Pang Jian looked at the practitioners emerging from all directions and pondered.
Through Luo Hongyan's narration a while ago, he roughly figured out the practice situation in the third realm due to his recent mistakes with Gao Yuan.
In the third realm, the most powerful forces are naturally the five major sects: Lieyang Sect, Blood Moon, Hongshan, Galaxy Alliance, and Yinling Temple.
Then, there is no so-called aristocratic family.
Most of the aristocratic families in the third realm are rooted in the two continents of Qiantian and Xuanyou, building cities to control the common people.
Aristocratic families are attached to sects!
In addition to major aristocratic families, any disciples with spiritual talents will be sent to major sects.
In addition to recruiting disciples through aristocratic families, the elders of the sect also select suitable talents from the cities controlled by aristocratic families.
After the Eastern Boundary War broke out, the various sectarian forces in the Third Realm made arrangements in advance in many fragmented areas.
If there are no surprises, practitioners from the seven major families in the Eastern Boundary should be placed in Shattered Earth.
——Instead of the rich dry sky and the two continents of Xuanyou.
The reason for this is because the aristocratic families in the third realm do not allow the seven major families in the fourth realm to go to Qiantian and Xuanyou continents to snatch resources from them.
If you are in the east of a sect or aristocratic family, you should not practice casually.
Practitioners who cannot enter the Dharma eyes of major sects and are not from aristocratic families are uniformly called casual cultivators.
The status of casual cultivators in the third world is not only lower than that of major sects, but also lower than that of practitioners from aristocratic families.
Of course, high-level Daxiu who are as famous as Cao Mang and Lei Kun are a different matter.
"No wonder Yuan Fen was so miserable and Gao Yuan didn't feel safe at all..."
Pang Jian was thinking a lot as he watched the endless stream of participants climbing the mountain from different positions.
He soon discovered that the powerful figures from the Lieyang Sect, Galaxy Alliance, and Blood Moon who occupied other peaks were not in a hurry to come to the first peak.
He immediately guessed that the rallies held in the past few months would not be able to attract those people.
After some observation, Pang Jian, who was about to climb the mountain, suddenly realized that Han Ting, who had greeted him, had never said a word.
Turning his head in confusion, he noticed Han Ting's eyes filled with indignation, fixed on the group of five people.
So four men and one woman.
They looked like they were still cultivating, and were starting to climb from the first level in the valley next to the first peak, holding tokens on their legs.
It seemed that the five people did not want to attend the meeting.
The leader has a short beard, wears a green robe, has thick eyebrows and big eyes, and looks to be in his early thirties.
This person had a storage bag hanging on his waist. As he walked, he chuckled and shut up with a petite woman next to him.
The petite woman is quite pretty, but her figure is a bit shriveled, which is far from comparable to Han Ting's hotness.
She looked at Rourou and weakly, and when talking to the man in Tsing Yi, she covered her mouth and chuckled implicitly from time to time.
The other three people were behind, talking to each other and looking around at the casual cultivators nearby.
When you meet someone you know, Hui Yuanji will nod and smile and say hello.
Han Ting followed the five people with indignant eyes. Her attention was focused on that group, so she was not in a hurry to climb the mountain.
Pang Jian was thoughtful.
"Pang Jian, borrow a piece of my cave!"
Han Ting gritted her teeth.
Without waiting for Pang Jian to agree, she pushed open the stone door and entered, then locked it from the outside.
After a while.
Han Ting, who changed into a light blue dress, stepped out of the cave with a little makeup. She tied her narrow waist with a belt, which made her body curves more exaggerated.
Her naturally long black hair was fastened with exquisite hairpins, fully presenting her seductive and beautiful face.
"torch!"
She took the initiative to drag Pang Jian to one of the 19th floor, the stone steps extending from the top of the mountain to the east of the foot of the mountain.
And that stone staircase is not the one closest to Pang Jian Cave.
"Wait for him a moment."
Han Ting said in a pleading tone.
Pang Jian nodded sternly.
"Hey, Han Ting!"
"Isn't that Han Ting?"
"I heard that I embezzled Zhang Bin's harvest and was injured and fled to the first peak. I wonder if Zhang Bin is here too?"
"..."
Han Ting, who was standing motionless on the stone steps, was seen by familiar casual cultivators who were hiking on the way, and people kept saying hello.
Pang Jian on the side noticed that most of the male casual cultivators were looking at Han Ting's hot body with lustful eyes.
Some female nuns, behind their seemingly polite words of greeting, are mostly full of malice.
Han Ting was calm and composed.
She has obviously been used to this for a long time, and she doesn't even bother to explain, letting them criticize her.
until……
The five people she had been keeping a close eye on were climbing along the stone steps, and they also saw Han Ting in Dongfang Yuanji.
Han Ting's breath was a little unstable at that time, and her calm mood was obviously confused.
"Sister Ting..."
The petite woman, standing on the east side of the stone steps, timidly said hello.
She, who was walking in front, couldn't help but shrank back, letting the man in green with a short beard go in front.
"Sister? He can't bear it!"
Han Ting pursed her lips and said in a weird voice: "His serious injury is due to you, and he found the magic formula for Fireworks Poison Palm for me. But he never imagined that I would be mixed with so many poisons.
Something like this, slap the poisonous palm of the fireworks on his body, don't take advantage of him unprepared!"
"Sister Ting, I don't want to slander others. It's obvious that I want to monopolize all the gains, so..."
Fang Xin shook his head and explained softly.
"I know what I have done!"
Han Ting said coldly.
Climbers climbing the stone steps, many stopped because of their disputes and looked at them curiously.
Many of the disciples from aristocratic families who were there were not in a hurry to climb, and they watched with interest the little commotion that happened among the casual cultivators.
"That woman... her figure is so attractive!"
"Well, although the appearance is not amazing, the body is drool-worthy."
"It's just a casual cultivator. He doesn't have any sectarian roots, and his background is a bit poor."
Many disciples from aristocratic families made comments.
"Do I recognize the young man in black next to Han Ting?"
Zhang Bin, who stopped in his tracks, calmly and quietly said to Fang Xin behind him: "He has never heard from me that she has such casual friends."
Fang Xin sighed secretly.
She knew that Zhang Bin was wrong about Han Ting and she didn't give up. When she saw a man suddenly appeared next to Han Ting, Zhang Bin didn't ask anything but asked about the man's identity first.
"I don't know him, I've never seen him before."
Fang Xin glanced at the young man in black who was taller than Han Ting and taller than most casual cultivators on the 19th floor.
The tall and refined body, the cold and tough face, and the calm eyes, looking at the young man in black who was about sixteen or seventeen years old, made Fang Xindong consciously compare him to Zhang Bin.
After a comparison, she felt that Zhang Bin's appearance and temperament seemed inferior to Fang Fang's. Fortunately... Zhang Bin was in the late stage of the Xiantian realm and was about to break through to Dongxuan.
“It’s useless to do anything else. Only by having a superb state of cultivation can you be real.”
Fang Xin, who had been secretly competing with Han Ting, hummed in his heart, but still acted weak and timid: "He was a little afraid that she would cling to a high branch and seek revenge on them with the help of their strength."
Zhang Bin frowned.
After thinking for a moment, he immediately continued climbing the stone steps.
Soon, he arrived in front of Han Ting. His deep eyes wandered around Pang Jian first, and then Han Ting said: "Those things that were taken away from me, please ask me to give them their portion according to the agreed share."
Hand it over and they won't make things difficult for me."
"He almost died, so that doesn't mean he won't be embarrassed?"
Han Ting twitched her lips and said with a sneer: "Don't do that! Zhang Bin, what am I thinking, do I think he can't see it? Do I plan to ask for fault together for the things and his people?"
Zhang Bin shook his head and said, "I'm too lazy to tell me more."
He took the lead along the stone steps towards Zai.
"Haha, things and... people actually want to beg for it. It's no problem, the fights and killings between casual cultivators have always been so cruel and bottomless."
"If it were him, Keke would just ask for help. It wouldn't matter anything."
"Let's go, there's nothing good to see."
The children of the aristocratic families at the head did not care about the feelings of Han Ting, Zhang Bin and others. After making loud comments, they felt that it was no longer interesting, so they all came to the mountain.
Han Ting didn't move, she just stood there and looked at Fang Xin without saying a word.
She watched Fang Xin change the stone steps on the way, and together with three other casual cultivators who also coveted her body, gradually headed towards the height of the first peak.
"call!"
After taking a deep breath, Han Ting said to Pang Jian: "I'm sorry for wasting my time and making me laugh."
Pang Jian shook his head but didn't say anything.
"Rogue cultivator..."
Through the wrong words of the children of the aristocratic family, the words and expressions of Zhang Bin and Fang Xin, he probably knew what happened, and also had a little understanding of the situation of the casual cultivators in the third world.
The two of them immediately climbed the mountain along the stone steps.
On the way, Han Ting, who didn't know what to think, didn't open or close her mouth, and Pang Jian, who was worried, remained silent all the way.
After reaching the thirty-fifth floor, the two of them showed their tokens and arrived at the first peak of Yuan Mang.
As soon as he reached the top of the mountain, Pang Jian heard the commotion and saw hundreds of people who had arrived earlier, scattered in various areas talking.
I didn't wait for him to take a closer look...
"We both understand the rules, right?"
"Please remember to keep the token with you so that others can listen to our mistakes. Every time a transaction is completed, whether I buy a house or not, I must give one-tenth of the transaction amount."
"In addition, in the first three days, the external trading market is not open, so we can be outside."
"..."
A woman in red with a sweet voice walked in the wooden tower at the end of the stone steps and introduced them to Pang Jian and Han Ting.
"He understands the rules. Is this his first time attending the meeting?"
Han Ting rushed over and said.
"That's good."
The woman in red smiled and nodded.
Only then did Pang Jianna notice that there were many wooden pagodas nearby, and women uniformly dressed in red were walking on them. They were telling the rules to the participants who had climbed up from the east.
Many participants nodded frequently and listened very seriously, for fear of missing something.
It was obviously the first time for these people to participate in such an event.
On the stone steps leading to the east of the mountain, there are more practitioners in different clothes, coming towards the top of the mountain like a swarm of ants.