Above the Tianmian Mountains, above the flying boat.
Elder Kang glanced at Chenghuo and other disciples before explaining aloud: "Going further, we will reach the highest peak of Tianmian Mountain Range."
"This competition between us and the Injury Sect will be held at the highest peak of the Tianmian Mountains."
"And the rules of this competition are also very simple - it's just fighting in the ring. I've told you this before. As for the specific details, we have to wait until we get to the competition venue and discuss it with the injury coach before we can finalize it. .”
In order to boost morale, Elder Kang continued: "As for this competition, I will only talk about two points."
"First, no matter whether you are strong or not, if you can go on stage to compete, try your best to do so. After all, the sect competition has always been about winning and losing, so the disciples participating in the competition will not know how to do it. There is fear for one’s life.”
"If you win, the sect will reward you. Even if you lose, it will consume your opponent's physical strength to a certain extent."
"So no matter success or failure, as long as you dare to go to the ring, you have made a contribution to the sect."
After saying that, Elder Kang glanced at Chenghuo and others one last time and asked, "Can you understand?"
"Yes!" All the disciples responded in unison, with high morale.
Tianmian Mountain Range is located at the junction of Zhishang Sect and Haoyue Sect.
There is no spiritual vein in this mountain.
Until one month ago, a large amount of spiritual energy suddenly overflowed from the Tianmian Mountains and formed a blue-white gas that looked like substance.
The spiritual power spans thousands of miles, and its momentum is huge.
So that night, the spiritual vein was discovered by the Zhihuang Sect and Haoyue Sect disciples who were close to the Tianmian Mountains.
Most immortal cultivators cherish their lives.
In order to avoid unnecessary bloodshed and conflicts, members of the Zhihuang Sect and the Haoyue Sect used the method of "Sect Competition" to determine the ownership of spiritual veins.
That's why today's scene happened.
According to the established rules: monks participating in the sect competition must be under twenty years old, or their cultivation level must not exceed the foundation building period.
Only those who satisfy one of the two conditions can participate.
Therefore, the monks who came to participate in the competition this time were mostly disciples in the Qi training stage.
During the Qi training period, monks cannot fly with weapons, so most of them have the same fear of heights as ordinary people.
So at this moment, among the disciples of the Haoyue Sect who were on the flying boat, almost no one dared to approach the edge of the flying boat. They were only afraid of accidentally falling.
Only one person survived, always standing calmly at the end of the flying boat, standing with his hands behind his back, looking into the distance.
"Ex-senior."
On the flying boat.
Seeing that there was no one around, Elder Peng cautiously approached and lowered his voice: "Do you want to participate in the sect competition that will be held later?"
"In situations like this, just call me Wang Hu." Chenghuo replied to Elder Peng: "The sect competition will be held later. I will decide whether to participate or not based on the situation. If there is someone on the stage who interests me, Disciple, I will consider taking action."
"Then" Elder Peng thought for a while and said, "Can I ask the junior to arrange a position with a better view for you?"
"Need not."
Chengshuo refused: "I'm just like other disciples. I'll stand wherever they stand. There's no need to attract too much attention."
"Junior understands." Elder Peng lowered his head and his tone was extremely respectful.
At the same time.
Xia Houbo, the head of the Haoyue Sect, who was standing on the bow of the ship and controlling the flying boat, saw Elder Peng Chong Chengshuo nodded slightly, and then asked with doubts on his face: "Elder Peng, what's going on with him? How can he treat his disciples with that kind of attitude? That disciple What is your identity?"
"Lao Peng told us not to ask any more questions." Elder Kang on the side replied: "In short, that disciple's status is very noble, even if he is an ancestor."
Speaking of the ancestor, Elder Kang's voice immediately became softer.
He continued: "Even if the ancestor has not passed away, that disciple is still someone our Haoyue Sect cannot afford to offend."
"You can't afford to offend even the golden elixir stage monks?!" Xia Houbo, the leader, was shocked when he heard this: "Isn't that disciple the biological son of a certain powerful person in the Nascent Soul stage?"
"Who knows." Elder Kang replied with a wry smile.
While the two were talking, the Haoyue Sect's flying boat had flown to the highest peak of the Tianmian Mountains.
The monks who came to the highest peak of the Tianmian Mountains to participate in the competition this time, in addition to the Haoyue and Zhishang sects, there were also countless casual cultivators and melon-eating monks from other sects.
They were either led by the elders of their masters or came together.
Its main purpose is to observe monks fighting and accumulate practical experience.
The tops of mountains.
On the playing field.
After all the disciples from each sect had taken their seats, they saw a disciple from the Zhihuang Sect leaping onto the stage and cupping his hands in the direction of the Haoyue Sect: "Xi Bingfeng, the Zhihuang Sect, is asking for advice from the Haoyue Sect!"
As soon as he finished speaking, before the Haoyue Sect could send out men, he heard a foundation-building elder from the Injury Sect laugh and say: "Bing Feng, our competition with the Haoyue Sect this time is just to stop, so in order to avoid hurting others, you can Just use 50% of your strength!"
As soon as these words came out, the faces of the elders of the Haoyue Sect immediately changed.
Elder Zhu of Lingzhiyuan, who has a bad temper, has a gloomy face and a cold look in his eyes.
At that moment, he couldn't help but said to a disciple standing next to Fang Yun: "Du Zhi, go ask that senior brother Bing Feng for advice."
"yes!"
Behind Elder Zhu.
After the disciple named Du Zhi responded, he jumped onto the ring and saluted Xi Bingfeng of Zhishang Cult.
No nonsense.
After Du Zhi bowed, he raised the sword in his hand and stabbed Xi Fengfeng straight away.
"What a fast sword!" As soon as the long sword was unsheathed, a disciple in the audience exclaimed: "Unexpectedly, Senior Brother Du doesn't talk much, but his swordsmanship is extremely ruthless!"
With his cultivation in the deep dive stage, Chengshuo could tell it at a glance: Du Zhi's sword did not have any fancy skills, but it was better at speed.
I don’t know what kind of skills Du Zhi practiced.
The speed of his sword was almost comparable to that of a monk in the early stages of foundation building!
Seeing Du Zhi draw his sword, Elder Peng on the side couldn't help but rushed to Chenghuo and said: "Senior Wang, do you think Du Zhi can defeat the disciple of the Stop Injury Sect?"
"Disaster."
Cheng Sheng calmly analyzed: "Although Du Zhi has practiced this sword technique to a point comparable to that of a monk in the foundation building period, he also paid too much attention to the sword technique and thus neglected to polish his own cultivation. The spiritual power in his body is too much." It’s complicated, and it looks like he didn’t spend much time practicing, so if nothing else happens, Du Zhi will be defeated within ten moves!”
As soon as these words came out, all the Haoyue Sect disciples and some elders all around looked at Chenghuo in unison.
Seeing that living a successful life increases the ambition of others, some people instinctively want to refute it.
But before he could speak, a sound of gold and iron clashing suddenly came from the ring.
Along with this sound, the long sword in Du Zhi's hand was shot down outside the ring by Xi Bingfeng.
After losing his weapon, another cold light flashed through, and Du Zhi, who was helpless, was stabbed in the chest by Xi Bingfeng's sword.
Seeing his defeat, Elder Zhu rushed forward and used his spiritual power to stop Du Zhi's bleeding, and then put a pill into his mouth.
——Because Elder Zhu moved quickly enough, although Du Zhi was seriously injured in this battle, fortunately his life was safe.
After Du Zhi's defeat, Xi Bingfeng of the Zhihuang Sect won several games in a row and injured several Haoyue Sect disciples.
For a time, everyone in the Haoyue Sect was demoralized.
The disciples in the sect stopped moving forward for fear of being seriously injured.
The elders of the Zhihuang Sect saw this and hurriedly shouted: "There are still people from the Haoyue Sect who want to come up to fight. If not, the spiritual veins of these mountains will belong to our Zhihuang Sect!"
In the team of Haoyue Sect monks.
Seeing that his friend Du Zhi, who also worked in the Lingzhi Garden, was seriously injured, Fang Yun felt his heart change and jumped up onto the ring decisively.
"Haoyue Sect Fang Yun, please give me some advice!"
Fang Yun had swallowed more than twenty 'Excellent Qi Gathering Pills' before the competition.
With more than twenty top-grade elixirs, he has purified the spiritual power in Zi Mansion to an unprecedented level.
However, monks during the Qi training period cannot perfectly control their own spiritual power.
Therefore, before taking action at this moment, spiritual power overflowed unconsciously from all over his body, forming a bluish-white gas that looked like substance.
Elder Peng, who was in the audience, saw it and said with a look of surprise: "What pure spiritual power! How did this disciple refine it?"
It's him
The Cheng Sheng on the side recognized him at a glance - this monk named Fang Yun was the same monk who used the treasure gourd to cultivate purple ginseng grass in the spiritual plant garden that night.
The battle between monks is ultimately based on spiritual power.
No matter how well you practice your spells and moves, no matter how perfect you are, you will never be able to defeat the monks whose spiritual power is much stronger than yours.
In the arena.
Fang Yun simply used a 'gravity' spell and suppressed Zhihujiao Xi Bingfeng until he collapsed to the ground.
Shaoqing, Xi Bing was under the huge pressure generated by the 'gravity technique', and blood oozed from all over his body.
"I surrender!" Xi Bingfeng, who knew he was outmatched, gave up and saved his life.
In this way, after Xi Bingfeng surrendered, Fang Yun followed the same pattern again, using the 'gravity technique' and his extremely pure spiritual power to defeat several disciples of the Stop Injury Cult in one breath.
Now it is the turn of the disciples of the Anti-Injury Cult to not dare to fight.
In the team of monks of the Anti-Injury Cult.
The first elder showed an expression of disbelief and asked puzzledly: "How on earth did that disciple of the Haoyue Sect develop that kind of spiritual power?"
Another elder echoed: "Even if the Haoyue Sect gave that disciple the best elixir regardless of the cost, it would still be impossible to purify the spiritual power to this point, right?"
Seeing that his disciples were all cowering away, the leader of the Stop Injuries Sect became anxious.
He patted the storage bag on his waist and took out a flying sword from it. He said to the disciples: "Can you defeat that Haoyue Sect disciple? As long as you can defeat the opponent, I will make the decision to use this high-grade sword." A Qi-level flying sword will be given to the winner!"
There must be a brave man under a heavy reward.
As soon as these words were spoken, there were immediately disciples in the Anti-Injury Sect wearing handyman uniforms who jumped onto the ring.
Most of the handyman disciples have low qualifications. Although they are qualified to come to the competition site to watch the competition, they generally do not go to the ring to fight.
Seeing this handyman disciple jumping onto the ring, there were people talking about it immediately.
"Head boy?"
"Is there no one left in the Anti-Injury Sect? They actually sent a handyman disciple to fight!"
On the stage.
In spite of everyone's comments and contempt, Han Yu, a handyman disciple of the Stop Injury Cult, just held a long sword and said in a neither humble nor arrogant way: "Han Yu, the Stop Injury Cult, is here to ask for advice!"
This person
The moment Han Yu came on the stage, Cheng Sheng immediately noticed that he was different.
——This person, like Fang Yun, always has an 'emotional power' lingering around him.
This is also a protagonist with great opportunities and luck.
Protagonist versus protagonist, now things start to get interesting
Thinking of this, Chengshuo couldn't help but get more energetic, and he concentrated on observing every move of both sides in the ring.
Facing Fang Yun, who had extremely pure spiritual power, Han Yu only held a long sword and waved it forward in an unpretentious manner.
The next second, a pure white sword energy was seen rushing towards Fang Yun.
"It's actually sword energy!" The moment Han Yu swung his sword energy, Elder Peng of the Haoyue Sect immediately said in disbelief: "This person only has cultivation in the Qi refining stage, and he is only a handyman disciple of the Zhihuang Sect, but he has already cultivated it. Sword Qi? How is this possible?"
That's not all.
The moment he swung his sword energy, Han Yu threw out the long sword in his hand.
As soon as the long sword left his hand, it stabbed towards Fang Yun at an extremely weird angle, as if controlled by an invisible force.
Elder Peng was even more surprised now: "This, this, this, this is sword control?? Isn't this a spell that only foundation-building monks can learn?"
Among the many disciples in the Qi refining stage, Fang Yun, who possesses extremely pure spiritual power, can indeed be regarded as the best.
But Fang Yunqiang, Han Yu is stronger than him.
The sword energy that only Foundation Establishment stage monks can cultivate, and the sword control skills that only Foundation Establishment stage monks can master, are no longer something that Fang Yun and other Qi Refining stage monks can resist.
'puff'!
In the arena.
Fang Yun accidentally was stabbed in the abdomen by Han Yu using sword control skills.
"I surrender!"
Fang Yun, knowing that he was no match, hurriedly shouted out the word "resign", took out a previously prepared healing elixir from his arms and drank it.
"Healing Injury Teaching, Han Yusheng!"
Even opponents like Fang Yun can be defeated easily.
Seeing Han Yu's victory, no one in the Haoyue Sect dared to step forward to fight.
at the same time.
Cheng Sheng, who had been silently watching the battle under the ring, suddenly discovered that there were countless "emotional powers" that were endlessly generated from the Baihui point on Han Yu's head.
As soon as these 'emotional powers' appeared, they quickly penetrated into the bodies of all the disciples present.
Being a monk who uses the power of emotion as his main training system, he is no stranger to this power. He carefully captured a trace of the power of emotion and actively absorbed it.
The moment the emotional power entered his body, Cheng Sheng realized that the 'emotional power' on Guangyu Star seemed to be formed by human luck.
Strictly speaking, the 'power of luck' cannot be regarded as human emotions, but this power seems to be able to serve as food for unspeakable creatures.
At the moment when he absorbed the 'power of luck', he heard a burst of electronic synthesized sounds ringing in his ears:
【Ding! Congratulations to the host, you have successfully bound the 'My proficiency can be infinitely improved' system. 】
interesting.
If Cheng Sheng realized something, he once again captured three 'powers of luck' emerging from Han Yu's body and absorbed them.
【Ding! Congratulations to the host, the 'I loaded the proficiency panel' system has been successfully bound. 】
【Ding! Congratulations to the host, you have successfully bound the 'I will live forever with my proficiency' system. 】
【Ding! Congratulations to the host, the 'I can extract proficiency' system has been successfully bound. 】
…
Ah, this
After hearing the names of these highly similar systems, Chengshuo subconsciously thought of the word 'following the trend'.
Existing on the Light Feather Star, this indescribable creature that feeds on human luck seems to have the ability to 'follow the trend'.
Just like some online authors, they like to copy cheats from other authors’ books.
The indescribable natives of this planet can also use the ability to 'follow the trend' to copy a large number of 'gold fingers' that are extremely similar.
'vomit'!
The moment he realized this, Chenghuo suddenly felt an uncontrollable feeling of vomiting, welling up from deep within him.
Immediately afterwards, he began to vomit wildly.
And it’s more than just survival.
All the monks present who had absorbed the 'Power of Luck' and were thus contaminated by the 'following' ability of the local unspeakable creatures began to vomit as if they were infected by the plague.
In severe cases, he may even vomit to death on the spot.
(End of chapter)
