"Dong!"

The first time the bell rang, exuding an invisible ancient aura, echoing that made the birds on the West Peak dissipate from their sleep one by one.

"Dong!"

The second time the bell rang, and before the first sound had completely dissipated, it overlapped with the sound, as if it contained the power of the endless sky, causing the monks who closed their eyes to open their eyes at the same time and turned into a rainbow to gallop in the sky.

"Dong!"

After the third bell rang, it completely overlapped with the previous two sounds, which echoed hundreds of miles away like thunder, and even caused some of the cultivators who were just practicing in the mountains to rush from the mountains to the west peak one by one.

It was also the third time when the bell rang, in a stone house on Xifeng that the stone gate opened with a loud bang, and a white-haired old man whistled out, which was Yun Zhuan, the leader of the second south gate.

But... Mo Yiming's eyes were still closed and were not affected by the bell.

As his body rotated, the third level of the "Slaying the Heavenly Art" echoed in his mind. This time, even if a few days passed, there would be no clue.

Wuhu, Zhang Xiaopang, Lei Xiao and others looked at Mo Yiming in the air, but did not disturb him. Instead, under the leadership of Xie Wuchang, they quickly rushed to the Trial Academy.

The Trial Academy is located north of the West Peak. Behind it is a bottomless abyss, and further behind it is a steep peak after another. From here, it looks like it is connected to the sky, with clouds hovering on the top of the mountain, carrying the glow of light.

There was a large amount of water-colored mist rising in the abyss. In front of this abyss, the huge stone platform became a little slippery due to the long-term mist.

Around this stone platform, there are a step of step-shaped bluestone steps. It is slanted downward, and the farthest stone steps away from this stone platform are 1,000 meters away from the vertical distance.

At this moment, the bluestone steps were covered with dense cultivators. Before the sect competition began, they began to wonder who was the master of gathering energy today.

"You guess, who can win the first place in today's competition?"

A young monk, holding a sharp sword, looked at the people around him curiously.

"Last year was Xiao Kehan, but today it may not be true." Another monk frowned and continued, "As far as I know, Xiao Kehan ​​is still at the ninth level of gathering Qi, but Liu Zhongling and Jian Antian also stepped into the ninth level of gathering Qi."

Another monk nodded, expressed his agreement, and said, "Yes, I really don't say it this year. But I hope Liu Zhongling will be the first." As he spoke, the monk's expression involuntarily showed a sense of admiration.

"No matter who he wins first, I only need something that gathers Qi seventh level, I am the overlord of the Qi seventh level!" One of the strong men shouted in a deep voice, looking unparalleled as he spoke.

"Senior Brother Xiong, you were the first in the seventh level of Qi gathering last year, but this year it is still the seventh level of Qi gathering this year. As far as I know, there are many cultivators who have entered the seventh level of Qi gathering this year, especially Mo Yiming, who had just entered the back mountain. A few days ago, I saw that he had reached the seventh level of Qi gathering..." said a thin man.

The strong man's eyes bulged, and immediately showed a fierce intention. He raised the person who spoke, and said, "Management is the overlord of the seventh level of gathering energy. What's the matter with Mo Yiming? When I meet me, I will still tear him to pieces."

The thin man was startled and hurriedly said, "Senior Brother Xiong, you are the overlord of the seventh level of gathering energy. You are, you are."

The strong man snorted coldly before he put the thin man down.

At this time, Xie Wuchang, Zhang Xiaopang and others also came to this trial institute.

"I tell you that in the last sect competition, I lost pennilessly. This time, I must earn back. Give me all the gold coins on you, and give me all the ones." Xie Wuchang said, looking at Lei Xiao and others.

Lei Xiao and others were puzzled, and Xie Wuchang continued: "I want them to guess. There are four people in the ninth level of Qi gathering this year, and they will definitely not lose this time."

"What you mean is, are you a farmer? Let them guess who will win?" Zhang Xiaopang became interested in an instant.

Xie Wuchang nodded and said with a cunning smile: "In their hearts, Jian Antian will definitely win, and Xiao Kehan ​​is not bad either. As for Liu Zhongling's strange magic, it should not be underestimated."

"Come on, come on, come on, let's go together." Zhang Xiaopang handed over all the gold coins on his body to Xie Wuchang, and the same was true for Lei Xiao and others.

Xie Wuchang took the gold coins and put them into Baichuan bags. He immediately rushed into the crowd and shouted: "Come on, come on, come on, Ai Jian An Tian wins, one pays three, one pays five, one pays five, one pays ten! Gathering Qi is below the nine levels, one pays one pays one."

"Xie Wuchang is crazy, it must be Jian Antian who won... He dares to bet like this. Since he is idle and wants to lose money, I will give you my best."

One of the monks walked to Xie Wuchang while pondering in his heart and said, "Fifty gold coins, bet the sword Antian."

Xie Wuchang looked at the monk with a smile, took out the paper and pen from the Baichuan bag, and immediately recorded the monk's name, and wrote a bet number behind it. Finally, he accepted the fifty gold coins with satisfaction.

A woman from Tianyaxuan walked up to Xie Wuchang with contempt and said, "Xie Wuchang, do you have so much money to pay for?"

"Yes, Xie Wuchang, how much money do you have? Let's see what if you don't have enough compensation."

Xie Wuchang smiled and immediately took out a gold coin card from the Baichuan bag. In an instant, the monks around him took a breath and could no longer think about why Xie Wuchang had this gold coin card and began to bet like a swarm.

They didn't know that Xie Wuchang's gold coin card came from Mo Yiming.

"I rob Jian Antian, fifty gold coins."

"I am absolutely 100 gold coins."

"I bet Liu Zhongling, three gold coins."

In their opinion, Xie Wuchang will definitely lose only his pants this time. Who wouldn’t want to have such a pie falling from the sky? But they ignored one person, that is, Mo Yiming, who has already entered the ninth level of gathering energy!

At this moment, below the stone steps, five huge stone pillars slowly rose in the rumbling sound, as if a certain magic was activated. The stone pillar carved dragons and painted phoenixes, and extended to parallel to the stone platform. At the top of the stone pillar, a white light flashed suddenly. In this flash, there was a white light column connecting the four stone pillars together, and a transparent force surrounded the entire stone platform into a square shape.

At the same time, on the four stone pillars of this stone platform, four white rainbows fell from the sky and turned into three men and one woman, namely Tianya Xuan Chengyuanbi, the second south gate Yunzhuan, the Tiantan Zong Wuchen and Ningyan Pavilion Qingxuan.

Almost the moment they landed, four long rainbows fell from the sky again, namely Xixuan, Yichen, Wuheng and Hun Xuanji.

When Xixuan appeared, his sleeve suddenly waved, and immediately a jade platform and three jade seats appeared out of thin air from the front.

On the jade platform, there are various alchemy medicines and some secrets of martial arts.

Yichen lifted up the robe behind him and sat down slowly. Hun Xuanji also sat down, while Wuheng jumped onto the chair and looked at the treasures on the jade platform curiously.

"Master Wuheng, let's calm down. So many disciples are watching here." Hun Xuanji said sarcastically.

"What's so strange about it? I haven't seen it before." Wuheng made a face at the many monks, which made these monks laugh.

Soul Mystery looked like a rotten wood that could not be carved by the side, and she shook her head helplessly.

Suddenly, at this moment, the disciple of the Shinanmen exclaimed: "Senior Brother Xiao Kehan ​​is here!"

As the sound echoed, except for the elderly with extraordinary identities, almost all the disciples looked below the stone steps.

At this moment, a man with a paper fan was slowly walking towards this place while walking down the stone steps. The monks nearby naturally gave up a passage.

Xiao Kehan ​​turned into several afterimages in a few steps. Before everyone could see clearly, he had already arrived at the edge of the stone platform.

"Senior Brother Jian is here!" It was also at this time that the exclamation from the Temple of Heaven Sect echoed around this platform, especially when Jian Antian took every step, it seemed as if it could stir their minds and make them very excited.

There are even some female monks who see Queen Jian An at this moment, and they have a sense of admiration in their eyes.

For the disciples of the Temple of Heaven Sect, Jian Antian is the genius of the entire Temple of Heaven Sect. As long as Jian Antian wins first in this competition, they will also feel honored.

Behind Jian Antian, several monks in white looked suddenly, and followed Jian Antian, as if they were crowding Jian Antian.

Even the soul mysterious on the stone platform was now turning his eyes to Jian Antian, with a look of pride in his eyes.
Chapter completed!