surnamed Wang

Zongmen Xiaobi was crowded with people, except for the disciples who went out to perform missions and retreat, most of the rest came.

The fighting arena is located in the middle of the sky, and many disciples in the foundation building period of Qi training have not yet learned the method of floating in the air. If they want to watch the battle, they have to buy amulets out of their own pockets. It is not a problem to use it for three days and three nights in a row, and the price is naturally not cheap.

The talisman papers sold by the rest of the monks are either made of cats or tigers, or are made of inferior materials, and usually have to be replaced after a morning of use. Fortunately, the price is only one-tenth of that of Qitang talisman paper, so they are very popular among low-level monks.

In a cave on the east side of Yanjun Peak, Wang Bingquan was arranging his hairstyle, and his young apprentice Nie Zhongliang was serving water and handing towels, serving him very attentively.

"Zhongliang, this is the hanging talisman I asked for yesterday from Miss Yanlu, and you will distribute it to several brothers and sisters later."

"Yes."

The boy took it, carefully folded it and put it in his sleeve.

"Oh, by the way, how is Xu Tiedan doing recently?"

"Return to Master, you let him face the wall for a month, and he just came out at this moment."

"Tell him when you give the charm later, don't gamble like others. There is a saying that the dog will die if he gambles."

As soon as the words were finished, a yellow dog walked in with a basket in its mouth. When it saw Wang Quanquan, its tail wagged unconsciously. It didn't even bother to put down the basket and said vaguely:
"Master, did you call me?"

"I didn't mention you, how is your practice doing recently?"

"Okay." The yellow dog put down the basket, "I have been practicing the exercises you gave me, and now I have reached the fourth level of qi refining. I found a spiritual spring in the woods. I drink a few mouthfuls of spring water every day and then practice with half the effort. And the phoenix pheasant on the mountain is delicious, I will bring you some some other day."

"No need, the golden pheasant probably has an owner. Be careful, don't be caught and cook the hot pot."

"What is hot pot? Is it delicious?"

When Gouzi heard about the food, his saliva subconsciously dripped down. Seeing this, Nie Zhongliang quickly took the basket aside to prevent the newly washed clothes from getting dirty.

Wang Gangquan glanced at the golden light, did not reply, turned to the young man and said:

"Give me the battle coat."

A pink dress was handed over, Wang Gangquan dressed properly, turned around casually, lightly waved the paper and fanned out of the cave.

……

At that time, as the Supreme Elder pointed in the air, the clouds and mist that had been surrounding Lingyun Mountain cleared away instantly, and the entire sect ushered in the five-yearly Xiaobi.

There are more than ten arenas floating in mid-air, and the cyan protection around the arenas is constantly flowing, and a very majestic voice comes from a palace on the top of Zhongfeng:
"Spiritual Rhyme Sect Xiaobi, start now!"

Many people were excited when they heard the words, the owner of the voice was the suzerain, the strong man who was expected to succeed the Immortal Emperor and whose cultivation was infinitely close to the Holy Void Realm.

"Yu Zhen and Jiang Xiu are on stage."

In a ring to the northwest, the voice of an old man in the transformation stage sounded, and the two people whose names were called hurriedly flew there, followed by the second, third... until the outermost dozen rings were filled with people. , the three elders in the five rings in the middle began to speak:
"Golden Terrace, Zhang Sheng in the late stage of Golden Core, and Lu Gao in the middle stage of Nascent Soul."

While speaking, the fog on the first arena dissipated, revealing the forest of swords below, and everyone was in an uproar when they saw this scene. They had never seen this scene before.

The three elders still looked calm, and their voices remained calm for thousands of years:
"Mutai, Lu Han in the early stage of Jindan, and Wu Beiyao in the early stage of Nascent Soul."

A young man in his early twenties took a step forward, his whole body was like a sharp knife out of its sheath, and plunged into the lush second altar, and then a middle-aged monk in an old Taoist robe slowly walked out from the crowd, Shaking his head, he slowly stepped into the arena.

Afterwards, the third water platform has a vast ocean above it, and fierce beasts jump out of the water from time to time, which makes people feel frightened even if viewed from a distance; There is no place to stand; the fifth earthen platform looks like a desert, but who knows what kind of danger is buried under the yellow gravel.

After all the dharma platforms have stood up, the competition will officially start this time.

……

There were few spectators in the dozen or so arenas outside, and most people flocked to the middle to watch the cross-border battle. No matter how much monks of the same level fight, they can't fight well, but the battle between different realms is much more interesting.

Like Zhang Sheng on the golden platform, he lost every time in the small competition but would challenge every time. Although he looked embarrassed when he was thrown off the stage, it was not completely useless. Thanks to the tempering of high-ranking monks over the years, his combat power He has surpassed many monks of the same level, not to mention the techniques he secretly learned.

Compared with Zhang Sheng, Lu Han on the wooden platform is much calmer. At the same time, he is also the most promising one among the five cross-border challengers. In the gambling game, the odds are only [-], even if the odds are not high , but there are still many people betting on him, and some even go bankrupt and borrow usury for this.

The world of cultivating immortals is grotesque, but it is not inferior to the mortal world.

Any place where there is a game of gambling is inseparable from black box operations, but Lu Hangui is a disciple of the junior elder, and because of his aloof personality, he will not do such things.

Lu Han used all his strength at the beginning of the game, uprooted more than a dozen towering trees, and threw his head at the middle-aged monk on the opposite side. When you get close, you will be swept away by the wind, seemingly effortless.

Seeing this, Lu Han frowned slightly, and touched his waist with his right hand. He took out a small silver pot from the storage bag, unscrewed the mouth of the pot, and a trace of cold air came out, and the surrounding ten feet immediately became foggy.

The young man tilted the body of the pot, and a drop of thick blue liquid dripped down the spout, but instead of catching it, he directly crushed it with the wind of his fingers.

The liquid turned into countless tiny ice crystals, which quickly mixed with the surrounding mist, and the color changed from blue to white again, and the sound of freezing could be heard endlessly.

"You are very unlucky. The trees in this arena are rising and the water vapor is full, which is just suitable for fueling my ice flower power." Lu Han, who has always been stern, took the initiative to speak.

After a while, five ice flowers condensed around him. The young man pointed with his right hand, and all the ice flowers were dispatched, and went straight to the middle-aged monk opposite.

The middle-aged man's name is Wu Beiyao, and he is a disciple of Yanjun Peak. Like Shen Zunling of Yanjun Peak, he has lingered in the Nascent Soul Stage for hundreds of years without making any progress. The outside world also regards him as a soft persimmon that is easy to pinch. Xiaobi has someone to choose him.

Those who challenged him won and lost, and had good and bad aptitudes, but no one ever discovered a rule:
But all the victors are those who usually don't show their mountains and dews, and without exception, they all came from Yanjun Peak.

……

Seeing that the ice flower was approaching, the middle-aged man did not dodge, but sighed leisurely, and stood quietly on the spot.

There was a loud "bang", and the five ice flowers exploded almost at the same time, and the entire altar trembled. The ice air instantly wrapped the middle-aged man in it, and then condensed into frost.

Just when everyone thought the battle was over, a flat voice suddenly came from the thick frost:

"You guys jokingly call Pindao the gatekeeper of the Nascent Soul Stage. Today I will guard the gate once for you to see."

After saying that, the icy air suddenly disintegrated.

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