MTL - I Became An Acre Of Haunted Land-v2 Chapter 221 Di Zong Jiang Xiaocheng

"Huh? You are from Dizong? Why haven't you heard of it?"

A disciple of the Qianxuemen scratched his head strangely as he looked at the school written by the Taoist nun in front of him. Not only did he not know this person, he didn't even know the sect very well.

"Is there such a sect? Or some unknown sect?"

After thinking about it again, the disciple in charge of registration raised his head and asked.

"Where's your sect brother? Let me meet."

Seeing this, Xiang Ye didn't take it seriously, but pouted at the corpse lying in an open space.

There were Taoist priests who were drowned by Taoist Master Cheng and his disciples before. After Taoist Cheng and his party were captured, the bodies of these people were also found by Taoist priests.

It's just that the Taoists who are still alive don't care about those people.

The way of cultivation is to go against the sky, even if they are not strong enough, they dare to come to this wasteland to seek the misfortune of Taoist Master Cheng, that is their own fault.

They were originally cold-tempered people, and being able to gather these corpses back was already worthy of them.

"It's probably those small sects. Why do you remember so clearly? There is no one else here. Hurry up and register this last person, and then go to Yanwutai to watch those big sects compete."

"Yeah, yeah, I didn't expect to meet three seniors when I came out of the mountain this time."

"At that time, we can see the demeanor of these powerful people."

Several disciples of Qianxue Sect were somewhat resistant to Mu Chong's arrangement, and in a few words they urged the registrants to finish the matter at hand quickly.

They have no chance in this secret territory, but after all, they belong to the same clan of Taoism, and at the same time, three immortals made a move.

In order not to let the various sects make a waste of time, they will also compete with each other in person in the end.

Of course, if they won the first place in the big competition, these three immortals would also give the person who won the first place a chance to make a move.

Let them feel the ability of a fairy.

And this move made the other members of the sect who were a little bit unwilling to shut up.

"Okay, it's just you, that's it."

After getting a general idea of ​​Xiaocheng's sect, his name and other information, the Taoist put away his things and planned to leave with the other seniors.

However, he still couldn't help asking whether Jiang Xiaocheng was alone.

"Jiang Xiaocheng, are you the only one who survived this time in your Dizong? Come with us, we are all Daoist brothers, and we have someone to take care of us."

Xiang Ye originally planned to leave directly, but after looking at the dry blood gate and thinking about it, he nodded and followed the dry blood gate.

"Father? Why did you do that?"

In Xiang Ye's mind, Jiang Xiaocheng was already screaming hoarsely.

Jiangnan Wang was good to General Xiaocheng, so after seeing Jiangnan Wang being captured by Venerable Cang Lan, he kept urging Xiang Ye to save him.

But it was a pity that Xiang Ye remained motionless, allowing King Jiangnan to fall into the hands of the enemy.

"Pick the right people."

Xiang Ye replied directly.

Xiang Ye didn't care at all about Venerable Cang Lan's move of turning against customers.

The purpose of letting King Jiangnan preside over the Pantao Festival is to choose the right person for Taoyuan.

It doesn't matter whoever hosts it, Xiang Ye doesn't care about the process, he only cares about the result.

Now that Venerable Canglan made the Pantao Club, which had been going on for a long time, start directly, Xiang Ye didn't think there was anything wrong.

In other words, Xiang Ye was quite happy that the Pantao Society could be managed like this.

Those with weak abilities have already been screened by Taoist Cheng Yifan, and those who can take the stage now are basically elites.

However, even elites have to compare each other to know.

"However, the King of Jiangnan is in danger, and Cheng Yifan's master and disciple Yuzhen Daoist were also captured. Don't you just ignore them?"

When Jiang Xiaocheng heard Xiang Ye's answer, she felt a little unreasonable.

Those people, those people are all people in the wasteland, doesn't father care about them at all?

"Aren't they very safe? The king of Jiangnan presided over the martial arts competition on the stage, and the others cut wood to make stools in the woods. How dangerous is it?"

Xiang Ye replied stiffly.

"Father...you..."

Jiang Xiaocheng paused and couldn't find a reason to refute Xiang Ye for a while. Just as she was about to say something, the disciple of the Qianxue Sect who had registered before suddenly turned around and said to Xiang Ye in a friendly manner.

"Fellow Daoist, all registered personnel can stage a martial arts competition."

"Fellow Daoist, you can also go on stage and try."

"Not only can you compete with other sects, but it will also be of great benefit to your own cultivation."

"If we're lucky... Forget it, we may not get the first chance, and it's very likely that it will be someone from the three senior families. When the time comes, we will see the immortals make a move, and it will be considered a chance."

Seeming to have thought of something, the dry blood sect disciple turned the subject away halfway through his speech.

How capable is a sect with only one person left after entering the wasteland.

Being able to witness the contests of like-minded people is already the biggest gain, not to mention that there will be immortals behind.

It is estimated that this fellow Taoist named Jiang Xiaocheng doesn't even know what the immortal represents.

There's no point in talking to her about it.

"By the way, I am an inner disciple of the Ganxue Sect. My name is Wei Yuxuan. After this incident, I can come to our Ganxue Sect as a guest in the future."

Having said this, Wei Yuxuan nodded towards Xiang Ye, and then gathered with the people from his own sect.

It was at this time that Xiang Ye could see that people from various sects had already competed with each other on the martial arts stage.

All kinds of swords, swords, and spells flew around.

Jiangnan Wang stood at the corner of the martial arts stage, looking at the two contestants coldly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Cheng Yifan and others who were sent to make chairs were also leaning on the other corner of the martial arts platform at this time, watching the competition between the two parties.

It's just that compared to other disciples who have chairs to observe, they can only sit on the ground honestly, while Mu Chongzheng is watching them tightly to prevent them from making trouble.

"Offended, fellow daoist!"

On the martial arts stage, a high-spirited Taoist looked at the half-kneeling fellow Taoist next to him, smiled slightly, and then spoke.

This competition, he has won.

"The chief disciple of the Nanming Sect is really extraordinary in strength, and the poor Taoist is convinced."

The half-kneeling Taoist struggled and finally stood up. Looking at the person in front of him, he already knew that he was far from his opponent.

So directly and simply surrender.

But Jiangnan Wang saw that the game had already been divided, so he had no choice but to speak.

"In this match, Nanmingzong wins only after hearing about it."

The Taoist who lost didn't take it seriously, but rushed to Jiangnan Wang's side, slapped Jiangnan Wang on the chest, and said in a cold voice.

"I understand, you don't need to read it so loudly. When the competition is over, I will ask Tiandao to train you."