Fortunately, there were no big changes along the way. Wen Renxu and Buddhist sons successfully collected a cluster of bone flowers, a total of four flowers and two flowers in each sect.

There is still half an hour left before the end of the competition at the Hundred Floors.

Seeing that there was no hope of moving forward, the bone flowers in his hand were enough to get tickets to the Immortal Sect Competition. Wen Renxu ordered the other disciples to rest on the spot and repair the magic weapon.

"Who do you think is the person who is most likely to reach the top in this Immortal Sect Competition?" Wen Renxu carefully held the robe of the Buddha's son. The latter was not angry at his actions and replied gently.

"you."

"Hey... you really know how to lift me up." Wen Renxu grinned when he heard his favorite answer.

"Serious."

The Buddhist son did not clearly point out who it was, and only said one sentence: "There are countless talented people in this generation."

Wen Renxu was also used to the Buddhist son's answers like a dumb puzzle every time. He guessed himself: "No matter who it is, first eliminate the people from the Hehuan Sect."

Their pavilion master and the Hehuan Sect Master have some personal affection. Every time they meet, these two people are sarcastic, which makes the disciples of the two sects not very friendly.

The strongest disciple of the Hehuan Sect is not as good as the Buddhist son, and the Buddhist son is not as good as him.

In short, don't take that group of people seriously.

But the Wanxian Alliance... needs to be paid attention to.

After all, their senior sister Zhang Suqing is a talented girl who emerged from nowhere, and the so-called number one in swordsmanship.

Later, there was a little junior sister who was tired of something?

The fifteen-year-old Nascent Soul, a monster among geniuses, should not be underestimated.

Let’s put her behind Zhang Suqing to show her importance.

"Hehe..." The Buddha chuckled: "Isn't Zhang Suqing's hand useless? How can he compare with us?"

"Uh... I'm talking about it." Wen Renxu raised his eyelids in surprise and glanced at his friend.

Why do Buddhist sons who are usually as warm as water can speak so rudely?

He knew his friend's words about Taoism, which means he was optimistic about the latter.

However, Wen Ren did not think too much about it. He said, "I wonder if it is a rumor? Although Zhang Suqing couldn't take up the sword, he modified other paths and gained a lot of essence."

He didn't hear the radio, but he wrote down the word by word.

The unknown team where Zhang Suqing is located has collected seventeen bone flowers.

When the list of the 100-floor competition came out, he also paid special attention to the candidates for that team.

Except for Zhang Suqing, no one knows him.

Teams with such poor configuration can collect seventeen bone flowers.

Maybe they were lucky.

But luck is also part of their strength, Wen Renxu is really envious of their luck.

He sighed a little: If it weren't for the tight time and heavy tasks, the uncertainty of the teleportation array had affected everyone's concerns, he really wanted to grab the bone flower in Zhang Suqing's hand.

"It's okay, everything is determined by blowing the whistle." The Buddha saw Wen Renxu's thoughts: "When the time is over, all teams will be uniformly transmitted to a location, waiting for the final score to be verified."

"The battle of robbers is still valid before the whistle was blown by the real elders to announce the start of the verification." Wen Renxu added.

This was his first time participating in the 100-floor competition. At the beginning of the last session, he was in seclusion and hit the realm, and unfortunately missed that competition.

But no matter how regret it is, the Hundred-floor competition is never his final end.

The Immortal Gate Competition is.
Chapter completed!