MTL - I Became An Acre Of Haunted Land-v2 Chapter 220 The Pantao Competition officially begins

"Little zombie, you really have to host this flat peach meeting."

Speaking of this, the three Taoists all turned their eyes and stared at King Jiangnan.

In this wasteland, there is really no Jiangnan king, let alone the person who presides over the Peach Fair.

Right now, these people are all from various sects, and each sect has its own tendency.

If someone from another sect is in charge, the other sects will naturally not be convinced.

Who can guarantee the fairness of this?

At this time, the importance of this little zombie was revealed.

All the people in the Taoist sect wished to skin him and cramp him, subdue demons and eliminate demons, and suppress him directly.

It can be said that Jiangnan Wang is the most hated person among all the people.

Pushing him forward, not only can convince the crowd, but also allow other unconvinced sects to vent their anger on him, which is the best fit.

"That's right, that's right! It would be great if you would be the host of this flat peach. With you here, no one else will say anything." Nutian Daoist also echoed Venerable Cang Lan and said at this time.

Right now, the wasteland is full of disciples from other sects. Just because they are there, they cannot ignore the demands of these disciples.

Behind them, there are hidden sects one by one, and they have to take care of their emotions even if they don't look at the face of the monk or the face of the Buddha.

Therefore, even if there are three of them, give them a chance.

A chance to compete.

to shut their mouths.

As for whether they can seize the opportunity and get rewards, it depends on their respective strengths.

This time, the Peach Fair has no limit on strength, so it is naturally for the strong.

As for the three immortals who ran out, they were much stronger than them, so they could only blame their respective sects for not sending out masters.

This opportunity, there is a chance to have a fate.

No, it doesn't count.

"Let's start right away. Let those juniors perform on stage first. I also want to know if you have made progress since I haven't seen you for a long time." Elder Nanming nodded at this time and urged.

Anyway, in the end, it was just a competition between the three of them.

The winner gets the biggest secret realm at the moment, the one who loses by one trick gets the peach forest secret realm, and the last person is just the defeated soldier in the wasteland.

Although his qualifications are dull, he is no more than a janitor boy.

But it's also rewarding.

The three of them are all immortals, and it is impossible for them to come back empty-handed.

"Okay, then let's get started."

As soon as Venerable Canglan clapped his hands, he immediately released the restraint on King Jiangnan, and then spoke.

"The number of people is almost enough now, little zombie, you have to behave well."

"Otherwise, let me wait to be unhappy, and directly practice you, so that you will never be reborn forever."

"You...my king..."

Jiangnan King, who had undid the restraint, was furious. Just as he was about to mobilize the spiritual energy in his body, the Nutian Daoist at the side glanced at him, directly pressing him down and making him unable to move. He could only stand there, motionless.

"What? Are you a little unconvinced?"

Elder Nanming also walked forward at this time, looked at Wang Jiangnan and said displeasedly.

The huge pressure was directly pressed towards King Jiangnan, and King Jiangnan felt a huge force enter his body instantly, and then the heart-pounding pain began to swim all over his body.

"You...dream..."

Seeing the three Taoists surrounding him coldly, Jiangnan Wangqiang reprimanded him while enduring the pain.

The abacus of these people, Jiangnan Wang is not clear.

How could he fulfill the wishes of these people? These guys simply came to this secret realm under the guise of taking them away.

The people in the wasteland don't know the importance of the secret realm, and the Jiangnan City Hall doesn't know the importance of the secret realm. Now it is the arrival of these immortals that finally makes Jiangnan's body clear.

What does this huge secret realm in the wasteland mean.

He must not let these people take away the secret realm, and he must not host this flat peach meeting.

By the time…

"It's beyond your control."

Venerable Canglan's tone was also a little displeased at this time, he stared at King Jiangnan closely, and then spoke.

"Now I give you two choices, either you go to the Martial Arts Stage and host the Peach Blossom Festival."

"Either... I will turn you into a puppet and control your body to host the Pantao Club."

"If this puppet is trained well, your spiritual consciousness will completely dissipate, and you will never be able to find it again."

"Give you a moment to think about it."

After finishing speaking, Venerable Canglan remained silent, waiting for King Jiangnan's reply.

And Mu Chong, who was at the side, also started to move at this time, he walked to the position where Taoist Yuzhen and Taoist Cheng Yifan were bound, and then shouted at these people.

"You guys, get up quickly, go to the woods to cut some trees, and make some chairs for the patriarch to sit on. The patriarch is going to watch the competition."

Afterwards, a group of people escorted the Taoists into the woods together.

"The disciple of the Great Destroyer Sect is good, with quick hands and feet."

Seeing this scene, Master Nutian nodded, then turned around and shouted at the disciples behind him.

"Nutianmen people, wait for the big competition, show your strength, let your comrades take a good look, don't play my Nutianmen's aura, and return to the back mountain to face the wall."

"People from the Nanming sect, watch and study hard. This time, the grand competition is not as good as the intra-zong competition. There are many fellows from other sects who will learn from each other and prove one or two."

"..."

At this time, King Jiangnan was startled and angry. He looked at these Taoists. They were not ready for it, but they were turned into hostiles instead. If the devil knew about it...

Already know!

His eyes swept over a group of Taoist priests who were densely packed opposite him. A figure among the Taoist priests was standing in the crowd, looking at that familiar face, King Jiangnan was choked up, but soon fell silent.

Obviously, the devil already knew the situation here.

Not only did he know the situation here, but he was also wearing a Taoist robe that he had looted from someone who didn't know who he was.

Personnel from various sects were mixed together, and no one noticed her coming.

Seeing that King Jiangnan had seen him, Xiang Ye just nodded slightly, and then stopped moving.

But at this moment, King Jiangnan had already understood the situation, he glanced across the face of the demon lord indifferently, and then swept across the crowd again with hatred.

"A moment is up, little zombie, have you considered it?"

"Should I take the initiative to host this flat peach meeting, or let me train you and come in person?"

When the time came, Venerable Canglan's voice sounded from behind King Jiangnan, with a serious tone.

Obviously, if Jiangnan Wang didn't agree, he would do it himself.

Jiangnan Wang turned his head, glared at the person in front of him, then gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words.

"This king will come by himself!"

After finishing speaking, he walked onto the martial arts stage that had been set up, and glanced at the Taoist priests in the audience with disgust.

The Taoist priests had already taken their positions and were waiting for the Jiangnan King to preside over it.

With mocking eyes, they looked at Jiangnan Wang on the stage and whispered, and from time to time, bursts of mocking voices came over.

"The Pantao Competition is about to start!"

Jiangnan Wang looked at these Taoist priests coldly, and directly announced the start of the Pantao Festival.