The Jiuyang Sect of Jiuyang Mountain in Minzhou is one of the six major immortal cultivating sects in the Lei Kingdom.
There is an ancient immortal stone in the sect that can be used to understand the Taoist heart. It has been hidden for more than 3,500 years. If your Taoist mind is stable and you successfully comprehend it, you will unexpectedly obtain high-quality skills that are suitable for you.
Every year, the Jiuyang Sect holds a Tao Dao Martial Arts Competition that only occurs once every three years. The other five sects and casual cultivators from all walks of life can come to compete, but the prerequisite is that they are within the third level of Qi Lian and the ninth level of Qi Lian.
If someone can win the top four in the competition, he can meditate on the Taoist Heart in front of the Immortal Stone for seven days.
"Look! It's the two senior sisters Yuqiong and Fengya."
The two sword energies intertwined and paralleled in the air, forming a blue and blue light, which caused strong winds to pass through.
"Sure enough, they are the two beauties from Jiuyang Sect." Mu Nansheng, a disciple of the Daoxu Sect, looked like a disciple, staring at the two fairies without leaving his eyes for a moment, and murmured: "If I can be with one of them, Being a Taoist companion, my whole life, Mu Nansheng, is worth it."
"Oh? Really? Look at how you look like a disciple. As far as I know, Fairy Yuqiong, who is a few years older, has already been in love with Jiuyang Sect's eldest disciple, Senior Brother Qingzong. As for Fairy Fengya... You’d better not think about it.”
Bing Changhai, the great disciple of Luoshen Valley, is in the early stage of foundation building. He is wearing a blue robe. He looks gentle and kind, but he seems to be able to deal with anyone.
"Senior Brother Changhai, how do you say this?"
Mu Nansheng asked unwillingly.
"Half a year ago, Jiuyang Sect recruited a disciple. A young man with mediocre qualifications resisted the fire of a stick of incense in the entrance trial. At that time, that guy was admired by many people. "Bing Changhai said as he looked at a handsome young man in yellow among the disciples of Jiuyang Sect, and continued: "But even so, his qualifications are still too poor. The five elders of Jiuyang Sect are all He refused to accept him as a disciple. In the end, the head of Jiuyang Sect, Taoist Huoyang, thought of his perseverance and perseverance until the end under the three desires of greed, anger and ignorance. In the past hundreds of years, that guy was the first one."
Asking about the Three Absolute Fires is to examine people's three great desires of greed, anger, and ignorance. If you can't resist these, then what's the point of cultivating immortality?
"Then what does this have to do with Feng Ya?"
Mu Nansheng scratched his head and said in confusion.
"Feng Ya is a disciple of Taoist Lingyue of Jiuyang Sect. Everyone knows that Taoist Lingyue and Taoist Huoyang have been Taoist lovers for hundreds of years. Of course Fengya will also get to know Taoist Huoyang's only disciple. I heard Ah, Feng Ya cares about that guy very much."
Although Bing Changhai was talking and laughing, in his heart he wanted to see how Mu Nansheng, a big lover, would face his love rival.
"Tell me, what's his name?"
Mu Nansheng was furious for a moment and said angrily.
Before Bing Changhai could speak, Feng Ya was dressed in green clothes, with a stunning posture, slender legs, and a temperament not inferior to that of her senior sister Yu Qiong.
As soon as Feng Ya landed on the ground, she walked towards the disciple in yellow among the disciples.
"Junior brother Bai, today's martial arts competition, senior sister is here to cheer you up!" Feng Ya took out a unique kit and handed it to Bai Nian, and said with a smile: "Take it! It's for you, this is for my training It took seven days to refine the middle-grade spirit-restoring pills, but only these two were produced."
"Senior Sister Feng, this... this is too valuable, I dare not accept it."
Bai Wang took two steps back and quickly waved his hand to decline.
"You guy, my junior sister was afraid that you would get hurt, so she used the best spiritual grass to refine the spirit-restoring pill for you." Seeing Feng Ya's face looking a little sad, Yu Qiong deliberately threatened, "If you don't want to take it, then I will ask Qing Zong to cancel your martial arts qualification."
For this martial arts competition and to no longer live the life of being bullied by others, Bai Ran had to stand on the stage and win back his dignity no matter what.
yes! Half a year ago, Bai Ran's parents abandoned him when he was young. If an old beggar hadn't picked him up, I'm afraid he would no longer be alive.
"Senior Sister Feng, don't be angry." Bai Nian smiled and took the two pills in Feng Ya's hand, and politely thanked him: "Thank you, Senior Sister, for taking care of me."
This scene made Mu Nansheng angry and hateful, and he wished he could rush forward and have sex with Bai Han for a few rounds now. However, due to his own image and the harmony between the two factions, he didn't dare to act recklessly even if he had ten courages.
At this time, disciples from various sects and casual cultivators from all walks of life were gathered on the Purple Gold Summit of Jiuyang Mountain. They were surrounded by cliffs. The location where they stood was just on a relatively flat and wide mountainous area.
Suddenly, a powerful aura fell from the sky, and seven rays of golden light flew over the heads of the disciples, transforming into seven immortal elders wearing purple robes. The red-haired old man standing in the middle looked at everyone with a serious face, and then, appeared in the palm of his hand. Three groups of red flames formed by a piece of spiritual power can be waved into the sky to form three huge battlefields of red flames.
"This competition is for the junior cultivators to seek their own Taoist heart. It is limited to one stick of incense and a wheel battle to win the top four. All factions and monks are invited to challenge freely. You can also designate one person as your opponent. Click on Until then, the end time is at hour A the next day.”
The red-haired old man spoke.
Mu Nansheng couldn't wait to have a big fight, just to let Feng Ya see who is the man who really deserves her care.
"Elite disciple of the Xu Dao Sect, Mu Nansheng is willing to be the first to come." Mu Nansheng looked at Bai Ran and said confidently: "I want to challenge the new disciple of the Jiuyang Sect, Junior Brother Bai Ran."
The red-haired old man looked at the two of them with some surprise. He must be Bai Ran's master, Taoist Huoyang. With his cultivation in the late Jindan period, it was not difficult to see how strong Mu Nansheng was. At this moment, he couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed for Bai Ran. So sweaty.
"Okay! I am willing to accept this senior brother's challenge."
Bai Ran looked at the other party with firm eyes.
Mu Nansheng summoned the flying sword at his feet, and in just a blink of an eye, it flew to the first battlefield. Then, the flying sword came to Mu Nansheng's hand, exuding a strong and sharp aura.
"Junior Brother Bai, be careful! That guy is at the seventh level of the Qi Refining Stage, and the flying sword he is holding is a middle-grade yellow-level magic weapon. The sword skills practiced by those guys from the Xu Dao Sect are not inferior to Master Jianqing's Qingtian Sword Gang Jue .”
Feng Ya looked at Bai Ran with some worry. The difference from the other disciples of Jiuyang Sect was that those people thought that if Bai Ran lost the competition, he would lose the face of the master, but Feng Ya was sincerely afraid. He is injured.
"Sister, don't worry, I have my own plan to deal with it."
After saying that, a pair of red flame wings flashed out from behind Bai Lan and shot straight into the sky. The vigorous energy of the fire spell was circulating around his body, like a fire phoenix.
"At the fourth level of Qi refining, he has actually mastered the true meaning of the red flames of the master brother. Although he has only reached the second level of cultivation, his foundation is very solid. However, if he faces an opponent stronger than him, as well as Na Mu Nansheng I also have a yellow-level medium-grade magic weapon in my hand, so I’m afraid it will be difficult to win.”
Taoist Shuiyun shook his head repeatedly.
"Senior Brother Shuiyun, it's in vain to conclude this before the fight begins! Could it be that... you are questioning the vision of the head brother? Then can you take a bet with me? I think Senior Nephew Bai Wang can win."
Taoist Jianqing has always been at odds with Taoist Shuiyun. The two are equally powerful and often make bets on their disciples.
"Hey! You're bound to lose every bet with me. I'm afraid you'll lose again this time, Junior Brother Jianqing."
Taoist Shuiyun stroked his long beard proudly, betting that Bai Ran would lose this match. Just because Bai Ran's qualifications were mediocre, none of the five elders were willing to accept him as a disciple. If Taoist Huoyang hadn't taken a fancy to Bai Ran's amazing perseverance, the boy might have had no chance of cultivating immortality.
