The immortality of mortals

Chapter 31 The Ascension Conference
Yang Xuan left the original team.

Step by step, go straight to the front of the registration line.

The long-bearded monk who was first in line was about to scold him when he suddenly noticed the oppressive spiritual pressure of the young man in white, and immediately swallowed all the words that came to his throat.

In the Immortal Ascension Conference, monks at the peak of Qi Refining have special privileges.

There was no need to line up, and no contestant dared to order them to line up, so every Qi Refiner peaker signed up as they came.

"Yang Xuan, the eleventh level of Qi refining."

He did not hide the information directly from the Yellow Maple Valley Recorder.

This information will be verified later, so there is no point in lying and it will only cause trouble for yourself.

"What, ten,?!"

As soon as these words came out, even the well-informed Huang Maple Valley disciples couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

But the deacon next to him also nodded in confirmation after measuring it with bone observation.

"Yes, it seems that there will be another fight between dragons and tigers at the Immortal Ascension Conference."

The Huang Maple Valley disciple sighed and filled in the information.

Regardless of whether Yang Xuan took pills or had any adventures, he could be called a genius if he could reach the peak of Qi refining at the age of less than 20 years old.

The monks lining up around him also showed admiration, envy or solemn gazes.

But a group of people lined up dozens of meters away had strange expressions on their faces.

"Brother Yang... is actually at the eleventh level of Qi refining?!"

He Xiaochuanzi, the people in the team had their mouths open, a little in disbelief.

Although they are far apart from each other, the sounds in front cannot escape the ears and eyes of the immortal cultivators.

He Ningyuan, the eldest brother of the He family in his 30s, also heard the conversation.

Thinking of the sarcasm he actually said that night, the other party might have already held a grudge against him.

The leader, He Ningyuan, felt complicated. After all, his strength was only at the tenth level of Qi Refining, which was lower than his opponent.

But then I thought again, to be able to reach the pinnacle of Qi refining at such a young age is probably due to the accumulation of resources and not much real combat power.

Maybe not as powerful as him at the tenth level of Qi refining.

He Ningyuan could only comfort himself in this way.

"Well, if the conditions are met, let's go to the upper left area of ​​the arena to compete."

After Yang Xuan signed up, he immediately got a randomly drawn ticket with the participating area written on it.

The arena in Yellow Maple Valley was divided into four areas in the early stages of the audition.

They are upper left, upper right, lower left and lower right, which can be used for four battles at the same time.

The contestants all signed up immediately and were on stage immediately.

In this way, the first half of the Immortal Ascension Conference can be quickly completed in a few days.

Yang Xuan walked to the upper left arena with the sign and saw a flat platform of about more than [-] square meters.

It is enough for Qi refining level battles.

Moreover, most of the contestants were casual cultivators, and they only had a few magic weapons and talismans, so they hardly had any terrifying power when fighting.

Most of the spectators in the audience didn't seem to care much.

The truly exciting or brutal battles are all concentrated in the later stages of the Immortal Ascension Conference.

"Tao, fellow Taoist, can you be merciful..."

Yang Xuan walked onto the ring and found that his opponent was a fat boy. He seemed to have just learned that he was at the eleventh level of Qi Refining, and he acted scared and cautious.

"I, I am just sent by the elders of the family to do some actual combat. Can you please be gentle..."

The fat boy observed Yang Xuan's expression, as if he was afraid of making him unhappy.

"Otherwise, I can just admit defeat..."

Seeing this situation, Yang Xuan thought of the two young men from the family he had met before, and couldn't help but smile and said, "You go ahead and take action, I will be careful."

"Thank you, buddy, thank you buddy!"

The fat boy seemed to believe it innocently, never thinking about what would happen to him if Yang Xuan suddenly acted cruelly.

"Be careful!"

The fat boy shouted loudly, raised his hand and fired a fire bomb.

boom!
Yang Xuan suddenly dodged and kicked him off the ring. The fat boy was caught off guard and his face started to bleed. "I will spare your life. Don't take chances next time, let alone believe what your opponent says."

Yang Xuan put away his smile and left the ring directly to wait for the new battle.

"Little brother, are you okay, little brother?"

The fat boy fell off the stage, and a girl with braids immediately helped him up. When he saw the blood on his face, he cried out in worry.

The gray-haired old man next to him had a green light on his hands. After a brief treatment, he breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay, it's just a skin injury."

"Huh, what a cruel guy. He's so strong, but he still does such a cruel thing!"

The girl with braided braids sounded indignant, looking at the figure in white and getting angry.

"Oh...it's already pretty good."

The gray-haired old man shook his head and continued to heal the wound.

"This person is cruel and ruthless. You should be more careful if you encounter him."

The leading man from the He family, who was still queuing up, warned in a deep voice as he had been paying close attention to the situation on stage.

"Yes!"

Several monks from the He family who also attended the conference nodded.

Only He Xiaochuan hesitated to speak, and finally sighed without saying much.

Day two.

Yang Xuan walked to Huang Maple Valley area of ​​Tianwutai again and felt that many monks around him were pointing and looking at him.

Even Chen Wenyu, a shy young man he met while queuing, was brought along by his family elders, who came to chat with him quite flatteringly.

Its purpose goes without saying.

At the peak of Qi refining at a young age, Yang Xuan's reputation has spread since he signed up yesterday.

Even if he made no progress in the next few decades.

He can also be considered a master among casual cultivators and many small families.

Therefore, many monks want to establish relationships.

If Yang Xuan can break into the top ten of the conference, he will have a meteoric rise, and countless low-level monks will want to take advantage of him in advance.

In this regard, Yang Xuan naturally rejected many solicitations with a slight indifference.

His goal is clear.

Just get the ranking and get the Foundation Establishment Pill.

Apart from all other personal interactions at the conference, all exchanges of interests are just a cloud.

His mind is completely immersed in every battle.

Although the fighting in the early stages of the conference was not too fierce, after many battles, there were also strong people among them, and there were many strange methods, which greatly enriched Yang Xuan's experience against the enemy.

After each competition, he would summarize and think about the battle and learn from experience.

Yang Xuan felt like a sword that was constantly being sharpened, becoming colder and sharper, and its edge was revealed.

"Upper right area, Yang Xuan and Xu Hongying."

A new competition began, and the deacon of Huang Maple Valley called out the names of the two participating parties.

Yang Xuan came to the stage dressed in white and carrying a white sheath cold sword on his back.

Days of fighting had made his external temperament less gentle and more harsh.

"Come on, come on, that Yang Xuan is on stage!"

Many monks below were calling their friends and paying attention to the upper right area of ​​the arena.

As a rare candidate for the eleventh level of Qi refining in the conference, he is a strong contender for the top ten. He is also a young man with a handsome appearance and an extraordinary appearance.

Nowadays, every time Yang Xuan competes, he will attract a large number of monks to watch.

Because he often used five elements of magic to defeat his enemies, he also earned the title of a magic genius.

But so far, Yang Xuan has only relied on various techniques to defeat the enemy, and the cold sword behind him has never been unsheathed.

Many monks estimate that the long-sword weapon of unknown grade should be their secret weapon, and will only be used at critical moments.

Of course, there are also rumors that a small number of people are angry that the long sword is just a decoration. Although Yang Xuan is a magic genius, he is a casual cultivator and cannot afford a magic weapon.

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