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    "Haha, I naturally have selfish motives. However, there is definitely no disadvantage to fellow Taoists, and it is not difficult to do.

    "Originally, even if fellow Taoist didn't mention this matter, I would still have said it shamelessly. Since fellow Taoist has already guessed it, I won't hide it.

    ¡°If fellow Taoist can really become a deacon of the Immortal Palace this time, I would also like to ask fellow Taoist to go to Maple Grove Valley in the Immortal Palace and pick up something on my behalf.  "After Su Hai laughed, his expression suddenly became serious.

    When Yang Fan heard this, his expression moved slightly.  He really couldn't believe that Su Hai had been planning for so many years just for one thing.  If it is true as he said, then this place is probably extraordinary.

    "Don't Fellow Daoist Su have some familiar monks in the Immortal Palace? Why don't you ask them for help and spend so much energy to find Yang? I'm afraid this is a bit neglectful. Besides, does Fellow Daoist Su really think that Yang has this strength?  Aren't you going to be like others and take the belongings of fellow Taoists as your own?" Yang Fan narrowed his eyes slightly.

    "Do you think those monks really have a good relationship with me?

    Hehe, they only do it for the sake of their ancestors, and at the same time they also want to get some benefits from me.  Once I really tell others about this, I'm afraid the thing will have already changed hands before I get it.

    "I have known Taoist friends for so many years, and I am naturally familiar with your character, so it is most appropriate to entrust you to Taoist friends to handle this matter."  "Su Hai said with a smile.

    "I didn't expect Fellow Daoist Su to trust Yang so much. In this case, Yang will definitely not let Fellow Daoist down. If Yang can pass the competition and become the deacon of the Immortal Palace, he will go to Maple Grove Valley to replace Fellow Daoist  Take that thing into your hands." Yang Fan smiled lightly and nodded in agreement.

    "Then I'll leave this matter to fellow Taoist Yang." Su Hai couldn't help but relax after seeing Yang Fan's promise.

    Next, after the two talked about some off-topic topics, Yang Fan said goodbye and left.

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    Two days later, in a certain area of ??the Shura Sea, an unusually majestic giant island floated quietly there.

    This island is shrouded in thick white clouds from the mountainside, making it appear looming.  The higher you go up the more blurry it becomes.  In the end, you can't tell what's going on inside at all, giving people a very mysterious feeling.

    And the island is surrounded by a giant wall made of unknown ore, which seems to stand eternally in the center.  It is a city gate about several feet high.  And there are three huge golden spiritual words "Bixia Palace" engraved on it.  On both sides of the city gate, there are soldiers wearing silver and gold armor and holding swords, spears and halberds.

    These soldiers all had expressionless faces.  Although the highest level of cultivation is only at the stage of becoming a god, each of them has a strong evil spirit that makes people avoid them. They seem to have experienced many battles.

    Not only at the city gate, there are also many monks in the sky above the entire island, but these monks all ride a huge strange bird that looks like an eagle or an eagle. Although it is densely packed, it is flying and circling in the air in an orderly manner, guarding the island.  There are numerous palaces and pavilions from bottom to top.

    But for some unknown reason, at this time, in front of the city gate, on a wide square on the coast, many monks gathered, and judging from their aura, they were all monks in the transformation stage.

    It would be unimaginable on ordinary days for so many monks of the Transformation Stage to gather together in one place.  And for such beings, they all think highly of themselves, but at this time, everyone is surprisingly calm. At most, they only exchange a few words with each other, and I don't know why they have so much fear.

    At this moment, there was a flash of light over the sea, and a golden rainbow shot out. After a few flashes, the light suddenly stopped in mid-air, and a young man in a white robe appeared from it.

    This man in white robe is Yang Fan.

    When Yang Fan saw the many monks who were like ants in front of him, he couldn't help but frowned and said to himself, "I didn't expect that there were many more monks participating in the competition this time than I thought. It seems that entering the fairy palace will not be smooth sailing."  It goes with the flow." He said with a slight push of magic, he slowly floated down and swayed into the crowd.

    In the blink of an eye, more than half an hour later, a figure suddenly flashed at the city gate, and three men flew out from it.

    The leader looked to be in his sixties, with a long beard spread across his chest, wearing a light yellow robe, and a solemn look on his face.

    Behind the yellow-robed old man, there were two middle-aged men standing respectfully with their hands lowered, as if they were following their lead.

    "Void refining stage monk!" Yang Fan's eyes fell on this old man, and his pupils couldn't help but shrink slightly.

    "Master Steward." When the soldiers on both sides of the city gate saw the old man in yellow robes, they said??Immediately he looked straight and saluted respectfully.

    "Well, are all the monks participating in the deacon competition here?" The old man in yellow robe asked calmly after responding.

    "Returning to the steward, it's now the time specified by the Immortal Palace, and there should be no more monks coming." A soldier said.

    "Okay, you leave a few people to continue to guard here, and the others are responsible for leading these monks to Qinglan Palace." The old man in yellow robe ordered.

    "Guanshi Ma, there are quite a lot of these monks. Once there are people with ulterior motives among them, something unexpected will happen." One of the middle-aged men said in a low voice after his expression changed.

    "What are you afraid of? Are there just some monks in the transformation stage who still want to cause trouble in Bixia Palace? Hehe, even if they have the courage, they still have to die." The old man surnamed Ma said with disdain.

    The middle-aged man naturally did not dare to violate anything and nodded in agreement.  The soldiers in gold and silver armor in front of the city gate all dispersed after shouting in response, and each led a dozen monks to the city gate.

    Yang Fan also followed behind a warrior who was in the late Nascent Soul cultivation level. As he walked, he looked around in a subtle way and saw that many places either had many severe restrictions or were blocked by many immortal palace warriors.  The guard looked extremely strict. He was surprised in his heart, but he didn't make any move. He quietly followed the soldier in front to his destination.

    The group of people walked for half an hour, passing through many palaces, pavilions, and a huge square before entering a huge palace.

    Except for the support of some thick golden stone pillars and many seemingly special chambers, this palace appears to be very spacious. With so many monks entering it, they don't feel any crowding.

    The old man surnamed Ma glanced at everyone present indifferently, then said with his hands behind his back: "The rules of competition in this Immortal Palace are very simple. These secret rooms in front of you are the place for competition in this Immortal Palace.  There are restricted opening and closing methods. After the competition begins, you enter in pairs, and the one who can finally get out of the secret room is the winner!"

    "Senior, if you accidentally kill someone, will you be disqualified?" A short man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks turned his eyes slightly after hearing this.

    "As long as you enter the secret room, whether you live or die depends on your strength.

    "However, you'd better wait until now. If many monks are lost in this Immortal Palace, the power of the East China Sea Immortal Alliance will inevitably be affected. Do you remember it?"  "Although the old man surnamed Ma said this, looking at his expression, it seemed that he was not too concerned about the life and death of the monks in front of him.

    Hearing this, the monks all bowed and said yes.  However, it is unclear how many people will do what the old man surnamed Ma said.

    Next, Steward Ma gave an order, and after the monks present looked at each other with unkind expressions, they immediately entered into a secret room in pairs, and with a rumble, the stone door closed tightly, and many colorful  Restrictions also emerged.

    Seeing this, Yang Fan touched his chin and looked around. When he was thinking about which monk to compete with, a man's voice suddenly rang out, "Fellow Taoist, how about you compete with Wen as a team?"

    Yang Fan looked startled when he saw a middle-aged man with a white face and no beard standing not far behind him. His cultivation level was similar to his own. He was dressed in a blue robe and had long hair hanging casually behind him. He was looking at him with a smile on his face.

    "Okay, Yang is looking for a rival. Fellow Taoist invited him. There is no reason why he shouldn't." Yang Fan looked at the man surnamed Wen and said with a dumb smile.

    The man surnamed Wen chuckled and entered a secret room. Yang Fan narrowed his eyes slightly and followed suit.

    After Yang Fan and the two disappeared, the stone door rumbled and slowly closed, then light appeared on the surface, and layers of restrictions appeared.

    Yang Fanchong looked around and saw that this secret room was really not small. Let alone two people, even four monks in the transformation stage could fight in a melee. Coupled with these seemingly mysterious restrictions, it was even more relaxing.

    "Fellow Taoist is really leisurely. Aren't you worried about the competition below?" The man surnamed Wen suddenly turned cold.

    "Guanshi Ma has made it clear before that the competition between the two parties will stop at the last minute, so why should Yang worry unfounded?" Yang Fan said calmly.

    "Hey, it seems that you don't understand the nature of this horse's steward. He always thinks very highly of himself and doesn't take us and other casual cultivators in the transformation stage at all. How can he care about your life and death. Hey, it happens that Wen still lacks  I took these treasures from you to please this old guy." The man surnamed Wen said with a sinister smile.

    "Fellow Taoist fights like thisThe abacus is good, but it seems that you have found the wrong person.  "When Yang Fan heard this, he didn't take it seriously at all.

    "Hmph, you are not ashamed to speak. Originally, Wen wanted to save your life, but now it seems that there is no need." The man surnamed Wen snorted coldly, then suddenly raised his hand, and fired a several-inch long crystal blade from the palm of his hand.  It came out, and faced the wind in the middle, and instantly reduced to about a foot, and after a flash of light, the left and right sides of the crystal blade were blurred, and three crystal blades that were nearly half shorter appeared on each side, and there was a sound of breaking through the air.  It resounded and went straight to Yang Fan.

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