Real game world: I am gifted and I suppress all monsters

Lan Tingluo snorted heavily, "The Qiansui Alliance has evil ambitions, and they will be enemies even if they come. As for the Qingshan Society, they have never appeared in person, so I don't know if they are enemies or friends. We will tell when they really come!"

Chen Qingzhou nodded and stopped asking questions, thinking about all the big and small things about the Dragon City Fight.

The group of sixteen people flew for more than ten hours in a row. It was no problem for people who practiced cultivation to go without food or water, but they just felt a little tired.

Finally, at dawn on the second day, we arrived at the East China Sea Islands.

Chen Qingzhou had never been to the sea area where Mount Putuo was located, so he asked, "Is this place still within the scope of Qianli Dragon City?"

"Yes, yes!" Wan Jian introduced with a smile: "It's Dragon City on the East China Sea side. It's fifty miles offshore from the coastline. There's a lot of fog over the sea, so you can't see it."

Chen Qingzhou nodded, "Senior Brother Wan is really knowledgeable."

Wan Jian smiled and said, "No, no! Let's go down quickly. The monks from the Jinchan Temple must be waiting for us."

Everyone followed Wan Jian's call and flew towards an island ahead.

Looking down from the sky, the numerous islands on the East China Sea are like pearls scattered on blue silk. The clear sea water sparkles under the sunlight, like countless tiny pieces of jade. The sea breeze blows in with the unique salty and humid smell of the sea, gently brushing across the face, bringing a hint of coolness.

The islands are covered with lush vegetation, and the lush trees are like a green cape. Red, yellow, and purple wildflowers are scattered here and there, like paints splashed by nature, adding a bit of agility and playfulness to the islands. The waves tirelessly beat against the rocks on the shore, making a "swooshing" sound, which is the majestic music played by the sea.

Among the many islands, Mount Putuo is particularly eye-catching. It stands quietly between the sea and the sky like a hermit who is isolated from the world. The mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist, like a fairyland. The clouds and mist drift through the mountains and forests like a veil, sometimes hiding the entire mountain, and sometimes making it looming. Coupled with its thousand-year reputation, it adds to the mystery.

Everyone flew quickly towards Mount Putuo, getting closer and closer to the Jinchan Temple.

Jinchan Temple is located on the hillside of Putuo Mountain. The golden glazed tiles sparkle in the sunlight, like a golden palace. The buildings in the temple are well-arranged, with flying eaves, brackets, carved beams and painted buildings. Every detail shows an ancient and solemn atmosphere.

The sound of the temple bells came slowly, and the steady and melodious sound seemed to be telling the story of the years, making people feel peaceful and awed.

A group of sixteen people from the Tianci Sect landed on the huge square outside the main gate of the Jinchan Temple, and two middle-aged monks immediately came to greet them.

"Brother Wan, long time no see, Brother Wan!"

One of the monks took the lead and greeted loudly, with his palms clasped together and a big smile on his face.

Wan Jian immediately bowed in return, "Master Du Ming, how dare I trouble you to come and greet me in person!"

Chen Qingzhou was shocked when he heard this. He originally thought that this monk was just older and should not be of a high generation, after all, he called him Senior Brother Wan Jian right away. But he did not expect that he was actually a monk of the "Du" generation. Logically speaking, he should be at the same level as the heads and chiefs of the major Xuanmen sects.

It seems that Wan Jian really has some skills in the underworld.

Wan Jian smiled and said, "Master Du Ming, let me introduce you. This is my uncle, the head monk of Lan Ting Luo."

Lan Tingluo was a master, so he was naturally polite and said, "It turns out to be Master Du Ming. It's a pleasure to meet you. Thank you for your help!"

Master Du Ming laughed and said, "That's not right. The Tianci Sect is the orthodox sect of the Xuanmen Sect. The abbot has specifically instructed us not to neglect it. Please enter the temple quickly!"

When Chen Qingzhou and more than ten others entered the temple gate, they saw brilliant rays of light flying in from the sky one after another. They were the masters of various major sects.

But when they saw who was coming, they looked at each other with some surprise on their faces.

Because those companies have a big presence.

Ju Mang Xuan was led by the head of the sect, Xia Guixin, the old master of the Tunlong Pavilion, and his two sons, Xia Wenzon and Xia Jiangnan, serving on his left and right. The rest of the disciples were wielding feather fans and magic pens, surrounded by green spiritual light, like meteors across the sky. There were more than fifty of them.

The disciples of the Pijia Sect were led by the sect leader, Zhenren Zhankong, followed by Elder Zhan Lang and a young unfamiliar disciple, but this disciple was actually even more muscular than the elder with the name Zhan. There were also seventy or eighty other young disciples, wielding all kinds of heavy weapons, and flying to the top of Mount Putuo under the cover of gray light.

The generals of Xuanshui Sect shouted loudly, and a piece of blue armor descended. Then, a man in a blue robe dropped from the sky. This man was tall and mighty, with a tiger head and leopard eyes, a full beard, and strode over with big strides. He had the vigorous spirit of a grassroots hero, like a killing god on the battlefield. It was none other than Cui Guangzong, the leader of the Cui family!

Behind him followed the third in command, Cui Jiye, the "Eight Dragon Tai Sui", and a group of outstanding children. The rest of his disciples numbered as many as a hundred people, all of them armed with silver spears and blue armor, and looked very powerful. He was worthy of being the most populous sect in Xuanmen.

Chen Qingzhou looked at Lan Tingluo beside him and asked in a low voice: "Uncle Master, you are here with bad intentions."

Lan Tingluo naturally understood what he meant. It went without saying that Jinchan Temple was the host and all preparations must have been extremely thorough. However, the other three major sects also had their leaders come in person, which showed how much importance they attached to it.

In comparison, only the Tianci faction is leading the team. Although there is nothing wrong with that, it always feels like it has cast a shadow on this Dragon City Competition.

Afterwards, representatives of the North Dragon Army and the South Phoenix Army arrived with a military demeanor. The two commanders, Fan Liehua and Yan Kang, did not come. After all, Qianlilong City was responsible for guarding Zhongzhou and they could not leave their posts easily. This time, each army was led by a deputy commander.

Chen Qingzhou took a quick glance and saw the person he was worried about.

Yu Mu!

He smiled and waved, and Yu Mu also saw him and waved back.

At this time, Yu Mu was standing beside the icy beauty Yan Yuyao, but there was no sign of Xuanyuan Changqing, Ximen Rufeng and Yan Qingyue. It seemed that Yan Qingyue's "soul-stealing" danger had not been resolved yet. Chen Qingzhou sighed and could only pray for his sister Coco in his heart.

Then there were Ren Yugu and Jing Yunqi from the Zongheng Chess Club and some other small sects and lesser-known individual practitioners. Nearly a thousand people from all the big and small sects gathered in this world-famous thousand-year-old temple.

"Amitabha!"

Under the abbot of Jinchan Temple, there were four monks with the name "Duzi", twenty monks with the name "Yuan", and a group of young monks of the third generation with the name "Hui". They were all waiting in front of the Main Hall. They were wearing robes, smiling, with their hands clasped together, chanting Buddhist names, and warmly welcoming heroes from all sides.

The leading abbot Du Jian took a step forward, and saw that the world's number one monk had kind eyes, was vigorous, and spoke in a loud voice.

"I am Dujian, a poor monk, and I welcome all my fellow Taoist friends to Mount Putuo. It is a great honor for Jinchan Temple to be able to meet with you all here today."

His voice was like the sound of an ancient temple bell, steady and long, with a power that penetrated people's hearts, making everyone calm down and listen quietly to the Sanskrit-like narration.