Immortal cultivator is divided into great death

Chapter 34

After the opening ceremony, the headlines have spread throughout the entire Tianling Continent.

All practitioners know that the top three this time can get the personal teaching of the three masters, and No.1 even has a fairy reward.

All major underground markets are open, and among them, the one with the highest winning rate is Feng Yuan of the Yin Yang Sect.

As the top of the last newcomer list, Feng Yuan can be said to be the idol of the younger generation of monks and the dream lover of the female monks.

Not everyone can be the young suzerain of the Yin Yang sect.

In Zuowang Peak, a large group of immortals are also discussing who can win the top ten this time, who can win the leader.

"I think it should be Honghe." As Hengfeng's master, Xuanheng is very aware of Honghe's ability. After less than 200 years of practice, he has reached the peak of the out-of-body cultivation, and he also has the nine-year-old gift from the Demon Lord Xuehe. The magic weapon Tianmoshuo has strange skills, strange speed, and tricky moves. As far as Xuanheng knows, Hengfeng is not his opponent.

"It's not certain, Feng Yuan of the Yin Yang Sect may be able to beat him."

"Oh?"

Everyone looked at Xuan Su, he had the best diplomatic relationship among the four generations of disciples.

"Senior brother, this Feng Yuan, I have also heard of it. It is said that he is a frivolous person, obsessed with beauty, and arrogant. It seems that... except for his rapid progress in cultivation, he is not as good as some inner disciples of our Taixuanzong. .”

Xuancheng retorted, his disciple had suffered from Feng Yuan's harm, he was a girl like water, she was hurt all day long with a cold face, and she looked like she could see through the world, which made Xuancheng feel distressed.

"Junior brother doesn't know something. Fengyuan's master and I have experienced it together, but do you still remember that 400 years ago, I was trapped under the sea of ​​yin and yang in the infinite secret realm with the disciples of the other sects?"

"I remember that time, I almost thought that the senior brother would be trapped in it for the rest of his life."

Xuanyu Xuanfeng nodded and said, that time was actually the experience of the two of them. The senior brother Xuansu led the team, and then strayed into the Yin-Yang Sea and was swept in by the turbulent current. It was Xuansu who rescued the two of them. But fell down.

"In that time of distress, Feng Yuan's master was in there with me. For my brother, I found one of the magical treasures of the formation eye, Yin Tianjian, in the sea of ​​Yin and Yang, and Feng Yuan's master found another magic weapon of the formation eye, the Xuanyang Umbrella. This Xuanyang Umbrella is designed to destroy Yin and evil, isn't Honghe's practice of Demon Art and Heavenly Demon Strategy based on Yin and evil energy?"

"This……"

As soon as these words came out, Xuan Heng was speechless.

"But the grade of Tianmoshuo is higher than that of Xuanyang Umbrella. It is only a seventh-rank magic weapon. How can it compare to Tianmoshuo, which has been warmed by Blood River Demon Lord for thousands of years?"

It was Xuan Li who spoke. As the only weapon cultivator among the four generations of disciples, he didn't think that Xuan Yangsan could defeat Tian Mo Shuo at all, and the outcome was still uncertain.

A group of brothers and sisters started arguing over this, some said it was the little Zen monk, some said it was Heng Feng, and some said it was a certain casual cultivator. It was a joy to come and go. The argument stopped with the words "I have counted the winner."

"Brother, we can do calculations too, don't you lie to me, why do I forget it, it's just a blur?"

Xuan Heng pinched his fingers and counted, but it was still a blur, unable to see the future clearly.

Regarding this, Xuanwei didn't say a word, but just threw out her own magic weapon, the secret disk.

Xuan Wei, the second child among the four generations of disciples who perspires, has a gentle mood and treats others politely. Compared with Xuan Su, the elder brother who embraces everything in his arms and protects the juniors behind him, Xuan Wei is more like a mother. From then on, he took care of the diet and daily life of the juniors, and presided over the overall situation when Xuansu couldn't get away. However, Xuanwei was once reduced to a laughing stock during his practice.

Because of his congenital insufficiency of mind and soul, his practice is slow, and from time to time, he suffers from various diseases.

After Ye Xiu learned about it, it took a lot of effort to cure it. He used the essence of the stars to enter his soul, intercepted a small section of the river of fate and refined it to Xuanwei's body, and was able to save it.

However, due to the Tianji disk, Xuanwei also changed from a Taoist cultivator to an array cultivator, and he is proficient in calculations. It is estimated that in the entire Tianling Continent, except for Ye Xiu, only Xuanwei can see a trace of the river of fate.

Therefore, when the Dao of Heaven is sleeping, it is not impossible to figure out who the final winner will be through the chaotic Dao of Heaven with the help of the power of the Heavenly Secret Disk.

"Not to be said."

Xuan Weiyao pointed to the small bamboo house on Zuowang Peak not far away, which was the place where Ye Xiu practiced quietly. The group of disciples suddenly realized that they didn't continue to guess, and each took their leave and went back.

After a long draw, the next day's contest was held as scheduled.

"Who is your precious little apprentice's opponent?"

In the auditorium, Xue He smiled and asked Ye Xiu, "It's a small casual cultivator, but it's just the early stage of Golden Core."

"Oh?"

Hearing this, Xuehe's divine consciousness scattered, and soon found a special existence in the chaotic aura, "Dual cultivator of magic and Dao? You are worthy of being the disciple of the deity."

"That's my apprentice→_→."

"Yes, my lord."

Xuehe smiled slightly, this deity, hehe.

Too lazy to play word games with Xuehe, Ye Xiu also quickly found Hengfeng, "It's a magic cultivator, it looks like... the seven kills?"

"Well, it's from Tie Xiao's lineage."

Seeing Heng Feng easily using the scabbard to resist the iron claw of the Seven Kills disciple, Ye Xiu nodded.

"By the way, where's your little Zen language?"

Turning his head, he asked Nagarjuna who had been silent all this time.I searched the entire arena, but I couldn't find the little Zen monk.

"He has a bye."

"...It's good luck, I don't have to come here to participate in the smoky competition."

Indeed, the smoky atmosphere, this preliminary competition can indeed be described as smoky atmosphere.

Since the condition of the competition is that the practice should not exceed 200 years, many casual practitioners and disciples from the small sect came here for the reward of participating in the competition, three top-grade spirit stones, which is a consolation prize.

The preliminary competition two days ago was to clear out such contestants, and that kid Zen Yu got a bye, isn't it good luck?

"It's boring, I'm leaving."

Ye Xiu looked around, Hengfeng, Xuanhe, Longyu, and Honghe had all successfully advanced, so there was no need for him to stay.

As soon as Ye Xiu left, Xuehe and Longshu naturally wouldn't stay any longer. Once the three superiors left, the people below gradually let go and chatted with each other.

"Hey, tell me, the relationship between these three lords seems to be good."

A casual cultivator said to his companion.

"Shh! You don't want to die? Do you dare to gossip about the Lord?"

His companion immediately covered his mouth, and apologized to all of you.

Long Yu saw it clearly not far away, thinking about the gathering of the six unattainable people yesterday, he always felt a little deja vu.

However, Long Yu couldn't think of a reason, and now hearing what this loose cultivator said, it was true.

In the outside world, the three sects of demons, Taoism, and Buddha can be said to be beaten every three days, and there is a big fight every five days. There will often be Buddhist and Taoist practitioners crushing the demon sect, and more disciples of the demon sect will come to crush them every few days. Press the opposite side.

Such battles never cease.

But now...

These three people, or including their apprentices, seemed to get along very well.

Long Yu felt that there must be something that he didn't notice, if... it would be great if he could get closer...

The figure of that Daoist Xuanyan is very familiar...

However, until Long Yu broke into the top [-], he could not see that Taoist Xuanyan again.

Just when Long Yu was impatient about this, an accident brought the two of them together.

"Come out."

Sitting in Lanyue Lake at the foot of Wangfeng Peak, Ye Xiu was taking a walk here, and Long Yu was spotted by him as soon as he appeared.

However, after a quarter of an hour, Long Yu didn't seem to want to come out. Ye Xiu didn't like the feeling of being followed, so he made a noise.

"Long Yu pays homage to His Highness."

"Yeah." Ye Xiu frowned, looked him up and down, "Are you Long Yu? Heng Feng's friend?"

"……Yes."

It was the first time for Long Yu to be sized up like a commodity, and he immediately felt very upset. However, he is an ancestor of the Transcendence Tribulation Stage, and he is only a kid in the middle of his body, so he can only bear it.

"I heard that you know my Taixuanzong's Shushan Sword Code?"

"……Yes."

"Well, I'm good at cultivation, don't fall into the name of your master."

After Ye Xiu dropped these words, he disappeared.

Long Yu stayed where he was, clenched his fists tightly, and then let go after a while.

The second day was preaching.

After seven days of competition, the top [-] monks were finally selected out of the [-] monks, and the Dao Discussion Conference was about to enter the most exciting part, the preaching.

All contestants can come to Tianzhu Peak to listen to the sermons of the three masters, and the top [-] can also ask one question at a time.

When it was Long Yu's turn, he only said, "I want to find someone named Long Gu. Blood River Demon Lord and Master Nagarjuna have met him before."

"Oh? Keel?"

Xue He raised his eyebrows, and glanced at Ye Xiu, who was pretending to be calm, "I do know this person, are you looking for him?"

"Yes."

"Then you don't need to look for it, this person is gone."

"Also ask the Demon Lord for advice."

Blood River didn't speak.

"Amitabha, little friend, the time has not yet come, don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry."

Longshu opened his mouth and said, casting a veiled look at Long Yu, 'Xuanyan Daoist? '

"Wait a minute, the keel you are talking about is the young man who bet with the underdogs in my Qibao Pavilion back then?"

"Yes."

Patriarch Qibao stroked his beard, "Although I wasn't there at the time, that scoundrel reported to me later. Can you tell me why that little friend disappeared?"

"... In order to save me, he was pierced by Shan Qiu with a sword. When I woke up, he disappeared..."

"...A sword pierces the heart...Looking at the entire Tianling Continent, the only one who can cure him is the Yaowang Valley, which has long since disappeared, which is Taixuanzong's Danhe Peak." Taoist Qibao said, looking at Danyangzi .

"Back to Elder, Danhe Peak has not accepted new disciples in recent years."

"So, you can look for it near the Valley of the Medicine King. Maybe you can find the descendants of the Valley of the Medicine King. If your friend is still alive, he should be there."

"...Thank you."

Long Yu backed away and stopped talking, but the doubts in his heart grew more and more, Medicine King Valley...Master...

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