This time in the Forgotten City, the Martial God Sect only has three places to compete for the opportunity to become a first-class Mortal Saint, but there are hundreds of people in the periphery.
In any case, this is also the hope of the Martial God Sect to stand up again, so the leader of the Martial God Sect plans to personally escort these one hundred sect disciples there.
The hope of the sect should be treated kindly!
"Sect Master, is there anyone in Lin Zhou who has become a saint in the flesh?"
While waiting, the great elder suddenly asked such a question, but this question stumped the leader of the Martial God Sect.
Because there is no precedent for this record in Linzhou, that is, there is no trace to follow.
How does he know?
"Probably...no!"
The leader of the Martial God Sect said solemnly, as if this answer was the result of careful consideration.
"..."
The Great Elder was silent for a while, and then couldn't help but ask: "But Feng Haoran, the guest who destroyed the Heart Refining Forest, has no cultivation in his body, but his right hand... has a power comparable to that of a second-grade Martial Emperor.
If we go one step further, wouldn’t we become a first-class mortal saint? Does this count as physical sanctification?”
The leader of the Martial God Sect: "..."
"metropolitan?"
Seeing that the sect leader didn't speak, the great elder thought he hadn't heard anything, so he couldn't help shouting.
"Shut up, Feng Haoran can't reason with ordinary people!"
The leader of the Martial God Sect felt that the great elder was out of his mind. He was unwilling to answer because as the leader of a sect, he should speak less when faced with uncertain things.
The purpose of remaining silent is to increase your authority.
It is better to say less than to say the wrong thing.
The great elder shut his mouth knowingly, but he really wanted to know whether physical sanctification existed.
If he existed, this Feng Keqing would definitely be the number one person in the sect.
And he... is the second person.
Because he also majored in the physical body, but because there was no precedent for physical body sanctification, he felt very confused.
But the power Feng Hao showed a few days ago felt like he was about to break through from the second-level Martial Emperor to the first-level.
…
At the same time, Feng Hao, Yang Jian and the big black dog appeared at the mountain gate.
Later, other disciples of the Martial God Sect under the elders also gathered at the gate of the mountain, a total of a hundred people.
There are disciples of both inner and outer sects.
But most of them are definitely the best of the best.
Of course...except for Yang Jian, the disciple that Elder Xuan Tianji just accepted, this guy is a special one, and his cultivation level is only at the sixth level.
"Is everyone here?"
The leader of the Martial God Sect swept through everyone with his spiritual thoughts, and there were exactly one hundred others. The extra aura was naturally that of a big black dog.
"Why are you bringing a dog?"
The leader of the Martial God Sect stared at Yang Jian and frowned.
This big black dog looks similar to Lin Zhou's alien race, very delicious... ah no, very fierce looking.
"Sect Master, he is the disciple's partner. With him, the disciple will be sure of this opportunity." Yang Jian said seriously.
There was no fear in his eyes.
Nonsense, Feng Hao next to him is a god-like existence, let alone the master of the Martial God Sect, even if Lin Zhou's Heavenly Emperor comes.
See if you can make him afraid...
Of course, it is impossible to be afraid once. At least you have to be afraid a dozen times.
"This dog is so delicious..."
The leader of the Martial God Sect realized that he had said something wrong, but he didn't know how to change his mind and froze at that time.
The atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward.
Woof woof!
The big black dog grinned. After all, it was also the roaring dog of heaven. At its peak, it could defeat ten Martial God Sect leaders at once.
"Ahem, don't worry about these details... let's go!"
The leader of the Martial God Sect coughed twice but did not explain anything.
He wants to eat dog meat, can Yang Jian still refuse him?
Therefore, there is no need to explain at all.
Feng Hao did not intervene on the side and just looked at the scenery by himself. For him, Lin Zhou's trip was just his journey.
A lot happens during the journey.
But for him, these things will be within control.
Because he is the Lord of the Great Thousand, and even more so the Taoist...
The Forgotten City of Daxia is located in the north. The Forgotten City was once the capital of Daxia.
With a population of more than 100 million, the imperial palace was located here. But later, because of one person, Daxia re-selected a new place as the imperial city.
At this point, the original imperial city became a forgotten city.
This opportunity for a first-grade Mortal Saint was born in the Forgotten City. Until now, it has attracted second-grade experts from more than a dozen sects, including disciples who participated in peripheral competitions.
The Human Emperor of Daxia issued a total of eighteen dragon talismans, representing eighteen sects and fifty-four second-level Martial Emperor experts.
One thousand eight hundred fourth-level martial arts disciples.
The Forgotten City is still prosperous today, but in a certain area, it has become a ruin.
That's where the imperial city is.
In the past, the ruins and ruins were forbidden areas, and no one could enter them, not even a second-grade Martial Emperor.
But things are different now. The ruins emit glowing light from time to time, and auspicious signs begin to appear in the sky above the Forgotten City.
That is a sign that a martial arts saint is about to be born.
The head of the Martial God Sect, together with the First Elder and the Second Elder, led a hundred disciples into the Forgotten City. The first thing they did was to stay at the restaurant closest to the ruins of the Imperial City.
Of course, the closer you are to the ruins of the imperial city, the more terrifying the price will be at this time, so except for the leader of the Martial God Sect and the two elders, the other disciples are staying in small inns far away from each other.
There is still some time before the ruins are opened, as if they are waiting for the eighteen sects to gather together.
When the last sect arrived at the Forgotten City, thousands of rays of light suddenly bloomed over the city.
Auspicious.
The strong men from all the major sects cheered for me, which meant that a first-class mortal saint was born by chance.
Once you get it, you can immediately become a first-class mortal saint.
From now on, the sect can command the whole world to decide who can compete with them.
Rumble!
At a certain moment, a deafening sound came from the direction of the ruins of the imperial city, as if the ruins that had been covered in dust for a long time had opened the city gate that had been forgotten by history.
Strong men from eighteen sects gathered outside the ruins of the imperial city.
I witnessed with my own eyes a huge palace door in the ruins. It slowly opened, and an ancient aura suddenly hit me.
But for the strong men of various major sects, this was the taste of mortal saint opportunity, so without waiting for anyone to give orders, fifty-four second-level strong men rushed in almost as soon as the city of ruins opened.
The more than 1,800 sect disciples who came from behind also gathered like a torrent.
At the same time, amidst everyone's exclamations, a figure in the crowd turned into lightning and entered directly into the palace gate of the ruins.
Yang Jian looked at Feng Hao who had disappeared beside him, and knew that he had entered the ruins of the Forgotten City.
Think about it, will Feng Emperor play house with them on the outside?