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Could it be that I have to go straight to the point, that there are eight Deity Stage Cultivator s, nine Nascent Soul stage cultivator s, and only three aurous stage cultivator s in my team?
And five of the nine Nascent Soul stage cultivator s were directly Great Circle of Nascent Soul Cultivator s …
Such a lineup... It's more or less enough to destroy seven sects. You, a young master of the Hidden Origin Society, is arrogant in front of me?
"Invincible, I know about your filial piety. However, I don't need it for now. When the time comes …" I will leave a spot for you in the Hidden Yuan Society … "
Fang Qi looked at Yong Wudi, then glanced at the cultivators behind him, and estimated that at the very end, only Yong Wudi could make it through the encirclement.
But one is good enough.
There were a total of nineteen gangs in the Seven Sections and Twelve Sessions. There was only one out of twenty spots for each faction.
Based on past experience, the Seven Sects would need to take away more than 70% of the spots. Only then would the remaining spots be born from the Twelve Meetings.
Being able to get a share was already considered burning incense.
After passing the matter of the Wu Tuo State to Cheng Ke, Fang Qi directly brought Yong Wudi and the others and set off.
The time of the Martial Competition was set to be three days from now. By the time the news was sent out, it was time for them to set off.
Glancing in the direction of the Central City, Fang Qi had some thoughts, but he did not know how Li Xiaoxiao was doing.
He hadn't seen her since the last time he had run away from Utopia. He hadn't heard from her for a long time …
"Pa …"
"Trash!" Holy Heavenly Pavilion's face has been completely thrown away by you! "
"What face do you have to come back here? Why didn't you die in The Heaven Origin Mystic Realm? You want to inherit the Holy Heavenly Pavilion's family property?! "Trash!"
"You should be glad. If not for my bloodline, you would have died a long time ago! "Humph!"
Inside Holy Heavenly Pavilion, a middle-aged man dressed in a white robe was staring at Ouyang Xiaotian angrily. He was completely disappointed in this son of his.
Not only did they not gain anything in the The Heaven Origin Mystic Realm, they were even among the more than 20 Nascent Soul geniuses that the Holy Heavenly Pavilion had painstakingly nurtured!
As for the Jindan cultivator s, before they reached the Nascent Soul stage, Ouyang Xu would not feel the slightest bit of heartache.
However, more than twenty Nascent Soul geniuses under the age of fifty … that was cultivated using all the wealth and resources in the Holy Heavenly Pavilion!
The final goal was for the Holy Heavenly Pavilion to shine in the The Heaven Origin Mystic Realm, to be able to obtain the greatest amount of benefits!
When Ouyang Xu found out that a ginseng fruit had appeared in the The Heaven Origin Mystic Realm, he was even excited for a while … However, when he found out that the Holy Heavenly Pavilion's troops were almost completely wiped out, his face was extremely dark!
"Who told you to act on your own? For your own self-interest, you forcefully established some Antimagic Alliance! It would be fine if you kill that person, but you did save my Holy Heavenly Pavilion's reputation. You should know that my Holy Heavenly Pavilion is already a joke in the cultivation world! What do you think I should do with you? "
Ouyang Xu once again gave him a slap, sending him flying far away.
There was no trace of kinship or fatherly affection in this icy cold hall.
There was only a long period of silence and the feeling of death.
Ouyang Xiaotian silently crawled up from the cold ground. After coughing a few times and coughing out the blood from his chest, his complexion finally recovered a little.
When he lowered his head, his eyes were icy cold and ferocious.