Lan Qingping was still pondering, but Wei Zhengming couldn't help but his expression changed slightly.
There are a total of eighteen formation gates, and the eight fourth-level monks are naturally unchallenged. If Xi Qingheng and the other four also stand at the four formation gates, then there will only be six formation gates left.
As for the white-faced swordsmen, Gui Wujiu and the two are not as good as the fourth-level monks in terms of aura; but they have actually fought against Liu Xiaoke. Gui Wujiu even forced out Liu Xiaoke's Kongyun Nianjian.
Naturally, magical powers are not easy to come by. In addition, the masked Taoist is so weird that Yu Xuanzong secretly knows the root cause.
There are also three extremely powerful people who occupy three formation gates.
In addition to Lan Qingping and Bu Minghui, there are still seven people from the Yujingmen sect.
In other words, three of the seven people were selected to challenge the white-faced swordsman and the masked Taoist, not to mention taking the blame, and there was even a pair who fought in a nest, waiting for a spot to be given away in vain.
Wei Zhengming finally started to bargain: "In Wei's opinion, the ninth level formation gate is originally a competition between the third and fourth level Jindan realm monks. There are currently twenty-two cultivators present. And those at the second level Jindan level
There happen to be four of us. Why not ask these four to step back first. This arrangement seems to be more appropriate."
The four people Wei Zhengming mentioned were Song Changgong and Du Gushen who were attached to Yu Xuanzong, and He Lianyang and Zhou Haitian who were on the Yujingmen side.
In the monastic world, strength is respected. Wei Zhengming's suggestion to let these four withdraw voluntarily and leave the next battle to the eighteen third- and fourth-level Jindan realms is not a fool's errand.
However, as a result, the only third-level monks left on Yu Xuanzong's side were Xi Qingheng and Meng Taiyu. However, there were five people on Yujingmen's side, so they naturally had the upper hand in the fight for the remaining five Jiu Yun treasures.
Xiang Zhirong said calmly: "Since Fellow Daoist Wei is dissatisfied, there is nothing wrong with adopting your suggestion. However, if we do this, the battle between the fourth level will have to be changed. Xiang and Junior Brother Cheng picked up Liu Xiaoke,
Daoren Wu and fellow Daoist Lan faced off against Wang Muba and Shen Linxin. What do fellow Daoist Wei think?"
Wei Zhengming frowned and turned to observe Lan Qingping. Wang Muba and Shen Linxin had been recharging their energy for a long time, and there would be no advantage to take advantage of them. If Lan Qingping and Bu Minghui were sure to win,
Then removing Song, Du, He and Zhou from the chessboard would be of great benefit.
Although, Tuesday people have other uses. But who knows whether Song Changgong and Du Gushen have hidden methods?
Lan Qingping said slowly: "It's a little too much to give four people a bye. In this case, if we don't touch the Xingyue Gate in advance, wouldn't we have two people fighting together for a while? This is too strong and difficult for others. In Lan's case,
See, we are sincere enough to take on the contest with the three fellow Taoists from other states."
The three people he mentioned are naturally blameless, the white-faced swordsman and the masked Taoist.
Xiang Zhirong narrowed his eyes and thought for a long time. But his answer was extremely concise: "Yes."
It took only a moment for the agreement to be reached. The eighteen formation gates suddenly turned into colorful glass, and a bright light shone out all around. The small area on the top of the mountain suddenly became grand, like the end of the sky or the abyss of the sea.
It has become the center of the entire Jiuye Mountain and the entire Yulan Secret Realm.
This is the sign of the opening of the eighth array.
Within the formation flag, the four people from the Xingyue Gate moved the fastest, and in the blink of an eye they escaped into the south four formation gates and disappeared.
The white-faced swordsman and the masked Taoist's two black lights, one on the left and one on the right, fell into the east and west formation gates.
Yu Xuanzong, Xi Qingheng, Meng Taiyu, Song Changgong, and Du Gushen settled on the remaining four formation gates in the east.
Seeing these four people taking their positions first, Lan Qingping and Bu Minghui took the two formation gates in the north, Xiang Zhirong and Cheng Wenzhi took the two formation gates in the west.
At this time, among the eighteen formation gates, there were three in the west and one in the north, a total of four formation gates. The seven people from Yujing Gate, led by Wei Zhengming, all set their sights on Gui Wujiu.
Gui Wu only needs to select a formation gate. The Yujing gate will naturally select three people to occupy the last three empty formation gates. Finally, where they will compete, they will arrange their troops.
However, what was unexpected was that Gui Wujiu did not go to any of the available formation gates. Instead, he turned around and ran towards the direction where the masked Taoist had thrown himself.
Wei Zhengming and the other seven people were all surprised, and then their faces showed joy. These two ignorant people met in advance, which was an absolute benefit to the Yujingmen side.
Wei Zhengming said without hesitation: "Fellow Daoist Han, Fellow Daoist Ouyang, Fellow Daoist Zhu, and Fellow Daoist He. The four empty formation gates will be occupied by the four of you. Wei and Daoist Jiao will go meet the two Yu Xuanzong disciples."
Lan Qingping's promise was to avoid the remaining four members of Yu Xuanzong as much as possible while eliminating internal fighting. Since Gui Wujiu took the initiative to pick the masked Taoist, it gave Yujingmen an extra chance to challenge Yu Xuanzong, so it was not considered a breach of promise.
Han Yingyao and the other four people turned around and threw themselves into the four formation gates without hesitation.
At this time, only Wei Zhengming, Jiao Shetu, and Zizaimen Zhou Haitian were left who had not yet joined the battle.
Wei Zhengming glanced at Zhou Haitian and spoke much slower: "At the ninth level, Lan Qingping and Bu Minghui from the Chamber of Commerce picked up the two people from Xingyue Sect who were seriously injured, so naturally they would have the upper hand. Wei Mou
Meng Taiyu is somewhat confident that he and fellow Taoist Jiao will deal with Xi Qingheng. The only people he worries about are Wen Jinyuan and other three people whose background is unknown."
"Right now, two of them are fighting with each other, and one of them is bound to be injured. If Fellow Daoist Zhou can deal with the remaining one, it will be a great achievement. If we do this, we will most likely obtain six pieces of the Nine Yun Treasures."
Zhou Haitian's face looks like he is middle-aged. However, his gaze is far away at this moment, which gives people a feeling of old age as the sun sets in the west. Only a murmur that does not seem to come from his lips is heard: "Zhou will do his best."
Yes. I hope fellow Taoist Wei will not forget the promise he made."
Wei Zhengming said categorically: "This is a promise made in front of Daoist Fellow Jiao, Fellow Daoist Ouyang and other four sects. Even if Wei dies here, the Yujing Sect will not break its promise to others."
Zhou Haitian laughed, turned around and fled to the east, which was exactly where the white-faced swordsman had entered.
Looking at Zhou Haitian Beiying, Wei Zhengming and Jiao Shetu looked at each other, each nodded. They stretched their bodies and rushed towards the light carriage door where Song Changgong and the Nine Curtain Hall Du Gushen entered.
Gui Wujiu plunged into the formation gate. The sky was clear and green, and the earth veins were like smoke. A white star point seemed to sense the arrival of a second person inside the formation gate. It merged with Gui Wujiu's body and mind, and slowly pulled Gui Wujiu into unity.
In the judgment of blamelessness, regardless of the white-faced swordsman's character or his actions in the first eight levels, it is enough to prove that he is indeed alone and has nothing to do with Yu Xuanzong and Xingyue Sect.
But this masked Taoist is different. Yu Xuanzong seems to know the details of this person, and Xingyue Sect's secrets don't seem to be taboo on this person. What's even more surprising is that he actually feels somewhat familiar with this person. This person
For blame-free, it is the biggest variable.
He has seen the methods of the Xingyue Sect, Yu Xuanzong, and the White-faced Swordsman. Only this person is hiding deep. Gui Wujiu considered it carefully and was unwilling to leave this variable until after the ninth level.
The masked Taoist was also extremely surprised that Gui Wujiu picked him up. Although his face was hidden by the mask and could not be seen, his true mood at this moment could be seen by just looking at the way he turned around, raised his head, and tilted his body slightly.
After Gui Wujiu stood still, he remained silent without saying a word, secretly observing every move of the masked Taoist. In fact, from now on, Gui Wujiu had already entered a state of responding to the enemy's challenge.
This stalemate lasted for more than ten breaths, and was first broken by the masked Taoist.
The masked Taoist's voice was still hoarse: "It turns out to be Friend Wen. What's the reason why Friend Wen found me? In my opinion, those four people at the second level of the Golden Core are the suitable opponents."
Gui Wujiu smiled slightly and said: "It makes no sense. Some people like to fight back against the strong, and some like to pinch the weak. Some people enjoy the unknown, and some like to kill the uncertain factors."
The masked Taoist hesitated for a moment, then asked: "Fellow Taoist Master Na Wen, now that I'm going through this level, should I enjoy the uncertainty, or kill the uncertainty?"
With the "Little Ran Yiyi" slowly rising behind her, the inside and outside were reflected clearly, and the light was as clear as a wash. Gui Wujiu said solemnly: "After I take off your mask, Wen will tell you the answer."
The masked Taoist was silent for a moment, then suddenly said: "My Taoist friend is so profound in cultivation that I am ashamed of myself. My Taoist friend won this battle." As he spoke, he had activated the essence of Qiyun Yulan, and his body rose into the air.
"It won't be long before you and I meet again."
The masked Taoist floated to the edge of the formation gate in an instant, and then broke through the formation gate in one fell swoop, leaving only lingering sounds.
I can't help but be surprised that I have no blame.
He was extremely well prepared for this battle.
Just now, he seemed to have a calm and leisurely demeanor, but his Qi, intelligence and spiritual consciousness have been adjusted to the peak. Even for a complete plan, the virtual elixir in his body has already been replaced by the great elixir of martial virtue, ensuring that he is strong enough to withstand attacks at the limit of the golden elixir realm.
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But this masked Taoist actually retreated without a fight.
Gui Wujiu was the only one left in the formation gate. Two groups of essence, one red and one white, merged into one Yu Lan essence, which automatically resonated with the essence of the Eight Yun in Gui Wujiu's body.
Once this fusion process occurs, the eighteen levels of space are in the same realm, and the feeling of being illuminated by a mirror emerges again. At a glance, except for the formation mask Taoist who took the initiative to give in, a total of three things occurred at this time.
Fighting everywhere.
The gatekeeper of Yujing, Zhengming, picked up the light carriage door and Song Changgong;
Liuhe Zong Jiao Shen Tu, facing Du Gushen in the Nine Curtain Hall;
Zhou Haitian of Zizai Sect actually chose the white-faced swordsman as his opponent.
Gui Wujiu's mind was silent and shining brightly, his Qi movement was as quiet as a god, and the battles in these three places suddenly appeared around him at the same time.
Different from the only shadow seen in the seventh level, the formation gate of the eighth formation seems to be more sophisticated. Even the words of both sides and the sound and air flow of the magical powers are extremely clear, as if they are present.
In the second formation gate in the east.
Song Changgong was enjoying half of the Yulan Essence in his palm, when a white figure suddenly broke through the barrier and entered.
Song Changgong entered the formation gate in advance and did not know that Gui Wugui would challenge the masked Taoist. In his calculations, the chance that someone from the Yujing Gate would challenge him was only a quarter. At this time, he saw that he was not in good luck.
, his face couldn't help but look a little ugly.
After inducing half of the Yulan essence, Wei Zhengming said calmly: "For the sake of our two families being allies for the time being, there is no need to fight this battle anymore. You should leave here as soon as possible."
Song Chang's face looked uncertain.
Previously, he had made a contribution to Yu Xuanzong by getting rid of Li Jicheng, a casual cultivator at the second level of the Golden Core. Wei Zhengming's final battle will probably be with Xi Qingheng and Meng Taiyu. If he can consume a few points from the opponent
The power of elixir can be used to establish new merits.
Yu Xuanzong will definitely feel grateful.
Wei Zhengming saw that Song Changgong was silent and didn't know what he was planning. He flicked his sleeves and said with a smile: "It's okay if you want to fight. I just won't hurt you this time."
Song Changgong then bowed his hands and said, "You are a wise Taoist fellow."
Wei Zhengming stopped answering. He put his four fingers together, and a crystal clear two-foot sword energy condensed and transformed from his fingers. The white blade flashed towards Song Changgong and killed him.
Song Changgong's heart was trembling. Looking at the shape of the ice blade, it was clearly a great magical power of the Yujing Gate, the "Fantastic and Reverse Qinglu Magic Sword" that was famous in Rongzhou. He did not dare to neglect, and quickly took out the magic weapon "Nine Wood Vine Soldiers" from his sleeve.
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After handing over, Song Changgong carefully blocked and parried. He did not seek merit, but sought no fault.
He also knew what was happening in each of the seven or eight gates, and the other gates could all take a look at it. When Jiao Xiang Zhirong and others knew that they had tried their best, they would have completed their mission.
However, after five or six rounds, it was dismantled. Song Changgong felt that this "positive and negative Qinglu Magic Sword" was not only not fast, but also not very sharp and sensitive. It was far inferior to the first-class swordsmanship and magical power. It seemed to be more famous than
Real suspicion.
Song Changgong's confidence couldn't help but grow a little bit more. If he could hold on for an extra quarter of an hour and force Wei Zhengming to use some real methods, it would be a miracle.
Wei Zhengming saw the change in Song Changgong's expression and smiled slightly. He stretched out his left hand, and the tips of his four fingers also formed a "front and back Qinglu Magic Sword".
Song Changgong disagreed. With the power of the first sword, even if there were seven or eight more swords, he could still take it.
The two flying knives attacked Song Changgong one after another.
Song Changgong originally planned to use the "Nine Wood Vine Soldiers" to block him firmly. Unexpectedly, the two flying knives seemed to be completely inaccurate, and they passed three feet away from Song Changgong's body crookedly.
Song Changgong was shocked and doubtful. Could it be that Wei Zhengming had not yet mastered his magical powers?
At this moment, there were two "chi la" and "chi la" sounds, and Song Changgong's lake blue brocade robe split into two large holes on his chest, exposing the muscles on his chest and back. But his hair and skin were crystal clear.
Sure enough, he wasn't injured.
The two flying knives circled on the spot, returned to Wei Zhengming's hand, and turned into a ball of essence.
Song Changgong's eyes were blank, and he stood still in disbelief. After a long time, he finally said solemnly: "Song lost."
Without stopping for even a moment, Song Changgong quickly attracted the essence of Yu Lan and left the secret realm of the Eighth Formation Gate.
If you only use one of Yujingmen's magical powers of "the positive and negative Qinglu Magic Sword", it is really mediocre and not worthy of praise. But if you use two flying knives, one positive and one negative, at the same time, it will become more magical. The so-called "
"Like a shadow changing shape, like a dream like dew", with two swords in front, unless the opponent's skill exceeds yours too much, the six senses will be more or less biased.
When masters compete, only one inch is enough to decide the outcome. Song Changgong's illusion of a sword three feet away is already a reflection of the huge difference in skill between the two sides.
On the other hand, Jiao Shentu's battle against Dugushin was uneventful. Jiao Shentu only used the three magic weapons he was proficient in to attack head-on, and gradually accumulated advantages with his stronger capital.
After about half a quarter of an hour, Dugushin couldn't hold on any longer and admitted defeat.
The gap between the white-faced swordsman and Zhou Haitian, a monk at the second level of the Golden Core Realm, was supposed to be the biggest among the three duels. Gui Wujiu didn't pay attention at first. But at this time, the match suddenly turned into waves.