A seal of immortality

Chapter 252 Gambling Fight ([-])

Song Yuan looked at the tall slender young man opposite him with a serious expression on his face. Even though he was a sword cultivator, he was not sure of defeating the tall slender young man whose cultivation base was two small realms higher than his.

After hearing the comments from the onlookers, the corners of his mouth twitched. The fire attribute Tianlinggen, the descendant of Nascent Soul cultivator, how can he beat him!

"Li Tianchou from the Li family in Guanning," the tall slender youth said, cupping his hands at Song Yuan, with a very easy-going tone.

"Song Yuan of Taiqing Palace," Song Yuan clasped his fists and replied in a very flat tone.

"The competition begins," the middle-aged Confucian scholar of the Huang family announced in a deep voice.

Hearing this sound, Song Yuan shrugged his shoulders and shouted, "Get out of the sheath."

As soon as the words fell, the two red long swords behind him shot out from his back at the same time, floating above his head, and then he took out two talismans and slapped them on his body, and two masks of blue and yellow appeared on his body .

After finishing all this, Song Yuan quickly raised his hands and prepared to drive the flying sword to attack the tall slender youth.

But at this moment, he felt that the surrounding temperature suddenly increased a lot. When he looked up, three giant fireballs the size of wheels appeared in his line of sight. The three giant fireballs were filled with blazing heat and rushed towards him aggressively. Come.

The giant fireball had already reached two or three meters in front of him, and he had no choice but to stop driving the flying sword, his lips moved quickly, and a red light curtain suddenly appeared on his body.

With two loud bangs, the giant fireball turned into billowing flames, engulfing Song Yuan's figure.

The shield on Song Yuan's body shattered after supporting it for a moment, and his body was wrapped in billowing flames. The scorching high temperature made Song Yuan scream.

The white mask covering the two disappeared immediately, and a middle-aged man dressed in the Huang family's costume suddenly appeared beside Song Yuan. With a flick of his sleeves, a gust of wind suddenly swept up and extinguished all the flames.

At this time, Song Yuan's whole body was black, his hair and eyebrows were burned off by the flames, and his exposed skin was scalded with many blisters.

"I lost," Song Yuan sighed, with a dejected look on his face, and threw a mid-level spirit stone to the tall slender youth.

"Song Daoyou, take this Water Yuan Pill! It will help your injury," the tall slender young man walked over and handed Song Yuan a white porcelain bottle.

Song Yuan was slightly taken aback, and seeing the serious expression on the tall slender young man's face, he took the porcelain bottle from his hand and thanked him.

"Tsk tsk, this Fellow Daoist Li is really powerful. He defeated the disciples of the Taiqing Palace so quickly, but he cast spells too fast! He released a giant fireball in less than a moment."

"Stupid? This Li Daoyou has practiced the fireball technique to the Dzogchen, and he can instantly fire the fireball technique. He is worthy of the fire attribute of the heavenly spirit root. In my opinion, this person is probably the first person in the treasure hunting conference. .”

"Hmph, maybe that's not the case. The female sword cultivator from the Taiqing Palace is also very powerful, and the owner of the Thunder Spirit Root from the Fenghuomen."

"Hey, the fire attribute sky spirit root and the different attribute thunder spirit root, I really look forward to the duel between the two of them."

Regarding these comments, the tall slender youth ignored them, walked out of the magic circle, and came to a purple-clothed girl.

The girl in purple was about 20 years old, with white skin, a slender figure, black hair, and an elegant face, but her expression was extremely indifferent, as if she refused to be seen thousands of miles away.

Near the purple-clothed girl, many male monks from the immortal cultivating sect or clan gathered. They all looked at the purple-clothed girl with fiery eyes, but no one dared to speak to her because of her indifferent expression.

"Ziyi, I won," Li Tianchou said with a grin at the purple-clothed girl.

"I saw it, but Brother Tianchou, you're a bit harsh," the purple-clothed girl smiled sweetly and reminded her.

"Hey, I'm worried that I won't be in the top ten! If I can't be in the top ten, how can I get a talisman for you," Li Tianchou explained with a smile.

In an attic in the distance, several middle-aged men and women were sitting on the highest floor of the attic. There was also a water mirror about the size of Zhang Xu in front of them. The scene inside was Li Tianchou and the girl in purple.

"Li Daoyou, this is the next Patriarch of your Li family! Sure enough, he is young and promising, but he has cultivated to the foundation building Dzogchen, why don't he stay in the clan to practice well, and come here to participate in the treasure hunting conference," one The middle-aged man with a firm face said.

"I can't help it. After receiving the invitation from your family, Fellow Daoist Huang, Tianqiu insisted on coming to the treasure hunting conference," a yellow-robed man with a bookish face explained with a chuckle. Anyone can hear the meaning of pampering.

"By the way, Fellow Daoist Han, I heard that your Taiqing Palace has accepted a disciple with a psychic sword body. I don't know if you have brought it this time. If you haven't brought it, it will be a problem for your Taiqing Palace to enter the top ten this time. "A middle-aged Taoist nun with ordinary facial features changed her expression and said to a middle-aged Taoist priest carrying a red long sword.

"Nephew Yang can't come because of something. As for whether he can enter the top ten, Han is not worried, but Yuan Daoyou and Li Daoyou sent out the two most talented children in your clan this time. It seems that the two Daoist friend Huang Daoyou's family's Lei Yuanjian talisman is bound to be won!" The middle-aged Taoist said with a chuckle.

"It's inevitable? Hehe, Fellow Daoist Ruohan doesn't have any strong disciples, I'm afraid the top two of this time's treasure hunting competition will be taken by our two families," the middle-aged man laughed.

"This is just the first round. Besides, there is another set of competitions on the western mountain. You Li Daoyou said this too early," the middle-aged Taoist said with a slight smile.

When the middle-aged man heard the words, his eyes flickered a few times, he nodded, and said nothing more.

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At this time, the first round of competition has ended.

"According to the statistics, a total of 73 people won the first round of the competition. Therefore, the fellow daoists who have drawn the bamboo stick No. 37 will automatically enter the next round. Alright, let the fellow daoists who won the first round come up to draw lots." On the high platform, The middle-aged Confucian scholar said loudly.

As soon as the words were spoken, the winners of the previous round approached the high platform one by one, and went up to draw lots one by one.

Wang Changsheng took out a bamboo stick from the bowl, on which was written 37 in red letters. According to what the middle-aged Confucian scholar said, Wang Changsheng directly entered the next round without a competition.

Wang Changsheng smiled lightly, put away the bamboo sticks, and returned to Chen Baofeng.

"Junior Brother Wang, how many numbers did you draw?" Chen Baofeng asked via voice transmission.

"No. 37," Wang Changsheng replied truthfully.

"37? Brother Wang, you are too lucky!" Chen Baofeng looked envious. If he hadn't drawn the same number as Lei Zhen, he wouldn't have been eliminated so quickly.

Wang Changsheng smiled slightly and said nothing more.

(End of this chapter)