Uncle is Up

After all the sects gathered in the Luoxia Sect, the long-awaited competition officially began.

The Luoxia Sect covers a large area and directly surrounds the sect's back mountain as a place for competitions. Professional competitions such as weapon refining and elixir refining are held within the sect.

Round platforms were erected in the enclosed back mountain area, and they were far apart and separated by barriers.

Disciples from various sects gathered outside the ring, and other monks from the cultivation world came to join in the fun.

Long Pingdie stood outside and sighed deeply: "The sect really consumes spiritual stones. Next time it's our turn in the competition, we can push if we can."

Her scalp went numb when she saw the amount of spiritual stones spent on each sect, let alone the items lost in the competition.

For example, in the last competition held by their sect, the entire martial arts arena was destroyed by the Jindan period. There were also explosions in alchemy furnaces, weapon refining explosions, formation failures, and runaway talismans. All these caused a sect to suffer a complete loss. There was a roaring sound all over the world.

In the eyes of other sects, a sect that can undertake a big competition is a proud and dazzling thing, but Long Pingdie wants to say: let us go!

The six major parties are all responsible for hosting the competition. This year, she, the Luoxia Sect, really can't push it because her father doesn't want to see the bill of spiritual stones spent. She followed the arrangements for the competition from start to finish, so she knows exactly what is going on. How many spiritual stones have been used, just because I know it, my heart bleeds with pain.

She snorted and turned around, not wanting to see this crowded place again. It was too bad.

After the arena and the main disciples were in place, the disciples of the six major sects were led out by their respective leaders.

A uniform team of disciples with fluttering white clothes came out of the Luoxia Sect and landed in the open space behind the mountain.

When people from the six major sects come out, their momentum is obviously different from other sects.

After all five sects arrived, everyone looked left and right but didn't see the last sect coming out of Frozen Valley, and there were different sounds of suspicion in the open space.

——"I heard that the Frozen Valley was severely damaged by evil cultivators in a sneak attack and that it would not take a hundred years to recover. It seems that the news is true. Even the sect competition is not coming."

——"But why did I hear that it was due to power conflicts within the Frozen Valley, and the Valley is still closed now?"

——"That's what you all heard? How come it's different from what I heard? What I heard was that the master of the Frozen Valley was seriously injured and his realm fell so hard that he was a disciple of the Frozen Valley Preservation Sect?"

——"Huh? Didn't it say that all the disciples in the Frozen Valley were massacred?"

Everyone has different opinions, but it is true that Frozen Valley did not come.

The refining period and foundation building competitions started on the same day. The Jindan cultivator's lethality was too strong, so it was left to the end as the finale.

On the first day of the competition, disciples from all sects had arrived. Xu Mingyu's black robe was extremely conspicuous among his fellow disciples who were all dressed in white. Almost everyone's eyes would be on him before anyone else.

Xu Mingyu, who looked arrogant, looked back at Chu Lingsheng opposite with impatience in her eyes.

Opposite the Longyuan Sect is Tianqiong Palace. Chu Lingsheng, who has also risen to the Golden Elixir, regards Xu Mingyu as his opponent. However, in the latter's eyes, only Yue Yue Sui among the Golden Elixir monks can barely be his opponent.

The outstanding facial features made Xu Mingyu the focus of the scene. Not only the female cultivators looked at him frequently, but the male cultivators were also attracted by his overly arrogant and unruly aura.

"Is that Xu Mingyu?" Someone pointed at Xu Mingyu and whispered.

"It must be. I heard that Xu Mingyu is the only one in the Longyuan Sect who doesn't wear disciple uniforms."

"He's so powerful! He deserves to be the disciple of the number one sword cultivator!"

"With strong momentum, he is also fierce." Someone sneered: "You haven't heard of his deeds in recent years, have you?"

"What's the matter?" Some people really don't know.

The man crossed his arms with a slightly proud expression: "Xu Mingyu is the most arrogant monk in recent years. Just a year ago, he went to the mermaid clan's territory to steal the mermaid clan's sacred objects and came back alive."

"If you don't say anything about the mermaid tribe in advance, let's just talk about what happened this year." The monk lowered his voice for fear of being overheard: "Dao Zelin's sick lotus was picked off by someone, do you know that?"

Everyone around heard the sick lotus and took a breath: "You mean - Xu Mingyu picked it?"

Everyone in the world of cultivation knows what kind of existence Dao Zelin's sick lotus is. Even if you are a monk in the Void Refining Stage, you will be dead if you enter Dao Zelin.

What is the concept of Xu Mingyu being able to go in and pick sick lotuses? Everyone was a little afraid to think about it. When they looked up at Xu Mingyu, everyone's eyes were filled with admiration and fear.

In the crowd, a man in white robe with a silver mask glanced twice in Xu Mingyu's direction.

The lower half of the man's exposed face curled into a cold and distant arc. When everyone was shocked by Xu Mingyu's entry into Dao Zelin, he was the only one looking at him with expectant eyes.

If his guess is correct, Xu Mingyu will be his biggest opponent in this competition.

"Yan Hui, it turns out you were here earlier. I thought you didn't come today," Ye Shangqiu's clear voice sounded.

Li Yan looked back and pursed his lips slightly: "Come and take a look."

"Then have you found anyone who can be your opponent?" Ye Shangqiu was wearing a short coat and had a playful smile.

Li Yan turned around and glanced at Xu Mingyu, who was standing proudly in front of everyone, and smiled lightly: "Yes, he is still a very strong person."

Ye Shangqiu did not ask who it was, but sighed slightly and changed the topic: "I heard that Zhenjun Beihan has given birth to a baby and will not come to participate in the competition. I thought I would see her in the competition. .”

Li Yan's eyes changed slightly: "Really, you think it's a pity?"

"Yes." Ye Shangqiu did not notice anything wrong with him and continued: "If True Lord Beihan comes to participate, he might be your biggest opponent."

Li Yan looked back with a slightly darker look: "Not necessarily..."

His tone was too soft, and Ye Shangqiu did not hear it amid the crowd: "Ah? What?"

Li Yanhui slowly shook his head: "It's nothing. Let's go back first. The competition between the Qi Refining Stage and the Foundation Establishment Stage is nothing to watch."

There is really nothing to see, and it is a waste of time. If you have this free time, you might as well go back and seize the time to practice and strive to stand out in the competition.

When the competition between Qi refining and foundation building began, many high-level monks left. For them, it was better to watch the competition between low-level monks than to watch the competition between monks refining weapons and alchemy. One was better than the other. Killing is much more fun.

Likewise, Bei Yinuan didn't look at it, but stayed in the room playing with a Bagua tray. His slender fingers moved the black and white fortune-telling stones. Jingmo sat across from her with his legs crossed. Bask in the sun.

Since he followed Bei Yinuan out of the forbidden area, he has taken the time to get a lot of good things to recover from the injuries he suffered seven thousand years ago. Not only has he recovered more than half of it, the whole dragon feels beautiful and fragrant in everything he looks at.

Bei Yinuan held two black and white divination stones in the palm of his hand. The divination stones rubbed against each other and made a creaking sound. The noise made Jingmo completely lose his sleep.

He shouted angrily: "Can you be a human being in the middle of the day? There is still a dragon that needs to sleep."

Bei Yinuan glanced at him lightly: "Shut up, you're disturbing me."