There is no time in the mountains. It has been half a year since Song Yin gave his juniors special elixirs to refine their bodies.
In the early morning, smoke rises from the small villages at the foot of Pingding Mountain, and every household opens the door and begins their hard work every day.
The dishes were simmering in a steaming cauldron. Oil was added to the iron pot to stir-fry, making a sizzling sound. The steamer placed on the side of the boiling water was also steaming white.
"Quick, quick, quick!"
Village chief Su Yougen shouted angrily: "Get ready, hurry up, don't delay the immortal's meal!"
The mortals prepared wooden food boxes and burdens, put the cooked food on plates, and arranged the food boxes neatly. Then they picked up the burdens and divided them into ten people. Su Yougen took the lead and walked up the mountain road together.
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The winding mountain road seemed to be very long, but these people walked with great energy. In about half an hour, they reached the top of the mountain and saw the mountain gate towering above.
Within the mountain gate is the top of Pingding Mountain, where the Golden Immortal Gate is located.
As soon as they entered the mountain gate, they saw the extremely tall pagoda hall. In the square under the pagoda hall, about twenty disciples were fighting against each other in a chaotic mess.
"drink!"
Among the crowd, a disciple who looked tall and strong opened his mouth to drink, and like a muffled thunder, he exploded a ball of energy and blew away the disciple who was attacking him.
The disciple who was blown away flipped several times in the air. While he was hanging upside down in mid-air, he directly cast a spell of enchantment. Then he fell down and grabbed the tall disciple like a cheetah.
"madness!"
Disciple Gao Zhuang shouted: "We all have illusions such as lack of confusion, mind-blinding and blinding, which are useless!"
He pressed down with both fists, and his whole body seemed to be twisted. There seemed to be a ball of air steaming up, forming a shadow. The shadow punched together with the man, and hit the charging man's claws. One punch...
He knocked it away and fell to the ground.
The disciple bared his teeth on the ground for a while, then reluctantly got up, shook his arms, cupped his hands and said, "Senior Brother Wang Hu, you are really amazing."
Wang Hu cupped his hands towards the other party, smiled bitterly, and looked aside.
The square was clearly divided into two halves, one half was used for sparring by the disciples, and the other half was for only four people.
Zhang Feixuan, who was dressed in brocade clothes, waved his folding fan, and a ball of blood flew forward, exploded in the center, and shot out countless blood blades in all directions, attacking the other three people with precision.
"ha!"
Wang Qizheng took a deep breath, expanded his arms violently, and hit the bloody blade with both fists, breaking it into pieces.
Gao Sishu's figure froze and turned directly into a sculpture made of exactly the same material as the bluestone brick, allowing the blood blade to cut it into pieces.
"whee!"
Bells with two buns on their heads laughed, raised one hand, and a doll tied around his waist flew up. The doll opened its arms, and a dark light emitted from the whole body, and the scattered bloody blade seemed to have been found.
After reaching the target, they actually changed their direction and flew towards the doll, tearing the doll to pieces, but the bloody blade also disappeared while tearing the doll apart.
Ling Dang's head tilted, and his eyes were occupied by darkness. The moment the blood blade disappeared, he looked towards Zhang Feixuan.
But at this moment, Zhang Feixuan himself turned blood red, filled with lines, and exploded into a ball of splashing blood, which evaporated in the air.
"Huh?" Lingdang's handsome brows frowned slightly. Before she could react, the bluestone behind her rose up as if it was melting and shaping, turning into a tall and thin figure.
Gao Sishu stretched his palm forward and stabbed Ling Dang's neck like a knife.
call!
But at this moment, a strong wind sounded.
Wang Qizheng's figure appeared in mid-air, and one foot turned into a huge animal hoof, which fell like a meteorite and hit the two of them.
Gao Sishu turned around in an instant, twisted his body at an incredible angle, stepped on the ground, and walked away in an instant.
Bang!!
The bluestone bricks shattered and flew apart, creating a wave of air that caused the robes of the disciples in the other half of the square to flutter and their hair to fly.
The bell that was thrown up by the impact opened its mouth and let out a silver bell-like laughter, and the bells on its ankles shook and tinkled randomly due to the impact.
Her body shook in mid-air, as if falling apart, and with a snap, she was dismantled into five smiling rag dolls, which glowed with black light and landed directly around Wang Qizheng, who had just fallen.
boom!!
The black light bombarded, directly submerging Wang Qizheng's figure, and one of the rag dolls flew out directly, and after falling to the ground, a ball of black light exploded, condensing into the shape of a bell.
As soon as Gao Sishu, who had just been dodged, landed on the ground, a ball of blood gathered at the side. Zhang Feixuan waved his folding fan, bringing up another ball of blood blades and pressing them straight towards him.
Gao Sishu couldn't dodge, and his arms emitted a green light to protect himself, allowing those blood blades to hit him, making him retreat step by step. The blood blades that exploded not only hit his arms, but also hit him.
It flew around him, cutting open his clothes and leaving some tiny wounds.
As soon as the corner of Zhang Feixuan's mouth raised, he saw Gao Sishu quickly stretch out two fingers of one of his hands and pinch the seal.
"burst!"
Bang!
Around Zhang Feixuan, clouds of green mist suddenly exploded, covering his body.
"poison"
Zhang Feixuan's pupils shrank, and he quickly withdrew from the green mist. At the same time, he waved his folding fan, whipping up a scarlet wind and blowing away the mist, but it was obviously too late, as his face was already covered in bruises.
He swayed a few times before he managed to surround him and asked, "Have you laid a trap for a long time?"
Gao Sishu didn't say anything, he just waved his hand. The gap in his arm was quite big.
Lingdang clapped her hands, jumped and laughed: "Hehe, hahaha! It's fun! Come again, come again!"
The smoke dissipated, revealing Wang Qi's dirty figure who was being bombed. He spat out and his figure crackled, "It belongs to me, Ge Niang!"
The four people occupied the four corners again, and after looking at each other, they were about to continue taking action.
when!
But at this moment, a bell suddenly rang from the upper floor of the pagoda hall, and its echo echoed in the square for a while. As the sound rang, a heroic young man walked out slowly from the door of the main hall and said loudly:
"Morning class time is over! Senior brothers, please wait a moment!"
Following his words, everyone stopped.
"Damn it, you don't need to use escape skills if you have the ability. Why is it that I am the clumsiest every time?" Wang Qizheng pointed at them and cursed.
Zhang Fei
Gao Sishu nodded silently and activated the seal again. Zhang Feixuan exhaled a breath of green energy and his purple face returned to normal.
At the same time, he waved his folding fan, and a ball of blood flew directly to Gao Sishu, healing the wounds on his body.
"Hey, don't you want to fight?"
The bell is a bit lost.
Zhang Feixuan glanced at this girl, and the corners of his eyes twitched.
Every time, this guy was unscathed and was able to do it with ease, but every time they fought, there were varying degrees of damage on their bodies.
It has been like this for three months since the competition began. Even if they feel that they are strong enough, they still can't see the bottom of the bell clearly.
As for the man at the door of the palace
Zhang Fei
Like a senior brother, no one is taking him in the competition now because it won't work.