The gloomy and crazy Master is drooling over me

The competition officially opened the next day, and an opening ceremony was held in Arctic City.

The sect and region in charge of each competition are closely related, and the main responsible sect for this competition is the Beiming Sect.

Yu Mian had been wandering around Arctic City for the whole day yesterday, but hadn't seen any venue suitable for holding a competition. Unexpectedly, Sheng Qing was pestering him when he woke up.

In the suspended building where the four sects were temporarily staying, a large floating island was slowly floating in the air, connected by iron chains.

Gravel and sand beneath the floating island are either floating or suspended, like small stepping stones, and the direction of the exposed rock is visible to the naked eye.

They actually dug the island out and moved it into the air using the technique of moving mountains and filling the sea!

It would be fine if they just dug out the island, but they also had to keep it suspended in the air without any error. Maintaining this state would require an enormous amount of spiritual power.

What a generous act.

Sure enough, none of the five major sects is simple.

All the disciples gathered on the open space on the hanging building and were led by the elder.

When Yu Mian approached that area, he could feel the extremely strong aura of the formation.

The realm of weak water.

If you want to get closer to the island, you can't rely on spiritual power to fly. The only way is to use the chain, which is as thick as a thigh.

Yu Mian couldn't help but feel a little confused. Was this a show of strength from the Beiming Sect?

Such a fuss was put on for an opening ceremony. It was true that the people in this sect were both closed-minded and arrogant.

Venerable Hengyu came to the main seat and looked at the chain without any special emotion on his face. He just hesitated to issue any orders, which showed that he was also thinking about the matter.

It would be fine if all the disciples of the five sects had to pass the chains of the Weak Water Realm, but now the disciples of four sects have to pass the test and go to the island to meet the disciples of the Beiming Sect.

If they were to step on this, it would mean that their sect is inferior to the Beiming Sect.

This time, the visitor is not kind...

Like them, the other three sects had also gathered. Looking at the chains in front of them, no one was ready to step on them, and they were secretly competing in their hearts.

They also turned their attention to the Wangxian Sect, wanting to see how the First Sect would resolve the matter.

Sheng Qing stood aside, raised his sleeves and yawned in the morning, looking at the formation outside the chains with misty eyes.

She could break the formation, but that would be like turning the table over, which was a bit unplayable.

It is best to work within the rules, understand their settings, and counter them.

She took a step forward to the chain link. Hengyu glanced at her and said nothing, tacitly approving her action.

Sheng Qing raised his hand and spread out his five fingers. His fingertips showed a slightly white force, veins on the back of his hand were visible, and his fingertips were slightly sharp.

Above the chain, a huge Dharma hand grabbed the suspended island in the middle and pulled over the suspended buildings of the other three sects.

The remaining three elders' eyes lit up when they saw this.

Who said they had to go? Of course, the Beiming Sect would respectfully invite them as guests of honor and prepare a bed for them.

Each of the powerful men raised their hands and pulled. Three hanging buildings of different types moved towards the hanging island, and the hanging island moved towards Wangxian.

The chains were tightened and the sound of breaking could be heard. I was afraid that someone was fighting on the island.

Sheng Qing's eyes dimmed, a hint of interest flashed across them, and his spiritual power flowed up along the chain. The whole chain emitted a faint golden color, and it became indestructible in an instant.

With increasing force, the island seemed to crash towards them, ready to knock them off their feet.

The disciple beside Yu Mian stared closely at the thing that was getting closer and bigger, and subconsciously tightened his breathing.

Then he let out a long breath.

Because Sheng Qing had set up a formation to confine them, the distance between them was only one step, and the disciples only needed to take a step to pass through.

She withdrew her hands, put them behind her back, and nodded her head lightly towards the disciples behind her, signaling them to follow.

The disciples behind him put away their nervousness and relaxed instantly. With Venerable Huai Ci around, the trip was indeed much safer.

Take one step over and step onto the island.

Only then did they get a glimpse of the true face of Mount Lu. Inside, there was a huge area specially opened up, where disciples of the Beiming Sect, wearing moon-white robes with golden outlines, were already sitting at the seats.

However, the look in his eyes, which should have been full of mockery as he watched them arrive in such a mess, now seemed to be cold and slightly indignant.

Naturally, they did not dare to complain to the strong, but they looked down on these outside monks who hid under the wings of the elders, thinking they were weak and could be bullied.

Disciples from the four sects came to the island one after another, and leaders from all parties met and maintained superficial friendship.

Especially the Fire Spirit and the Xuanwu Sect, who have always had a good relationship with Wangxian, took the initiative to step forward and reminisce about the past.

"Venerable Hengyu, long time no see!" The chief elder of the Fire Spirit Sect came forward, and then pretended to be surprised as if he saw Shengqing, "Venerable Huaici, long time no see."

Hengyu nodded and said softly, "It's been a long time."

Shengqing glanced at him and was too lazy to reply.

The scene fell into embarrassment for a while.

The eyes of the people present met and they shook their heads slightly. This time, Wangxian sent two of the toughest guys, one was cold and the other was unruly.

Oh, there's another one...

Venerable Palm Wind had a head full of white hair, like a water ghost in the daytime, and looked gloomy as if he had just crawled out of the river. Under his wide sleeves, his five fingers had deeply scratched four small holes in the sleeves.

She really didn't want to accept so much attention from so many people, but this was her appearance and she couldn't be absent.

Help…Help…

Zhang Feng's eyes showed through his hair, like a dead fish eye, as if he was a nerd who had survived ten days and ten nights without dying.

She had been anxious for a long time in preparation for showing up today.

The other three elders: Forget it... Let’s not talk to her.

The five sects held a formal meeting, and more than a dozen influential masters in the world of immortal cultivation gathered together. Their destructive power could even turn the entire Northern Territory upside down.

Venerable Heng Yu got straight to the point, "My sect picked up the stars and divined that the demonic disaster is coming. The purpose of this trip is to unite and distribute the defense formation of Jiuzhou."

Although the four sects in the Central Plains occasionally have frictions and their disciples frequently fight among themselves, they all stand on a united front on major issues, and it mainly depends on the attitude of the Beiming Sect.

The elder from the Beiming Sect raised his hand slightly, smiled and said, "No hurry, no hurry. This is a big competition. Why don't we wait until the disciples finish the competition before discussing it."

"Eh...young people are just exchanging ideas, not talking about big things." He was practicing Tai Chi and sitting in the chairman's seat. There were fifteen seats in total, and he could overlook everything below from a high place with a clear view.

"But this matter is of great importance. If the Beiming Sect has no objection, arrangements should be made as soon as possible." The red-bearded elder of the Fire Spirit Sect spoke with an anxious tone and seemed to have a bad temper.

"My Beiming Sect has always lived in seclusion on an isolated island in the sea. We have rarely come into contact with your Central Plains, and we are already on the front line of resisting monsters. Why should we listen to your orders?" His long eyebrows drooped slightly, and after a moment of twitching, he put his hand on the armrest, looking a bit rogue.