Chapter 310

In the spectator seat, as soon as Zhou Tianzi's voice fell, many Jindan real people had already started to patrol and discuss, wanting to find the trace of Mr. Mo as soon as possible.

A few Master Jindan noticed the blue-shirted monk walking in the distance, but he didn't take it to heart.

After all, it's just a 20-year-old foundation-building cultivator, and no one will care.

But as time went by, no one stood up in the spectator seat, and the monk in blue over there walked straight to the spectator seat, getting closer and closer.

More and more Jindan real people noticed this scene.

True Fire Sect Elder Zhang had seen Mo Ling in the palace, and when he saw the blue-shirt cultivator coming, he just snorted.

But then, Elder Zhang's eyes narrowed, and he fell on the sect token on the waist of the blue-shirted cultivator, and he couldn't move it away.

Elder Zhang did see Mo Ling's appearance, but he didn't know Mo Ling's true identity, let alone what relationship Mo Ling had with Misty Peak.

Sima Zhi frowned and asked, "Elder Zhang, haven't you seen this Mo Ling? Where is he?"

"How can this happen, how can this happen?"

"He, he is actually Misty Peak..."

As if he had never heard of it, Elder Zhang looked confused, muttered to himself, and looked lost.

The third largest area is seated with Jindan real people from the five major sects.

These people also noticed that Elder Zhang was abnormal, and followed Elder Zhang's gaze and looked down.

Qingshuangmen and Nanyuezong's Jindan Zhenren didn't react, but frowned, wondering why this Misty Peak's Foundation Establishment cultivator came over.

On the other hand, Master Canglang narrowed his eyes, and the murderous intent flashed in his eyes!

Su Zimo!

"Do you think that I can't move you if you are protected by Misty Peak?"

Master Canglang smiled coldly and drank the wine in his cup.

"what!"

Liu Hui let out a low cry, and looked at the monk in blue in the distance in disbelief.

Xuan Yi's expression also changed greatly. Under the agitation of his mind, he stood up with ecstasy in his eyes!

He is not dead!

He is still alive!

At this moment, Xuan Yi suddenly felt much more relaxed.

Su Zimo didn't die, proving that there is a successor after his sword formation.

Waiting for Su Zimo to go back to practice for another ten years, and until the next Zongmen Grand Competition opens, with his talent, he may not be able to make a name on the list!

Perhaps... after another ten years of cultivation, Su Zimo might be eligible to compete for the Spiritual Ranking.

Thinking of this, Xuan Yi couldn't help but smile.

In this sect competition, it doesn't matter if Misty Peak can't get a place, at least Su Zimo is still alive, and Misty Peak's hope is not extinguished.

"If Wenxuan knew that you were still alive, maybe he would feel better in his heart..."

Xuan Yi thought silently in his heart.

...

Below the spectator seats, many Jindan real people looked at the blue-shirted monks who were getting closer, frowning and showing unhappiness.

After all, this is the seat of Jindan Zhenren, whoever is a foundation-building cultivator can come up casually, even if it is a foundation-building cultivator from Misty Peak, it cannot break the rules!

The discussion in the spectator seats became louder and louder, and many Jindan real people showed dissatisfaction.

At the entrance of the spectator seat, the three guards, the bearded man, Bai Yuhan, and Vulture, looked calm and ignored them.

"Hey!"

A Jindan real person drank a lot of wine, his face was flushed, he stood up with the strength of the wine, and shouted at the three guards.

"Three...here, three fellow Daoists, who are these people?" The man held a wine glass in his hand, pointed at Su Zimo from afar, and burped.

The three guards lowered their eyebrows and said nothing.

This man was swaying, his eyes were blurred, and he shouted loudly: "This is the viewing seat of Jindan Zhenren, what does this man want to do, ah? You are guarding the royal city, and the imperial palace guards will not send him away!"

The three guards were motionless, as if they had not heard of it.

In the spectator seats, the voice of discussion gradually faded.

Some quick-minded monks gradually recovered.

The blue-shirted cultivator was already approaching, not only did the three guards not intend to stop him, but Zhou Tianzi even acquiesced!

what does that mean?

hiss!

Many monks secretly took a breath of cold air, and their expressions changed slightly.

Is it...

This young Foundation Establishment cultivator will not be...

The drunken real Jin Dan also woke up a little, shook his head, tried his best to open his eyes, and looked at the person who came.

At this moment, the eyes of more than 100,000 foundation-building cultivators and thousands of Jindan real people all fell on the blue-shirt cultivator who was about to step on the golden carpet!

All eyes are on!

Su Zimo came to the viewing seat, and the three guards on both sides bowed and clasped their fists at the same time, and said, "Mr. Mo, please take your seat."

Su Zimo nodded, looking calm, stepped on the golden carpet, and climbed the stairs!

boom!

These six words fell, as if a boulder was dropped in the calm lake, setting off a storm in the hearts of everyone!

The huge square was silent at the moment, as if everyone was strangled by an invisible force, unable to breathe.

The same is true in the spectator seats.

On and off the stage, time seemed to stand still.

Everyone was petrified in place, motionless, only the monk in blue on the golden carpet was still walking over step by step!

Boom!

The wine glass in the hands of the drunk Jindan real person fell to the ground, making a sound.

This sound seemed to break the freezing of time.

The man broke out in a cold sweat and instantly sobered up. Recalling what he had just said, his whole body jolted, and he hurriedly bowed and clasped his fists, and said with a terrified expression: "See, see, I have seen Mr. Mo!"

The cultivators at the bottom of the spectator seats are all loose cultivators.

After all, these loose cultivators had not experienced too many scenes, and the name of Mo Ling was too prominent, so big that it scared people to death, some loose cultivators stood up subconsciously.

"Mr. Mo!"

"Mr. Mo!"

As Su Zimo marched, the Jindan real people stood up in rows on both sides of the spectator seats, clasped their fists and saluted, which was extremely spectacular.

The stars are over the moon, building a general trend!

At this moment, everyone ignored the age and cultivation of the person in front of them.

On the body of this blue-shirted cultivator, all they felt was a shocking and arrogant aura that was hard to resist!

The higher the steps, the higher the strength and status of the Jindan real people on both sides.

Some of the Jindan real people in the back didn't plan to stand up and salute because of their identity.

Helpless, the hundreds of Jindan real people in front of them all stood up. If they sat motionless, it would be too conspicuous.

There was almost no time to think about it, and there was confusion in their minds. When Su Zimo came over, they also stood up subconsciously.

Su Zimo walked all the way, and all the Jindan real people in the spectator seats became the background.

"Good, good, good!"

Xuan Yi's heart was agitated, and he said repeatedly.

Liu Hui, who is a real person of Jindan, covered her lips, her eyes were flushed, she couldn't hold back her emotions, and she actually cried.

When they came to the royal city, they suffered too much indifference and too much ridicule.

Misty Peak is on the decline, Misty Peak is dead, and the news that Misty Peak will be kicked out of the five major sects keeps coming.

She was powerless to refute.

But at this moment, all the rumors vanished!

She finally understood why the three commanders told them that Misty Peak was about to become famous again!

From today onwards, who would dare to say that Misty Peak has no one!