Shock! How could the useless Second Miss be a spiritual god?

"I think Qingyun Sect will be at the bottom this time. Do you believe it?"

Several people spoke loudly, with undisguised sarcasm in their voices, which immediately attracted the attention of people from the other two sects.

Without the powerful Wu Lei, Qingyun Sect is like a spirit beast without sharp claws. Even if it is not at the bottom, it will lose its former glory.

After hearing what the Lingtian Sect disciples said, the other Qingyun Sect disciples who were unable to go on stage all became red-faced, with their eyes wide open in anger, wishing they could rush up and compete with those people immediately.

Looking at the furious disciples, Bai Jingyu reached out to stop them. He knew the tempers of these disciples very well. If he allowed them to act impulsively, the situation would only make things worse.

"Okay, there will be plenty of opportunities to shut them up later, so you guys should do your best."

After hearing the sect leader's words, the disciples were still furious, but they suppressed their anger and nodded, realizing the seriousness of the situation.

Bai Jingyu glanced at the disciples of other sects, and his eyes were slightly anxious. He knew that this competition was very important to Qingyun Sect, as it was related to the reputation and future of the entire sect.

But why hasn't the junior sister come here yet? He can't help but feel worried.

The competition is about to begin. Could something have happened to my junior sister on the way?

At this time, the disciples of Qingyun Sect did not quarrel with them as others expected. Instead, they behaved very calmly, which made the disciples of other sects mistakenly believe that the disciples of Qingyun Sect had nothing to say.

For a moment, all kinds of gloating, sarcastic and provocative eyes kept looking at the people from Qingyun Sect, as if they wanted to eat them alive with their eyes.

"His Royal Highness the Holy Son has arrived!"

With a loud shout, the sedan chair that caused all the people at the Top of Paradise to kneel down on the street that day slowly appeared in front of everyone.

Ling Jie's eyes narrowed slightly, and when he looked up into the air, his eyes began to collide with that of the Son of God.

The four hall masters who were originally sitting in the main seats were shocked when they heard the words. They wondered why His Royal Highness the Holy Son came here to watch the game. They stood up from the main seats and respectfully gave up the main seats to the Holy Son.

"Everyone, you probably haven't seen this Saint Son before, right? This is the first time that this Saint Son has taken over the affairs of the competition between your sects."

The young man's voice came from the sedan chair, his tone was steady and his voice was pleasant.

The leaders of several sects all looked curious, as this was their first time to directly come into contact with the person in charge of the mysterious force.

This time the mysterious force came to watch the game, could it be that they are no longer planning to hide themselves?

"This year, I have changed the rules of the competition, so I will also give a big gift to the sect that wins first place. I guarantee that everyone will be satisfied!"

After saying this, the person in the sedan chair chuckled. The laughter seemed to be able to bewitch people's hearts, making many female disciples present blush.

"In that case, let's get started and don't waste time."

As soon as the young man finished speaking, everyone present couldn't help but breathe faster.

For a mysterious force to be able to own a blessed place like Piaomiao Mountain, their foundation must be so profound that it is beyond the reach of others.

The strength of the man on the sedan chair is also unfathomable. Even he said it was a great gift, so it must be a rare treasure in the world.

"Thank you, Your Majesty the Holy Son!"

Ling Tian Sect's leader Ling Zhifei immediately opened his mouth to express his gratitude. Upon seeing this, people from other sects also opened their mouths to thank the Holy Son!

After a moment, Ling Zhifei swept his vicious gaze over Tang Qi and her group, but when he didn't see Huo Ling'er, a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

However, he quickly thought that there would be plenty of opportunities in the future and there was no need to rush.

"Boom!"

With the sound of a shocking drum, the sect competition will officially begin.

The disciples from the four sects walked onto the stage and began to prepare, each of them ready to show off their skills.

At this time, a breeze blew, dispersing some of the clouds and mist, allowing the people nearby to see the situation on the ring clearly.

On the stage, disciples from each sect were wearing uniform attire, holding swords, and standing there with serious expressions.

And in the audience, the disciples who did not go on stage were also watching this scene nervously, looking forward to seeing the exciting battle scene.

At this time, a loud voice sounded: "Disciples of all sects, please get ready! The rules of this sect competition are as follows..."

With the referee's announcement, the game is about to officially begin.

"Hey, look, there are only twenty-nine people in the Qingyun Sect?" someone pointed and asked curiously.

Everyone turned around and found that the number of people in Qingyun Sect was indeed wrong, and they couldn't help but feel puzzled.

"Could it be that it has declined to this point? Can't even gather thirty disciples for the competition?"

"Hahaha, I think that's the case. Because their sect has few resources, no one is willing to go to their sect, and they can't find talent."

The disciples of Lingtian Sect laughed unscrupulously.

Laughter spread among the crowd. Although the disciples of Lifeng Sect and Tianyin Temple did not ridicule openly, they were also discussing in low voices.

The four hall masters also noticed that there was one person missing from the Qingyun Sect in an instant, and they looked at Bai Jingyu with embarrassment.

"Master Qingyun, it's against the rules to have one less person. Why don't you find another person to participate in the competition?"

Bai Jingyu frowned slightly. He knew in his heart that this competition was of vital importance to the Qingyun Sect. If they could not gather a team of thirty people, it would inevitably affect the reputation and status of the entire sect.

Before Bai Jingyu could speak, Ling Tian Sect's disciple Cheng Peng started to make a noise: "Why is Qing Yun Sect unable to even gather enough people to participate in the sect competition? They might as well just admit defeat!"

These words were like a sharp blade, piercing the hearts of the Qingyun Sect disciples who did not enter the arena.

They clenched their fists and glared in the direction of Lingtian Sect, wishing they could rush up and fight them immediately.

Bai Jingyu took a deep breath. He knew that now was not the time to act on impulse. He had to find a way to solve this problem, otherwise Qingyun Sect would face even greater difficulties.

Those who had been taught a lesson by Qingge and Ye Chun at the gate of the Peak of Bliss that day, also started to add insult to injury at this moment.

While cursing the disciples of Qingyun Sect, they waved their hands as if to vent all their dissatisfaction.

"This is really a disgrace to the sect. Get down, get down quickly. Why are you still participating in the competition if no one is around?"

"Qingyun Sect disciples, get out!"

"Since they don't respect the rules of the competition, Qingyun Sect should be disqualified from the competition."

At this moment, a red figure suddenly appeared on the competition arena.

She is as dazzling as a flame, and her presence cannot be ignored.

The powerful aura around him immediately pushed the disciples of Lingtian Sect back several steps.

"All of us from Qingyun Sect are here. Let's start the competition. Stop making noise, okay?"

The girl's voice was as cold as snow, mixed with a hint of disdain and ridicule.

Her words were like a sharp sword, piercing the silence on the field and shocking everyone present. This woman was so arrogant!

"Who is she? Could it be that Qingyun Sect will add a female disciple to the competition? But it seems that there is no one available..."

The girl was wearing a red dress that fluttered in the wind, she had a beautiful face, and she stood calmly on the stage.

The atmosphere in the venue froze for a moment, and everyone's eyes were focused on the girl.

Even the Son of God, who was originally sitting in the sedan chair and staring at Ling Jie boredly, now turned his gaze to the arena.

There was a hint of surprise in his eyes, and he seemed to be interested in the girl who suddenly appeared.

When they saw that the person coming was Huo Ling'er, the people of Qingyun Sect immediately became furious.

They cheered and were proud of being in Qingyun Sect, especially Ye Chun, who was so excited that he almost beat the gongs and drums and sang songs.

"Come on, Junior Master! Come on, Senior Brother Tang! Come on, Qingyun Sect! We must defeat them!"

"Let those who look down on our Qingyun Sect see that we are not easy to bully!"

The other Qingyun Sect disciples who participated in the competition felt reassured and confident.

"Uncle Junior, Brother Tang, you must beat the heads off those bastards from Ling Tian Sect!"

Ye Chun stood on a chair, his hands on his hips, and shouted loudly with confidence and pride on his face.

Chu Yueyao and Qingge on the side quickly reached out to pull him, but Ye Chun nimbly dodged their hands and continued shouting loudly.

Seeing Huo Ling'er appear, Ling Zhifei on the viewing stand felt a surge of hatred in his heart, and he looked at her with gnashing teeth!