Grassroots Immortality

Such a carefree mood had not appeared in his heart for many years.

Their Chaotian Sect ranked fifth in the Cangyun Continent and had been suppressed by the Zixu Sect. They could not compete with the Zixu Sect in all fields.

Many resources were also occupied by the Zixu Sect, and Chaotian Sect suffered a lot in recent years.

Because of Lin Xian's appearance, the Zixu Sect suffered a great loss. Not only did it lose two places to participate in the Three Cang Realms Competition, but Zhang Huan also died on the spot.

Seeing the appearance of two seniors, the casual cultivators who were watching the battle were also very nervous.

Seeing that the two seniors seemed to be arguing, the casual cultivators felt a little comforted.

Someone spoke for the casual cultivators, and the casual cultivators felt a little comforted.

If the two seniors wanted to kill the casual cultivator, his fate could be imagined.

The cultivator surnamed Gu of the Zixu Sect was speechless. With the cultivator surnamed Jiang blocking him, he could not kill Lin Xian at all. Besides, he was indeed not in the right. If the confrontation continued, there might be other cultivators who would come out to stop him.

At that time, not only will his situation become more embarrassing, but it will also have no effect on the result.

The cultivator surnamed Gu snorted coldly and turned away.

When Lin Xian saw the Yuanying cultivator of Zixu Sect leave, he bowed to the cultivator surnamed Jiang.

The cultivator surnamed Jiang also smiled and nodded, and at the same time said in a voice transmission: "Young friend, there is no need to be timid. When you meet a rude and unreasonable person, just attack at will. I have seen that you have given them enough time to admit defeat. Other Taoist friends have also seen that it is the younger generation of Zixu Sect who is looking for death. No one else can be blamed."

After the cultivator surnamed Jiang finished speaking, he also turned away.

Lin Xian won again, and he also left the No. 1 ring.

There are more than 700 cultivators entering the second round. After this round of elimination, there should be more than 300 left.

Therefore, Lin Xian is likely to participate in two more duels.

The order of this duel was obviously deliberately arranged by someone. If they really want to target him, a casual cultivator, any unexpected situation may happen.

However, he had just killed a cultivator, and he believed that no one would continue to pester him.

If the other party continued to pester him, Lin Xian would certainly not be polite. There was not much difference between killing one person and killing two people.

Except for Lin Xian, all the cultivators who entered the second round were from the sect. This time, Lin Xian's stage was the first to produce the result.

The other stages were still in fierce competition. They were all from the sect. No one would give in to anyone. When everyone's strength and means were similar, the competition was also in a state of anxiety.

Lin Xian naturally didn't care about the competition of other cultivators. After leaving the No. 1 stage, Lin Xian returned to the rest area and closed his eyes to rest.

Many cultivators looked at Lin Xian from time to time, and their expressions were different.

Many casual cultivators had a look of excitement and admiration on their faces, and they wanted to come forward to make friends.

But those sect cultivators looked unfriendly, especially the cultivators from the Zixu Sect. Their faces showed murderous intent without concealment.

Lin Xian ignored these hostile monks. If they really put this idea into action, Lin Xian would also make them regret it.

The second round of fighting lasted for three hours before it was completely over. Many fights on the rings were extremely tragic.

Many monks were seriously injured. Although many monks were seriously injured, no monk died.

Whether it was the monks who won successfully or the monks who failed and were eliminated, they almost tried their best.

It can be seen that the sects of Cangyun Continent also attach great importance to the sect ruins.

Seeing such a tragic fight scene, Lin Xian also attached some importance to the sect ruins.

When the results of all the competitions on the rings came out, a cultivator in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul appeared in the sky.

He looked at all the winning monks and then said, "After two rounds of competition, a total of 174 monks won. The next competition will be hosted by me."

"The third round will also be held in pairs, but the 87 losers will not be eliminated. They will compete in pairs again for the last 13 places."

"In order to ensure fairness in the competition, I have a magic weapon here that can shield the monks' consciousness. I have put the numbers of the arenas in it. You will enter the arena that you draw. The monks who will participate in the third round can come and draw lots."

After the Yuanying monk who hosted the competition finished speaking, the monks began to line up, move forward one by one, and start drawing lots.

Lin Xian stood at the end of the team. As for the draw, Lin Xian didn't care. It didn't matter who he played against. It just depended on whether his opponent would pester him.

Lin Xian didn't care. The draw was also decided temporarily by several Yuanying monks.

If anyone was asked to fight against Lin Xian, the Yuanying cultivators in their sect would strongly oppose it. In the end, no Yuanying cultivator was willing to let their descendants fight against Lin Xian.

In the end, they could only draw lots. Whoever drew the ball to fight against Lin Xian would be unlucky, and naturally no one would say anything more.

There were only more than a hundred people, and the drawing process was coming to an end soon.

When Lin Xian picked up the last number in the magic weapon, he saw a big word "1" written on it. He was still on the No. 1 stage!

After the cultivators saw their numbers, many of them unconsciously began to look at Lin Xian.

When they saw Lin Xian flying towards the No. 1 ring, they breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, the monks also flew towards their own rings.

Entering the No. 1 formation again, Lin Xian was quite moved. Could it be that he was really destined to be with this ring?

In just over ten breaths, all the monks flew into the rings they drew.

Opposite Lin Xian, there was also a monk who had reached the late Jindan Great Perfection.

This monk had a blank expression on his face and a strong breath. He should also be a person of considerable strength.

The monk glanced at Lin Xian, and then said: "I heard that you are very strong? But you should not be my opponent. Before the competition, I am willing to give you a chance to leave here."

When the monk said this, he stared at Lin Xian with a relaxed look, as if he didn't need to spend much effort to defeat Lin Xian.

Lin Xian also had a blank expression on his face. The strength of the monk opposite him gave him the feeling that he should be stronger than the two monks from the Zixu Sect before.

However, with Lin Xian's current strength and means, he has long since found no opponent in the Jindan stage. Even if the opponent is strong, he is no match for him.

Hearing the words of the cultivator on the opposite side, Lin Xian also said: "Daoyou, what you said is very right. I will also give you a chance. You can leave here without any harm."