A Mortal's Story of Cultivation into Immortality

The thirteenth day of the Luoyun Sect's intra-sect competition and the final round of selection competition has come to an end.

But at this time, in a certain pavilion halfway up the main peak, seven or eight monks in the Alchemy Stage gathered together to discuss something.

Two of them were the two peak masters of Tianquan Peak, a middle-aged man named Xin and an old man in gray clothes with a somewhat ferocious face. The rest of them also looked very imposing.

"Is there still no one among the junior brothers who is willing to take the initiative to lead the team this time?" An old man in blue robe with white beard and wrinkled face said with a slight frown.

"Hmph! Senior Brother Feng, the Sword Trial Conference is said to be a joint competition between the three sects, but every time our two families return defeated, leaving the Ancient Sword Sect with a big face. And the person leading the team from the Ancient Sword Sect this time must be someone else. It's Jiang Yun, that sharp-tongued guy, and I don't want to suffer in vain." A lazy-looking middle-aged man with a mustache above his lips replied casually.

"That's right! I also heard that the Ancient Sword Sect accepted another disciple with the 'Nine Spirit Sword Body' in the past few years. This time he will definitely be released to participate in the conference. In this way, there will be more in this sword trial conference There is nothing to compare with. Although we have some disciples with special physiques here, compared with others, they are not even the slightest bit worse. And I heard that Baiqiaoyuan also accepted a direct disciple of the Shangguan family this time. I heard that when he was still in the Qi refining stage, he had already used his own magic weapon to defeat the elders in his family. I'm afraid, it will be difficult to deal with him!" Another old man with a sallow complexion also shook his head and said.

The white-bearded old man Yi heard this and showed dissatisfaction on his face.

"Two junior brothers, you are right to say so. The Sword Trial Conference has indeed become a demonstration for the Gujian Sect against us and other two factions, but who makes them more powerful and stronger than us? If our sect does not send disciples to participate in the conference , I am afraid that even a quarter of the alcoholic liquid cannot be obtained. Moreover, this will easily make the Ancient Sword Sect become hostile to our Luoyun Sect, which is not conducive to the long-term development of our sect in Yunmeng Mountain. After all, the tigers are eyeing our Yunmeng Sect. The other sects of the three Mengshan sects do not belong to one family or two. Our three sects cannot allow others to take advantage of our loopholes." The white-bearded old man said with a solemn expression.

"Since Senior Brother Feng has said so, let me be the one leading the team. Anyway, Chang Zheng, the elder of Baiqiaoyuan, and I haven't seen each other for a long time. It would be nice to chat by the way." Sitting opposite the white-bearded old man. , the square-faced old man in red shirt suddenly spoke up and took over the matter.

"Junior Brother Duan, as the master of Huoyun Peak, you have many disciples, so it might be inappropriate to leave like this." The white-bearded old man surnamed Feng hesitated when he saw this man speaking.

"It doesn't matter. Junior Brother Li is still staying at Huoyun Peak, so nothing will happen. Besides, we are not leaving Yunmeng Mountain, we are just flying from the East Meridian to the West Meridian, which is only a day's journey." The old man in shirt said noncommittally.

After hearing what the other party said, the white-bearded old man stopped insisting and nodded in agreement. Then his eyes swept across the faces of the rest of the people, and finally fell on the old man in gray with a ferocious face, and asked slowly:

"Junior Brother Yu, I know you don't take care of much in Tianquan Peak. How about you assist Junior Brother Duan this time? Junior Brother Xin, do you have any objections?" The white-bearded old man said the last thing he said, but he turned to Said by a middle-aged man named Xin.

"Of course there is no problem. Junior Brother Yu can do whatever he wants." The middle-aged man surnamed Xin replied with a faint smile.

The cold face of the old man in gray moved when he heard the words. After a while, he said briefly:

"Okay, I'll go!"

After hearing this, the old man with white beard looked happy, nodded and said again:

"The people leading the team this time are mainly Junior Brother Duan, with Junior Brother Yu and Junior Sister Song from Bai Fengfeng as assistants. Once the last round of today's competition is over, you will gather these thirty disciples and give them some pointers. . Maybe we still have a chance in this conference. After all, there are several strong candidates among our group of disciples. They should be able to compete with the Ancient Sword Sect and Baiqiao Academy."

"Junior Sister Song is also going to participate in the conference? Why didn't I know? If that's the case, I will go to this sword trial conference for Junior Brother Yu." A monk who has always been hiding in the corner of the room with a smooth face , said loudly with some surprise.

When the other monks in the attic heard this, they also became commotion, and two or three of them had expressions of regret on their faces.

"Hmph! Junior Brother Meng, what do you mean by this? I've been talking for a long time just now, but I didn't see you stand up and say anything. Now when I heard that Junior Sister Song was going, I jumped out immediately. I'll tell you the truth, The condition that Junior Sister Song is willing to lead the team this time is that I am not allowed to reveal the news that she is going to everyone first. Otherwise, with Junior Sister's temper, how could she leave Bai Feng Peak so easily." The white-bearded old man's face darkened. said.

The old man's cultivation has reached the late stage of elixir formation, while the smooth monk is only at the early stage of elixir formation.

Therefore, after the old man's expression changed, he immediately bowed his head and remained silent, not daring to argue any further.

The other people who were a little tempted looked at each other and then looked at each other, and they were also hard-pressed to say anything.

At this moment, footsteps suddenly came from outside the house, and then a man's voice came from outside.

"Master Qi and several uncles, the last round of competition has ended. There are three foundation-building stage disciples and twenty-one Qi-refining stage monks selected. The disciples have brought the list."

"Oh! Now that it's out, let's bring it in. By the way, let a few junior uncles also take a look." The white-bearded old man heard the words and said with a calm expression.

"Yes!" the man outside the house replied respectfully. Then he opened the door and walked in.

He is a man in his thirties who is in the late stage of foundation building. He has a dignified appearance and a tall build.

"This is the final list and information of the twenty-four winners." The man took out a white jade slip from his arms and held it to the old man with both hands.

"Let me take a look first!" The old man nodded slightly, took the jade slip and scanned it with his spiritual consciousness.

"Huh?" Lao only glanced at it twice, with a hint of surprise on his face.

"What's going on? Is there anything wrong with this list?" The red-shirted monk looked a little curious and asked.

Several other people also looked at the old man in surprise.

"Nothing? Junior brothers, let's take a look too!" After saying this, the white-bearded old man's expression became normal, and then he threw the jade slip to the sallow-faced old man next to him.

After seeing the jade slip, the man also looked surprised, but said nothing and handed the jade slip to someone else.

It didn't take long for everyone to look at the jade slip, and everyone's face was a little uncertain.

After the middle-aged man named Xin from Tianquan Peak saw the jade slips, his eyes flashed with surprise.

"I really didn't expect it. This time, six people from Tianquan Peak were selected, which really makes the rest of our peaks feel ashamed! It seems that Senior Brother Xin is good at training his disciples!" A middle-aged man with two curls of beard on his lips , sighed and said slowly.

"It seems that Senior Brother Xin is determined to win this Sword Trial Conference, so he spends so much effort to train these disciples!" The smooth-looking monk also said a little sourly. The Hidden Sword Peak where he is located, this time Only three people were selected, which was a huge loss of face.

"No, there is absolutely no such thing. This time, so many people from our Tianquan Peak were selected, and I was a little surprised. But forget about the others, why are there two people at the tenth level of the Qi Refining Stage among them. These are two disciples named Han Li and Du Dong. If I remember correctly, they seem to be only in their early years. They can also enter the final? This is a bit weird. Senior nephew Gao, how did the two of them win?" The middle-aged man surnamed Xin pondered for a while and then asked with an unchanged expression.

When the new male cultivator who entered the room heard this question from the uncle, he immediately replied:

"There is no way for these two people to win. The nephew named Du Dong has a very powerful ice-attributed top-level magic weapon in his hand. This unknown magic weapon is both offensive and defensive, and it also complements its skills. It seems that all the opponents who fought against him were frozen to the ground by his magical weapon. After a few rounds, no one could take his blow."

"Oh! What kind of magic weapon, please describe it for us to listen to." The middle-aged man with a mustache interrupted and asked with interest.

"It is a wheel-like magic weapon with a diameter of about a foot, with a crescent moon pattern engraved on it. After it is sacrificed, a white light will shine, which can instantly activate an ice attribute shield, and can also spray out a giant bird-like weapon. Cold air transforms into an attack."

"This seems to be the family's treasure, the "Han Yue Lun", which was used to destroy the Du family two hundred years ago. Is this Du Dong a descendant of the Du family?" The middle-aged man with a mustache rolled his eyes and said, Said a little surprised.

"Well! It's very possible. After all, the Du family was a big family at the beginning. Some direct disciples escaped this disaster and it is not impossible to remain anonymous from now on. Probably because they thought that after so many years, the original enemies would no longer notice They are gone. That's why I want to come back." The white-bearded old man twirled his beard and said leisurely.