When Feng Yizi came into the world, he also surpassed the ranks and killed the foundation-building monks within dozens of rounds! Then they relied on the formation method to deal with multiple foundation-building monks, and finally made a surprise kill!
Although the number one evil cult force in Qingzhou Continent is the Evil Demon Sect, the Four Immortal Sects are not afraid of it. Each Evil Demon Sect only has two powerful Jindan masters. Even the seven major families can compete openly!
However, this Devil's Valley has to be wary of this sect, which has a mysterious origin, and every person who enters the world has the talent of golden elixir! There used to be several great golden elixir experts from the Four Immortal Sects who jointly calculated and calculated that the number of golden elixir experts in Demon Valley was no less than six, possibly even more!
Besides the people from Demon Valley, who else could be so defiant? He severely injured the Foundation Establishment monk with Qi Gathering cultivation, and it was just two punches!
Yan Nantian frowned deeply, and after a long time he said, "What is the state of a person who has joined the world?"
The three people here are all disciples of the Devil Valley and have Qi gathering cultivation, but the realm Yan Nantian said has another meaning.
That is, how many levels of Qi gathering does that disciple have?
When Feng Yizi entered the world, he used the 12th level of Qi gathering to build the foundation, and was invincible in the same realm!
However, the current disciple who has entered the world is probably even stronger than Feng Yizi! More genius!
Zhang Qing knocked on the table and said: "I'm afraid he is no weaker than Feng Yizi back then! At least he is already at the twelfth level of Qi Gathering!"
At least what he said was a conservative estimate. According to what the foundation-building disciple said, if he was seriously injured within two moves, he would have already reached the thirteenth level of Qi Gathering! As for the fourteenth or fifteenth level of Qi gathering, I dare not even think about it.
Throughout the ages, in Qingzhou Continent, only the legendary Nascent Soul, the powerful one, could build the fourteenth level of Qi gathering before building the foundation! As for the fifteenth floor, it has never happened.
"I'm afraid that the disciples who entered the world this time in Moyou Valley really came here for Luo Yun's secret realm. I once heard Ancestor Yan say that this time the secret realm is opened, treasures will be born!" Yan Nantian said in a low voice.
"Treasure? Could it be a fake artifact!" Zhang Qing's body shook and he stood up suddenly.
If there is really a fake artifact born, then after the Luo Yun Secret Realm is opened this time, even the golden elixir powers from all walks of life will be dispatched! It is not surprising that the disciples of Moyougu join the world.
"It shouldn't be a fake artifact." Yan Nantian pondered for a while and said again. "But the most important thing right now is that if the disciples of Moyougu enter the world and enter Luo Yun's secret realm, who can stop them?"
Zhang Qing was silent. Indeed, even the disciples who entered the world could severely injure the foundation-building monks. No matter how many late-stage Qi-gathering monks were defeated individually, they would probably be able to keep all the disciples of the Four Immortals Sect inside.
"Fellow Daoist Yan, as the headmaster of the Immortal Sect, is there anyone who is a genius?" Zhang Qing asked.
"Alas, it's hard to describe in one sentence. Although Senior Nephew Cheng Long was at the eleventh level of Qi Gathering ten years ago, he had already entered the foundation building stage. Now I'm afraid there is no inner sect left." Yan Nantian was really worried this time.
Among the core disciples, such as Chu Feibai, Ouyang Xiu, Gong Shiyue, etc., they all started building the foundation after gathering Qi for the tenth level. There are only eleven levels of foundation building, but even so, they are still very strong among the foundation building people!
If the core disciples enter, their cultivation will be suppressed until Qi gathering is complete. Even so, in the same realm, I am afraid that I can't defeat the worldly disciple.
"I'm afraid there are no outstanding people among other immortal sects." Yan Nantian shook his head. In the final analysis, the new generation of disciples in the Four Immortals Sect are still no match for Demon Valley.
"Haha, I don't think so." At this moment, Liu Baifeng said from the side.
"Oh?" The two of them looked at the old woman almost at the same time, a little surprised.
"It seems that Sect Leader Yan doesn't care much about his disciples!" Liu Baifeng shook his head.
Yan Nantian frowned and didn't understand why Liu Baifeng said this. But he still said: "I wonder what Fellow Daoist Liu means by this?"
Liu Baifeng slowly said: "It was also three months ago that my incompetent nephew encountered some foundation-building monks on the way. If he hadn't been rescued by someone, he would have died."
Yan Nantian and Zhang Qing listened quietly.
"Fortunately, I met a monk and rescued him." Liu Baifeng paused and then said, "That force severely injured the foundation-building monk."
"Listen to what my nephew said, that man's cultivation level is no more than Qi Gathering Perfection!"
"Who is that person?" Even Zhang Qing, who was in the liquid condensation stage, couldn't help but ask.
"Who is it? Hahaha, you have to ask Fellow Taoist Yan." Liu Baifeng sneered.
Yan Nantian frowned and heard the deeper meaning. He snorted coldly and said, "Could this person that Fellow Daoist Liu was talking about be a disciple of my Luoyun Sect?" "If there really is this person in the sect, as the leader of the Luoyun Sect, how could he not know about it?
"Fellow Daoist Liu was joking, maybe that person is a disciple of Demon Valley." Zhang Qing also didn't believe it. How could there be only two such incredible geniuses popping up at once? And this kind of genius is rare even for the Luoyun Sect to cultivate!
"Hmph, he claims to be a disciple of the Luoyun Sect. How can a disciple of the Moyou Valley still call himself a disciple of his sect?" Liu Baifeng snorted coldly.
Indeed, although the Four Immortals Sect is the strongest sect in Qingzhou Continent, Demon Valley is even more powerful. As long as all the disciples who have entered the world do not perish, they will achieve the Golden Elixir Great Way. With the arrogance in their hearts, they will definitely not call themselves other sects!
Yan Nantian's right hand shook suddenly, and the tea cup in his hand fell down with a crisp sound.
"What's that person's name?" Yan Nantian had already seen that Liu Baifeng was not deliberately entertaining.
"I heard from my nephew that the man's name is Chu Cheng?" Liu Baifeng frowned.
She also saw that Yan Nantian didn't seem to know about this disciple. Could it be that he really lied about the sect and concealed him?
...
"Huo!" shouted softly!
It started to rain in an instant!
The rain came so violently that every drop of rain falling on the ground would make a thumping sound, like iron beads hitting the ground.
"Lotus Sword Rain!" A young man in brown robe slashed down with his sword with precise fingers, only to see the surrounding area covered with rain.
The rainwater dripped on the ground and splashed like lotus flowers blooming in the water.
"Hmph! What a trick!" A tall man on the opposite side sneered, rushed forward, and slashed down with his sword.
The rain made a tinkling sound when it fell on the ground, but it made no sound when it fell on the knife.
But when the tall man stepped into the rain, his expression suddenly changed.
Each drop of rainwater weighs half a pound, but in this continuous stream, thousands of drops fall with every breath. Under this huge pressure, the tall man felt like a mountain was crashing down!
Before the sword was drawn, another sword had already struck.
The continuous rain also gathered at this moment, turning into a huge lotus flower and crashing into the tall man with great speed.
The tall man's expression changed, and he hurriedly backed away, wanting to leave this rainy land, but the sword was so powerful that his movements were slowed down.
Lianhua followed the sword and hit the tall man.
With a scream, the tall man was instantly blasted out!
The tall man spurted out a mouthful of blood, stopped his body forcefully, and slashed with his backhand.
boom!
The brown-robed young man casually struck out with his sword to block the sword's energy, and struck again with his right hand. The rain fell in vain again!
The tall man barely managed to hold on for more than twenty moves. Finally, he couldn't hold on any longer. He took back his sword and hurriedly shouted: "I surrender!"
The young man in brown robe smiled slightly, took back his hands, cupped his fists and said with a smile: "I accept!"
Of these two people, the brown-robed young man is a disciple of the Liu family, and the tall man is an inner disciple of the Luoyun Sect.
Yan Nantian, the head of the Luoyun Sect, and the stewards of the Zhang and Liu families were discussing matters in the hall, while the great elder Ji Dongbei and the elder of the Penal Palace, Bai Qiushui, together with the elders of the Zhang and Liu families in the Condensation Stage, hosted an exchange and discussion meeting in the main hall square.
Up to now, the disciples of Luoyun Sect have lost ten times in a row, and every time they lost to this young man in brown robe.
This young man in brown robe only had the eighth level of Qi gathering, but he won ten of his ten battles. The more fierce the battles, the more fierce the battles were. Most of the ten inner disciples of the Luoyun Sect were at the eighth level of Qi gathering. There were even two who were at the ninth level of Qi gathering, but they still managed to hold on. Not hundreds of rounds.
Ji Dongbei, who was presiding on the side, kept smiling and said to the late Qi Gathering disciples behind him: "The Lotus Sword Technique of the Liu family, known as invincible defense, is a top-grade Huang-level technique. Although this young man of the Liu family has only touched a little It's superficial, but it can also be called a small success. It has been practiced to the point where the sword's intention can take shape, and its attack and defense are integrated, which can be called an excellent technique."
Ji Dongbei said again: "You must remember that this lotus sword rain cannot be defeated, let alone enter the field of rain! Unless you are like that little guy, with the best single spiritual root, the original attribute between heaven and earth, you can Use it however you want!”
After saying this, the expressions of the inner disciples behind him changed.
Ji Dongbei's implication is that for Huang-level top-level exercises, unless you have learned the same-level exercises, have reached Qi Gathering Perfection, or have the same genius with a single top-level spiritual root! You can go and fight, otherwise don't go and embarrass yourself.
"Disciple is brave and wants to go up and give it a try." A disciple stepped forward and saluted Ji Dongbei.
"Nine levels of Qi Gathering? A single spiritual root?" Ji Dongbei nodded and allowed to go. Although it was only a high-grade single water spiritual root, it would not be hindered as much as others under the rain of lotus swords. Coupled with the difference in cultivation level, it can basically be evened out.
"Xie Feng!" The disciple came up to the stage and said to the brown-robed young man.
Xie Feng, one of the top thirty inner disciples, is also extremely powerful. If not, he would not have been sent to Huang Country to recruit new disciples.
"Liu Suiyu! Please show mercy, senior brother." As soon as the young man in brown robe reported his name, he thrust out his sword, a storm was coming!
The rain fell with the sword, covering the competition stage in an instant!
Xie Feng snorted coldly, and stabbed out with the same sword. The sword energy shot into this area, melting the rainwater, and directly opened a large mouth.
"Lotus Sword Rain, nothing more than that." Xie Feng sneered and stabbed out with his sword again.
"Thirty-six whirlwind swords!" Xie Feng stabbed out with one sword, and then stabbed with thirty-six swords one after another. As these thirty-six stabs went down, the strong wind roared on the competition stage, creating a storm.
