There are many people, so there are naturally all kinds of people. Some people naturally start to look around and quietly comment on others.

"I think this so-called immortal palace is nothing big. People behind the scenes are still hiding their heads and tails, and they have created such sinister tricks to attract internal strife. It's not just another idea..." Hey, man, you are actually quite smart, and there is a clear stream in the crowd of people with a fever. But it seems that you are not very smart when you say it.

"I don't think it's just a pretext to lead us into the trap." Sober person x2. Wouldn't he be assassinated?

"That's right, I've attracted so many local buns. I really don't know which valley this group of people came from? Why have I never seen them before?"

"Would you please be quiet? Have you forgotten Ah Ming, who had his tongue cut off on the spot when he talked nonsense last time? Some demon cultivators are unreasonable..." I don't know if it shocked some people, but the voice seemed to be a little smaller in an instant, but there were still many people talking.

"What do you mean? What's wrong with the land of such a large size in Middle Earth, with countless sects, and people are more low-key?"

"That's right, I don't look clearly when I say that. Your cultivation is not as good as the rustic buns you say."

There must be voices of opposition. I don’t know who is sensitive to the nerves of the other party, but the voice of the other party quickly became louder again... There are all things that say.

In fact, it is normal. Although he is called a monk and has been practicing for a long time, he is still a human being in essence. Human beings are collective animals. When people talk about anything else, they can communicate with them. The essence is to exchange information.

And Ningxia and the others also want this effect.

It was originally followed the normal development process. Everyone would rob the Nether Pearl, and I would kill you and kill me, just like raising a Gu, only the strongest ones would survive.

However, the intervention of Yuanheng Zhenjun and others caused the situation to undergo subtle changes and achieved great results. A large number of monks who lucky enough to get the Nether Pearl were gathered here.

It doesn’t matter whether others have a big deal. As long as you have a ghost bead on your hands, you will think about rushing over and getting a share of the pie.

Perhaps because many people have Nether Pearls in their hands, some people with particularly strong strength have been deliberately hit by Yuanheng Zhenjun for a round, and their strength level has been artificially weakened in a short period of time. Therefore, the conflicts and contradictions have naturally been weakened a lot.

More importantly, if more people have the Nether Pearl, then there are naturally more people who are qualified to come here to compete for qualifications.

Perhaps even a certain weapon spirit could not have imagined that nearly two-thirds of the monks who entered the Immortal Palace stood on this land with the underworld beads waiting to compete for qualifications. The remaining one-third were injured or did not come for some considerations, and at least one-third of them came over to watch the fun or wanted to find a bargain.

Therefore, as soon as the abutment is opened, the surroundings are already densely filled with monks, each occupying the mountain, confronting silently, or staring at the mountain where the abutment is located, always guarding against changes.

The people are too dense and close to each other, so this area is set off like a vegetable market, and everything you say and do.

Some people dare not talk about the disciples of those sects. They all pick the monks with their eyes and point fingers, as if they are superior to others in this way.

Of course, some people don’t like this kind of gossip, disdain to refute, and mock their skills.

And those real chunks are almost all in the front row, either together, or stand in one place, each with a circle, and there is no intention of making do with the lower team.

It is really hard to ensure that the quality is uneven when there are too many people. Some people are really poor in their ability, but they are suitable for telling stories, and they are more exciting than storytellers.

Ningxia and others also heard it and called it a good guy. Some guesses and assumptions did not even dare to write the script like this, but instead they were made interesting by these ordinary monks who were considered to be the masses. This is a real comment that is even more exciting than the main text.

If the story hadn't involved them, Ningxia might have held hands and applauded them.

Because the other party said the rustic bun...it seemed to be them.

They couldn't come over quietly, and they were also a little noticeable.

I didn't expect that they were lucky. A group of people rushed in on the other side, and they were all the focus figures, so their attention was naturally attracted.

In such a situation, the monks in the southeastern border, who were originally facing a great enemy and were vigilantly like something, felt a little ridiculous in their hearts... If they didn't say it, it would be unlikely that anyone would find out.

This is completely different from what they thought. So they are in vain?

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In fact, it is normal. Although he is called a monk and has been practicing for a long time, he is still a human being in essence. Human beings are collective animals. When people talk about anything else, they can communicate with them. The essence is to exchange information.

And Ningxia and the others also want this effect.

It was originally followed the normal development process. Everyone would rob the Nether Pearl, and I would kill you and kill me, just like raising a Gu, only the strongest ones would survive.

However, the intervention of Yuanheng Zhenjun and others caused the situation to undergo subtle changes and achieved great results. A large number of monks who lucky enough to get the Nether Pearl were gathered here.

It doesn’t matter whether others have a big deal. As long as you have a ghost bead on your hands, you will think about rushing over and getting a share of the pie.

Perhaps because many people have Nether Pearls in their hands, some people with particularly strong strength have been deliberately hit by Yuanheng Zhenjun for a round, and their strength level has been artificially weakened in a short period of time. Therefore, the conflicts and contradictions have naturally been weakened a lot.

More importantly, if more people have the Nether Pearl, then there are naturally more people who are qualified to come here to compete for qualifications.

Perhaps even a certain weapon spirit could not have imagined that nearly two-thirds of the monks who entered the Immortal Palace stood on this land with the underworld beads waiting to compete for qualifications. The remaining one-third were injured or did not come for some considerations, and at least one-third of them came over to watch the fun or wanted to find a bargain.

Therefore, as soon as the abutment is opened, the surroundings are already densely filled with monks, each occupying the mountain, confronting silently, or staring at the mountain where the abutment is located, always guarding against changes.

The people are too dense and close to each other, so this area is set off like a vegetable market, and everything you say and do.

Some people dare not talk about the disciples of those sects. They all pick the monks with their eyes and point fingers, as if they are superior to others in this way.

Of course, some people don’t like this kind of gossip, disdain to refute, and mock their skills.
Chapter completed!