Cultivation of Immortality Begins from the Red Mansion

Ning Xueer looked at Ji Lingyu again, blinked her eyes, and showed a bright smile.

"Ji Lingyu, please remember that my name is Ning Xueer, and I have a tie with you!"

After saying that, he ignored the slight frown of the red-robed young man opposite him, laughed again, jumped out of the gray light screen, and headed to the high platform in the southwest. The girl's silver bell-like laughter could also be heard in the air.

"Which other Taoist friends are here to challenge?"

The Emperor of Qin also rarely smiled at this time.

For a moment, there was silence all around the square, and it was extremely quiet.

A moment later, just when the Emperor of Qin was about to say something else, a blue figure jumped up from the southwest high platform at an extremely fast speed and flew into the arena like an afterimage.

"Just the same, Qingyun!"

This man is dressed in a blue robe and Taoist attire, with his hair tied up and a high crown. He is about thirty years old and has a middle-stage Jindan cultivation level. He is tall and thin, holding a three-foot-long blue simple sword in his right hand, flashing with a sharp cold light, which seems to be quite extraordinary.

Ji Lingyu's whole body was wrapped in blood-red flames to protect his body. He made no other movements, but had a determined look on his face, sharp eyebrows and narrowed eyes, waiting for the opponent to take action.

But I saw that the young man in blue robe was not talking nonsense. He held the blue long sword tightly with his left hand and waved forward. The magic formula of his right hand changed. Hundreds of blue sword energy shot out from the blue long sword in the blink of an eye. A few of them hit the blood-red flame shield of the red-robed young man more than ten miles away.

But there was another squeaking sound, turning into a burst of blue mist, and more blue sword energy shot out. This time, it no longer melted into blue mist, but formed a layer of blue water curtain. It was surrounded by blood-red flames.

Seeing this, the young man in blue robe showed a hint of joy on his face. He threw the blue sword into the air with his left hand and struck with magic spells with both hands.

"The Art of Ten Thousand Swords! The Return of Ten Thousand Swords to the Sect!"

Thousands of blue sword energy rays of different lengths shot forward, and soon the blood-red flame was wrapped in a blue water curtain more than ten feet deep.

Ji Lingyu, however, was so busy that he changed the magic formula on his right hand, and a blood-red flame was injected into the Nine Netherworld Flame Shield that enveloped his whole body.

This water sword technique is not even as good as Yao Ningshuang's ice sword technique, and the ice sword energy is quite sharp and cold.

It's just that the blue sword in the hands of the young man in blue robe seems to be quite extraordinary, it should be an ancient treasure.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the young man in blue robe withdrew his hands and hung the long blue sword back to his waist. He swallowed a white pill in his right hand and calmed down the violent heaving of his chest for a moment.

Looking forward with sharp eyes, he saw that the red-robed young man in a radius of hundreds of feet had his eyes slightly closed at this time. The huge water spiritual power in the blue water curtain seemed to be unable to invade the blood-red flame shield wrapped around his body.

He couldn't help showing a look of disappointment, and sighed: "Fellow Taoist, this bloody flame is really overbearing, and Qingyun has admitted defeat this time!"

Before he finished speaking, he flew up without hesitation, jumped out of the gray light curtain, and headed towards the southwest high platform.

Ji Lingyu still maintained the three-foot-thick shield of Nine Netherworld Flames. After a moment, the hundreds of feet of dark blue water curtain fell to the ground of the square below without anyone in charge, like a blue waterfall in the air.

"Xiaoyao Sword Sect, Ji Lingyu wins! Fellow Taoist, you can adjust your breath for half an hour. Fellow Taoists, please wait a moment."

The Emperor of Qin had just finished speaking.

Ji Lingyu said loudly at this time: "Is there any other fellow Taoist who is going to leave? Please come in quickly. I have answered all of them. There is no need to adjust your breath!"

But at this moment, there was another middle-stage Jindan cultivator on the southwest high platform, and the figure of a young man in white jumped into the field.

"Hehuan Sect, Yunfeng!"

Ji Lingyu looked at the young man in white. He was as tall and handsome as the monks of the Hehuan Sect, with a sharp face and slender eyebrows.

At this time, he held a white jade flute in his left hand. After announcing his name, he immediately started playing, and the lingering sound echoed in the square with a radius of more than ten miles.

Ji Lingyu frowned and protected himself with blood-red flames, but he couldn't stop the ecstatic sound that made people feel dizzy.

His face was resolute, his sword-shaped eyebrows were sharp, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and there was a hint of fierceness in the corners of his eyes.

"Don't delay, lest you have long nights and dreams. I know very little about the secret techniques of attacking the soul."

After thinking about this, he no longer hesitated, and his body flashed forward and disappeared without a trace.

However, just when the young man in red robe appeared behind the young man in white, the young man in white in front had already disappeared.

A few breaths later, the young man in white appeared again at a height of a thousand feet and continued to play.

Ji Lingyu looked up and frowned deeply.

But without any pause, a blood-red light shot out from his right hand, flashing in the air and disappearing without a trace.

The young man in white was fully vigilant. When he saw the blood-red cone of blood spirit divine light escaping, he did not use his escape technique. He waved the white jade flute forward with his right hand!

boom! With a sound, the blood-red pointed cone was knocked away, and the aura fell dimly to the ground of the square.

At this moment, he saw the red-robed young man's hands coming out, and ten blood-red rays of light as thick as fingers shot out.

His expression was extremely horrified, but the magic formula on his right hand changed and turned into a white light and disappeared without a trace.

However, the young man in red robe used both hands to strike continuously, and ten rays of blood-red light shot towards the ground in the square below, where a figure of a young man in white clothes appeared.

But it disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"Humph!"

The young man in red robe snorted coldly! But the magic formula on his right hand just changed, and four blood-red rays of light shot upward.

The figure of the young man in white just flashed out, and then disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Fellow Taoist, is this bloody divine light endless?"

The voice of the young man in white came from nowhere in the air.

"How many more times can you use the escape technique?"

After dodging several more times, as soon as the young man in white appeared, he hurriedly shouted: "I admit defeat. Fellow Daoist Ji is really very powerful, I admire you very much!"

Ji Lingyu's hands changed the magic formula, and when he retracted it, he would activate the divine light of the bleeding spirit.

The young man in white looked deeply at the young man in red robe standing in the center of the square, then jumped out of the gray light curtain and headed towards the southwest high platform!

"Xiaoyao Sword Sect, Ji Lingyu wins! Fellow Taoists, please come down and challenge."

The Emperor of Qin no longer asked if he needed to adjust his breath this time, but said so directly.

At this time, the surroundings of the square were extremely noisy, and the monks on the high platform could not stop talking.

"Can this blood-spirited divine light still be like this? Who can defeat ten such blood-red lights?"

"I haven't seen that there is no need to adjust the breath. This blood-red light does not condense much power, and it is not the same as the blood-red cone that can break the protective body."

"Why don't you go and get a few blows to see if anything will happen?"

"Fellow Taoist is joking. With such powerful methods, how dare I risk my death!"

"There won't be any monks going to challenge us now. Most of the monks from the big sects have already attended the meeting. It's hard for the monks from the small sects to come back alive."

"This brings the Imperial City Conference to an end. I have met all kinds of talented monks, so many secret techniques, and gathered with many fellow Taoists in Zhongdu Imperial City to exchange their cultivation experiences and exchange what they need for cultivation. It is really worthwhile. This line."