Ling Guangqing
"Who is this fellow Daoist?" Ling Guangqing looked toward Jiang Chen beside him.
"He's my friend. He came to help me participate in the competition." Mo Qingyan frowned.
"Martial Saint Realm, Eighth Level? Interesting. Junior Sister Mo, the person you found isn't very strong. At Martial Saint Realm, Eighth Level, he can barely make do. You should know that many people have found Martial Sovereign Realm experts to help them. At the very least, they have Martial Saint Realm peak experts." Ling Guangqing smiled.
From his words, it was obvious that he intended to suppress Mo Qingyan.
There were many Mission Hall disciples participating in this competition.
Ling Guangqing was one of them. Such an opportunity was rare, held only once every ten years, and every competition was fiercely contested.
There were too many young disciples in the Mission Hall, and many of them were not even qualified to participate.
Only those who reached Martial Venerable Realm before the age of eighty were qualified to take part in such an internal competition.
In other words, the disciples participating in this competition were at least at Martial Venerable Realm.
If someone only entered Martial Venerable Realm at sixty or seventy, it meant that their talent was mediocre and that they lacked substantial support or ability.
Among the younger generation, Mo Qingyan was outstanding in both talent and ability. It was only the support of the forces behind her that was lacking.
She mainly relied on herself.
Now that Mo Qingyan had become a Martial Venerable, the resources she had used had basically all been earned by herself.
"I believe in Jiang Chen," Mo Qingyan said.
"Your belief is useless. In this world, what matters is strength. Look at me—I have a helper whom I invited at great expense, a