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  As Xianyuan is about to be held, more and more monks are coming here.

  Some find it extremely novel, while others look normal.

   But most of these people are young people.

boom!

  There are too many people, and they are all young and energetic young men. It is normal to have conflicts.

   In the restaurant not far in front of Chen Shen, there was a fight, and the aura fluctuated violently.

  He stood inconspicuously in the crowd, and he knew it only after listening to the accounts of several witnesses in front of him.

   Yes, jealous for a beautiful fairy.

   "Not as good-looking as my wife." Chen Shen said inwardly.

  He saw a beautiful female cultivator walking down from the dilapidated restaurant. Her skin was white, but her complexion was not very good-looking.

   Immediately afterwards, the city guards of Lingxi City hurried over to stop the escalating battle.

   "Wang Tianjiao is here!" Someone shouted, and the melon-eating crowd walked in another direction.

  Among the young people who came here, the unknown people accounted for the majority, but there were also a few Tianjiao who became famous at a young age, such as this Wang Tianjiao.

   Paying homage to Tianjiao is something that many monks like to do.

  Who didn\'t want to be such a person when he was young, but after the spiritual root test, he gradually forgot.

   But despite this, he couldn\'t hide his inner curiosity and wanted to have a glimpse of the style.

   "Flying like a dragon and walking like a tiger, what a young man." Someone exclaimed.

   Gradually, more and more people watched Wang Tianjiao

   "Fairy Zhu has come to Lingxi City, right at the gate of the city!" The excited voice came again, and the crowd dispersed in a rush, several times more active than before.

   Within a few breaths, Wang Tianjiao looked at the empty street, only a hunched old woman met his eyes.

  The other party smiled, showing the few remaining old yellow teeth.

  He trembled and turned his head quickly.

  Chen smiled deeply, shook his head slightly, and then walked back to the courtyard along the familiar street.

  He went to the Daoist League to list his name today, so it was just passing by to watch this Wang Tianjiao in front of him.

   And events like today will continue to happen in the next half month.

  …

   Half a month later.

  The once-in-a-decade Xianyuan Conference in a hundred countries has officially opened.

  The geniuses of the small sect and the Great Immortal Sect all hope to show their talents at this fairy fair and become famous.

  The Xianyuan Conference is divided into the youth group and the realm group. For example, the Zhujin Dan Yuanying competes with the realm, regardless of age.

  Before the final end, there are Da Neng and Huashen Patriarch preaching in the late Yuanying period, which can be called the fairy fate.

  On the first day, Chen Shen and Chen Shen went to watch it.

   "The tickets are so expensive, a middle-grade spirit stone is still the top stand." Chen Shen complained in his heart.

  Of course, there are also front row infields, but the price is extremely expensive, and some require a high-grade spirit stone, which is simply scary.

   "Look, that\'s my acquaintance." Mu Xiaojin slightly pointed to a ring below, and said via voice transmission.

  Chen Shen looked over and saw her enemy.

   "It looks good."

   "What did you say?" Mu Xiaojin grabbed his waist.

   "Look carefully, it is completely inferior to Madam."

   "That\'s more or less."

   The two of them got a little tired.

  Ahem!

   An uncle in his thirties next to him couldn’t stand it anymore and said:

   "Uncle, mother-in-law, it\'s not good in the public."

  …

   "Lin Xuan!" After the fall of Cangwu, the two saw the former genius again.

   This one is still doing well, and now he has participated in the second Xianyuanhui.

   But Cang Wu\'s peer who competed with him was turned into ashes in the Yuanying catastrophe.

   "Excellent, worthy of being a top genius, the fighting instinct is too strong."

   "The one named Lin Xuan is very strong, with the mid-term cultivation of Zhenjun as the late war."

  As the discussions on Dao began, the voices of discussion gradually rose.

   After watching the opening ceremony, Chen Shen and the two of them didn\'t watch the game every day, but went to the finals to enjoy the battle of geniuses again.

  But he heard on the way that Lin Xuan regretted not being able to reach the top 30 in the Zhenjun group.

   After all, his cultivation base was too weak, and he fell behind.

  After more than two months, finally came to the final.

  Countless geniuses were eliminated, regrettably stopped, the ones who reached the finals were of course famous, either winning glory for the Zongmen family, or casually cultivating small sects, being favored by big shots, and going straight to the top.

   "Actually, this Nascent Soul Competition is a bit more special than previous years." Mu Xiaojin said via voice transmission.

  Now Chen Shen is in charge of refining alchemy and tools, while she is in charge of outside, selling elixirs and spiritual tools, or occasionally inquiring about news.

"oh?"

   "The city lord of Lingxi City is not always held by a certain strong man, but people from the five supernatural forces above the hundred countries take turns.

  The condition for taking the position is to get the first place in the Nascent Soul Theory. The time is changed every fifty years, and this time it happens to be the fiftieth year. "

   "Did you see the middle-aged man in white with gold trim on the field? That is the current city lord of Lingxi City, but after the finals, I don\'t know."

  Mu Xiaojin said.

   "The city lord is also participating?" Chen Shen was surprised, but soon relieved.

  As far as the benefits of this Fairy Fate Conference are concerned, it can almost be described as daily progress.

   Not to mention the industries in the city.

   "And it\'s very interesting." Mu Xiaojin smiled mysteriously, with wrinkles all over his face, and then said via voice transmission: "This is the person of the Shangzong."

   "What about the people of the Shangzong?"

"This time the Nascent Soul Discussion, there are two favorites to win the championship, one is the Lord City Lord who won the first place fifty years ago, and the other, you should have heard about it during this time, the peerless genius, Jiang Xingyue .”

  Jiang Xingyue, fifty years old, suspected to be the best spiritual root, the eighth level of Nascent Soul.

  In fact, the first time Chen Shen heard about this daimyo, he wanted to go to the other party\'s sect to practice.

  But after thinking about it, this person should not die easily.

   "The most important thing is that this unrivaled genius and Lin Xuan are fellow apprentices. When Cangwu was destroyed, I heard that he was there."

   "So, there will be a battle between these two, and life and death may be divided?"

   This kind of Nascent Soul powerhouse fights, no more than the Jindan Foundation Establishment Group, almost no one can intervene, unless the ancestor of Huashen ends.

   "Of course, last time because Jiang Xingyue\'s master broke through to transform into a god, Shangzong swallowed this breath and was unwilling to start a battle easily, but the beam was knotted.

  If there is a chance, the city lord should kill this man.

  Of course, the latter is also a peerless figure, and it is not certain who will win in the end. "

  Mu Xiaojin nodded slightly and smiled.

  If possible, she hoped that Jiang Xingyue would be beaten to death by the city lord.

"This Nascent Soul Contest is actually a head-to-head confrontation between the five sects, and it is also a struggle for the interests of Lingxi City. All the transcendental forces will probably show their cards, but there is no need to be optimistic about these two people all the time. The other characters are not bad. " she said again.

   "Finally it\'s the turn of the Nascent Soul Group!"

   At this time, the discussion became more and more heated.

   Not only Chen Shen and the other two were chatting about Jiang Xingyue, but the rest of the people probably came for this unrivaled figure.

   "Look, Jiang Xingyue is on the stage." Someone pointed to the stage, and a boy-like Nascent Soul cultivator appeared on the stage.

   Thanks to book friends: Break out of the prison, when will I know I am me, book friend 20170823204312376 for the monthly ticket support, and the 100-point currency reward for reading Liangjun, thank you everyone.

   I also thank more book friends who voted for recommendation.

I forgot to mention one thing. There was a book friend who fought for me in Longkong, and even became popular. As you can imagine, he was sprayed miserably. Everyone thought that this book friend was me, but in fact I was also the author. Qun only knew about it, thank you so much for the support of this book friend.

   I just don’t know if he was disappointed with the plot later, if he saw this, hahaha.

   That book friend, thank you again!

  

  

  (end of this chapter)