The high platform on the pool is so wide that five hundred people can stand spaced apart.
In order to ensure that the monks watching the battle could see clearly, the water curtains on all sides rose up, and the faces and clothes of everyone on the stage were completely revealed and were thrown onto the water curtain.
After the disciples of Judgment used the magic weapon and the sound of the bell sounded, the five hundred foundation builders sat down calmly with their eyes closed.
There are formations around the high platform, and no sound or movement below the platform can affect it in the slightest.
After all the foundation-building monks had entered samadhi, the white-robed Taoist made a seal with one hand, stepped forward, and yelled: "Suppress!"
Zhao Shun and others didn't notice anything at all, but the five hundred foundations seemed to have suffered a heavy blow. Their faces were pale and pale. What's worse, their whole bodies were shaking like chaff, and their shoulders and necks were shaking violently. However, before half a stick of incense arrived, some people broke away from their trance. The Judgment disciple pointed his whisk at him, and the Ning Yuan cultivator captured these people with his big hands.
However, the people in the audience did not dare to show any sarcasm. These foundation-building disciples were carefully selected from various major sects. What they endured today was the pressure of the Fenxuan stage, which was no small matter.
In the four years since Zhao Chun entered the sect, she has never seen Taoist Taoist Tusheng, the head of the sect. When Yue Zongfangdu came, it was the first time she saw the Fenxuan period. Even though they were far away, there were three elders of the sect Ning Yuan who were pressing the formation. They were like The pressure as deep as the ocean was still rushing towards them. Although Qiu Yingying and Li Shu are in the late Ningyuan period, compared with Fang Dunian, they are still the brilliance of fireflies.
If she felt this way, how much more so for the disciples on the stage who were facing such pressure?
Next to the disciple of Judgment, there was a huge incense stick nine feet thick as an arm burning. After the whole stick of incense was burned out, only half of the five hundred foundations were left. One of the three people from the Lingzhen sect returned to his position with an annoyed look on his face. Huo Zixun comforted him with a few words and let him adjust his breathing on his own. After that, he still had to pass the second and third levels, so he had to calm down. .
In addition to Liu Xuan, another Lingzhen disciple also left the scene when the second incense stick was halfway burning. After hearing what he said, all the disciples realized that the pressure became heavier as they went to the back. The number of incense sticks doubled compared to the first stick.
It was not convenient for him to chat with his disciples, and after revealing a few words of information, he sat in meditation again and regulated the true energy in his body.
There were fewer and fewer people on the high platform, and the remaining foundation-building monks became more and more conspicuous.
After the third pillar of incense burned out, there were only five people left on the stage!
Among these five people, one was Liu Xuan, and one was the male disciple of the Chi Beast Sect who came to the stage on the Pengniao. Among the remaining three, two were Rong Qingshan disciples in green and white robes. Only one person, Zhao Chun, did not listen to Liu Xuan. As mentioned before, he should be from a low-end sect.
Anyone with a discerning eye knows that these five are probably the ones with the best results in this level of difficulty, but it remains to be seen who will win.
To those watching the battle, time was like running water, but for the five people under pressure, it felt like their days were like years.
Suddenly, someone moved!
It was the disciple of the Chi Beast Sect who finally couldn't withstand the pressure that came like a wave and broke out of trance. His whole body was covered with sweat and his lips were white. After opening his eyes, he saw that there were four people left around him, which meant that he was not the first person in this level. He was disappointed and was unexpectedly captured by a big hand.
For one person, there were two, a disciple from Yirong Qingshan and a disciple from Namulu Sect broke out one after another and were captured.
For a moment, only Liu Xuan and another Rong Qingshan disciple were left on the stage. Two figures, Hulan and Qingbai, were sitting at both ends of the high stage.
Li Shu was sitting there, holding his breath and concentrating, and the hand he was stroking unconsciously slowed down. Liu Xuan really gave him a big surprise today. Although she was a direct disciple, Liu Xuan was obsessed with alchemy. Li Shu could not teach her more, and the relationship between master and disciple was weak.
As for building the foundation, one day Liu Xuan returned to the sect and reported to her master, saying that she had found a spiritual object outside and built a spiritual foundation. During this period, Li Shu was not involved at all, not even as a protector. He could only vaguely sense that her spiritual power was extraordinary, and her alchemy skills were even more astonishing.
But Li Shu never imagined that Liu Xuan's foundation could already compare with the top disciples of the three major sects, and was even higher among them.
Liu Xuan and the Rong Qingshan disciple were just one breath away from each other and came to their senses. It was a pity that she missed the first place, but she was not annoyed at all. She didn't need to grab it with her big hands, she called out the leaves and floated to her seat. On the other hand, Rong Qingshan's disciple was still extremely surprised after he won the title of 500 people. Among the ten foundation-building periods of the sect, although he could not compare with the first brother Ning Fu, his own strength could definitely make him into the top three. The old leader of the Lingzhen Sect, which has declined, can actually produce such a talented disciple!
Seeing her end, Li Shu opened and closed his lips several times, but finally said nothing. Everyone has their own destiny, just let it go.
"Congratulations, senior sister!" Zhao Chun stood up to welcome her to her seat and congratulated her. The other qi training disciples around him also congratulated you and expressed their honor.
"It's not too early to congratulate me. It's never too late to say it again after passing the three levels." She was quite confident and took Zhao Shun to sit down together. She looked calm, with only a thin layer of sweat on her forehead. However, Knowing that the next level is more difficult, I closed my eyes slightly and settled into meditation to adjust my breath.
There is only two hours between the two levels, which is not good for the monk who ends up later.
However, Liu Xuan was an alchemy cultivator. She took out a bottle of energy-restoring elixir from her body and held it in her mouth. Zhao Xuan could immediately feel the surrounding spiritual energy flowing towards her. The other disciples who left the scene also used elixirs to assist in regulating their breath, but their effectiveness was far inferior to what Liu Xuan used. Zhao Chun guessed that it was her own improved elixirs that were not yet known to outsiders.
Another loud bell sounded, which meant that two hours had passed and the five hundred monks had to enter again.
After passing the first level, the people in the audience already knew which ones were the leaders, and they couldn't help but pay attention to these people, wanting to see how knowledgeable they were.
The second level is a virtual shadow, a test of understanding.
If the foundation comes from diligent practice, then the word understanding is what blocks most monks from genius.
What Zhao Chun does to the way of swordsmanship is what Liu Xuan does to the way of alchemy. Perhaps the monks are mediocre at first, but their understanding is truly revealed when they find a way that suits their body.
The shadowy figures of monks on the field are either holding swords, whips, or various magical instruments, or they are standing empty-handed, forming seals and performing rituals.
Liu Xuan was the only one, and the scene beside her was quite strange. It was a figure with a vague face and a graceful figure. Hanging above the figure was a huge cauldron.
"She wants to fight for alchemy!" The person who said this was an Elder Ning Yuan from the Dancheng Sect, and a first-class alchemy master of the Huang rank. Seeing this situation, he actually stood up from his seat with his eyes wide open.
