When I heard Yi Cheng and Meng Jinghun say the word "Snatch" the most hurt is Kunshan, which was just teased by Yi Cheng!

"You two guys laughed at me just now, and now you said you want to grab it!"

Kunshan shouted depressedly.

But Meng Jinghun slowly sat down and rolled his eyes to Kunshan, "It's different to grab the snatch. You can think of it! We're talking about snatching other people!"

Kunshan was stunned when he heard this.

At this time, Yi Cheng took out a jade slip and circulated it to everyone.

"This is the sects allocated to the quota and their respective strengths. Let's choose a few that are suitable for starting!"

After Yi Cheng finished speaking, Meng Jinghun smiled and said, "You guy, you have prepared for it. You planned to grab it from the beginning!"

Yi Cheng nodded, then slowly sat back and sighed, "Do we have any other way out?"

Although Yi Cheng was unwilling to steal other people's things, he had no choice for his relatives and friends!

At the same time, the allocation of these quotas is divided according to strength, and it is understandable that Yi Cheng relies on his strength to snatch it.

Then Yi Cheng began to talk about the details of the quota allocation, "These quotas will be carried out in 10,000 years, and the location will be located in Zhenyu Mountain! Every time the immortal monument appears, it will be there! From allocating quotas to leaving a mark, it will be carried out in just three days. If someone sells quotas, it will be carried out in those days! Each quota is just a special soul jade slip, putting the divine mark into it, and then crushing it when the Zhenyu Immortal Monument appears!"

"Three days, how can we grab it?" Meng Jinghun seemed to be worried that the time was too short and there was no chance to start!

Yi Cheng thought for a moment, then said, "Let's find an opportunity when you arrive in Zhenyu Mountain! Sister Su and Brother Xiang are responsible for purchasing the quota. It is best to make sure it is determined before entering Zhenyu Mountain! Senior Sister Luoxia, Senior Brother Meng, and Kunshan should not show up, at least do not have a conflict with Zhenwu Sect before the quota is determined!"

After discussion, everyone also began to make final preparations, which were related to life and death, and no one was willing to make any mistakes!

Although the ascension monks account for not many people in the fairy world, no one can ignore their existence.

Among the three immortal emperors in the Hunyuan Immortal Realm, the Qingling Immortal Emperor is a cultivator who ascended the lower realm.

Moreover, among the three major sects, there are also many ascendants among the elders.

Every time the appearance of the Zhenyuan Immortal Monument is a grand event.

The three great immortal emperors will also take Xuanxian from their disciples to go with them.

Because in addition to burning the soul mark, the Zhenyuan Immortal Monument has another great advantage, which is that it allows monks to comprehend the rules of the way of heaven!

The Zhenyuan Immortal Monument is the cornerstone of every fairyland, and is formed by the gathering of the essence of heaven and earth. Even the breath it reveals contains infinite mystery.

As long as you are a cultivator above Xuanxian, no one will miss such an opportunity.

People under Xuanxian also want to go, but with their strength, they can’t even climb the Zhenyu Mountain!

Zhenyu Mountain is not far from Jile City and is also between the three major sects.

Before the Zhenyuan Immortal Monument appeared, ninety percent of the Xuanxian in the Hunyuan Immortal Realm had gathered at the foot of the Zhenyuan Mountain.

And others are still coming one after another.

Unless you encounter an opportunity for breakthrough, even if someone is in seclusion, you will not miss this opportunity.

When Yi Cheng and Dandingmen and his group arrived at Zhenyu Mountain, the final game was about to begin.

There are still ten days left before the allocation of quotas, but the competition for the last ten quotas has begun.

The rules of the competition are very simple. As long as the monks who meet the requirements can compete in the ring.

As long as you lose one game and lose your qualifications, the winner can continue to accept the challenge, or you can rest, waiting to continue to challenge others.

In ten arenas, those who stay in the arena can get a place.

On the ring, regardless of life or death, the rules of this ring match are that there are no rules.

Although it seems cruel, it is the fairest way.

According to past experience, there are about 300 ascension cultivators who can reach Xuanxian each time. In addition to those who can obtain quotas from the sect, there are about 200 people who need to obtain this method.

Basically, the success rate is four or five percent, and the competition is fierce, you can imagine.

Under Xuanxian, no one dared to go to the arena unless he was seeking death.

Some unlucky people encountered such a thing not long after they ascended, so their strength was naturally not enough to seize the quota.

However, if these people can break through Xuanxian, there will still be a chance.

In the Seven Immortal Realms, no matter which ascended cultivator, he can leave a soul mark on the Immortal Monument of the Earthquake Domain in any Immortal Realm.

As long as you have strong strength, you can go to other fairylands to compete for quotas!

However, if you can go to other fairylands, if you don’t have enough strength, you will be seeking death.

This time, Yi Chengru saw cultivators from other immortal realms coming. Although there were not many, there were only a dozen.

But Yi Cheng saw that these dozen people were definitely Xiao Jin and the most dangerous competitors!

Ten arenas have already surrounded the audience.

Xiao Jin and the others have not yet taken the stage in the crowd.

Yi Cheng was not close to them either. Now Yi Cheng was not willing to know the relationship between Xiao Jin and the others and Yi Cheng.

Meng Jinghun Kunshan has not arrived yet, so he is obviously intending to avoid Zhenwu Immortal Emperor.

Because the Zhen Domain Immortal Monument has been around for a few days, these monks who came naturally watched the fierce competition on the ring.

At this time, in the No. 3 ring in front of Yi Cheng, the two of them were fighting against the seventh-level Xuanxian, and it seemed that they were equally matched.

One of them was middle-aged in black, with a long spear like a dragon coming out of the water, full of power.

Another purple-haired young man danced with a very easy sword in his hand, without any fancy moves.

Yi Cheng was moved by the two of them and nodded frequently.

These two people have definitely experienced countless life and death tests, but everyone knows that a failed person will not have the chance to wait until the next time the immortal monument is born!

Therefore, two monks who have no intersection become a place of life and death.

The two of them were merciless in their tricks, all of which were killer moves!

A quarter of an hour later, the young man with purple haired hair in the black and middle-aged spear was touched by a purple haired young man, and he thought the young man of purple haired hair would retreat.

But beyond everyone's expectations, the purple-haired young man made a quick move, held the gun bar, and did not push out, but instead stabbed into his chest with stronger force.

The black-haired middle-aged man was a little dazed and couldn't help but take a step forward.

But this step led him to the gates of hell.

The purple-haired young man ignored his injuries and stabbed his sword instantly, wearing the vital points of the middle-aged man's dantian in black!

The two stood opposite each other, and their weapons pierced each other.

But for monks, the Dantian is the key. The chest is pierced. Although the injury is not serious, there is still some help!

"Cough...Ahem..., you won..."

The middle-aged man in black said, his head gradually lowered.

The purple-haired young man did not show the joy of victory at this time, but said calmly: "You are not bad, but unfortunately we are all ascended monks..."

"puff..."

The purple-haired young man took back his sword and pulled out the spear in his chest at the same time.

The middle-aged man in black fell to the ground, the purple-haired young man swallowed the pill, and then, under the surprised gaze of everyone, he picked up the body of the middle-aged man in black, jumped off the ring, and staggered towards the woodland in the distance.

"Okay! Wonderful..."

"Hahaha, it's so satisfying. Who will be next? Come on, hurry up!"

...

There were many people in the audience applauding, and it was obvious that the life-and-death battle on the stage was an interesting show for them!

Yi Cheng felt deeply desolate in his heart, and sighed and turned around and left here. In the subsequent game, Yi Cheng was no longer in the mood to watch.

As for Xiao Jin and the others, Yi Cheng was not very worried. They were not weak. As long as they didn’t meet any perverted guys, it would be fine to get a place.

Yi Cheng walked out of the crowd and slowly walked towards the distance!

A lonely grave, quietly squatting in the dense forest, forms a sharp contrast with the noisy shouts in the distance.

The purple-haired young man who had just won, sat cross-legged beside the lonely grave. He did not meditate, but stared at the lonely grave.

It seemed that I felt someone approaching, and the purple-haired young man looked back.

"What are you doing here?" The purple-haired young man was obviously a little angry at Yi Cheng disturbing him.

Yi Cheng didn't say anything, walked to the side of the lonely grave, and then took out a pot of wine from the storage ring.

"Oh, I thought this was a fairyland, but I didn't expect that I would still have to bury my bones in a foreign land. Although I don't know what to call it, since I met it, it's fate..."

As Yi Cheng said, the wine in the pot slowly spilled on the grave!

"All the way, if there is a next life, be a mortal!"

Yi Cheng sprinkled half of the wine in the pot, and then squatted the rest on the grave.

Then, Yi Cheng handed over a pot of wine to the purple-haired young man.

The purple-haired young man looked at Yi Cheng with some curiosity, but he started drinking without saying a word!
To be continued...