Chapter Seventy-Six: I Have Done the Deathless Qi Xuan
After the shouts gradually calmed down, the old man in red said: "Since there is only one Su Fan in the purple line, we are specially allowed to enter the second round directly without participating in the first round of the competition. The remaining disciples whose names were called will wait for a while.
Then go to the leader's hall to draw lots."
The old man in red's voice was obviously not as loud as before. As soon as he finished speaking, he clasped his fists towards the other leaders and flew away into the distance.
The old man in purple slowly opened his eyes, and in a flash, he ran to Su Fan and said with a smile: "I didn't realize that you have such charm."
Su Fan smiled bitterly and said: "This is not my charm, it was all created by Xiao Lin and the others."
The purple-clothed boss smiled lightly and said: "How can Xiao Lin inspire my disciples of Tianyuan Sect with just one word? If it weren't for your deeds and the conversation with the leader just now, how could it have such an effect."
Su Fan lowered his head and said sadly: "Master, please stop teasing me. I just caused trouble for you by contradicting the master."
The old man in purple frowned slightly and said: "Causing trouble? What trouble are you causing? It's not like I don't know about Luo City. If you go to Luo City, how can you come back alive?"
Su Fan's expression darkened and he said in a low voice: "Does the head still not know about Zhao Yuanwai's affairs?"
The old man in purple clothes fluttered his sleeves, signaled to Su Fan, stepped in the air, and quickly flew into the air. Su Fan followed closely, with countless guesses in his mind.
In a moment, the two of them returned to the purple guest room arranged by Tianyuan Sect. The old man in purple looked dimly and said softly: "The master is not aware of Wuming's matter yet, but Wuming may have a bigger trend."
Su Fan was confused and looked at the old man in purple.
The old man in purple continued: "The day before yesterday, I heard that there were many monks stationed in the imperial city. Wuming has been wandering around for many years and has met many unborn masters. Perhaps those people were sent by Wuming."
Su Fan said: "Aren't those people afraid of Tianyuan Sect?"
The old man in purple sighed: "Although Tianyuan Sect is powerful, there will be enemies. The leader is ruthless, and many small sects in Tianyuan County were forcibly annexed by Tianyuan Sect.
Although the small sects are not something to worry about, when combined, they are a very powerful force. In addition, the leaders of each small sect are not good people, so the threat to Tianyuan Sect is even greater now."
Su Fan nodded and fell silent. Maybe he was thinking about what he would do if Wuming really broke into Tianyuan Gate one day, or maybe he was thinking about the competition that would start tomorrow.
The red clouds in the sky were the reddest at this time, and the horizon was like a sea of blood hanging in the air. Su Fan strolled outside the guest room, admiring the red flowers that had been trimmed, and sighed: "Red flowers
Everything has been pruned, and there is no freedom at all. How can you feel the freedom of cultivating immortals?
Although the purple flowers are messy, no one has ever touched them and has always allowed them to grow. But it gives people a sense of relaxation. Whether it is under the eaves in front of the hall or beside the path in the courtyard, there are purple flowers, free and easy.
"
After saying that, Su Fan sighed again, whether he was sighing at the restraint of the red disciples or sighing at his own freedom.
Su Fan gently ran his fingers across the red flower bed and walked towards the small pavilion in the courtyard. The small pavilion was extremely simple and looked very old. There was a thick layer of dust inside, and it was obvious that no one had cleaned it for many years.
Su Fan smiled helplessly and sat on the steps outside the pavilion.
The setting sun quickly set on the horizon. At this moment, the sky was dark, the moon had not yet come out, and there were very few stars. Without the red clouds to seal it, Su Fan felt that the pressure in his heart was suddenly relieved a lot.
Su Fan stared blankly at the stars emerging one by one, and couldn't help but sigh. He sighed that the starry sky he saw on the bluestone slab at home when he was a child was much more beautiful than it is now. He sighed that when looking at the stars, his mother would often take out a
He put some clothes on him and told him not to catch a cold.
No matter when he was in a depressed mood or when he was in a happy mood, Su Fan was used to taking out the jug and filling it with wine, so he took out the jug again.
Su Fan habitually opened the wine bottle and started drinking. Suddenly Su Fan was stunned, then smiled again and whispered: "How can there be no more wine."
Su Fan stood up with a faint smile and walked towards his room.
Daybreak came very quickly, and Su Fan stood at the door of the old man in purple to wait early. The old man in purple told Su Fan that he must take a bath and incense on such a good day.
Su Fan shook his head helplessly, but thinking that the old man in purple had been in Tianyuan Gate for nearly a thousand years, he had a certain feeling for such things, so he could only wait at the door with peace of mind.
After a while, the old man in purple pushed them open. When Su Fan saw the old man in purple pushing out the door, he smiled and said: "I didn't expect that Master is actually a handsome man, so heroic."
The old man in purple glanced at Su Fan and made a secret in his hand. Su Fan felt as if he was caught by a big hand and quickly flew into the air.
The first hint of purple clouds in the sky floated past his eyes, followed by bursts of fragrance in the morning. Su Fan was intoxicated in this beautiful environment, and for a moment he forgot that he was still being controlled by the old man in purple.
It wasn't until the purple mist gradually faded and the red clouds came into view that Su Fan realized that he had arrived at Sequoia Peak. The Sequoia Peak in the early morning was extremely peaceful, and birds flying by could be seen from time to time.
The Seven Series Competition was arranged outside the Sect Master's Hall. The two of them walked through the long steps and saw the majestic Sect Master's Hall. At this time, there was already a crowd of people outside the Sect Master's Hall.
Su Fan followed the old man in purple and landed in the purple area. He looked around at the surroundings from time to time. After a while, Su Fan had some understanding.
The Seven Series Competition is divided into seven venues, which are red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple. The seven venues surround the main hall and are set up in the air so that everyone can see them as much as possible.
Suddenly, bursts of shouts came. Su Fan glanced around and learned that they were coming from the red competition venue. It turned out to be the competition between Red Kite and the green Qi Xuan.
Su Fan smiled lightly and walked towards the red field.
Outside the venue, an old man in gray clothes sat on a chair. Next to him stood two monks in red disciple uniforms. Their eyes showed reverence from time to time.
Su Fan secretly thought that this person must be the Heavenly Yuan Messenger. Sure enough, even the red disciples who were always arrogant and arrogant were extremely respectful to him.
Hong Yuan looked at Su Fan who was approaching and sneered, raised a fist towards the old man in gray clothes and said respectfully: "Disciple Hong Yuan, I have met the envoy."
The old man in gray clothes didn't even look at Hong Yuan. He just closed his eyes tightly and didn't know what he was thinking. Hong Yuan wasn't angry at all. She must have gotten used to the old man's behavior.
Hong Yuan turned around and jumped onto the platform. Su Fan was not worried about the competition between Xiao Lin and Qin Yu. With the two people's cultivation, few people could resist if they did not meet each other.
However, Su Fan was extremely worried about Hong Yuan. He was not worried about Hong Yuan's cultivation level. He dared to deal with her directly even if she was a Nascent Soul cultivation level like the Great Immortal of the Three Emperors.
It's just that Hong Yuan is extremely vicious and cunning, and he is often hard to guard against. If you are not careful, you will fall into his trap. Su Fan would like to take this opportunity to see the true strength of Hong Yuan.
On the platform, Qi Xuan held a long sword in his hand, his eyes slightly closed. Sword practitioners may be so arrogant, but it is not as arrogant as Hong Yuan, but a kind of pride that comes from the bottom of his heart.
The old man in gray slowly waved his hand, and the red disciples beside him hurriedly beat the gongs and drums. A burst of gongs sounded, and Hong Yuan's eyes suddenly turned cold. He made a secret in his hand, and bursts of red light appeared.
The watching red disciples let out bursts of exclamations.
"Senior Brother Hongyuan must have reached the peak of the seventh level of the Nine Transformations of Hongxia. At such a speed, he is the number one person in our Tianyuan Sect."
Qi Xuan did not show any weakness. He gently raised his sword, and a burst of sword sound resounded throughout the venue, followed by a burst of exclamations.
"Senior Brother Qi Xuan must have broken into the sixth floor of the trial tower, as the sound of swords has already been heard."
Hong Yuan waved her finger, and a ball of red light flew forward quickly. Qi Xuan's eyes were cold, and he kept looking at Hong Yuan in front of him. Suddenly, the ball of red light collapsed, and Qi Xuan was already in front of Hong Yuan.
Hong Yuan also fled outside Qi Xuan and did not come into contact with Qi Xuan. The series of attacks by the two were all completed in an instant, and even Su Fan did not see clearly how the two did it.
Qi Xuan's expression remained as usual, and with a wave of his backhand, a sword light was pointed directly at the red kite. The red kite turned around the red clouds to confront the flying sword light head-on. The sword light hit the red clouds and made a shocking sound.
Su Fan suddenly paused when he saw the old man in red walking towards him. As soon as the old man in red walked towards here, all the disciples in the field were extremely respectful.
The old man in red smiled slightly, as if he was extremely happy with this feeling, and walked straight towards the old man in gray. A red disciple beside the old man in gray hurriedly leaned over and said something in the ear of the old man in gray. The old man in gray slowly
Xu opened one eye, glanced at the old man in red, said hello, and then closed his eyes again.
The old man in red's face darkened, and he stood next to the old man in gray, watching the competition in the field intently.
Su Fan was shocked in his heart, secretly wondering what kind of status this old man had, even the headmaster didn't take him seriously, and the old man in red, who always cared about face, didn't even say anything.
There was still a fierce fight in the arena. Hong Yuan's red light was always blocked by Qi Xuan, and Qi Xuan's sword light was always unable to break through Hong Yuan's protection.
Suddenly Qi Xuan swung his long sword, completely ignoring Hong Yuan's attack, and hit Hong Mang straight away. A burst of blood mist fell to the ground. Qi Xuan's left shoulder was seriously injured, but he didn't seem to care.
He quickly stabbed at Hong Yuan, but Hong Yuan was unable to defend himself. Qi Xuan pierced his shoulder with his sword. Qi Xuan sneered and quickly drew out his sword, preparing to stab him again.
Hong Yuan panicked and quickly retreated. During this period, three red lights flew out. Qi Xuan ignored them and bumped into them. There was silence in the venue.
Su Fan smiled bitterly, he had never seen such a desperate situation, but the green disciples looked at the competition with normal expressions, thinking that they might have seen this Qi Xuan competition before.