My talisman pen is omnipotent. How should you deal with it?

Chu Ci came to a high altitude and looked down, feeling shocked.

Only then did he have a deeper understanding of Zhenhuang Prefecture. He saw that the land stretching for hundreds of miles under his feet was full of huge and magnificent buildings.

These buildings stand on the earth like ancient behemoths, stretching endlessly. The number of them is staggering and they seem endless at a glance.

After about a cup of tea, the flying sword slowly landed in front of a majestic and magnificent palace.

There were many figures standing in front of the palace gate, including the white-robed butler who had dealt with yesterday.

After Chu Ci and the others jumped off the flying sword, the white-robed butler ordered people to greet them and led Chu Ci and the others into the stone hall.

From the outside, the entire stone hall seemed no different from other stone halls, but this time it was not the small door that was opened, but the entire gate that was completely opened.

When you enter the hall, the first thing that comes into view is the three cylindrical platforms located in the center. Each platform has a diameter of more than 30 feet and is extremely wide.

Opposite the platform, there were several rows of seats neatly arranged, clearly divided into five areas after careful arrangement. In the middle, there was a single armchair, which was particularly eye-catching, and the other four rows were distributed on both sides in a fan-shaped arrangement.

There were words written on the back of each chair. Among them, the row of chairs marked with the word "Jin" was empty, obviously reserved for the monks of Jin State.

The other three rows of chairs are marked with "Yan", "Zhao" and "Zhenwu", corresponding to the monks of various countries.

Song Henian led Chu Ci and others and sat steadily on the seats of Jin State.

Then a little boy came with a tray and served tea to everyone one by one.

"My fellow practitioners, please be patient. Miss Wanying is currently in the competition hall for Jindan cultivators and will be here soon." The white-robed butler said loudly after everyone was seated.

Chu Ci used this free time to quickly glance at the teams of monks from other countries.

Since they had arrived here together with the Zhao team led by Song Qingming, they were relatively more familiar with this team.

There were six monks from the State of Zhao, and the most eye-catching ones were three monks with fleshy faces and bald heads. They were all stout and muscular, and when they sat, they were taller than ordinary people when they stood. They were like three iron towers among the crowd.

There are five people in Zhenwu Kingdom, four men and one woman.

There were six people in Yan State, three men and three women.

Everyone present, both men and women, was without exception very young.

Song Henian, who was standing by, leaned close to Chu Ci's ear and whispered, "Fellow Daoist Chu, I went to make some inquiries yesterday." After saying that, he cast his gaze on a fair-faced young man who looked like a scholar among the cultivators of the Yan State.

"Did you see that person? He is Bai Bing. Among all the foundation-building cultivators in Yan State, he is the most powerful. I heard that he once killed a cultivator in the late Jindan stage!"

With the foundation building level, he could actually kill a powerful enemy in the late Jindan stage? If this is true, then this Bai Bing should not be underestimated.

Hearing this, Chu Ci couldn't help but pay a few more glances at Bai Bing.

Bai Bing was worthy of his surname. He was dressed in a flawless, spotless Taoist robe, gently waving a feather fan as white as snow in his hand. His face was as white as snow, as if it was carved from white jade. From head to toe, except for his long black hair, it was difficult to find any other color.

At this time, Bai Bing was closing her eyes and concentrating. Just as Chu Ci was secretly observing her, Bai Bing suddenly opened her eyes and shot a bone-chilling cold gaze straight at Chu Ci.

Chu Ci just glanced at the other party casually without using any spiritual sense to investigate, but he didn't know why he was noticed by the other party.

Not only that, Bai Bing's eyes seemed to contain some kind of secret technique. With just a quick glance, Chu Ci suddenly felt a chill all over his body, as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and his eyes seemed to have lost control and he couldn't help but stare at the other person.

Chu Ci secretly thought that something was wrong, fearing that he would suffer a loss, so he had no choice but to forcefully activate the Golden Eye Technique and face Bai Bing's gaze head-on.

The two men looked at each other, neither giving in. For a moment, the atmosphere was extremely tense, and the air around them seemed to solidify. An extremely strong murderous aura burst out, attracting the attention of everyone around them.

After a moment, Bai Bing looked away and closed her eyes again. Chu Ci felt the mental pressure relieved a little and then withdrew his gaze.

"Fellow Daoist Chu, please don't fight before the competition." Song Henian had just witnessed the two men looking at each other, and was so shocked that his hair stood on end and his back was covered with cold sweat.

Only after seeing them both look away did he breathe a sigh of relief.

At the same time, he thought to himself that the reason he revealed these circumstances was that he hoped Chu Ci could avoid this person when challenging him. Unexpectedly, before he even went on stage, Chu Ci had already left a deep impression on the other party.

"Brother Henian, is there anyone else besides this?" Chu Ci asked.

Song Henian said: "There is another person, he is Shen Sanlang from Zhenwu Kingdom." After saying that, Song Henian signaled with his eyes.

I saw a man wearing a black hat in the Zhenwu Kingdom team.

Before Chu Ci could take a closer look, Song Henian hurriedly reached out and tugged at the corner of Chu Ci's clothes, lowering his voice and saying, "Fellow Daoist Chu, don't look at them anymore. These two are both top masters, we can't offend them all."

After hearing this, Chu Ci smiled and looked away.

"I heard that Sanlang Shen was sent by his father to a large sect in the Fusang Empire to practice more than ten years ago. Song Qinghui of the Zhenwu Kingdom branch used an unknown price to get him out, and he only returned to Zhenwu Kingdom a year ago." Song Henian continued.

At this moment, a loud shout came from outside the house: "Welcome Miss Wanying!"

Upon hearing this, everyone turned their heads and looked, only to see a ray of emerald green light floating into the hall as lightly as the spring breeze blowing over the willows. In the green light, a woman in a green gown appeared, as elegant and graceful as a fairy from an ancient painting.

Could this be the legendary Miss Wanying? Chu Ci looked at her and was surprised to find that she was actually a Nascent Soul cultivator!

Who could have expected that the personal maidservant beside the Second Young Lady would have such a high level of cultivation.

"On behalf of the Second Miss, I would like to thank all of you fellow Taoists for coming to help." Wanying said as she bowed to everyone.

Before he finished speaking, everyone present stood up immediately without exception to return the greeting. Facing the Nascent Soul cultivator in front of them, no one dared to be negligent in the slightest.

Wanying raised her hand slightly, motioning everyone to sit down, then sat on the armchair in the middle, looked around at everyone, and said straight to the point:

"Time is urgent, so I won't beat around the bush. All participants in today's competition, regardless of winning or losing, will receive 30,000 mid-grade spirit stones as a reward. If any fellow Taoist can win this competition, the Second Miss will give him a separate reward; if anyone can win a game for the Second Miss in the competition six months later, then he will be a great contributor to the Second Miss, and the benefits he will receive are needless to say."

Everyone on the field held their breath and listened quietly. Although the middle-grade spirit stones were precious, they were not rare treasures to them. What they really cared about was what the specific reward would be after winning.

However, Wanying did not speak, but turned her head and looked at the first cultivator on her right.

When everyone saw this, they suddenly realized that the two people were using the art of sound transmission.

The first person on Wanying's right was a cultivator from the Yan State team. He was wearing a short shirt and had short hair cut to his ears, looking neat and tidy.

He first frowned slightly, as if thinking about something, then a look of joy appeared on his face, and he bowed to Wanying.

Judging from his expression and posture, he had obviously agreed.

Wanying continued to communicate with other people, including Bai Bing and Shen Sanlang. Almost everyone had similar expressions. It was obvious that the conditions offered by Wanying were very generous.

Soon it was Chu Ci's turn.