Everyone in the Feitian Sect was waiting, and six monks walked in from the outside. The one at the front was a leading disciple of the Feitian Sect, and the five people behind had unicorn symbols embroidered on their sleeves. It was obvious at a glance that they were all members of the Leisha Sect.
The person walking in the first place was a middle-aged man with a gloomy expression. He did not deliberately hide his cultivation level. At a glance, he could tell that he was at the peak level of the late stage of Hualan, and he was the leader of Leisha Sect, Zhenjun Lianchen. Behind him
There were four young monks following him, most of them had arrogant looks on their faces, as if they didn't care about the Feitian Sect at all.
"Fellow Taoist Lianchen, please come inside." Master Huanyue nodded slightly and said loudly.
"Fellow Taoist Huanyue's cultivation has improved again. I remember that decades ago, my Taoist was in the middle stage of elixir transformation, and now he is at the peak level of the late stage of elixir transformation." Zhenjun Lianchen said calmly, he didn't seem to care about these years.
The conflict between the Leisha Sect and the Feitian Sect did not mention the killing of two foundation-building monks within the sect a few years ago.
"Fellow Taoist, you've received the award. Didn't you also break through from the middle stage of alchemy to the peak level of the late stage of alchemy?" Master Huanyue said in greeting.
"Haha." Zhenjun Lianchen smiled slyly. The two then chatted casually for a few words, and then introduced the disciples participating in the competition to each other. Finally, the Leisha Sect's group was taken to arrange accommodation by a Feitian Sect disciple.
There were only a few people from Feitian Sect left in the hall. Everyone was silent and the atmosphere became a little strange. Master Huanyue broke the silence and said loudly: "Everyone, this competition is very important to Feitian Sect and you personally. This competition is also very important to Feitian Sect and you personally."
An opportunity to exercise and become famous. The competition will begin the day after tomorrow. I hope everyone can do their best and use all their strengths."
"Disciples should do their best!" Feng Fan and others said loudly.
"You can go back and prepare." Master Huanyue nodded, with a very satisfied look on his face.
There was a sea of people at the top of Feitian Mountain, and everyone gathered around the four huge stone platforms. The first round of competition began. Because there were only four stone platforms, the sixteen competitions were divided into four groups.
Extremely special restrictions have been set up around each stone platform by monks in the alchemy stage to prevent the spiritual energy fluctuations formed by the true essence from harming onlookers during the competition. However, such restrictions have no effect on the movement of the monks, that is,
It is said that the monks can leave the stone platform at any time.
There are many stools prepared around the stone platform, and members of various sects and families are sitting around different stone platforms. Of course, depending on which sect or family members are competing on the stone platform, most of the people watching around the stone platform are also from the corresponding sects and families.
middle man.
According to the rules of the competition, if the body falls under the stone platform, is injured and cannot continue to participate in the competition, one of the elders or contestants admits defeat, or dies, the monk will be considered defeated. However, before the competition, all factions and families have
After negotiation, try not to harm the opponent's life during the competition. The opponent in each round of the competition is determined by drawing lots, and no matter who the opponent is, everyone has their destiny.
Feng Fan was drawn into the first group of competitions. The stone platform where he was was surrounded by members of the Feitian Sect and the Ling family. Opposite Feng Fan stood a young man. This young man was tall and thin, with a yellowish complexion and wearing a
Tsing Yi. This person's eyes are a bit erratic, occasionally showing a murderous intent.
"Feng Fan of Feitian Sect." Feng Fan broke the silence and announced his name first.
"Ling Qiancao of the Ling family." The tall and thin young man had a proud look on his face, making his identity clear.
Feng Fan's mind moved, and a spear suddenly appeared in front of him. The spear body was black and seemed to be made of black iron. It was a top-quality magical weapon that Feng Fan had obtained from the Feitian Sect's arsenal some time ago.
Feng Fan pointed at the spear, and with the rapid influx of true energy, the spear exuded a powerful aura. Feng Fan waved his right hand, and the spear flew towards Ling Qiancao with a monstrous scream.
Ling Qiancao's expression changed slightly, and he shouted: "Come out." Several huge ice walls suddenly appeared in front of him, completely isolating him from Feng Fan. Ling Qiancao has water-attribute spiritual roots, so he practices water-based spells.
, seeing the opponent using the best magic weapon, immediately use the ice wall technique to block it.
The spear hit the ice wall, making bursts of ice-breaking sounds. As layer after layer of ice was defeated, the spear slowly penetrated all the ice walls and continued to move forward. Ling Qiancao showed no reaction, and his body
He was so stiff that he didn't move.
The spear had already arrived in front of Ling Qiancao, but Ling Qiancao still didn't move. With a "wave" sound, Ling Qiancao was hit by the spear and was shattered into pieces, turning into countless white ice crystals and shooting out in all directions.
Feng Fan suddenly felt a slight fluctuation of true energy behind his body, and secretly shouted: "Not good!" Then he felt a yin energy coming from behind him.
Feng Fan waved his right hand behind him, and the Tiangang Cauldron suddenly appeared. At the same time, Feng Fan instantly opened the True Yuan Shield. Feng Fan, who had just finished all this, heard a muffled sound in his ears. The Tiangang Cauldron seemed to have been hit hard, and he moved quickly.
Xiang Feng Fan hit his True Essence Shield. Feng Fan moved his body forward a few steps and then stood firm. He felt some blood boiling in his chest.
Feng Fan turned around and saw Ling Qiancao standing behind him, holding a short knife in his right hand. It could be seen from the fluctuations of spiritual power that it was emitting that it was a top-quality magic weapon. It seemed that the one who had just attacked him was this one.
A gleaming short knife.
"The opponent is actually able to exert a strength equivalent to that of a monk in the foundation-building stage!" Ling Qiancao was extremely shocked. The blow just now was difficult for even a monk in the gas-gathering stage of the same level as himself to resist, but at this time, it was easily resolved by the opponent. He had no choice but to
This shocked the pride of the Ling family.
It turned out that Ling Qiancao had just used an illusion to turn ice into a false body, but his real body came behind Feng Fan with a special movement method and launched a surprise attack on Feng Fan. He thought he would win with one blow, but Feng Fan didn't expect that Ling Qiancao would win with one blow.
His consciousness and strength are so powerful, and he reacts quickly, using the best magic weapon and the true energy barrier to escape the disaster.
The expression on the face of Master Huanyue, who was sitting under the stone platform, changed slightly. After all, it was the first time he saw such a strange movement of a monk in the Qi Gathering Stage, which made the leader a little shocked. The Feitian Sect disciples around him saw Ling Qiancao's strange movement.
Everyone was shocked. Everyone was secretly guessing whether they could avoid such a strange and fast attack if they were on the stage.
Not far away from Master Huanyue sat a middle-aged man with a face as red as red, a full beard, and eyes as bright as lightning. This man was Ling Wanhai, the patriarch of the Ling family, and his cultivation had reached the peak level of the late stage of alchemy.