You think I have pure spiritual roots, why are you crying when I am invincible?

After a warm explanation, Xiao Yun finally knew where the True Dragon Fantasy Land was.

It turns out there is so much more to say.

No wonder Master always wanted Senior Sister Wen Qing to get No. 1 in Qifeng Martial Arts.

It turns out that I want Senior Sister Wenqing to enter the real dragon fantasy world to gain benefits.

Xiao Yun looked at Wenqing with a smile and said: "Senior sister, what do you mean by what you mean? It seems that this time, Senior Sister, you will definitely be able to reach the finals of the Qifeng Summit? Are you sure that you can beat Senior Brother Zhong, Senior Sister?"

She smiled lightly and said: "Junior brother, you don't know yet, senior sister, I have already broken through to the eighth level of the Golden Core Realm. Among the disciples of my generation, except for the true disciple of the master, Brother Jiang Feng, there should be no one with a higher realm than me, senior sister." ."

"Senior Brother Jiang Feng went out on a long-term mission and has not returned yet."

"So, with my cultivation, Senior Sister, and the Ice Soul Sword that Master has found for me, the No. 1 swordsman in this Seven Summits must be Senior Sister."

Wenqing has never been a person who likes to talk big. When she says this now, it seems that she is really confident.

Xiao Yun looked at Wen Qing in surprise and asked: "Senior sister, weren't you just at the fifth level of the Golden Core Realm a while ago? How come you have reached the eighth level so quickly?"

She said with a warm smile: "I feel a little ashamed to say that, senior sister did not achieve her current achievements through her own efforts."

"My master gave me a pill. Senior sister, I relied on the power of the pill to reach the eighth level of the golden elixir realm."

Xiao Yun didn't care whether Wen Qing relied on her own perseverance to cultivate or whether she relied on pills to promote her growth.

As long as the senior sister's cultivation improves, Xiao Yun will be happy for Wen Qing.

Xiao Yun smiled and said: "Junior brother, I would like to congratulate senior sister in advance. Senior sister will definitely live up to Master's expectations."

"This Qifeng Wushu is a performance stage specially prepared for senior sister. I'm just waiting for you to perform on it, senior sister."

"When senior sister goes to the True Dragon Fantasy Land, with the Ice Soul Sword protecting her, she might be able to kill a few dragons for fun."

She smiled lightly and said: "Junior brother, your thinking is too simple. Although it is only a young dragon, it still has the strength of the Golden Core Realm. The physical strength is not comparable to that of our monks. How easy is it to slay a dragon?"

"Hey, at worst, Senior Sister will bring the Dragon-Slaying Sword with her. With the sharpness of the Dragon-Slaying Sword, can she chop off a few dragon heads or chop melons and vegetables?"

As soon as Xiao Yun finished speaking, the childish voice of the dragon-slaying sword suddenly sounded in the sea of ​​consciousness: "Let alone a few baby dragons, even the real dragon can be chopped down without fail!"

Xiao Yun was already used to Dragon Sword's bragging character from time to time, so he just pretended not to hear what he said.

She said with a warm smile: "The Dragon-Slaying Sword is my junior brother's personal protective weapon. I can't take it away."

……

Xiao Yun and Wen Qing just chatted with each other.

Soon the two came to Longshou Peak's martial arts arena.

After three days, the disciples of Longshou Peak spent a lot of effort to build 32 competition arenas surrounding the peak of Longshou Peak.

Each arena is dozens of feet in diameter, with stands surrounding it. In addition, the elders of Longshou Peak personally arranged defensive formations above the arena.

No matter how hard the disciples struggled in the ring, they could not hurt the ordinary disciples watching around them.

The opponents of the Seven Summits are determined by drawing lots.

If 300 people sign up, then No. 290 will play against No. [-], and No. [-] will play against No. [-]-[-].

Players who have a bye can advance directly.

Xiao Yun and Wen Qing came to the registration office.

He said to the registered disciples warmly and politely: "Junior brother, we are here to sign up for the Qifeng martial arts competition."

The person in charge of registration was just an outer disciple. After seeing Wenqing, he immediately smiled and apologized: "Senior Sister Wenqing, it's you! I'll register you right now."

"You can draw lots in this wooden box first."

Wen Qing put her hand into the wooden box, stirred it, and pulled out a piece of paper with No. 420 Six written on it.

The outer disciple in charge of registration immediately wrote Wenqing's name on the registration book and asked: "Senior Sister Wenqing, may I ask, what is your current cultivation level?"

Wenqing felt that there was nothing to hide about this matter, and immediately said: "The eighth level of the Golden Core Realm."

As soon as the warm words came out, the registered disciple's eyes immediately widened: "Senior sister, what did you say? Are you at the eighth level of the Golden Core Realm? Are you kidding me?"

She smiled lightly and said, "Junior brother, do you look at me like I'm joking?"

The registered disciple immediately apologized and said, "Of course it's not like that. How could Senior Sister Wen Qing be joking with us?"

As he spoke, he quickly used a pen to record the eighth level of the golden elixir on his warm cultivation level. At the same time, he whispered to the disciples working with him: "Quickly, go notify the disciple who opened the handicap."

"Adjust the odds for Senior Sister Wenqing, and bet a thousand spirit stones on Senior Sister Wenqing to win the championship."

After ordering his companions, the registered disciple immediately asked Xiao Yun with a smile: "This junior brother is quite unfamiliar. Is he also going to participate in the Qifeng martial arts?"

Xiao Yun said calmly: "Yes, I am also here to participate in the competition. My name is Xiao Yun."

The high-level disciple also showed a look of surprise when he heard Xiao Yun's name: "So you are Xiao Yun from Xiaozhu Peak."

"Recently, your reputation in our Spirit Sword Sect is not inferior to that of Senior Sister Wen Qing. Everyone is talking about you."

Xiao Yun has been living in Xiaozhu Peak, and he doesn't know when he became so famous.

He immediately asked: "Really? What is everyone talking about me?"

"Do you think that since I have the Dragon-Slaying Sword, I will be the dark horse for this Qi Summit?"

The registered disciple secretly covered his mouth and smiled and said, "Senior brother, I can't say anything about this. You'd better wander around and go to the places where disciples from various sects gather to hear it for yourself."

Seeing the registered disciple smiling so obscenely, Xiao Yun had a bad feeling in his heart. Could it be that Kun Lingfeng and the others spread the word about what happened in the inn that day?

How dare they?

Xiao Yun felt guilty and wished he could immediately find out what bad things the Spirit Sword Sect disciples said about him behind his back.

The registered disciple asked calmly: "Junior brother Xiao, let's draw a lot. By the way, tell me what state you are in now. I'll register it for you."

Xiao Yun's mind had already gone elsewhere, he casually drew a lot and said: "Nine levels of foundation building."

After saying that, he immediately pulled his senior sister and left the registration office.

He turned a deaf ear to the calls of registered disciples behind him.

The registered disciple shouted from behind: "Hey, Junior Brother Xiao, our Qifeng Wushu cannot lie about his cultivation level. How can you, a miscellaneous spiritual root, reach the ninth level of foundation building?"

After shouting for a long time, the disciple in charge of registration could only sigh when he found that Xiao Yun was walking further and further away.

Although he didn't want to do this, he could only write what Xiao Yun said about the ninth level of the Foundation Establishment Realm under his name.

Another companion in charge of registration couldn't help complaining: "Senior brother, how can he, a newbie with mixed spiritual roots, build the ninth level of foundation? Doesn't writing like this constitute a lie about his cultivation level?"

The registered disciple waved his hand and said, "Forget it, since he said so, let's just register like this. He won't be able to pass the third round anyway."

"Junior brother Xiao Yun may not know yet."

"In order to prevent disciples with low cultivation levels from using weapons and magic weapons to advance, the use of weapons is not allowed in the first three rounds."

Another registered disciple said with a smile: "This is only fair, otherwise Xiao Yun would be his opponent if he took out the Dragon-Slaying Sword and an ordinary foundation-building disciple?"