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Could it be that I want to tell me directly that in my team, there are eight monks at the transformation stage, nine monks at the nascent stage, and only three monks at the golden core stage?

Among the nine Nascent Soul stage monks, five are directly Nascent Soul Dzogchen monks...

Such a lineup... It's almost enough to destroy the seven sects, you, the young master of the Yinyuanhui, are you messing around with me?

"Invincible, I know your filial piety, but I don't need it yet, when the time comes... I will reserve a spot for you Yinyuanhui..."

Fang Qi glanced at Yong Wudi, and then glanced at the monks behind him, guessing that in the end, only Yong Wudi could be shortlisted...

But one is pretty good.

There are nineteen gangs in seven schools and twelve associations, and the twenty quotas are scattered, and there is only one for each faction.

According to the usual experience, the Qimen will take more than 70% of the places, and the remaining few places will be born in the Twelve Meetings.

Being able to get a share is already considered a high incense.

After handing over the affairs of Utopia to Cheng Ke, Fang Qi set off with Yong Wudi and the others.

The time for this martial arts meeting is set in three days, and when the news is conveyed, it is basically about to leave.

Glancing in the direction of the central city, Fang Qi was a little lost in thought, not knowing what happened to Li Xiaoxiao...

Since I ran out of Utopia last time, I haven't seen her again. It's been such a long time, and no news has come back...

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Snapped……

"Trash! The face of Shengtian Pavilion was completely thrown away by you!"

"What face do you have to come back? Why didn't you die in Tianyuan Secret Realm? You want to inherit the family business of Shengtian Pavilion! Waste!"

"You should be lucky, if you didn't have my blood in your body, you would have died long ago! Hmph!"

In Shengtian Pavilion, a middle-aged majestic man dressed in white stared at Ouyang Xiaotian angrily. He was really disappointed in this son!

Let alone gaining nothing in Tianyuan Secret Realm, it is useless to enter the more than twenty Yuanying geniuses painstakingly cultivated in Shengtian Pavilion!

As for those Jindan cultivators, I won't talk about it. Before they fail to achieve Nascent Soul, no matter how much they lose Ouyang Xu, they won't feel any heartache.

But there are more than 20 Nascent Soul geniuses under 50 years old... they were cultivated with the financial and material resources of the entire Shengtian Pavilion!

The ultimate goal is for the Shengtian Pavilion to shine in the Tianyuan Secret Realm and get the maximum benefits!

When Ouyang Xu learned that the dragon ginseng fruit appeared in the Tianyuan secret realm, he was still excited for a while... But when he learned that the Shengtian Pavilion team was almost wiped out, his face was so dark that he could almost be the bottom of the pot!

"Who told you to act without authorization? For your own self-interest, you forcibly formed some demon-killing alliance! If you kill that person, it's fine, and at least you have saved the reputation of my Shengtian Pavilion. You know, now our Shengtian Pavilion is already a joke in the entire cultivation world! What do you think I should do with you?"

Ouyang Xu slapped him out again, pulling Ouyang Xiaotian far away.

In this cold hall, there was no sense of family affection or father-son friendship at all.

Yes, just a long silence and the feeling of death.

Ouyang Xiaotian silently climbed up from the cold ground. He coughed several times in succession and squeezed out the blood in his chest before his face regained some color.

He lowered his head, his eyes were cold and ferocious.