Immortal Martial Venerable

As the rising sun rises eastward, at the top of the steps in front of the Taixuan Hall, there are eight seats in a row. The Taoist Xuantian, the head of the Taixuan Gate, sits in the center, and the first seat of the seven veins sits on both sides of the Taoist Xuantian.

At this time, under the Taixuan Sect, all the Jiumai disciples had gathered on both sides of the square below the steps.

On the square, nine round arenas have been erected, each of which has a height of one foot and a width of five feet. At this time, all the disciples were talking in a low voice, who will win the final victory in today's competition and who will enter the top ten.

The topics of the disciples were all centered on Li Lingfeng, Dongfang Chen, and a person named Zi Yu. No one would talk about Gu Fei at Cui Ling Peak, because, in the eyes of many young disciples, Gu Fei was a disciple of a younger generation. Among them, the cultivation base was definitely at the bottom. He came to participate in the Jiumai Meeting Test, which was a waste of a place.

"Li Lingfeng, Dongfang Chen, Zi Yu?" Gu Fei sneered, his eyes scanned among the many disciples, paying attention to the young disciple who might become his opponent today. He saw Dongfang Chen and Wang Yuanzhi, who disgusted him. , And among the outstanding disciples of the head, standing in front of the young disciples was a young man of about twenty years old.

That person, Gu Fei knew, he was the big brother Li Lingfeng. Since getting started, Gu Fei has not seen Li Lingfeng many times, because both of them are cultivating madmen, and all of their time is spent on cultivation, and they rarely leave the place of cultivation.

Li Lingfeng, a genius in the cultivation of Taoism, has come to the head of the line. He has already stood out from the crowd of young disciples when he was less than twenty years old. He awakened my cultivation at the peak of the Eighth Heaven and made him the number one among young disciples. The throne of masters.

He did not have an outstanding appearance, nor a slender figure. Li Lingfeng's appearance was very ordinary, but he was such a humble person, but he showed extraordinary talent for monasticism.

I have to say that in the cultivation world, there are still some amazing people, and there are many geniuses in every age.

"Li Lingfeng is definitely a good opponent!" Gu Fei thought to himself. As for Dongfang Chen, although he is also a strong opponent, Dongfang Chen has not been a threat to him since he practiced the chemical weapon refining last night.

This is not Gu Fei's pride, but a kind of intuition from the warrior. Although Dongfang Chen's strength is strong, Gu Fei doesn't think Dongfang Chen can block his pace.

A warrior in the same realm is better than a cultivator in close combat. Once a cultivator is close by a warrior of the same level, it means that the cultivator has been defeated.

In close combat, the martial artist has an absolute advantage. Martial arts are also killing techniques. Once you get close, you will either die or be injured. Even if you don't get close, martial arts supernatural powers can fight against the magic of the ascetic.

Therefore, the martial artist who wakes me up to the seventh heaven will face the monk who is also the seventh heaven, and the ending will be self-evident. Even the ascetics of the Eighth Heaven have a great deal of strength.

Standing behind Li Lingfeng was a handsome but weak young man.

"That person is Ziyu! It is really handsome, but he seems to be too handsome, like a boy and a girl." Gu Fei realized that the boy had fair skin and looked bright, which made people even doubt this. The man is a girl disguised as a man.

At this time, Biyun Peak, who was sitting next to Taoist Xuantian, stood up and walked to the front. He glanced around at the disciples on both sides of the square, and then said loudly, "I announce that the Nine Channels Trial has officially started. The disciple of the competition came forward."

Taixuan Nine Meridians and the other eight Meridians sent ten disciples, only the Cui Lingfeng Meridian was one person participating in the competition, and this person was Gu Fei.

As soon as the Xuan Fa Daoist's voice fell, the disciples of each line immediately walked out of ten young disciples. Gu Fei also walked up, Cui Lingfeng, he was the only disciple, he was directly qualified for the competition, he didn't want other branches, there were many people, and he had to compete internally before determining who would play.

As a result, in front of the square, under the steps, eighty-one disciples in white gathered. The competition for the top ten among the younger generation of disciples started from among these 81 disciples.

When a group of disciples came out, a middle-aged Taoist and two Taoists also walked down the steps. The middle-aged Taoist walking in front is holding a writing brush in his right hand, but holding a book in his left hand, while the two Taoist boys behind the middle-aged Taoist holding a wooden box together.

The middle-aged Taoist went down the steps and stood aside, and the two Taoist boys held the wooden box and walked in front of the disciples.

"Start drawing lots!" The Xuan Fa Daoist's voice spread throughout the audience. In the form of drawing lots, it is the fairest way to decide who each disciple's opponent is.

The good or bad draws are all based on personal luck.

The big brother Li Lingfeng, who is in charge of the line, was the first to step forward, put his hand in the round hole on the wooden box, took out a jade card, and handed it to the middle-aged Taoist standing next to him.

The middle-aged Taoist looked at the jade plaque, then swiped a pen to record the name of a person on the booklet in his hand.

Around the square, the onlookers whispered among the disciples. They were all curious about who was the opponent of the first person among the younger generation of Taixuan Sect, and who would be so unlucky. As soon as they came up, they met a master like Li Lingfeng.

Among the wooden boxes, there are no more than eighty-one jade tiles with the names of eighty-one disciples written on them. Whoever draws is his opponent.

If luck is so good that you get your own name, then the disciple who got his own name will have to do it again until someone else's name is drawn.

After Li Lingfeng drew the lottery, he stepped aside, and then the other disciples stepped forward one after another and drew his opponent in the wooden box.

Gu Fei didn't rush forward to draw lots. Among the eight disciples, he found Zhao Zirou's figure. He was a little surprised that Zhao Zirou was ranked among the top ten in the Zizhu Peak.

At this time, Zhao Zirou also saw Gu Fei, and she walked towards Gu Fei.

"Brother Gu." Zhao Zirou greeted Gu Fei. She was not surprised to see Gu Fei here, because only Gu Fei was left in the Cui Lingfeng line. His participation in the Nine-Medical Trial is already a solid matter. .

"Sister Zhao, I didn’t expect you to have participated in the Jiumai Meeting." Gu Fei looked at Zhao Zirou up and down, a little surprised. Half a year ago, Zhao Zirou’s cultivation seemed to be waking me up to the fifth heaven, but today, I saw this Zizhu Peak. My disciple, he has already broken into the sixth heaven of waking me.

Under Gu Fei's scorching gaze, Zhao Zirou couldn't help but blush, and said in a low voice, "Brother Gu, please be merciful in the later competition."

"I don't show mercy, and I won't be merciful, but if my opponent is Junior Sister Zhao, I will make an exception." Gu Fei said with a serious face.

"A good shot, no mercy, no mercy!" Suddenly a disdainful word came from Gu Fei's side, and then a handsome and handsome white-clothed boy walked past Gu Fei and Zhao Zirou with a proud face.

"Dongfang Chen?" Gu Fei stared at the young man who walked forward, his eyes flashed brightly. Today I want you to look good, and Gu Fei couldn't help feeling angry.

At this time, during the time that Gu Fei was talking with Zhao Zirou, half of the people walked forward and drew their opponents from the wooden boxes held by the two Taoist boys with red lips and white teeth.

"Brother, let's go to draw lots too!" Zhao Zirou said to Gu Fei, seeing that most of the people had already drawn lots.

"Yeah!" Gu Fei responded, and walked forward with Zhao Zirou.