"When Fa Jing failed and tried to pull me to die together, he was naturally worried that I would seize the inheritance he left behind. At the last moment, he actually cast a blood curse on me!"
"Born Blood Curse? What kind of spell is this?"
"This is also a magical skill that monk Fajing has acquired during many years of practice! It can be used to protect the monk's own sacred magic weapon from being taken away by a deadly enemy! If I touch his inheritance, I will become a great person.
Loss, and may even lower your level!"
"Oh? What's in his inheritance?"
"There are many natal magic weapons of Venerable Fajing, as well as some records of cultivation techniques and experiences. These experiences contain things about the immortal world that fellow Taoists want to know. I have no need for these skills and knowledge, only for him.
It is inevitable to get these two natal magic weapons!" Lin Jingfa looked at Jiajun with a sincere face, "If fellow Taoist can make a vow in his heart to help me get the treasure, except for those two natal magic weapons, everything else will belong to fellow Taoist.
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"If you weren't under a blood curse, how could you use his natal magic weapon?"
"The blood curse recognizes the breath of the magic weapon. Venerable Fa Jing's magic weapon contains his breath. Naturally, I can't touch it," Lin Jingfa said with a disapproving smile, "But if fellow Taoists try to seize it, we should refine it first and erase his
Then hand it over to me after taking a breath, and it will be fine."
More than half an hour later, Lin Jingfa walked out of Qishui Pavilion with a spring breeze on his face.
Jiajun was very concerned about matters in the fairy world. After some thought, he agreed to make an appointment to collect the treasure in ten days. The reason why he had to wait ten more days was because the martial arts competition between the sects would start in two days!
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In the martial arts competition, the top three are the Foundation-Building Pills, and the top one can be promoted to the main sect. This is imperative for Jiajun. Although I don’t know what the Foundation-Building Pills are, the pill itself is very important to Jiajun.
It may be useless, but it is a very good excuse. The cultivation he is showing now is at the peak of the spiritual breath stage. With this foundation-building pill, he can lie in seclusion for a few days and pretend to have broken through to the foundation-building stage. His cultivation is great.
After entering, the level of contact in the sect will inevitably be higher. After squeezing the Luoxue Sect clean early, you can change to other sects to check it out.
However, Jiajun doesn't want to show any flaws in the competition. How to win cleverly, I'm afraid his spatial talent will have to be put to great use.
On the day of the martial arts competition, the disciples of the five halls gathered on the main peak. On a training ground on the mountain behind the main peak, a competition platform tens of feet in size had been set up. There were also many magic circles set up under the platform, which should be used to shield spells, so as to avoid
During the fight, the audience was accidentally injured.
"Everyone!" Standing on the main stage was a black-faced man that Jiajun had never seen before. He seemed to have a strong aura and should be around the middle stage of Jindan. Head Zhiyun and others sat aside, tasting
What was Cha talking about? "This sect martial arts competition will be hosted by me, Suifengdian!"
The black-faced man turned out to be the master of Sui Feng Hall! Jiajun raised his eyebrows. There were five men, one woman and six Jindan monks sitting on the martial arts platform. Except for Master Zhiyun, the others should be the masters of each hall.
"Competing with fellow sects, peace is the most important thing! Don't harm your life. Since you are basically in the spiritual breath stage, most of you can't use any magic weapons. Therefore, only talismans and seals are allowed in the competition field..." The big man began to read out the rules.
As he finished speaking, the disciples selected by each palace to participate in the competition walked onto the competition stage one by one.
In principle, all disciples can participate in the competition, but every palace will take face into consideration and will not let those with insufficient cultivation to embarrass themselves. Jiajun took a quick look and saw that there were only about forty people participating in the competition. Lingshui Palace this time
Only four people came out. Compared with the sixteen people in Fanhuo Palace, they were dwarfed by the giants. There were even fewer people. Only three people came out of Sacred Wood Palace. When Jiajun looked at them, he revealed
With a half-smiling expression, Lin Jingfa was clearly present! When the other party saw Jiajun coming to compete, he also showed a slightly strange look, but immediately turned his head and stopped looking at him.
Although there are only about forty people competing, the competition method is a wheel battle. I will take turns competing with each participating disciple. After taking turns like this, I am afraid that I will not be able to finish the competition in less than two days! After all, it is a grand event that is held every five years.
A little longer is normal.
"The first battle, Fanhuo Palace disciple Wang He versus Suifeng Palace disciple Liu Daolong!" The black-faced man stepped down from the stage and was replaced by a young female disciple who came up to host.
After hearing the name, Wang He, who was wearing a fiery red robe, flew into the venue first. The disciple named Liu Daolong walked up slowly and unhurriedly. "Please!" Wang He made a polite gesture, but he himself
He took action first. He held an unknown talisman between his two fingers. Under the activation of spiritual energy, a circular magic circle glowing with blue light and covered with secret patterns suddenly appeared on the soles of his feet. The magic circle shone for a moment.
, two blue fireballs half a foot wide soared into the sky, and struck Liu Daolong head-on. Liu Daolong did not panic, and quickly turned sideways to avoid the seemingly dangerous attack. The two fireballs hit the ground, leaving only
The next two groups of blazing blue flames.
After missing the two blows, Wang He sneered and activated the talisman in his hand again. The two flames on the ground suddenly transformed, and several blue fire snakes emerged from the fire and quickly strangled Liu Daolong. This Liu Daolong finally had
He made a movement, raised his two fingers, and a white light enveloped his whole body, blocking the fire snake. No matter how hard the fire snake strangled, the white light that protected his body did not disappear. Wang He's face changed greatly when he saw this.
Not bad! I thought the disciples here could only rely on talismans and seals to survive, but I didn’t expect that Liu Daolong actually cast spells on his own! Jiajun nodded secretly.
"Suifeng Palace wins! Liu Daolong scores one point." After a while, Wang He ran out of mana and was knocked out of the competition stage with a palm. Liu Daolong never used the talisman seal once, and the black face on the stage
The big man nodded in approval. Liu Daolong was the number one master in the Sui Feng Palace. He appeared in the first battle. I am afraid this black-faced man deliberately arranged it.
In the next few games, the disciples used various talismans and seals one after another, but there was nothing special about them.
"The next scene is between Xiaojun from Lingshui Palace and Meng Yunzi from Tingyin Palace!"
Meng Yunzi? Jiajun raised his eyebrows and saw a female disciple who was standing up on stage. She looked about seventeen or eighteen years old. Her face was as pure as a lotus flower, but she looked extremely cold. She was wearing a pink and white Taoist robe, and she had a hand in her hand.
Holding a magic weapon in the shape of a colorful token, he slowly walked onto the stage, causing the disciples in the audience to tremble.
Strange, isn't it allowed to use magic weapons? Jiajun frowned slightly, but didn't hesitate much and got up.
"Look, isn't that the new disciple picked up by Lingshui Palace?"
"You've only been here for half a year and you're here to compete? What do you think, Master of Lingshui Palace?"
"Nonsense! Do you think this sect's martial arts competition is a child's play? Fairy Meng, teach this brat a lesson!"
"Haha! You kid is so good at memorizing it. As soon as you come here, you meet Dream Fairy, the number one sect next to our Luoxue Sect!"
Number one in the side sect? Listening to the commotion in the audience, Jiajun walked up to the stage casually. Looking towards the martial arts stage, Master Lingshui was smiling at him, and the other palace masters were nothing.
The reaction was that the only female Jindan monk looked at Jiajun with a sneer. Could this be the master of Tingyin Hall? He grinned at Master Lingshui and stopped thinking about it.
"The thing in my hand is called 'Mengxian Ling'. It is the ancestral talisman and seal technique of my Mengxian style. It is not a magic weapon." She seemed to see Jiajun's doubts and explained expressionlessly, with a cold tone.
Rejecting others thousands of miles away, "You are a newbie coming to compete, I'm afraid you are instigated by your senior brothers. I will let you use three moves first, you can also weigh your own strength, and withdraw from the competition after this is over."
.From now on, you need to be steady and don’t act on impulse!"