After Li Qianmo returned to Tianji Pavilion, he prepared to meditate, but he was worried about Bai Mu's safety and could not calm down. He walked around the room like an ant on a hot pot.
Yuan Daozhen has not returned for a long time, and Li Qianmo is not at ease for a moment. With Yuan Daozhen's cultivation at the second level of Hedao, looking at the world of monasticism, few people dare to go against him. Even facing Li Yunxiang, he has an absolute advantage.
Advantage, it is impossible to lose.
But it was true that Yuan Daozhen did not come back until the afternoon, so he started making random guesses in his mind. He even decided to go to the Valley Master to report the matter, but he was afraid that Yuan Daozhen would come back and blame him. Finally, he decided that if Yuan Daozhen came back when the sun went down,
If Daozhen didn't come back, he went to Huiyue Palace to find Fang Yuxuan.
Seeing that the sun was about to set, before Li Qianmo could wait for Yuan Daozhen to come back, he finally lost his patience, sacrificed his dragon teeth and flew north.
He had just flown less than a mile when a shout came from behind: "Where are you going, you brat?"
This voice was so familiar that he had heard it for nine years. It was Yuan Daozhen's voice. He turned around and was pleasantly surprised to find that Yuan Daozhen was standing in the sky above the Tianji Terrace, looking at him with his clothes fluttering.
He quickly flew back and landed on the Tianji platform with Yuan Daozhen. When he landed, he asked: "Master, why did you go so long? How is Baime?"
Yuan Daozhen said calmly: "Don't worry, he is very well. I have sent him to a place that is suitable for him to stay."
Li Qianmo quickly asked: "Where, where?"
Yuan Daozhen glanced at him sideways, tossed his sleeves and walked towards Tianji Pavilion: "I can't tell you, that place is very dangerous. If I told you, if you went there to find him, ten lives would not be enough."
Li Qianmo heard the words and chased after him, shouting urgently: "Dangerous? Then if you send him there, don't you want him to die?"
Yuan Daozhen waved his hand and said impatiently: "Just be careful. That place is extremely dangerous to other people, but to him it is just like his own home."
Li Qianmo was stunned when he heard this: "What kind of place could that be?"
"You talk a lot of nonsense!" Yuan Daozhen finally lost his patience, raised his eyebrows, and shouted, "Boy, are you very free? Just listen to me. There is only one year left for the sect competition. By then, within the sect,
Select outstanding talents, if you dare to embarrass me, I will make you unable to get out of bed for three months, and you will not practice hard!"
He suddenly became furious, and Li Qianmo ran away as if running away. He ran all the way to his room, jumped on the bed and started meditating.
One year seems to be a long time, but to the monks, it is just a passing time. During this year, Li Qianmo has undergone great changes. He has grown a lot taller. He is already an inch taller than Yuan Daozhen, and his face is becoming childish.
It disappears and looks much tougher.
His cultivation level has also improved by leaps and bounds. He broke through to the seventh level of Qi Entrainment a month ago and is considered a rare master among newcomers.
Finally, on the day of the sect martial arts competition, Li Qian got up at midnight, dressed and washed, then walked out of Tianji Pavilion, and found that Yuan Dao was actually standing on the edge of the cliff with his hands behind his back.
He walked over and saluted: "Master, I'm ready, let's go."
"Let's go, where?" Yuan Daozhen turned around slowly and looked at him with a smile.
Li Qianmo was startled when he heard this: "Master, won't you go to the martial arts competition with me?"
"You're going to fight with someone, what am I going to do?" Yuan Daozhen rolled his eyes angrily.
"But..." Li Qianmo was stunned when he heard this, "The heads of other departments went to watch their disciples compete, you..."
"What's the point of your three-legged cat skills? You can handle your own affairs and don't bother me." He stood up, stretched himself, and yawned, "Oh, it's a bit boring after standing all night.
If you're tired, I'll go back and rest first. You can compete well and don't embarrass me."
After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards Tianji Pavilion, his sleeves swaying, making him feel uncomfortable.
Li Qianmo stood there blankly staring at his retreating figure. After a long time, he shook his head and sighed, then took out his dragon teeth and flew north.
Xiaoyao Valley opens a mountain to recruit disciples every ten years. After ten years, it will hold a competition for new disciples, which is referred to as the sect competition or martial arts competition.
Only the disciples who started ten years ago can participate in the competition. It is mainly used to check the progress of these disciples, distinguish the good and bad, and select sixteen elite disciples. Of course, the higher the ranking, the more attention the sect will pay.
That's the best of the best.
The competition venue is located at the Wangqi Tower, in the center of Xiaoyao Valley. On the day of the competition, disciples in the sect can fly freely in the valley without being restricted by air restrictions.
As Li Qianmo headed north with his sword, he saw a cluster of low peaks hugging each other in the distance. The peak in the middle was the largest, and there were peaks in each of the four directions: southeast, northwest, and southeast.
The tops of the five peaks are flat and all the same height. It is said that they were cut by a hair of Yinlong Taoist Master. When viewed from directly above, the five platforms look like a blooming lotus. This is Wangqi.
tower.
The hilltop in the center of the lotus is the largest. There is a huge stone statue erected on it. The carving is of a middle-aged man with a handsome face, wearing a long gown, with long hair flowing, eyebrows in the temples, majestic phoenix eyes, and a long beard floating on his chest.
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This is the statue of Taoist Yinlong, the founder of Xiaoyao Valley. It is said to be made by Mo Fanchen, the second-generation owner of the valley. The statue depicts Taoist Yinlong with his hands on his back and looking up at the sky. From a distance, you can feel a sense of pride.
It's so cool that anyone who sees it will feel a sense of admiration.
On every birthday of Taoist Feng Yinlong, all disciples of Xiaoyao Valley come here to pay homage to this stone statue.
There is a platform on each peak, five in total. The distance between each platform is less than a hundred feet. These platforms are not built, but are carved out of the mountain peaks by the sages of Xiaoyao Valley with their sword energy. As for whose masterpiece it is.
, because it has been too long, no one knows it now.
At this time, the observation platform was full of people, and it was crowded, at least thousands of people.
A temporary high platform was built twenty feet in front of the Yinlong statue. Fang Yuxuan sat in the center, and the heads of various ministries and elders sat on both sides. Yuan Daozhen did not come, so the seat was empty.
The competition is divided into two stages. The first stage is the shortlisting. The competition is divided into four groups, each group has four shortlisted places. The final sixteen people will be included in the ranks of elite disciples. Their monthly payment will be doubled, and the sect will focus on training.
On the second day, there will be an elite duel. At the end, the two remaining people will compete for the leader on the platform in the middle. Once they win the leader, they will become the chief disciple of this year. Not to mention the rewards, this honor alone will make everyone
Disciples flocked to him like ducks.
The grouping was decided by drawing lots. At this time, the disciples who participated in the competition lined up on the hill in the middle to draw lots. The other disciples watching the excitement were chatting on the outside, all discussing who would be the chief disciple of this conference.
Suddenly someone shouted: "Look, that loser Li Qianmo is here, he can actually fly with a sword!"
This shout exploded in the crowd, and everyone turned to look at the southern sky. Sure enough, they saw Li Qianmo approaching with a sword, his long hair and blue shirt billowing in the wind, looking extraordinary and elegant.
"Hey, can a waste body also open up a sea of qi?"
"Humph, I don't know what kind of bad luck this little loser had, but he actually opened up the sea of Qi!"
"Why can a waste body open up a sea of qi? It doesn't make sense at all?"
"Oh, his cultivation has actually reached the eighth level of Qi Entrainment!"
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Li Qianmo landed on the ground and put away the dragon's teeth. He looked around and found that all the disciples were staring at him. He had no idea that his arrival had caused an uproar.
He looked up and saw the tall statue of Taoist Yinlong. He couldn't help but bow to him, and then walked all the way to the place where the lots were drawn. When the disciples around him saw him coming, they dispersed and pointed at him. Suddenly,
A figure flashed in front of him, and five people blocked his way. When he looked closely, he saw it was Han Jian and the others.
Li Qianmo frowned and shouted coldly: "A good dog doesn't block the road!"
Qu Yuan sneered and said: "The road is facing the sky. Everyone goes to one side. We are standing here. Why should we give way to you? Don't you know how to go around it yourself?"
Li Qianmo's face was gloomy, he glanced at them and said, "You are really stubborn. As monks, you don't practice seriously. You spend all day thinking about how to squeeze on your fellow disciples. It's no wonder that your cultivation has been stagnant."
"What are you talking about? Your cultivation level is amazing!" Wang Renjie couldn't bear it when he heard this and shouted loudly, attracting the attention of all the disciples around him.
Seeing everyone looking at them, Han Jian knew that this was a bit too much and wanted to back off, but he had to save face, so he gritted his teeth and said harshly: "Little... Li Qianmo, just wait, your current cultivation level is climbing
It's fast, but as far as I know, a waste body has never been able to open up a sea of qi. Since you did it, you must have used some extreme methods. There are gains and losses. You have the guts to be able to practice so fast in the body training stage.
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His words immediately caused an uproar in the crowd, and the disciples next to him immediately started chattering after hearing this.
"Yeah, what's that guy's name? He's so insightful. Why didn't I think of that? Li Qianmo must have done whatever it took to open up the sea of qi and practiced some forbidden technique that required sacrifice. There are still secret methods for such forbidden techniques.
Otherwise, it would be impossible to open up the sea of qi, waste body, waste body, how could it be possible to open up the sea of qi!"
"Well, what he said does make sense. I guess this loser sacrificed his lifespan to open up the Qi Sea, so that he can cultivate at such a fast speed. According to my estimation, he sacrificed at least half of his lifespan. Stupid, stupid."
"Fart, if there was a way to make the cultivation speed so fast, I would be willing to sacrifice my lifespan!"
"I think he cultivates quickly in the early stage. As Junior Brother Han Jian said, when he reaches the physical training stage, his cultivation will stagnate, and there may be endless troubles."
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There were different opinions in the crowd. Almost all the disciples believed that Han Jian's words were reasonable. It was deeply ingrained in their hearts that a waste body could not open up a sea of qi. They were all guessing at what price Li Qianmo paid for the opportunity to open up a sea of qi.
Listening to these people's speculations, Li Qianmo sneered inwardly. When he saw Han Jian leaving after making harsh words, he walked through the crowd and came to the front of the ring.
Many new disciples here are drawing lots, and the queue is very long. According to his estimation, these are only half of the people, and the others have already drawn the lot.
He walked to the back of the line and lined up, moving forward step by step with the line.
Finally it was his turn. There was a large wooden box on a red table with a hole as big as a fist. He reached in and groped around, only to find that there was only the last wax pill left in it.
He took out the wax pill and crushed it hard. It turned out to be a small ball of paper. When he unfolded it, he saw "three" written on it.
"What's the number?" A middle-aged elder standing behind the table asked coldly, his eyes full of indifference. This look made Li Qianmo feel familiar. He remembered that this elder's name was Liang Wen, and he had just joined the sect.
Sometimes, he also looked at himself with this look.
Seeing this look, Li Qianmo felt angry in his heart, but he couldn't show it, so he imitated his tone and replied coldly: "No. 3!"
"The arena on the east side."
Li Qianmo didn't want to say another word to him, so he walked directly to the east hilltop.
When he came to the arena in the east, he saw men and women around him. Many disciples looked away with strange eyes when they saw him, as if they had seen the god of plague. He was used to this phenomenon, and there was no trace of sadness on their faces.
Hi, very calm.
"Little waste!" A cold cry suddenly came from behind. Li Qianmo was shocked and turned around slowly. It was Li Tianyi.
Li Qianmo glared at Li Tianyi and said with a sullen face: "Keep your mouth clean."
"You are a waste!" When Li Tianyi said the last word "waste", he emphasized his tone in a very mocking tone.
Li Qianmo snorted heavily and said coldly: "No matter how useless I am, I can't be as useless as you. Your father stuffed a lot of pills into your mouth and sprinkled a lot of spiritual stones on you. They are all more than 20 years old."
Years have passed since you entered the realm of the Five Elements. If it were me, I would have been knocked to death on the wall long ago. How can I still have the nerve to stand here!"
"What did you say! You little loser!" Li Tian roared angrily upon hearing this.
"Are you deaf, old loser!" Li Qianmo retorted without showing any signs of weakness.
"You are looking for death!" Li Tianyi was furious when he heard this. He took out a fiery red magic sword and slashed at him.
"If you dare, just cut it down with your sword! Come on!" Li Qianmo showed no signs of weakness and roared loudly, staring at Li Tianyi without blinking. The roar shook the whole place, and the entire mountain suddenly became quiet, and everyone followed the sound.
, and found that the situation here was already tense.
Li Tianyi was stunned by his roar and froze there with the magic sword in hand. He was so angry just now that he regretted it now that he came back to his senses. If he dared to cut down this sword in public, Yuan Dao would probably kill the whole person.
Tiangongfang was in such a turmoil that even his father couldn't protect him.
But if this sword does not cut down, he will be humiliated. Only now does he know what it means to be in a dilemma when riding a tiger.