Lingtong Mountain in the Xuanwu Mountains was designated as the location for this sect competition.
At midnight, the monks were already shuttled back and forth on the peak, and the bustling sounds could be heard. Some received orders to build the arena, and some disciples were planning the location of the stalls. The tense and busy atmosphere spread throughout corner.
The sect's competition is divided into three stages. First, the top 200 disciples from the outer sect will challenge the last 200 disciples from the inner sect. The winner will be promoted to the inner sect, and the loser will be demoted to the outer sect. Waiting for the next step. A three year arrival.
Chen Mo and Cheng An were both at the bottom of the inner sect disciples, so they had to participate in a competition to eliminate them in order to retain their status as inner sect disciples.
However, for Chen Mo, this was just a formality. If his cultivation at the thirteenth level of Qi Refining could not deal with a few ordinary outer disciples, he would have better just find a strong wall and hit him to death.
There were quite a few familiar disciples. Chen Mo looked far away and found seven or eight monks who had taken over tasks in the medicine garden under him in the rest area opposite. Naturally, they also saw Chen Mo, and they were so shocked that they could almost put down one of them. egg.
Why did the dignified Yaoyuan Deacon also come to join in the fun of the inner disciples’ elimination competition?
Chen Mo's expression remained calm and composed. He waved to them and continued to listen to Cheng An's introduction to the competition rules.
After the final elimination competition, the top 100 inner sect disciples will challenge the core disciples. It is the same as the outer sect disciples being promoted to the inner sect.
The second stage is over, and then comes the competition for the core disciples' ranking on the Qianxun Ranking.
This is the essence of every sect competition. Each battle between the core disciples brings dazzling fighting skills to other monks, allowing them to learn experience and skills from them so that they can better gain the upper hand in future battles. .
"Why are you starting to tremble?"
Chen Mo felt something was wrong. Cheng An's voice began to tremble and his whole body was shaking. Chen Mo put his hands on his shoulders. The huge pressure made Cheng An finally calm down.
"It made me laugh, boss. I was a little nervous when I arrived for the competition..." Cheng An said sheepishly, and Chen Mo glanced at him helplessly, not knowing what to say.
No wonder he is ranked so low. There is indeed a reason. The killing battle is about who is calmer and who makes the fewest mistakes. With his character, he is still the same as Chen Mo when he was a casual cultivator. Killing him is effortless.
"Have you heard? Senior brother didn't show up at all last night, leaving senior brother Gu Yao waiting for several hours!"
"Maybe you're afraid of him?"
"I don't know, who is Senior Brother Ye? You should just ignore him!"
...
"The battle between two sisters three years ago was really earth-shattering. I wonder if Senior Sister Tan, who is ranked 67th this year, will still challenge
Qu Long'er, the Silver Needle Witch in the top thirty! "
"It's very possible. According to rumors, Qu Long'er's strength has dropped sharply, and this challenge to Senior Sister Tan will be a fruitful one!"
"Not necessarily. What if the Silver Needle Witch deliberately spread the rumor to invite you to enter the jar? She wanted to take the opportunity to become famous in the sect..."
"Oh, it's so exciting, I can't wait!"
...
Chen Mo and the others were not the only ones who came early. As time passed, monks arrived one after another at the top of the mountain. They did not shy away from chatting. Chen Mo got a general idea, and most of them were talking about the competition for ranking on the Qianxun Ranking.
As for the promotion of the two identities, it is just an appetizer before the competition.
As soon as Chen hour arrived, the monks setting up stalls on the top of the mountain took action. There were stalls selling a dazzling array of goods, most of which focused on talisman compilation, with a pitiful lack of magic weapons and elixirs.
The latter two items, as long as there are no careless monks who forget them, will be prepared in advance and sold from the wells to the rivers. It is strange that there is business.
The sect's competition was a large-scale event for the Fuyun Sect. Even the disciples who did not participate in the competition came to join in the fun, and there was an endless stream of people. The twenty or so monks who set up stalls to entertain were very busy. They earned a lot of spiritual stones in just two hours. They were all beaming with joy. Cheng An wanted to dig up a few herbs. The herbs from the garden are sold here.
"Our channels for earning spiritual stones are different from theirs. Don't be envious. I have important things to entrust you with later."
Chen Mo didn't know what Cheng An was thinking. He coughed slightly and brought his thoughts back to reality. Cheng An was so shocked that he thanked him repeatedly and didn't dare to look around anymore.
Just as the two of them closed their eyes to relax, two female cultivators walked past them. One of them, a round-faced woman wearing a red brocade dress, casually glanced at Chen Mo and said in surprise: "Eh? You?" Is it Junior Brother Chen?!"
"Senior Sister Wang, you are fine."
Chen Mo also recognized that the female cultivator he was chatting with was Wang Meili, who he had been doing missions with when he first started. Because Chen Mo was targeted, they had no choice but to part ways.
When she called her like that, the remaining female cultivator also stopped. The plump and beautiful woman with creamy skin frowned slightly: "Beautiful, you guys..."
Chen Mo, wearing the robe of the deacon of the Medicine Garden, stood out like a chicken among the inner disciples. She had ten thousand doubts in her heart about Wang Meili knowing such a fellow disciple.
"Sister Qingyun, he is Chen Mo, the steward of the Herb Garden in the Far North Peak! We worked together a long time ago!" Wang Meili said to the woman behind him like she was showing off.
"Oh?" Xiang Qingyun looked at Chen Mo carefully again. His appearance was ordinary, but his background was very profound. As far as she knew, the Extreme North Peak belonged to the influence of the Zhan Pavilion Master, and she could serve as a medicine garden under him. Deacons must have their own unique qualities.
Maybe it would be useful in the future, so she bowed slightly and said, "Xiang Qingyun has met Daoyou Chen."
"You're welcome, fellow Taoist," Chen Mo glanced at him, and Cheng An immediately understood what he meant. He took out two sturdy wooden stools from the storage bag and invited them to sit down and chat for a while.
"Are the two senior sisters here to be promoted to core disciples?" Chen Mo asked first.
Wang Meili gave it a try and pretended to be mysterious: "Haha, Junior Brother Chen is half right!"
"Oh? Is it possible that there is someone else who has been promoted to core disciple?" Chen Mo said with a half-smile, "Could it be Taoist fellow Taoist Xiang?"
As soon as these words came out, Wang Meili was shocked. Even Xiang Qingyun was surprised: "Fellow Taoist...how did you know?"
"I was just making a wild guess. Could it be that I was right?"
Chen Mo smiled noncommittally and said calmly: "Chen is a little jealous to be able to marry such a virtuous and generous woman as Daoist Fellow Xiang."
Everyone doesn't like to be complimented, and Chen Mo obviously knows this. If he wants to pry open people's mouths and hear something useful, can he not say it with compliments?
Sure enough, after the confrontation, Xiang Qingyun let down his guard and started talking to Chen Mo and others about his Taoist companion.
From her mouth, Chen Mo learned that Xiang Qingyun's Taoist companion was named Shang Wanyang, and that he was ranked fifty-three inner disciples. This challenge was to join the ranks of the core disciples.
The fight started at three quarters in the afternoon. Shang Wanyang went to drink with a few friends and had not arrived yet. Under Chen Mo's deliberate guidance, he told Qing Yun several stories about the two people's acquaintance and encounter. Wang Meili The timely support from Chen Mo gave her the desire to talk and relaxed the originally reserved atmosphere.
After that, the topic switched to the sect competition.
"....Originally, Wan Yang didn't plan to be promoted to core disciple two years ago, but several of his friends got the news from nowhere and found out that the next promotion would be more difficult than this one. Several times, I finally made up my mind to change to this time. I am not fully prepared. If I am really eliminated, you two are not allowed to laugh at him."
The plump and beautiful woman had prepared an escape route in advance and said jokingly to avoid embarrassment and embarrassment.
"Oh? Sister Qingyun, what's the news?" Chen Mo asked casually.
He didn't put on the official airs of a Yaoyuan deacon, and he had given her enough face before. Now he asked without much embarrassment.
Xiang Qingyun looked around. Almost all the monks gathered together to chat. There were constant shouts and shouts. No one noticed them, so he lowered his voice and said, "If nothing else happens... the next three years will be forgotten." The land will be opened in advance!"
"The Forgotten Land?"
Not only Chen Mo and Cheng An, who was standing on guard, had not heard of it, but Wang Meili and others also looked at her in surprise: "Sister Qingyun, where is the place of oblivion?"
Seeing the two people staring at each other, Xiang Qingyun was also stunned: "You don't know?"
Seeing that the two were still in a confused state, she said helplessly: "You should really go to the sect's Kung Fu Pavilion when you have time. You don't even know about the important secret places related to your future practice."
"The origin of the Forgotten Land cannot be studied anymore. According to the sect's classics, it is located deep in the Three Thousand Mountains at the junction of Wei and Qin. It is a terrifying forbidden place that all foundation-building monks avoid. "
"I don't know who set up layers of restrictions around the Three Thousand Mountains. The power of the spell is extremely high. Except for the monks in the pill-forming stage who can resist for a moment, the foundation-building monks will die in less than a few breaths. , can be called one of the five great Jedi in the cultivation world of the Seven Kingdoms."
"But one day, a disciple from the Jiusha Palace accidentally broke the rules here. It turns out that every two years here, all the restrictions in the Three Thousand Mountains will be weakened for a short period, so in the next time period, , it was agreed upon that the elders of the three major sects of the Wei Kingdom went out in full force, and fourteen monks of the Dan Formation forced their way into the mountain, and finally discovered this hidden and forgotten place inside."
Blocked by the powerful restriction, a group of alchemy monks studied ways to break the ban. After some experiments, thirteen alchemy monks worked together to briefly break the formation, and sent the most prestigious one among them. The strong men in the later stage of Dan entered to explore the situation first, but within a few breaths of time after entering, there were signs that this forgotten land was about to collapse.
Before anyone could call him out, this powerful man in the late stage of pill formation took the lead and told everyone that this was a strange space full of heavenly materials and earthly treasures, but for some special reason, it could not be To accommodate high-level monks like them.
Unexpectedly, it was discovered that the remarks of this monk in the late stage of building the foundation immediately caused a sensation in several sects in Wei State. During the next weakening period, they sent several monks in the early stage of building the foundation to explore, but it was not long before they entered. About to collapse, the ancestors of the Jiedan were so frightened that they quickly called them out, and the rules were changed to only monks in the Qi Refining Stage entering.
In this way, the space of the Forgotten Land was stabilized. As the Qi Refining disciples of several sects extracted extremely rare elixirs, even some spiritual herbs that were extinct in the outside world were brought out. Not only The Wei State, and even the Qin State and the Yan State next door, could not sit still. They all approached the Wei State and asked for a share of the pie, otherwise they would start a complete fight to compete for the ownership of this place.
In order to settle the matter and not let the demonic monks take advantage of the situation, the three sects of Wei State thought about it and finally made the cultivation sects of the two countries pay a certain price in exchange for the right to enter this place for a long time.
So far, the eight sects will send a group of Qi refining disciples every two years to explore and obtain treasures, making a lot of money for a while, and the strength of the sects has also increased due to the Forgotten Land.
Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. Due to excessive collection and plundering, the elixirs in this secret realm gradually became scarce. At the same time, white ghosts that came from nowhere actually breed here. The monks in the Qi Refining Stage encountered them and even Before he could even scream, his three souls and seven souls were taken away and his body was left lying there.
In the Forgotten Land, what is more terrifying than the white ghost is the intrigue among the monks. Fights and even life-threatening situations for a spiritual medicine are constantly happening. However, for the sake of profit, each sect has chosen to remain silent. Just let things develop.
Regardless of this, it finally broke out during a search seventy-two years later. It was known as the most brutal search. More than 600 Qi refining disciples from eight sects entered, and only about 50 came out. The mortality rate as high as 90% made the senior leaders of various sects stand on the spot like a wake-up call.
Afterwards, several sects learned from the pain and made a series of improvements to this place: first, the time for opening the secret realm was extended from two years to twenty years, which improved the environment of the Forgotten Land and gave the elixir room to grow.
Secondly, the number of people entering in each batch was reduced, and only a small number of elite disciples from each sect were allowed to explore. This not only reduced the loss of people, but also tempered the minds of the younger generation.
Finally, the sect will also give large rewards to the disciples who enter the secret realm, but 70% of the heavenly materials and earthly treasures obtained must be handed over.
The issuance of several orders instantly delayed the life of the Forgotten Land, and also played a role in avoiding conflicts among the monks. At least the death rate was reduced by more than half, from the highest 90% to 30%, and it has been It remained at this stage for several years.
.
