Cultivation of Immortality Begins from the Red Mansion

The young man in white swung the long white sword in his left hand like a shadow, and streams of white sword energy shot forward. But the red-robed young man now had his hands hidden in his sleeves and no longer dodged around.

The shield of blood-red light all over his body shone brightly, and the white sword energy hit it, leaving white marks. However, in an instant, the blood-red light shone brightly, and the white sword energy disappeared.

The young man in white stared at the hands of the young man in red robe hidden in his sleeves, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

"Hmph! After playing with you for so long, I have some feelings for you now. It's a pity that you don't understand, so you can only die!"

The young man in red robe chuckled, his eyes widened with fierceness, and a fierce look flashed in the corners of his eyes.

"Boy, it's you who died!"

The hands hidden in the sleeves waved forward fiercely, and a bead emitting blood-red light shot out in the blink of an eye.

A blood-red awl followed closely behind, and the two of them were only a few feet away at this time.

At this moment, the blood-red beads were about to explode, and the young man in red robe dodged back to escape.

The boy in white had a sarcastic look on his face and roared.

"Send sword skills!"

The figure of the young man in white turned into a white light and merged into the white sword in his left hand. The white sword shone brightly and was extremely dazzling in an instant.

But just as the blood-red beads exploded, they disappeared without a trace.

"what!!!!"

A shrill howl resounded throughout the square with a radius of more than ten miles.

Just as a young man in red appeared in the left corner of the square, he was pierced by countless dazzling white flying swords. The blood-red aura shield all over his body could not block it at all. A bloody mist fell in the air like rain.

A few breaths later, the white dazzling flying sword disappeared without a trace, and a mass of flesh and blood, inhuman shape, plopped down on the square. The soul inside it had already been wiped out by countless sword rays.

At this time, the place where the blood-red bead exploded had long since disappeared, and a blood-red awl about an inch larger banged! It fell to the square with a loud sound, rolled more than ten feet away, and made a jingling sound, breaking the extremely silent square space at that moment.

The young man in white appeared from the ground in the center of the square, but fell forward unsteadily. The three-foot long white sword in his trembling left hand pushed forward and barely stopped.

He took out a jade bottle from his pocket with his right hand, poured out a white elixir and swallowed it into his belly. Then he hung the long sword in his left hand on his waist, sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes and started to regulate his breathing.

"This time the Xiaoyao Sword Sect is popular and victorious. It can be adjusted for half an hour. Fellow Taoists, please wait a moment."

Beyond the confinement of the gray light curtain thousands of feet high in the sky, a middle-aged man in black clothes stood in the sky and said loudly.

At this time, the square that had been silent for a moment suddenly became extremely noisy, with many monks talking loudly.

"This young man from Xiaoyao Sword Sect actually has such terrifying swordsmanship!"

"Sword cultivators are really a bunch of lunatics. They actually use the art of sending gods to send swords to their bodies. This is extremely dangerous. If you don't pay attention, you will die."

"Hey, if I have talent in swordsmanship and become a swordsman with amazing talents, how can those beautiful female cultivators in the sect look away..."

"This young man in white looks like he has just broken through the golden elixir. He actually has a magic weapon that connects his mind and heart? The Xiaoyao Sword Sect lives deep in the desolate land of Liangzhou, but it is hidden deep enough. With such a genius, is it possible that this round of competition in the arena..."

Ji Lingyu looked towards the southeast stone platform at this time and saw that the red-robed old man in the Blood Spirit Hall had a gloomy face and said nothing, while the middle-aged Taoist nun from the Lingfu Sect had an expressionless face and was in a daze.

He couldn't help but shook his head. The indifference and ruthlessness of the Yuan Ying monks from the big sect was obvious, and the Jindan Tianjiao monks were nothing more than that. There is no nostalgia when it is time to give up.

But this is not the case anywhere in this world. Most monks are not even qualified to be abandoned, and there are countless secular people who have spiritual roots but have been buried. They don't even know what cultivation is, and they are just a drop in the ocean among all living beings.

Bian Ye closed his eyes slightly and stopped paying attention to anything. The surroundings were extremely noisy, and he frowned slightly in boredom.

At this time, Mrs. Xiaoyao waved her jade hand and created a white light barrier, and the surrounding sounds suddenly became much quieter.

If it were not for deliberate spiritual exploration, it would be almost impossible to hear it.

Ji Lingyu opened his eyes quite unexpectedly. When he saw Mrs. Xiaoyao this time, she seemed to take good care of him.

Taking the initiative to send a summons to notify myself, it stands to reason that the master, the Seventh Young Master, should just notify him.

Later, Wu Shan plotted against her when she entered the Imperial City Conference together, so she drove him back to the sect without mercy. When Feng Xingyun provoked her with words, she scolded him loudly. Now that she was feeling slightly unwell, she noticed it again.

"Is it because you accept me as your direct disciple? How can any master care about his disciples like this? Even for the sake of Xiaoyaomeng's future, there is no need to love yourself so much, right? All of this is unusual,"

"Could it be..."

Just as he was thinking about this, he heard the old man in purple on the high platform next to him say loudly.

"Mrs. Xiaoyao's secrets are deep enough this time. Could this boy who has just broken through the golden elixir be the beloved disciple of Sword Master Xiaoyao? Ordinary fellow Yuan Ying cannot train such an outstanding disciple."

Mrs. Xiaoyao ignored it, narrowed her eyes slightly, and closed her eyes to rest in peace.

"This young man in red robes who is in the early stage of the Golden Core is also quite strange. As a disciple of the Sword Cultivating Sect, he is also a disciple of the Demonic Body Refining Technique. He has deep spiritual power, a gathering of precious light on his body, and his spiritual consciousness is also quite powerful. Could it be that he is better than the one below? Is that guy better?"

He was stared at by the purple-clothed old man and probed by his powerful spiritual consciousness. Ji Lingyu forced himself to calm down, his face was resolute, his sword-shaped eyebrows were sharp, his eyes were looking forward, and his back was straight.

Mrs. Xiaoyao finally opened her eyes and looked up at the old man in purple coldly.

"Old ghost Qi, although your sect and ours are both in Liangzhou, we have always kept our peace. You have repeatedly provoked me during this imperial city meeting. Do you really think that I have a good temper?"

Several high platforms to the west of this place were silent at this time. Seeing that the Yuanying monks were angry, the Jindan monks were all as silent as cicadas, bowing their heads and saying nothing.

The Nascent Soul cultivators in the surrounding stone chairs also looked over, as if they were ready to watch a good show.

When the old man in purple heard this, his expression froze, and he said with an embarrassed look: "I am just a little curious, why should Mrs. Xiaoyao be angry? If a Liangzhou monk really wins the Imperial City Conference, that is something that has not been heard of for thousands of years, and I will be embarrassed. There is light, and the journey is not in vain.”

At this time, he looked solemn and said to the young man and woman in purple behind him: "The disciples of the Yu Puppet Sect are not allowed to go on stage to challenge Xiaoyou Feng!"

"Yes! Patriarch!"

A group of young men and women in purple bowed and said yes!

Mrs. Xiaoyao no longer looked at the old man in purple, and when the old man saw this, he could only look away with a stern expression.

Ji Lingyu breathed a sigh of relief. The Nascent Soul cultivator only had a slight pressure on his consciousness, but he felt like a light on his back. He was extremely nervous and could not relax at all.