I’m Pretending To Be The Xiandaomen Sect Head Teacher

Xu Mengyuan feels that the Three Views of Own have been subverted. These people are all Heaven-level Foundation Buildings, and one of them is the legendary Supreme Foundation Building.

He had heard of the Supreme Foundation Building, but he had never seen it before.

But now I see it, and it's right in front of own, and even if he wants to, he can become a senior brother of own.

This Sect has unlimited potential.

What's more, there is also an unfathomable master escorted by Cultivation Base, who will grow up in the future and must be a top-notch existence!

"Big Elder, what do you think?" Xu Mengyuan spoke to the big Elder behind him.

The big Elder was shocked by their talents, and couldn't recover for a long time.

Such Sects, if they grow up over time, they must surpass the Heavenly Dao League. No wonder their overall strength is not high. They have only started for more than two months. Where can they be higher?

"Big Elder, Big Elder!" Xu Mengyuan shouted through the voice transmission, and then Big Elder came back to his senses.

"Young Master, the strength of this Immortal Sect is unfathomable, and it has a boundless future!" Big Elder replied.

Xu Mengyuan also understood this, and he became even more tempted.

This Immortal Sect was established not long ago, if I join in and become the master's apprentice, then even if I am on the thigh of the Immortal Sect, it will be very helpful to his Demon Yuanzong.

And you have a good relationship with these people in front of you, and you can let them help yourself.

"Big Elder, I want to join Xiandaomen." Xu Mengyuan transmitted voice to Big Elder.

This time, Elder did not dissuade him, but bowed his head in silence.

"Young Master, this is a big matter, you have to think about it clearly."

Xu Mengyuan didn't speak anymore, he still had several days to think about it, after all, before the end of the Tianyuan event, the immortal door would be here.

"I think about it." Xu Mengyuan said lightly.

...

One day tells whether it is faster or slower or slower, and it will pass quickly.

On the third day, which was also the last day of the knockout rounds, there were only two matches today, and Zhao Hong was in the last one.

The first match is over, there is nothing worth paying attention to.

When the second game was about to start, Zhao Hong jumped off the spirit boat and flew into the ring.

Jiang Beichen also woke up and walked onto the deck, looking at the ring on Zhao Hong's side.

There were only two people in Zhao Hong's ring, plus three of him.

"No, why is there only three people in the last ring?" Someone asked.

"There are only so many people in the queue," the soldier said.

Jiang Beichen narrowed his eyes and understood what was going on.

It's no wonder that Zhao Hong was arranged in the last game. There were only three people in the last game. General Tie also took great pains for Zhao Hong.

"That won't work, even if there is no one, I have to make up ten!" A cultivator said angrily.

He was besieged in the ring, if he would not lose one-on-one, so he was not convinced.

"You guys go up." A leader arranged for seven soldiers to go to the ring.

They all knew that Zhao Hong was the prince, and arranged for the soldiers to go up to protect Zhao Hong, but to block everyone's mouth.

"This is interesting." Jiang Beichen smiled lightly.

When the cultivator saw ten people on the ring, he couldn't speak. He was thinking of finding an opportunity to let himself go up, but they didn't pay attention to him at all.

I'd rather let the soldiers go on rather than talk to him.

With the sound of the gong, the competition ended.

Seven soldiers help out to deal with the other two cultivators. These two soldiers are not ordinary soldiers, but thousands commanders with Cultivation Base.

All seven of them came to protect Zhao Hong and prevent Zhao Hong from playing.

Seven against two, and they were still well-trained soldiers. Those two cultivators, which were only in the early stage of Foundation Building, had hardly any accidents and were beaten down by seven soldiers.

Zhao Hong turned his back to them, holding the wooden stick in his hand.

After they were over, Zhao Hong took out the wooden sticks, turned around and swept out, and the seven thousand men looked at each other and flew out one after another.

"Fuck, this is too fake!" Jiang Beichen shouted at him.

Zhao Hong hasn't exerted his power yet. The stick he swept across didn't hurt much. Even he could hold it, let alone the seven well-trained soldiers.

"Dare to be fake, it's not obvious to let the water out!" The cultivator who yelled before, stood in the ring and yelled.

"How can this be water release, this is a counterfeit match!"

"I want to report that someone is playing a fake match! It's so fake, it won't be played!"

...

"What the hell are you yelling? Go ahead if you have the ability!" shouted a Qianfu who maintained order.

Zhao Hong was also a little surprised. He hasn't been serious yet, so why did it end? This is too fake, right?

When he glanced at Tie Hanlei on the high platform, he understood in his heart, shook his head, put away the stick and walked on.

"Head, what is your disciple's status?" Xu Mengyuan asked curiously.

It is definitely not easy to have soldiers from the Tang Dynasty accompany them in the act.

"Heh, do you think I will tell an outsider the identity of my apprentice casually? Besides, I have never seen the experience of accepting apprentices from the immortal disciple." Jiang Beichen smiled lightly.

Xu Mengyuan couldn't help thinking deeply after hearing this.

Never look at the history? It seems that the head of the immortal sect accepts disciples only by chance, and if you say it, even if he knows my identity, he won't care.

That's right, there is no power in his eyes, so why should he care about the origins of others?

Xu Mengyuan understood the other apprentices, and felt that they were Bufan.

"This immortal gate is very likely to hide the dragon and the tiger." Elder communicated to Xu Mengyuan.

Xu Mengyuan nodded, and he could see this too.

After the end of the first round of eliminations, the second round of eliminations will start after a day's rest.

More than 20,000 people were eliminated in the first round, and four-fifths of them were eliminated in the second round, leaving only 2,000 people to enter the next round.

The competition will only become more and more cruel.

Jiang Beichen stood on the deck and watched for a while before returning to the deck.

He saw that the task of participating in the Tianyuan event had been completed, and it was time to extract the reward.

"System, extract the spirit of Immortal Dao!" Jiang Beichen's heart moved, calling the system.

"Ding, the spirit of immortality has been extracted!"

The sound of the system sounded, and then a Spirit Power package appeared in Jiang Beichen's hand.

In the Spirit Power package, it was not clear what was inside, but it exuded a strong breath. This pressure quickly penetrated the door and leaked out.

The disciple who was talking on the deck suddenly felt a strong breath and turned to look at the door.

The breath continued to spread, and the entire Yuanlong Mountain was radiated. Everyone looked at the spirit boat of the Immortal Dao Sect. They perceived that this powerful breath came from the Immortal Dao Sect.

"Horrible! Horror!" Big Elder was deeply jealous. This breath made him surrender.

He is like that, let alone other people.

Jiang Beichen looked at it for a while and found that he could not see through the spirit of the immortal Dao, so he put it into the storage ring, and when he returned, he gave it to the Ye Lingxi Foundation Building.

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