Although times have changed, Qi Xiu still met many familiar faces. Some people still remember him. When they meet, they can't help but say hello and greetings.

"My friend Qi, your cultivation has increased a lot over the years!"

The old foundation-building monk who helped Chu Qinmen scold Swintai and helped a little help saw Qi Xiu, and while greeting him affectionately, he looked behind him, "Hey, why don't you see the boy who defeated the Shandu monk back then?"

Qi Xiuli was just walking halfway through, and his heart ached, and the smile on his face quickly passed away, "He has passed away, it's hard for you to remember."

The foundation-building monk of Lingyao Pavilion sighed, "Why don't you remember? Who didn't remember him back then? Oh, what about Wang Xu? Why didn't the old guy come?"

"Cough cough." Before Qi Xiu answered this time, a disciple behind the old man coughed and leaned into the old man's ear, muttered and told the Wang family, as if he mentioned the story of Qi Xiu killing Wang Qing. The old man's face changed, and his eyes looked at Qi Xiu were not kind, and he probably heard nothing good.

"The leader of Qi Da is very kind, haha."

The old man was a person with a temperament, so he immediately showed Qi Xiu's face, and said sarcastically, and left with his disciples, and ignored Qi Xiu and others.

"What did you say..."

Qi Xiu was almost choked and couldn't breathe a sigh of relief. He thought to himself that there was no place to complain about this. He knew that he was an ungrateful person outside, but why can't these righteous people distinguish right from wrong?

Zhan Yuan looked around and whispered: "It's not that Chu yet

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51 Guang, the stories we arranged in the market were all told by him, but he was a monk from the Southern Trumen. Who do they believe in if they don’t believe in him?”

"That old dog!"

Qi Xiu was so angry that he gritted his teeth. The reputation of the sect was bad, but it was a fatal matter! When Wei Tong attacked Shandu Mountain and hit the eggs with stones, he had to collect some handles from Shandu Village in advance to start. As the saying goes, it was justified. The killing of Wang Qing was distorted by Chu Youguang and the facts were promoted. The Southern Chumen was the master of the Chumen Sect. No matter how he argued, they would definitely not believe it. This became a dose of chronic poison that the Chumen Sect drank. Maybe it would happen at any time and be regarded as an excuse for attack by those who were interested.

There was no way, Chu Youguang couldn't afford to offend him, and he had to endure it. The Chu Qin Sect members went to their second-class sect to settle down, but unexpectedly they met an acquaintance again. Next door was the Baisha Gang's position. Sha Konghe had already practiced his energy well and looked at the Chu Qin Sect members endlessly. Needless to say, they must have wanted to find He Yu who defeated him back then.

Qi Xiu was in a bad mood and didn't want to pay attention to them. He pretended to close his eyes and rest. Unexpectedly, he was still annoyed. A shout came from his ear, "Hey! Are you not from Chu Qin's Sect? Why did you get into our second-class sect?"

Hearing this, Qi Xiu was so angry that he opened his eyes and recognized that the speaker was an acquaintance in the Battle of Bingzhanfang. The foundation-building monk of Zhenlin Sect. His foundation-building monk was killed by Kan Lin, but he failed to steal the chicken and lost the rice. The battle of Bingzhanfang did not get any benefits, but was smeared by his former allies, the Liu family in Zhenyang, and suppressed them tightly. Qi Xiu sent Zhan Yuan to give a property in Heihefang to the Liu family. The new and old hatreds naturally had no favors for the Chu Qin Sect. But after all, they were sects under the Qiyun Sect, and Qi Xiu had no choice but to suppress the angry disciples, hold up and reply: "Report to senior, a few years ago, a foundation-building guest joined us Chu Qin, so this time he was appointed as a second-class."

Immediately, a disciple of Zhenlin Sect behind him sarcastically said, "What kind of guest is Bai Xiaosheng, who was locked in Heihefang and ate shit like a dog! He just picked up some garbage and was not afraid of throwing away the people from my Taoist sect!"

"You dog, you can't spit out ivory. The foundation-building monk is a dog. What are you?!"

Bai Muhan was so angry that she jumped back when she heard someone scolding her father. She was about to fight back, but Sha Konghe ran over to smooth things over, and persuaded the people on both sides to stop.

"Hey, that...hehe, hello, Master Qi, why don't you see He Yu coming?"

Sha Konghe smiled and persuaded the people from Zhenlin Sect to leave. He turned around and found out about He Yu's news. Although he was not good at speaking, he later removed the powerful magic spell that attacked He Yu when he gave in. He acted openly and could not be classified as a bad person. Besides, he did not hit the smiley person, Qi Xiu had to patiently tell him the issue of He Yu leaving to find the opportunity to build the foundation.

This time, Sha Konghe was thinking about avenging his defeat, but he didn't expect that He Yu even left him behind in his cultivation. His face turned dark in an instant, and he murmured to himself: "It's indeed a genius, I... hey!" With a long sigh, he walked back to his seat lonely and left sad.

Soon, the people from the Liu family in Zhenyang also came. Three foundation-building people in their sects were considered middle-class and upper-class among the second-class sects, and sat in a wide view in the front row. This time, Guanghui Pavilion built a magnificent circular competition venue for the arena competition. In the future, it will be used as a commercial building. The conditions for opening the door and receiving guests are naturally not comparable to ten years ago. There are nearly 10,000 seats for ordinary spectators. The second-class sects are all arranged in high-class seats, not to mention the VIP seats and dozens of private rooms, which are the locations of the sects with stronger strength. At that time, Qi Xiu thought that the most prosperous market [Qinghefang] did not have such a building, which shows how optimistic Guanghui Pavilion is about the future of Heihefang.

The Liu family in Zhenyang had a good attitude towards the Chu Qin Sect. They specially sent Liu Yi, who had never met Qi Xiu, to come and ask. Liu Yi sensed Qi Xiu's current cultivation level and was hit hard and returned to his seat and made small circles.

The various sects sat down, and the audience seats were 70% or 80% full. There was a Jindan ancestor standing in the competition venue at some point. He coughed and shocked the noise, and said loudly: "This competition is black.

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6cb3 Square has a grand event every ten years! There are two groups of foundation building and qi training. The first day is the first choice for qi training!"

While he was speaking, the huge competition venue turned out to be transformed out of thin air and divided into sixteen small arenas as big as sixteen foundation-building monks dressed up jumped out, and one of them stood on each stage. Needless to say, these people were the rings of each venue.

"The game ten years ago was held in a hurry, and many details were very rough. I would like to apologize to everyone on behalf of our Guanghui Pavilion! This time we not only were we properly, but also gave all the casual cultivators a chance. After our selection, a total of 100 casual cultivators won the opportunity to participate in the preliminary election today. From this, a quota for entering the Qi training competition may also win an industry in Heihefang!"

The news caused a sensation among the audience. The casual cultivator won the industry. This was too great. Many of them sighed, as if they could win the opportunity to choose one hundred by themselves.

"We also provide formal gambling games. Everyone is welcome to bet. Don't be fooled by illegal cultivators who open gambling files like they did ten years ago! Okay, let's not say much, just draw lots!"

After the Jindan monk finished speaking, a Jindan monk from the Artifact League jumped onto the stage and began to draw the draw against him. He was from the Baishan lineage. For Baishan people with many casual cultivators, they must feel fairer. It seems that Guanghui Pavilion has indeed made complete preparations this time and has thoughtfully thought about it.

Zhan Yuan looked at the guests who were passing through the audience to accept bets and said to Qi Xiu: "Guanghui Pavilion has simply understood the temperament of Baishan casual cultivators. This competition alone will probably make a lot of money."

"well……"

Qi Xiu saw it and said so jealous: "It's my idea to run this Heihefang! Who remembers..."
Chapter completed!