"Everyone, the ranking competition has ended. According to what I said before, your rewards will be issued later. You have been in our Kunlun clan for three thousand years. This journey is about to end. Those who can stand here are elites from all walks of life. I am here to congratulate you on behalf of the Kunlun clan!

Yi Cheng and more than 900 foreign monks stood on a platform of hundreds of miles from the Kunlun clan. The Kunlun clan members were surrounded by Kunlun clan members. At this time, they stood opposite the Kunlun clan disciples of the same number.

A burly old man from fifty years old was talking in the center with a smile. This man was Kunpeng, the leader of Kunlun clan. According to Yi Cheng's visual observation, Kunpeng's strength is definitely a perfect Mahayana monk. Although it is only a perfection, his strength is definitely not something he can resist.

"The following is the time for the children of our clan to communicate with you. You can challenge each other. Every time you win a game, you will receive a certain number of spiritual herbs. Of course, the rewards are all ninth-grade spiritual herbs, winning one game and winning ten plants, and the second game is twenty plants, such as this.

There are now 990 people on both sides, arranged from east to west according to their strength, so if you want to challenge, you can only challenge the opponent and the three of them. Anyone will immediately leave the court as long as they lose, and the game will not end until all of them leave. The rewards above are the same.

In addition, as long as you can play all the people on the field, everyone who stays on the field can get a fairy grass. There are no rules for the game, but it cannot hurt people's lives, otherwise all rewards will be cancelled!"

At this moment, the monks on Yi Cheng immediately started to discuss. They came from the digital interface, but they were all elites in the interface. Even if the Kunlun clan is powerful, it is difficult to compare with them. As long as you defeat everyone on the other side, you can get a fairy grass. This is too easy!

"Brothers, all work harder, the fairy grass is waving to us!" A foreign monk shouted, and everyone immediately responded.

"Haha, I think I'm waving to you. Come on, let you know the strength of our Kunlun tribe, what kind of genius, is all floating clouds here!"[

Some of the Kunlun tribes were also dissatisfied and started shouting immediately.

"Yunjing, yinjing, there will be a chance for you to compete later. Now if I finish speaking, the strongest monk on the winning side will enter the altar of this clan to accept the inheritance of the ancestor Kunlun. The ancestor of this clan Kunlun is the lower realm of the immortals. Its inheritance has been understood by people for billions of years, so whether they can get it depends on your opportunity! Of course, this monk must remain on the field. Now the challenge begins!"

"The inheritance of the immortal?" This time, it can no longer be said by surprise, and the monks present were completely stunned, and there was such a good thing!

As Kun Peng's words fell, after a moment of silence, one game after another began immediately.

Not to mention the reward, even the fairy grass is a heart-pounding thing. At the worst, there are ten ninth-grade spiritual herbs that will win one game by yourself. These rewards are also very attractive to the disciples of the Kunlun clan, so they all seize the time to choose the people who are more confident in winning.

A monk who won one game said to his companion next to him: "I have obtained ten spiritual herbs, and I have seen the immortal herbs waving to me!"

"If you want fairy grass, stop dreaming. When we Kunlun tribe are soft persimmons, come on, let you have a long experience of what is fighting!"

Seeing this, a Kunlun disciple on the opposite side immediately challenged him.

At this time, Yi Cheng was standing on the far left, and no one challenged him for a while. After all, persimmons had to pick up soft ones, so they would step down after losing.

Yi Cheng didn't have the heart to challenge anyone, because Ling just now, he was so interested in finding Yi Cheng to have something to say.

"You actually took the initiative to look for me. It's really the first time. What's the matter?" Yi Cheng asked, looking at the spirit who was much better in condition than before.

"No matter what method you use, you must get the soil of the living spirit, just be at the altar under this square." Ling rarely showed a hint of eagerness.

"Altar, the living creatures? Can you explain it clearly?" Yi Cheng asked in confusion.

"The living spirit is a strange thing in the world. It can create a fairyland. Even in the fairyland, it is something that everyone dreams of. I didn't expect that I could see a piece here, and it was a big guy I had never seen before."

When Yi Cheng heard this, he asked in confusion: "Wait a minute, what is the Immortal Realm, and what does it mean to create the Immortal Realm?"[

"The so-called fairy realm is equivalent to the interface of the spiritual world, but the area is larger and more stable. The ordinary fairy realm can match hundreds or thousands of interfaces. If I expected it, if the living soil here is well cultivated, it will be enough to create an immortal realm that is equivalent to most of the spiritual realm!"

"Big, most of the spiritual world!"

Yi Cheng was completely shocked. He didn't know how big the spiritual world was, but there were always 100,000 interfaces, and they were also isolated by the entire void. Most of the spiritual world, Yi Cheng really couldn't imagine it.

"In the fairy world, creating an interface is a big shocking thing. It cannot be completed without billions of years. Moreover, the fairyland is extremely stable and will basically not die. It will be abandoned unless it encounters some powerful damage! Well, I don't have time to explain in detail to you now. In short, this creature's breath must be obtained. As long as I use a small amount of small, I can repair the damage suffered by the Qixuan Tower. At that time, you will see what the master can use the Qixuan Tower to scatter for billions of years!"

"Repair the Seven Profound Pagoda!" Yi Cheng's eyes lit up instantly, but when he thought of the creature Xirang being enshrined on the altar of the Kunlun tribe, he must have attached great importance to it. How can he get it? He cheated? It probably won't work. If you force yourself to rob? That's a different story?

"But how did I get it? There are at least one hundred Mahayana stages here, and at least three of them are perfected by Mahayana stages. Let's not talk about them for now. Even the leader of Kunpeng is not something I can deal with." Yi Cheng showed a bitter smile.

"Don't worry about these things for now. You will get the quota for inheritance. As long as you enter the altar, I will find a way to find a way to do the next thing!"

Yi Cheng nodded and took one step at a time. As long as Ling is willing to take action, he is really not worried!

After leaving the Seven Profound Tower, Yi Cheng watched the battle in full swing, and then stopped his eyes opposite him.

The four or five Kunlun tribes over there have not taken action yet, because there are only a hundred arenas in the field, so it is impossible for everyone to take action at the same time.

The four people opposite were not attacking, at the west side there was a thin man with sharp eyes, the second was a bald man wearing earrings, the third was a cold face, looking at him with bad eyes, and waiting for others. At the same time, occasionally he used his light to turn the person in the east, and seemed to have no good feelings.

At this time, Yi Cheng also stopped his eyes directly opposite the strong man ranked first in the Kunlun tribe.

This person is like an iron tower, and is more burly than the few people next to him. From the fierce murderous intent of his body, it can be seen that he is definitely not a flower in a greenhouse.
Chapter completed!