Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

Chapter 504: The Chosen Compass! (1 more)
"Eat it!"

No matter how unwilling he was, Cao Tailai couldn't ignore the value of a fourth-order elixir. Although Ximen Chuiliu didn't suffer any injuries, eating this elixir would be of great benefit to his future cultivation.

Ximen Chuiliu clenched his fists, he didn't understand why Cao Tailai accepted this pill, but when he saw the four pill patterns on the pill, he still took the pill even though he felt 1 unhappy , "Gulu" and swallowed.

The fourth-order Concentration Pill with four pill patterns!
This means that he may have a chance to break through the No.11 pulse door!
"How about it, is the Siwen Ningshen Pill delicious?" Ling Feng smiled jokingly, making a group of disciples and elders of Liuyun Sword Sect blushing with embarrassment, but they couldn't even fart.

What is the backbone, in front of the fourth-order concentration pill, it doesn't matter anymore!
"Come, come, the four-pattern Concentration Pill is nothing, I still have the Nine-Paint Concentration Pill here, Elder Yao, distribute it, everyone has it!"

As he said that, the brilliance of the Naling Ring in Ling Feng's hand flashed, and a jade-colored porcelain bottle fell into his palm, and he handed it to Elder Yao.

Jiuwen Concentration Pill!
Everyone's pupils shrank suddenly.

This……

In comparison, the Siwen Concentration Pill is at best a semi-finished product!

Cao Tailai's old face became hot for a while, no wonder the new head of Wen Xianzong was so willing to throw out the four-grain concentration pills, he actually has a whole big bottle of nine-grain concentration pills!
He put aside his dignity for a Siwen Concentration Pill, but it turned out that the Siwen Concentration Pill was in someone else's place, and it couldn't be put on the table at all!
For a moment, Cao Tailai was silent, clenched his fists tightly, and said through gritted teeth: "Be proud, you can be proud now!"

On the ring in the middle, Daoist Yun squinted his eyes that day, and thought to himself: This young man is so mysterious, he can take out the pills of the nine pill patterns casually, could it be that there is another statue behind them asking Xianzong? The support of Grandmaster Alchemy?

If that's the case, it's horrific.

It can be said bluntly that a alchemy master can make the overall strength of a sect improve by leaps and bounds in the shortest possible time.

This farce did not affect the progress of the entire three sects of martial arts.

Daoist Tianyun lived a long time after all, he put away his contempt for Ling Feng, cleared his throat, and raised his voice, "I don't know what to call this new head of Asking Immortal Sect?"

"My sect, Ling Feng!"

Ling Feng stood with his hands behind his back, with a domineering look in his eyes.

Under such circumstances, modesty means nothing.

"Sure enough, it's a boy born from a hero!" Daoist Tianyun laughed loudly, "Okay, since the Taoist friends from Wenxianzong and Liuyunjianzong have all arrived, then the three sects' martial arts will proceed according to the old rules. The first is the battle of disciples."

"According to the rules handed down by the ancestors of the three sects, the duel between the disciples is decided by the heavenly election. After the two disciples decide the winner, they will choose the next opponent. The winner can continue to fight, and the loser will be eliminated."

"Each sect's disciples win one game, and they will accumulate one point. Finally, according to the proportion of the three disciples' points, they will allocate various training resources in the Xianzong Mountains. If they win more than two games in a row, they will earn an extra point for each game!"

The rules of the competition are very simple. The so-called natural selection means that two numbers are randomly selected from a gold plate directly in front of the ring.

Daoist Tianyun said slowly: "On the Martial Arts Arena, life and death depend on each other's destiny. Alright, the battle of disciples begins now."

After the words were finished, Daoist Tianyun flew to the edge of the golden compass, and said calmly: "For the sake of fairness, the first rotation of the Tianxuan compass should be carried out by Liuyunjian Sect Sect Master and Wenxian Sect Sect Master together."

Ling Feng touched the bridge of his nose, turned his head to look at Elder Yao, and asked in a deep voice, "Elder Yao, how do you draw the compass for the day's election?"

"It's very simple." Elder Yao smiled and said, "Did you see the golden plate beside Daoist Yun that day? You only need to infuse a ray of true energy, and the compass will turn. The compass on the top is divided into three parts: A, B, and C The first area, A[-], represents the No. [-] disciple of the Liuyun Sword Sect. When we asked about the numbers of the Xianzong, they were C[-] to BingTen."

"I see." Ling Feng raised his eyebrows, "Then what if we get a number from the same clan?"

"No, this is the magic of Tianxuan Compass, there will definitely be two numbers from the same area at a time."

"understood."

Ling Feng nodded slightly, swept his body, and flew onto the ring.

At the same time, Cao Tailai of Liuyun Sword Sect also flew up, and the two looked at each other, Cao Tailai's eyes were obviously full of anger, while Ling Feng completely ignored Cao Tailai's angry eyes.

In his eyes, a martial artist of Cao Tailai's level is nothing more than a clown.

If it wasn't for asking Xianzong, he wouldn't have the heart to bully them.

"Start turning the chosen compass."

Following Tianyun Daoist's words, Ling Feng and Cao Tailai injected a burst of true energy into the edge of the compass at the same time, and the two pointers turned quickly.

Then, two numbers appeared respectively.

A three!

B[-]!

Daoist Tianyun took out a roster and said loudly: "Okay, the two suzerains can go back first. Next, I invite Mo Tingfeng, the No. [-] disciple of Liuyun Jianzong, and Yan Wentao, the No. [-] disciple of Wenxianzong, to fight on stage!"

Cao Tailai gave Ling Feng a hard look, then grinned and said, "Look, among the top ten disciples of my Liuyun Sword Sect, there is no weak one!"

"Really?" Ling Feng shrugged, even if the other nine disciples of Xianzong were defeated in all nine battles, there is still one Lin Xian'er, which is enough to turn things around.

He has no doubts about it.

If a Tianzi disciple of Tianli Academy can't achieve this level, then Lin Xianer's teacher, Tong Chengtai, the vice president of Tianli Academy, would not accept her as a student.

Yan Wentao, 26 years old, is at the eighth level of the Pulse Condensation Realm. Although he is not very outstanding, he can be regarded as a relatively top-notch group of disciples among the inner sect disciples of Wen Xianzong.

After all, when Ling Feng was not the head of Wenxianzong, he suppressed the Jagged Alliance forcefully, and defeated many elites of Wenxianzong's younger generation.

Later, when Ling Feng became the head of the sect, those members of the Jagged Alliance who had sinned against Ling Feng died and fled, which also led to the embarrassing situation of Wen Xianzong now.

"Just do your best." Ling Feng patted Yan Wentao's shoulder. In his eyes, this disciple who was still his own age was like a junior.

"Yes, Sect Master!"

Yan Wentao was still holding the elixir that Ling Feng had distributed just now, even for this Jiuwen Concentration Pill, he must not embarrass Wen Xianzong.

Even if you lose, you can't lose too ugly!

"Dawdling! Come up and die!"

Mo Tingfeng from Liuyun Sword Sect snorted softly, swung the long sword in his hand, and looked stern.

Just now Wen Xianzong made them lose face of Liuyun Jianzong. In this martial arts competition, he will ruthlessly trample Wen Xianzong's disciples under his feet to restore the lost face.

(End of this chapter)