Chapter 322 Weakness Can Be Bullied

Under the gaze of the crowd, Song Wen took a step and walked towards an empty futon.

Seeing this, some people showed a sarcastic look on their faces, as if they were laughing at Song Wen's arrogance.

Some people looked thoughtful, and their spiritual consciousness kept scanning Song Wen, as if they guessed that Song Wen had hidden his strength and wanted to explore Song Wen's true cultivation.

There were also some people who were indifferent, looked at Song Wen a few times, and then stopped paying attention.

Rong Jingyun looked surprised, as if she was a little surprised that 'Wu Sheng', who was only in the middle stage of foundation building, dared to plot for the ten thousand year spiritual liquid.

She looked at Song Wen, her lips slightly parted, opened her mouth several times, but finally did not speak.

Rong Jingyun shook her head, turned her head away, and no longer paid attention to Song Wen.

The Canglan Secret Realm is opened once every fifty years, and each time it is opened, a batch of ten thousand year spiritual liquid will be condensed.

This hall is the place where the ten thousand year spiritual liquid is condensed.

At noon on the fifth day after the secret realm is opened, the ten thousand year spiritual liquid will be condensed in the stone bowl on time.

Occupying a stone mat is equivalent to announcing in disguise that the ten thousand year spiritual liquid condensed in the stone bowl in front of the stone mat belongs to this person.

The secret realm has been opened for more than 40 hours, and there is only a little more than a day before the ten thousand year spiritual liquid appears.

Most of the cultivators who have ambitions for the ten thousand year spiritual liquid have come to the hall.

However, in the next day or so, there will definitely be more cultivators coming.

This is why cultivators in the late stage of foundation building would rather share a stone mat with others than occupy those vacant mats.

Because they know that even if they occupy it now, they can't keep it, so there is no need to make themselves unhappy.

That's why.

When these people saw that Song Wen, a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building, dared to occupy a stone mat alone, they showed a sarcastic look on their faces.

In the eyes of most people, this is almost the same as seeking death.

They are all waiting to see what happens to Song Wen.

To the disappointment of these people, more than ten hours had passed quickly. There were less than three hours before the condensation of the ten thousand year spirit liquid, and still no other cultivators appeared.

This made many people unable to suppress their greed and began to eagerly try to occupy the vacant stone cushion and seize Song Wen's stone cushion.

At this time, three figures came in a dusty manner.

The people who came were Feng Qi and his three companions.

Feng Qi saw that there was still one cushion available, and without thinking, he directly took it and occupied the cushion.

His stone cushion was next to Song Wen, only one mile away.

Feng Qi noticed that the person sitting on the stone cushion next to him was Song Wen, and Song Wen was alone, which surprised him a little.

But he did not say much, just glanced at Song Wen lightly.

Leng Tianlu and the masked man who followed him saw Song Wen occupying a stone cushion alone, and they all looked unfriendly.

Leng Tianlu stared at Song Wen fiercely, but did not make any radical moves. Instead, he flashed behind Feng Qi and stood still.

The hatred in the masked man's eyes was stronger than Leng Tianlu's. He went straight to Song Wen.

"You are only in the middle stage of foundation building. Who gave you the courage to occupy a cushion alone?" The masked man said to Song Wen.

The movement here quickly attracted the attention of everyone in the hall.

The masked man asked the question that most of the cultivators in the hall wanted to know.

Song Wen's face was shocked, and he looked terrified.

He quickly jumped up from the stone cushion and avoided it far away, as if avoiding a flood or a beast.

"I just saw that this cushion was empty, so I occupied it. If you want it, I'll give it to you."

Song Wen's reaction made everyone in the hall stunned.

Many of them thought that Song Wen had some trump cards that could fight against the peak cultivators of foundation building, or that he had some powerful backers.

Unexpectedly, he was just thinking of picking up leaks.

Moreover, Song Wen's performance was too cowardly, which was simply a disgrace to the monks.

The masked man only asked a question, and before he made any move, Song Wen handed over the stone cushion to someone else. He really didn't care about his face at all.

Everyone looked at Song Wen with obvious contempt.

The masked man was also stunned when he looked at the empty cushion.

But he did not occupy the stone cushion immediately, but stared at Song Wen with murderous intent.

His eyes were like knives, as if he wanted to cut Song Wen into pieces.

He suddenly felt a strong wind sweeping towards him.

The strong wind was not threatening at all and did not hurt him at all.

The masked man turned his head and found that the strong wind came from Feng Qi.

Feng Qi shook his head slightly at the masked man.

Indicated him not to act rashly.

The masked man reluctantly put away his murderous intent.

Then, he flashed and sat on the cushion.

Seeing this, the other cultivators in the hall shifted their attention from Song Wen to the masked man.

Only he and Ji Ruxue, with the late foundation-building cultivation, occupied a stone cushion alone.

Pick the weak ones to pick on!

In the hall, the cultivators who wanted to compete for more ten thousand year spiritual liquid naturally set their sights on Ji Ruxue and the masked man.

Many people were ready to make a move.

Especially the four people of the Lei family who occupied a cushion together, and the six robbery cultivators.

The six robbery cultivators, four men and two women.

The two women were from the Hehuan Sect.

The four male cultivators were from the Xuantian Sword Sect. Perhaps because they were from the same sect as Ji Ruxue, or perhaps for some other reason, they did not show any evil intentions to Ji Ruxue, but instead stared at the masked man.

But the strange thing was that many people were tempted, but no one actually took action.

Just now when Song Wen occupied the cushion, it was still early, so it was normal for them to choose to stand aside and watch.

At this time, there were less than three hours before the Ten Thousand Year Spiritual Liquid condensed, and no one dared to attack the masked man rashly.

Because, so far, no battle had taken place in the hall.

No one wanted to be the first to do so.

Time passed slowly in the depressing and dull atmosphere.

Soon, it was less than half an hour before the Ten Thousand Year Spiritual Liquid condensed.

During this period of time, no one entered the hall again.

This means that the cultivators who have ambitions for the Ten Thousand Year Spiritual Liquid are basically the people in the hall.

The other cultivators who entered the secret realm this time either had no great interest in the Ten Thousand Year Spiritual Liquid, or knew that they were not strong enough and did not want to wade into this muddy water.

In the hall, those who wanted to get more Ten Thousand Year Spiritual Liquid looked back and forth at Ji Ruxue and the masked man, and their murderous intent became stronger and stronger.

One of the six robbery cultivators was the first to lose his temper.

This man has dark skin and a sturdy figure. He looks more like a country farmer than a cultivator.

He is a member of Xuantian Sword Sect and a sword cultivator.

The farmer summoned a flying sword, and the sword was full of awe.

A chilling killing intent suddenly filled the entire hall.

This killing intent rushed straight to the masked man.

"Give up the stone cushion, or you will die!" The farmer shouted sternly.

The sudden change immediately attracted everyone's attention.

The masked man once again became the focus of everyone's attention.

However, just now, he was threatening others.

At this moment, he was threatened by someone.

The masked man looked ugly.

Everyone was a cultivator in the late stage of foundation building. Where did the other party get the confidence to be arrogant and speak wildly.

The masked man stood up and slapped the spirit beast bag on his waist.

"Ah!"

A giant wolf over ten feet long suddenly appeared in front of him.

The giant wolf is strong and sturdy, with strong limbs, as if it is made of iron and stone.

Its sharp fangs are like sharp short blades.

Its claws are sharp, as if they are made of fine steel.

This is a late-stage second-order spirit beast.