On the first floor of the Skyward Pavilion, in the leftmost room, the Immortal Dynasty.
A middle-aged man with messy hair and an unruly look was sitting there. In front of him were two sets of documents.
The unruly middle-aged man skimmed through the information of the 900 geniuses from the Eternal World and nodded. "Some of them are pretty good this time."
"Your Excellency, do you want to invite them in advance?" A white-robed man asked respectfully.
"No hurry. Let's wait and see." The unruly middle-aged man said.
He didn't even look at the information of the 100 geniuses from the Ancient World.
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In the Boundless Demon Sect.
An enchanting girl with an evil charm was also reading the information. Although she looked like a girl, her aura was extremely terrifying. After she finished reading the information of the 900 geniuses in the Eternal World, she picked up the information of the 100 geniuses in the Ancient World and skimmed it for a while.
"Feng is not bad, but it's a pity that he can only be ranked in the top 20 in this Firmament Territory Feast." The evil girl curled her lips and put the document aside, ignoring it.
The three magnates of the Firmament Territory didn't care much about the geniuses from the Ancient World, such as Jian Wushuang.
Even the top sects didn't care about them, let alone the three magnates.
The Ancient World was just a plane world. What kind of geniuses could it produce?
Only the medium and small sects knew they couldn't compete with the three magnates and the nine top sects for the geniuses from the Eternal World, so they could only focus on the 100 geniuses from the Ancient World.
"This genius named Feng is from the Ancient World, but he's very talented. He can rank in the top 20 in the Firmament Territory Feast. He's worth cultivating. Send him an invitation right away. Tell him that the Luotian Sect wants to recruit him!"
"Send him an invitation to become a disciple of the Ice Fire Sect. The Ice Fire Sect will send an Eternal Realm expert to guide him."
"This Huo Ying is not bad. In terms of strength, it shouldn't be a problem for him to pass the second round of the genius battle. The three magnates and the nine top sects may look down on him, but the Sky Shadow Palace is willing to give him an inner disciple spot."
"This iceberg is not bad."
Many medium sects and many weak sects sent invitations to geniuses like Feng, Huo Ying, and Bing Shan, who came from the Ancient World but had great strength. Some sects also took a liking to Jian Wushuang.
On the Drill Ground, many geniuses were gathered there.
From time to time, some white-robed men would come to the Drill Ground from the Skyward Pavilion and send out invitations to the geniuses. Most of them were geniuses from the Eternal World.
As for the geniuses from the Ancient World, such as Jian Wushuang, there were also white-robed men who came down and sent invitations to them. However, the sects that sent invitations to them were medium sects or weak sects. None of the top sects had sent invitations.
"Jian Wushuang." A white-robed person arrived before Jian Wushuang and directly said, "I'm inviting you on behalf of the Mohuo sect. If you're willing to join the Mohuo sect, you can directly become an inner disciple. The Mohuo sect will even let an extremely powerful God guide you personally."
"Mohuo sect? I see. "Jian Wushuang just nodded and did not immediately respond.
"This is the Message Token of the Nine-leaf Divine Realm expert of the Mohuo sect. If you agree, you can contact him through this Message Token." The white-robed man handed over a token and then left.
Jian Wushuang took the token and put it into his Interspatial Ring without even looking at it.
After all, the Mohuo sect was just a weak sect. The strongest expert was only a Divine Realm expert. There was not even an Eternal Realm expert. Jian Wushuang was not interested in becoming an inner disciple of the Mohuo sect.
Jian Wushuang did not care, but many people around him looked at Jian Wushuang with a trace of envy.
It should be known that most of them had received invitations from some weak sects, and many of them were only outer disciples. There were also some who did not even receive an invitation until now.
Compared to them, Jian Wushuang could get an inner disciple quota from the Mohuo sect and even promise to be guided by an extremely powerful Divine Realm expert. This treatment was much better.
"So far, four sects have come to invite me. Three weak sects have agreed to let me become an inner disciple. There is also a medium sect that invited me, but it only gave me an outer disciple quota." Jian Wushuang shook his head secretly, but he was not discouraged.
After all, he had only gone through the first round of the genius battle. He had not shown his strength at all.
After the second or third round of the genius battle, he would show more strength. Naturally, there would be more sects that would invite him, and the conditions would be better.
For example, Na Feng's strength was extremely tyrannical. So far, more than a dozen medium sects had invited him with many promises. There was even a top sect that gave him an outer disciple quota.
On the Drill Ground, everyone was still waiting.
At this moment, in the central room of the nine rooms on the second floor of the Skyward Pavilion, a white-robed man was waiting there with two documents in his hands.
He had been waiting for seven days, but until now, the sect that represented this room still had not sent an expert.
"It's been seven days, and they still haven't come." The white-robed man was quite distressed, but there was nothing he could do.
After all, this room represented one of the nine top sects, Gumen!
Although it was only a top sect and could not compare with the three magnates, any expert who had been in the Firmament Territory for a long time knew that Gumen was not to be trifled with.
Just then … Whoosh! A figure, without any warning, appeared directly in the room as if he had teleported.
The white-robed man was startled and immediately looked at the newcomer.
This was a tall, purple-haired man who was more than two meters tall. He had a gentle expression and a faint smile on his face. This smile was intoxicating. He stood in the room with his hands behind his back. The feeling he gave off could be described with one word.
Stalwart!
It was stalwart!
Looking at the purple-haired man, it was as if he was looking at an invisible mountain.
After the purple-haired man appeared in the room, he smiled apologetically at the white-robed man. "Sorry, I'm late."
But after seeing the purple-haired man's face, the white-robed man's eyes widened.
"Xuan, Xuan Yi?"
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