1482: C1482 Each Way Forward

C1482 Each Way Forward

Daoist Qi Tian, do you really want to protect Ling Tian?

Then what about Feng Xuan?

For a moment, everyone looked at Feng Xuan.

After all, Ling Tian had slapped Feng Xuan's face. If he agreed, then in Jiucang Mountain, Cang Mang Battle Palace would be considered as having lost a lot of face.

But if he didn't agree ?

He might even lose his life.

After all, Daoist Qi Tian was the head of the Scattered Immortal, who could afford to offend him?

"What is it? "You really have a problem with that?"

Seeing the two of them not uttering a word, old beggar's face darkened and he frowned. Then, Feng Xuan and Jiang Man fell to their knees with a plop.

"No, no objections, no matter what the Senior says, the entire river doesn't dare to have any objections!"

Twelfth Island Owner immediately broke out in a cold sweat as he cupped his hands.

Even though Feng Xuan was ashamed and angry, with a strong expert at the peak of Scattered Immortal in front of him, he could only give in.

"Feng Xuan, you have no objections either!"

Feng Xuan almost squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth.

"Hahaha, good. Since it's like this, then brat, get up. Don't kneel in front of me. This old man cannot accept a disciple."

"Ugh ?" Ling Tian kneeled there, and saw that old beggar did not look that easy to talk to, and his position was so high, although he had become old beggar's disciple, and in the future, no one would dare offend him, but since old beggar did not accept him, he had no other choice.

If he was unwilling to let it go, it would only make people disgusted, and that was not's character.

Thus, Ling Tian could only stand up in embarrassment.

This was the first time in his life that he had been rejected as a disciple.

"Brat, you don't have the ability to create your own Sect right now, so don't even think about it. If you really don't want to join the Sect, you can just find a place and become an honorary disciple."

Just then, the old beggar's voice sounded out in Ling Tian's mind.

"Yes."

Ling Tian nodded and flew back to the golden platform.

"Wu Kong, that Wanfu Temple is your fate. Seize the opportunity."

Ling Tian looked at Wu Kong. Amongst his group, he was the most clear about Wu Kong's whereabouts.

"Amitabha, I, Wu Kong, will never forget Brother Ling's kindness."

With both hands clasped together, Wu Kong walked towards the direction of the Wanfu Temple's golden platform.

On the golden platform, the Scattered Immortal's overseer's face revealed a happy look.

After accepting Wu Kong, this time, it could be considered as having completed the mission.

"Brother, Bao`er and I also want to go to Western Regions."

However, just as Ling Tian was about to look towards another person, Qin Shaoyang suddenly spoke out.

"What?"

Ling Tian raised his eyebrows, "Could it be that you want to go out?"

"I'm not going home. I just asked, there are mortal disciples in Wanfu Temple, other than being courteous to buddhas, they are fickle in the mortal world, so we thought it would be good to find a quiet place."

"The main thing is, I feel that I can still do it now. I don't want to be under the protection of you and my elder sister at every moment. So boring."

Qin Shaoyang scratched his head.

Hehe, for you to have such awareness, you have truly grown. Forget it, Ling Tian, just let them go. Qin Mingyue laughed.

"Mn, Wu Kong, this kid Ye, when the time comes, you take care of him more."

Ling Tian nodded.

"Don't worry Brother Ling."

Wu Kong immediately replied.

Seeing Qin Shaoyang bringing Ye Baoer down to his own golden stage, the supervising temple Monk was immediately overjoyed, and was unable to control himself.

Not counting Ling Tian, there were only five Martial Soul Taichu this time. Today, two from Wanfu Temple had come.

"Mo Ran, you ?"

In the end, Ling Tian looked at Zhen Moran, but before she finished, the latter spoke out for herself.

"I have no choice. I was going to the Xuanming Ghost Valley anyway."

"Don't worry, with the Netherworld there, no one would dare bully me."

"If you really manage to build your own Sect in the future, I'll come to you again."

After saying that, without waiting for Ling Tian to speak, Zhen Moran turned and flew directly to the Xuanming Ghost Valley's golden platform. However, just as she stood behind the Ming-Kui nanny, her eyebrows twitched, and she nearly cried out.

"Nine ?"

"Shh ?"

The two girls exchanged glances, then understood that nothing was out of the ordinary.

As for the remaining people, they could only follow Ling Tian and join the Nine Heavens Yunhai Pavilion.

It was absolutely impossible for a Martial Cultivator of the Western Regions to join a Cang Mang Battle Palace.

Ling Tian's group of people were all talented disciples, other than this Ling Tian, who was only willing to be an honorary disciple, that Qin Mingyue, was also a genius of the Sword Dao. In the future, if they could find a Martial Soul Taichu of the Ancient Rank, they could leap into the top ranks.

As a result, the Cang Mang Battle Palace became the biggest loser. Within the top 50, not a single disciple joined the Vast Expanse.

This was the first time in the history of the Sky Combat List.

"Hu!"

Feng Xuan gasped heavily with his back facing the crowd, he already had no face to face the Martial Cultivator of the world.

"Since everyone has been selected, then this Hundred Sects Competition shall end here."

"Everyone, you can return to the Sect on your own."2

The entire river floated in the sky, its voice still incomparably majestic.

"Heh heh, little kid Man Jiang, if I'm not mistaken, the top rankers of all the Hundred Sects Competition s will receive a flying treasure box bestowed by the Tianyu Immortal Island, right?"

"Could it be that you want to go find him yourself?"

However, old beggar below the stage suddenly spoke out.

"Oh, I forgot."

With a wave of his hand, a silver white treasure box flew towards Ling Tian.

"Haha, since it's over, let me send you on your way. Let's go."

Only then did old beggar smile in satisfaction, and his figure disappeared.

Ling Tian and the rest did not wait too long. After a brief chat with the Master Yifan and the Tai Hua Sect Lord, they boarded the flying boat with the Nine Heavens Yunhai Pavilion and headed towards the Southern Ocean.

"Damn it! I, Feng Xuan, have never been so furious in my entire life! Moreover, you even lost to a brat. If this were to spread, how would I, Feng Xuan, be able to get any foothold! "

On Jiucang Mountain, go to the stage.

Only Feng Xuan and Twelfth Island Owner were left in the air.

Thinking back to everything that happened, Feng Xuan couldn't suppress his anger any longer and roared towards the sky.

"Forget it, we can't touch that old beggar after all. That guy is extremely mysterious, and our master can't do anything to him."

Man Jiang muttered to himself but suddenly laughed. "Haha, but I also heard from my lord that this old fellow won't live for long. I believe that he won't live for much longer after he has been reborn."

"Furthermore, he also did not take Ling Tian as his disciple. If you want to get rid of that brat, then do it."

"There's no need to worry too much."

"Also, although the Martial Soul Taichu on that brat's body shattered, I feel that it's not that simple. If possible, you better take the Martial Soul Taichu back, otherwise, your Cang Mang Battle Palace's position will be ruined!"

Feng Xuan turned his eyes, "Are you serious?"

"Haha, why would I lie to you?"

"However, you'd better not do it yourself. It's already shameful enough."

"I've already obtained what the lord wants, so I won't be staying for long. You should take care of yourself as well. Farewell!"

Finished speaking, the river transformed into a bright silver ray of light and disappeared into the horizon.

"Ling Tian..."

Feng Xuan looked at the Southern Ocean direction as the Eyes slowly narrowed.

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