The great tournament begins

"When I said that sword Dao was superior, I was only trying to goad him into teaching you alchemy."

Hearing this, Li Tian couldn't help but sigh. Indeed, the older the ginger, the spicier it is.

The Supreme elder sent Li Tian off with a smile, telling him to stay in the ghost Mountain, otherwise, he would be in danger.

Li Tian didn't dare to be careless and did as he was told.

At this moment, the cultivators from the South Pill Hall were approaching in a menacing manner. With the three foundation building elders at the lead, the others followed behind them arrogantly, their momentum soaring.

No matter what, the disciples of the South Pill Palace were very confident in the three elders. They represented the peak of the continent's alchemy Dao, so how could a mere Northern sword immortal sect surpass them?

"The northern sword immortal sect is just using a trick to concoct some aphrodisiac pill. Otherwise, how could they be compared to us?"