"Senior Brother Ouyang, I am really eye-opening this time. You Huachen disciples are so graceful in the competition. You defeated your opponent and even gave him a pig. Is it to comfort him?" Yu Xin said to Ouyang De in surprise.
"This...this...?" Ouyang De was speechless. He had no idea what happened in Zhongtai. "Sir, can you see how the little girl in Zhongtai won?"
"Eh? You don't know? The little girl in the center is using the Three Arrow Talisman, which was refined by my elder Qixin of Dongling Sect. When activated, its power is comparable to that of the red-browed male cultivator in the late stage of foundation building.
With my cultivation level and no preparation for any protection, how can I withstand it? Defeat is inevitable. I also want to ask you, the leader, how did you, the female cultivator of Hua Chen, get the talisman of my Dongling Sect elder?"
"..." Ouyang De was dumbfounded, and suddenly glanced at Tianjiu in the Dantang area, showing a look of surprise.
Tianjiu sat in the audience with a smile on his face: "My dear! This little girl is so perverted! It was really foresight of Xiao Xiao not to choose her to sign the soul contract. Otherwise, he would turn into a pig head every day."
Mi Yurong accidentally kicked his acupuncture points open, allowing him to finally open up the Foot Yin Jue. At this time, he was sitting cross-legged on the stone bench. Under his feet, two invisible spiritual energy vortexes were rotating rapidly, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a radius of a hundred feet swarmed in.
At this point, they all sank into the invisible whirlpool. Everyone present, including Situ Hao and Han Feng next to Tianjiu, and even the several Jindan bosses in the background, did not notice this change.
In Tianjiu's Dantian, the spiritual liquid after passing through the purple beads dripped down like raindrops and merged into the colorful spiritual river.
"Oh! The Divine Technique is the Divine Technique, it's so sharp! At this speed, within half a year, it will definitely be in the middle stage!" He thought scratching his head.
Mi Yurong's figure flashed and appeared in front of him.
"God of Plague, how are you? My Xiaomi is good, right? This red-haired guy said he was ranked seventh. Bai scared me, but he was so vulnerable that I easily flattened him into a pig's head!"
Tianjiu rolled his eyes at Mi Yurong: "Stay away from me! I think you are a typical violent woman! Hehe, since you have won, should you return the crystal to me?"
"Spar? Who owes you spar? There is no spar, no more!" After saying that, he ran away like flying.
Tianjiu smiled bitterly and ignored it. He turned a deaf ear even to the earth-shaking fight on the stage and frantically ran the Foot Yin Jue to absorb the spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth...
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Two days passed by in a flash, and the competition was lackluster. It was a grand foundation-building competition between a sect, and most of the items they took out were high-level magic weapons. If it weren't for Chimei who had taken out a pair of flame hook magic weapons and a piece of Xiaomi's talisman.
, I really thought it was some sect’s outer sect’s magic weapon discussion meeting.
In the past two days, Tianjiu came to the Luoxia Palace on time. As soon as the competition began, he meditated and practiced, and never opened his eyes again. Yu Xin actually endured it and kept sitting firmly on the high platform, half-conscious and half-conscious.
He was paying close attention to the competition, with a smile on his face from time to time.
The strength of Dantang is indeed weak. Apart from the three seed players Tianjiu, Situ Hao and Kejing, only the second senior brother Hanfeng has entered the semi-finals. Qitang is even more pitiful, with only two people in total, except for the hall leader Xue Fei
, is the disciple Javert who often walks outside, that is, Uncle Sha who once went to Yizhi Peak with Tianjiu to hunt the crystal-devouring beast. The deacon of the outer sect, the entire army was wiped out, and old man Mi was killed by a member of the sword hall who was in the early stage of foundation building.
The top disciple was beaten into a pig's head without any blood, and he surrendered in despair, which also made Hong Miao let out a bad breath.
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As the sun rose, Sikong Xing stood on the center stage early, looking slightly depressed. Ouyang De's face was unusually calm, and he ignored the special envoy's constant sarcastic expressions.
"Dear disciples, after two days of competition, the top fifty-two disciples have been selected, plus the ten seed players, a total of sixty-two. The semi-finals will begin soon, and the top thirty-one will be determined today. The level this time is really good.
I am disappointed that your level is as low as that of the outer sect."
"Haha, Mr. Special Envoy, do you want to continue reading? My level as Hua Chen is really like a kid playing house!" Ouyang De lowered his head and said to Yu Xin.
"It doesn't matter, I have nothing to do. It doesn't matter if I have a look! Just think of it as a matter of practice. Maybe the rematch will be exciting?" Yu Xin actually pretended to be interested, which made Ouyang De speechless.
Ouyang De nodded and waved to Sikong Xing.
SiKong
Sikong Lan...the drawing of lots begins!"
"Old Shi, you're the only one left!" A low roar woke up Tianjiu who was meditating.
"Ah?! So fast!" Tianjiu jumped up, but a piece of paper flew towards him and was ready to stick to his face.
"You don't have to go on stage, this last lottery is yours!" Sikong Xing said with a Martian tone.
Tianjiu smiled mockingly and tore off the paper on his face.
"Wow! What a great draw! Number 52! Thank you Lord Sikong!!" Tianjiu held up the piece of paper and shouted loudly. According to the order, he was number 3, and the weakest number 52 was drawn, so naturally he was ranked first.
Signed.
A black line appeared on Sikong Xing's face: "What's the ghost number?! Come on stage, this time the top four will compete first!"
"I didn't say there was no competition, so why are you so fierce?" Tianjiu muttered, flew onto the stage, and stood in the third area from the beginning.
There was a rare commotion in the entire Luoxia Square. Most people had seen Tianjiu's small competition, and the scene of the talismans flying all over the sky was still vivid in their minds. Although they were defeated by Hu Meng, they actually advanced to the ninth level at the last moment, and finally
I was able to enter the inner gate. I wonder what trouble will happen after I advance to foundation building this time.
Sikong Xing shook his head and sighed, then gritted his teeth and shouted: "In the first round of the competition, the master of the Dan Hall, Hong Miao, faced off against the disciple of the Qi Hall, Javert; the master of the Fufa Hall, Yin Jinfeng, faced off against the disciple of the Sword Hall, Ji Shan; Tianjiu versus Huo Chenyu; and Le Tucheng versus three.
Kun, all disciples come on stage quickly!"
As soon as he finished speaking, seven more figures flew up to the ring, and then, several sharp spiritual consciousnesses shot out and landed on Tianjiu. Tianjiu looked up and looked around, dumbly laughing. In Area 1, the master of the sword hall, Hong Miao, was holding his arms.
Feijian looked at him with a sneer. In Area 2, Yin Jinfeng also stared at him strangely. Le Tucheng at the far side glanced at him unruly.
"Master Hong, Hall Master Yin, and Senior Brother Le, hello! You all look majestic today, with jade trees in the wind and bright Yintang. Your auspicious stars are sure to shine and you will have a successful start!!" Tianjiu smiled mockingly and held his hands in succession.
"Boy, you have made rapid progress. In just half a year, you have climbed from an unknown outer sect disciple to the third highest position in the sect. If the fifth elder comes out of seclusion, will you be happy or angry?" Yin Jinfeng said with profound meaning.
The voice was transmitted to the three people.
"Fortunately, fortunately!" Tianjiu continued to sneer.
Hong Miao narrowed his eyes and snorted coldly: "Tianjiu, don't think that you can do anything if you take one of my swords. Humph! The fifth elder has advanced to the middle stage of Jindan yesterday. He will definitely do it during the Dongling Contest.
Let’s see how many days you can still dance after you come out of seclusion?!”
"Fifth elder? It's the fifth elder again!!" Tianjiu's smile froze, "Holy crap! How can it be so easy for these people to advance one by one? Are they promoted to the middle stage of Jindan without any notice? Do they still need to live?
?!"
Tianjiu sighed in his heart, and then his whole body was agitated. Thinking that Chang Feng was killed by him, the fifth elder would definitely be the first to seek revenge on him. Although there was no evidence left, Jin Dan still needed to conquer the foundation.
Reason?
"Hehehe, Tianjiu, are you scared? In fact, you don't have any chance. I'll give you a trick. As long as you win the core disciple, it's best to defeat your Uncle Wei and win the first core.
Then the fifth elder will definitely look at you with admiration. For the benefit of the sect, he will not do anything to you!" Yin Jinfeng burst into laughter.
"Core disciple...?!" Tianjiu looked thoughtful.
Just as he was stunned, roars came from the other three areas one after another.
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Javert was already on high alert. As soon as he got on the ring, while Hong Miao was focusing on Tianjiu, he took the lead in throwing out more than a dozen ink-colored jade pieces. These jade pieces whirled and grew to be three feet square, and each piece shone with ink color.
The spiritual light, like a set of heavy robes, swirled around him, protecting his body airtight. After doing this, he touched his hand and held a black stone bowl in his hand, which also whirled and grew in size.
With a radius of five feet, it tilted sharply, and thousands of sand and stones splashed down from the stone bowl, covering half of the arena.
"Sparkling gold stone bowl! Not bad, I finally saw your Hua Chen magic weapon-level offensive and defensive weapon!" Backstage, Yu Xin opened his golden pupils with a hint of approval.
Hong Miao flashed a sharp light, and the anger that had been suppressed for a long time suddenly burst out.
"Hmph! The light of a grain of rice, you don't overestimate your own capabilities!!"
His arms trembled slightly, and the ghost sword suddenly surged dozens of times, shooting out with a bit of cold star, heading straight for Javert who was dozens of feet away.
"This is...? Huachen Ghost Sword?! Head Ouyang, the mid-level magic weapon Ghost Sword is indeed well-deserved and powerful! I remember, Hong Miao relied on the Ghost Sword to block a Tianyimen ten years ago.
The monks have actually cultivated a bit of Han Xing now, and Hua Chen has actually mastered sword cultivation, not bad!!" Yu Xin's eyes lit up and he nodded in praise.
"A little bit of cold star?!" Ouyang De was suddenly shocked. There are not many levels of swordsmanship. Sword star is the first level. A little sword star is the first glimpse of the sword. Ten points is the most. You can almost become the king in this world. The entire Yuling Prefecture
, I only heard that Dongfang Zhen of Xilingmen has cultivated into a seven-point sword star, and he has reached the realm of a great monk.
"Hmph! This Hong Miao took the wrong medicine and dealt such a harsh blow to his disciples!" Ouyang De started to tremble. He really didn't know which muscle in Hong Miao had the problem, so he used the thunderous killing move. Xiucheng Sword Star did not report it to
He didn't say anything, but he was exposed in front of the outer gate so easily. This will definitely have a profound impact on his future participation in the summit competition.
"Hey~!" A burst of teeth-like whine came out, and thousands of sand and stones in front of Javert scattered in all directions, and then the ink jade flew away, revealing a frightened figure. At the moment when the ink jade flew away,
His figure flew out upside down, intending to fly down to the ring.
"Ah~!" Javert screamed, his thigh felt cold, and his good leg disappeared. Then, blood spurted out and he fell to the ground with a thud.
"When the ghost comes out, it wails for ten miles. It's true!" Under the stage, Situ Hao trembled all over and said to himself. He was very lucky that Tianjiu blocked the sword for him last time in front of the mountain gate.
Otherwise, he would most likely be lying down now, or he might have died long ago.
Le Tucheng opened his eyes slightly and looked at his opponent quietly for ten seconds. A look of pride appeared on his handsome face, and he disappeared from the spot with a movement of his body.
Sankun, a disciple of the Sword Hall, has reached the peak level of cultivation in the early stage of foundation building. His heart was shocked, and he threw the long red sword that had been activated in his hand into the air. A cloud of red clouds covered his head. At the same time, a large number of protective talismans
He scattered it in front of him and erected dozens of walls of various colors.
The Red Light Sword, the best magic sword, ranks 31st in Hua Chen's weapon list. After being activated, it will surely fly like a red cloud. It once killed three defecting foundation-building monks of the same level in Hua Chen, and it became famous.
Ten feet above the red clouds, a scimitar suddenly appeared. The scimitar did not have any momentum or light, just like a thin piece of jade-colored iron, cutting through the hollow and across the red clouds. Then, with a sizzling sound, the red clouds suddenly appeared.
The lightsaber broke in response and collapsed on both sides of the ring. The scimitar did not rush or slow down, and continued to chop down. The sound of destruction continued to be heard, and the walls shining with various auras cracked and slowly appeared.
Sankun looked confused.
"So sharp...?!"
Sankun only had time to say something to himself, before the scimitar turned around, the blade turned into the back, and struck Sankun's arm hard. With a thud, Sankun knelt on his knees, and a mountain-like pressure came from his body, which made him
He couldn't move an inch.
"I give up!!" Sankun looked defeated, and a lot of sweat suddenly poured out on his forehead. The scimitar did not cause any harm to him, but the mountain-like pressure made him almost collapse. Killing him was like crushing him to death.
An ant has no choice but to admit defeat.
"very good!"
A soft cry came out, and from above, Le Tucheng stepped down and stood firmly on the ring. Then, with a wave of one hand, the scimitar disappeared in an instant.
Sankun also suddenly felt light and relieved. He cupped his fists and saluted, jumped down, and dove into the disciples of the sword hall.
The sword rose, the sword broke, and I couldn't breathe for three more days.
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Yin Jinfeng smiled and looked at Ji Shan, the fifth disciple of the sword hall, with his hands behind his back, showing the demeanor of an elder. Ji Shan was sweating profusely, the corners of his mouth were trembling, and his right hand trembled as he touched his waist.
"snort!!"
A cold snort came, and Ji Shan felt his heart tremble suddenly. Suddenly, he found a dazzling light flashing five feet around him. Then, there was an explosion, and it rolled towards him in an instant. He only felt a sweetness in his throat and a heat all over his body.
Just lose consciousness.
"Invisible thunderstorm talisman! Very good, very good! The master of the talisman hall is truly worthy of his reputation!" Yu Xin clapped his hands and praised.
Ouyang De on the side also nodded slightly, showing an expression of relief.
The three groups of competitions seemed complicated, but actually only lasted three or five breaths. The entire Luoxia Square burst into thunderous cheers. They finally saw the shock brought by the masters.