The first day of the lunar month is an auspicious day.
There were people all around Tai Chi Square. Those who were still on the mountain, young and old, had finished their retreats to watch the excitement. Thousands of people showed up at the same time. Tai Chi Square was still empty, which showed how vast it was.
The registration statistics ended a few days ago, and they are divided into the Qi Refining Stage area, the Foundation Building Stage area, and the Golden Core Stage site far away at Lunjian Peak.
Set three first places respectively.
The competition in the Qi refining stage was very simple and the competition venue was very small. They were all young disciples who were just getting started. Many young Taoist boys gathered around, chattering and cheering, and it was quite lively.
The competition ground in the foundation building period.
The competition has begun, and Bai Yujun’s opponent is a senior who is in the early stage of foundation building.
He is a sword-wielding boy who seems to be a disciple of Yuxu's lineage. He is a disciple of the leader Li Xiangyan. He is gentle and indifferent, which is in line with Li Xiangyan's characteristics. He adheres to the gentleman's sword and has a generous personality.
If it was a Jinxu disciple with a hot temper, he would have rushed up with a heavy sword, while the Yuxu lineage would have been much more polite.
"Yuxu Luyan, I have met Junior Sister Bai."
Yuxu's disciple was polite and courteous. Bai Yujun didn't know him, but he knew Bai Yujun. However, there was a demon snake that had taken form on the mountain. It was difficult not to recognize him.
"Qingxu Bai Yujun."
"please."
Countless competition venues were competing at the same time. Bai Yujun, dressed in a white outfit, swinging his ponytail and swinging a heavy ruler, hit hard. The Yuxu disciple thought he could win easily, but he was suppressed.
For a time, the spells and sword moves were brilliant. The special training and observation in the past few days were very successful, which inspired Bai Yujun's current fighting power. I saw the slender white figure in the field wielding a huge heavy ruler to make the wind, and the delicate body had endless potential. The power made Lu Yan have to sigh that monsters are monsters. I am afraid this is only one of the advantages of monsters.
Last resort.
Bai Yujun burst out suddenly and appeared in front of Lu Yan. When the heavy ruler fell, he immediately pulled out the horizontal knife on his back and twisted his body to the side to slap Lu Yan's ribs with the blade.
Lu Yan's ribs hurt and he flew four meters away. He grinned, swallowed a pill, bowed politely and left indifferently.
Bai Yujun lamented that Li Xiangyan's Yuxu disciples really had the demeanor of a leader.
Among the densely packed names on the huge notice board in the distance, the three characters Bai Yujun appeared. The characters were written beautifully. They were announced to let the disciples know who had successfully advanced. It was the handwriting of an elder who was not doing his job and studying calligraphy. Maybe he knew that he His cultivation level could no longer improve, so he devoted himself wholeheartedly to calligraphy, which made him famous in the world of immortality.
After each competition, during a half-day break, Bai Yujun found an open space near Tai Chi Square to meditate.
After a while, Xu Ling came and sat next to her. She had already won. She just felt hungry and ran to buy some desserts and fried cakes from the disciples selling snacks at the stalls. She also kindly gave a few pieces to Bai Yujun.
In the afternoon, the game continues.
This time I met a disciple of Zixu. Zixu's lineage had no elixirs or magic weapons in their hearts, and they didn't care whether the cave aura was abundant or not. They only had swords in their hearts, and they all had the temperament of Qi Yun, the master of Zixu Peak. I only have sword-breaking skills, and my combat power ranks first in Chunyang Palace.
Standing on the field, the Zixu disciple said nothing, holding a sword with an old scabbard in his arms.
Bai Yujun did not dare to look down upon him. The person standing there seemed to be a sword standing in front of his eyes. The sword energy had reached the point where he could use it at will. His opponent was a female disciple of Zixu. She was not as delicate and soft as other female disciples of other lines. It's just infinite sword intent.
Playing against masters always yields unexpected benefits.
He took out his heavy ruler, kicked the ground hard with his feet and rushed towards Senior Sister Zixu...
Senior Sister Zixu drew her sword. There was no dazzling sword energy or gorgeous moves. It was just a thrust. Bai Yujun felt anxious and put the demon spirit attached to the heavy ruler in front of her body. She shook her palm to block the invisible sword energy.
The weak sword energy passed by his face, and a few black hairs fell silently...
Secretly sighing that Zixu's lineage is indeed not simple, he quickly pulled out the horizontal sword and changed the fighting style. The sword energy slashed and slashed, and finally got a tie with this senior sister Zixu. No wonder he rarely saw Zixu disciples. I'm so busy practicing swordplay all day long that I can't leave.
Zixu, Chunyang Palace’s true external force.
Whether some sects of cultivating immortals are causing trouble and harming the people or monsters are raging, as long as they see Zixu disciples, their faces will turn bitter. These Zixu disciples do not take pills or ask for magic weapons and focus on practicing swords. No matter what magic weapon you have or many spells, one sword Breaking all laws, when you concentrate on something to the extreme, you will become a master. This is absolutely true. Evil demons and evil cultivators have a deep understanding of Zixu's lineage.
Bai Yujun almost surrendered when the opponent used the real Selfless Sword. It was so awesome. It was really Selfless and Swordless.
At this time, Bai Yujun finally understood why those Lingxu disciples who were responsible for healing wounds and selling elixirs always stood outside the Zixu disciples' competition venue...
This competition lasted for a long time, so long that Yang Mu and Xu Ling came to watch the battle after their victory.
The other competition venues are basically finished, only a few are still attacking each other. In fact, it is almost over for other disciples at this time. They are tired and see no hope. No one is willing to fight to the end, but Zixu and this gang of sword idiots The word "give up" didn't come into my head at all, I didn't think about anything, I only had the will of the sword and never give up in my heart.
Finally, when it was time to eat dinner, Bai Yujun finally put the knife across the leg of Senior Sister Zixu and won.
Nodding, the senior sister Zixu turned and left.
Bai Yujun guessed that in her opinion, there was no winning or losing in the world. Just having a sword in the world was enough. Winning or losing was not important. It would be strange if this kind of sword fanatic would have low cultivation level in the future.
A passing Zixu disciple told Bai Yujun why the senior sister was so strong.
"That's our Senior Sister Gong from Zixu. She is the one with the highest cultivation level and the most powerful swordsmanship among her peers. The Peak Master praised her as the second Ganwu, but Senior Sister thinks she is herself, and having a sword is enough. Oh, by the way. , she has completed the Qi Refining Stage, and the Peak Master arranged for her to come to the Foundation Establishment Stage to try her skills."
"…………"
Bai Yujun, who was very tired, lamented that he was unlucky to meet a master in the second game. Although his level was low, his combat effectiveness was not low.
Listen to other people's opinions and just be yourself. A sword is enough.
Gan Wu, Chunyang Palace and even a celebrity in the world of immortality, Qi Yun's personal disciple, if Senior Sister Gong is a sword madman, then he is a sword madman, a madman who would give even Chu Zhe a headache.
On the notice board, Bai Yujun's name moved up a notch.
Night falls.
When he returned to Qingxu Palace, he threw himself on the bed so tired that he didn't want to move. Especially the game in the afternoon was so deadly. The game was based on drawing lots for the same cultivation level. In the end, regardless of whether he was in the early stage or perfect, he randomly played. Bai Yujun didn't expect to win the championship or anything. Top ten, it would be enough to be happy if you could get into the top five hundred.
Lying on the bed, he reached out and poured out a handful of waste pills from the jade bottle next to him and stuffed it into his mouth.
Outside the window is the annex of Qingxu Palace, where the emperor's daughter lives. Those who are still there at such a late hour also endorse it. The little prince pauses in studying, and occasionally Princess Xiangling has to correct her mistakes.
Lingxu Palace hurriedly cured the child's illness and had to send him back to the palace. The snake's head was getting bigger after being noisy and studying in the backyard all day long.
I became more and more sleepy, and finally curled up into a ball and fell asleep, with the bright moonlight outside the window...
