Traveling through the world of immortal cultivation with the game panel

The whole morning of the ranking competition was spent in the midst of various suspicions and anxieties among the crowd.

Zhang Yunqing looked back at the ranking.

Ke Lanruo was two places behind her. The person in front of her was a disciple of the Beast Taming Sect. Zhang Yunqing had met this person before. He was a high-level Jindan cultivator. The gap in their cultivation was too big. The rabbit could kick her off the stage with one kick.

Zhang Yunqing sighed. It seemed that the ranking was basically fixed.

In the afternoon, Xuan Zhengqing returned to the seating area, and the other elders also returned one after another.

Everyone on the field immediately looked in the direction of the Shenxiao Sect.

Jin Fengming, the leader of the Jinyan Sect, asked first, "Master Xuan! I don't know why you suddenly activated the sect protection formation? You must explain the situation to us clearly, and don't hide it!"

Xuan Zhengqing stood up and said loudly, "Some thieves sneaked into the sect and stole a treasure from our sect. However, these thieves came prepared and cut off the connection between the treasure and us. Therefore, we searched for half a day but found nothing. The sect protection formation will not be withdrawn until the thieves are caught."

"What kind of treasure was lost? Why did they even activate the sect protection formation?"

"You scared me so much, I thought a demon had appeared in the Shenxiao Sect!"

"Don't say it, don't say it..."

There was a lot of discussion on the field.

Jin Fengming wanted to say something, but Xuan Zhengqing suddenly looked at him and said, "Master Jin, today is the last day of the martial arts competition. If you have anything to say, how about we discuss it after the competition is over?"

Jin Fengming let out a long sigh and sat down with a sullen look on his face.

However, at this time, the direction of Tianyi Gate and Gudeng Gate was exceptionally quiet.

The red-dressed female leader of the Huanyue Sect frowned and said, "Old Lin, go check what exactly the Shenxiao Sect is trying to accomplish with this move?"

Elder Lin smiled and said, "It's just a treasure that was lost. If I were to use illusion on the elders of the Divine Sky Sect, it would probably affect the peace between the two sects."

The red-robed leader sneered, "Treasure? What kind of treasure is worthy of Xuan Zhengqing personally looking for? The only thing that can make a lazy man like him move is probably a monster..."

After that, she rubbed her temple with one hand, feeling a little tired. "If even the Divine Sky Sect has monsters, I'm afraid our Huanyue Sect is not clean either..."

Even...it will only get worse.

She frowned and took a deep look at the colorful formation far above the sky.

In the evening, the setting sun casts long and thin shadows.

"Boom~"

A long bell rang out in the afterglow of the setting sun, freezing the ranking on the spiritual power barrier at this moment.

The martial arts competition came to an end.

For a moment, there were voices of excitement and voices of regret, the noisy mixture mixed together, as if diluting some of the uneasiness in people's hearts.

"My team is ranked 119th! We have improved by more than 30 places compared to last time!"

"Ah! The new batch of disciples are ranked pretty well. Look how close those young disciples in the Yellow Team are in the rankings!"

"The biggest surprise this time is the fake spiritual root. It is quite remarkable that he was able to squeeze into the Tianzi team in his first martial arts competition."

"I heard that when the leader of the Shenxiao Sect was still a young disciple, he won the first place in the Tianzi Team in his first martial arts competition. This fake spiritual root has his old style!"

"Dong~dong~dong~"

As the bell rang three times, high-quality meals appeared on the tables where everyone was seated.

The seats of the eight major sects are naturally of the highest grade, followed by the other sects, and then the individual cultivators.

The seats for the eight major sects are for spiritual medicine and food of level five or above, the seats for the second-rate sects are around level three, and the seats for independent cultivators are below level three.

At this time, the aroma of the spiritual medicine and the steaming spiritual power made the square particularly comfortable.

Most casual cultivators are reluctant to buy spiritual medicinal food to nourish their bodies, let alone high-grade ones. Their eyes immediately light up.

Although the inferior sects are not unable to afford the spiritual medicine meals, they can rarely use the third-level spiritual medicine meals.

As for the people from the eight major sects, except for the geniuses of the sects, the others were also very envious of the spiritual medicinal food that was above the fifth grade.

Especially the Taixu Sect, which has always been unknown, with all its members at the bottom of the yellow team and has little sense of existence.

The old man sitting in the first seat carefully put away the fifth-grade meal and said, "This is a rare fifth-grade meal. You can keep it for the children to nourish their bodies."

The other old man bowed his head and said, "Master Uncle, the fifth-grade diet is extremely beneficial to the body, why don't you use it yourself?"

The man shook his head. "I know my own body very well. My old injuries keep recurring. It would be a waste to use more good things. If I can cultivate descendants for Taixu Sect in the remaining few years and inherit its legacy, my life will not be in vain."

The other old man couldn't help but shed tears silently.

The young disciples behind him pursed their lips, then came forward with their own spiritual medicine meals and surrounded him, "Grandmaster, we are still young and don't need these spiritual medicine meals. Please help Grandmaster replenish his body!"

“Hahaha…” The old man burst out laughing. “You little monkeys, this thing is only meaningful when it enters your stomach. It is useless to me. Go, try your magical medicine.”

"Go, go, go..." The old man pushed the young disciple in front of him to the side.

The young disciples looked at each other, and finally sat down obediently. Some of them ate a small bite to satisfy their cravings, and put the rest away.

The old man's nose was sore and he sighed helplessly, "I didn't expect that as a young disciple of Taixu Sect, I can't even use spiritual medicine on a daily basis. Although I survived the war, I can't revive Taixu Sect. I can only watch it wither day by day. I feel ashamed of my master..."

"Master uncle... although the qualifications of the disciples we recruited this time are not outstanding, they are sincere in heart. I believe... I believe they will not leave in the future. They will definitely continue the Taixu Sect."

"Yes." The old man sighed, "Before, I always thought that I must recruit some young disciples with good qualifications and wait for them to grow up to support Taixu Sect, but I forgot that Taixu Sect had already turned into nothingness in the war. We have nothing left. We can't provide cultivation resources, and there is no spiritual stone subsidy. It is reasonable for those disciples to be poached by other sects..."

Just when everything was gloomy and desolate here, bursts of exclamations suddenly broke out from the direction of the inferior sect.

"Wow! Such a rich five-element spiritual power! It's just a third-grade meal, but it has such an effect. I feel like my spiritual roots are being nourished and warmed!"

“I didn’t expect that this blackened spinach would have such a significant effect in warming the meridians and dantian!”

"What a great dish of braised straw mushrooms. After taking one bite, I don't even need to practice anymore. My spiritual energy just flows straight into my meridians! This third-grade meal actually saved me a month of practice and helped me break through to the second stage of foundation building in one fell swoop!"

There were at least a hundred people from the inferior sects with different colorful visions lingering around them, looking so enviable.

The people from the eight major sects suddenly felt that the five-grade meals in their hands were no longer tasty...

They frowned and discussed, "It's just a three-grade meal, how could it have such an effect?"

"It's fake, it must be fake..."