Lady Cultivator

One month passed in the blink of an eye.

This month, Mo Tiange concentrated on practicing and understanding the formations, and occasionally came out to check on the situation. They just thought that the other party was responsible for what happened between the An family and the Huang family. The deeper they investigated, the more they found out that the two were having an affair. They all accused the other party of instigating their juniors to seduce them. They couldn't solve the problem, so they had to fight privately. As a result, they fought back and forth. Both sides can only suffer losses, and the family will decline further. More than ten years later, the remaining monks from the two families died one after another and were expelled from Yunwu Mountain - of course, this is a story for another time.

Now, as long as they can't be traced to him, Mo Tiange doesn't care what happens to them. These two families are always dog-eat-dog, and they won't let go of this opportunity to attack each other. She has something more important now, that is, the Yunwu Mountain Sendai Club has finally begun.

At this time, there were several times more monks in Yunwu Mountain than usual. Firstly, there were naturally more people attending the Sendai Society. Secondly, most of the people attending the Sendai Society were accompanied by someone, either a friend or an elder.

Mo Tiange got up early in the morning. At the same time, Ye Jiang also paused to heal his wounds, packed up his belongings, and went together.

This is the tradition of the Sendai Society. Just because you go to Sendai to compete, you will not care whether you live or die. Therefore, those who go to compete will be accompanied by relatives and friends. If they are really dead, their belongings will be taken back by their relatives and friends. If not, they will belong to the sect.

The uncle and nephew followed the mountain road and flew to the mountain peak where the Yunwu Sect was located. They first registered with the gatekeeper and obtained the token before they could enter with their second uncle.

Seeing Ye Jiang's cultivation in the foundation-building stage, the young disciple guarding the door took a second look. It is naturally much easier for a monk in the foundation-building stage to join a sect, and it is also very easy to bring a nephew or apprentice to join the sect, so the few monks who are in the foundation-building stage are accompanying them to the Sendai Association. It was only when he saw that Ye Jiang's age showed that he didn't have much longevity that the disciple looked away. For foundation-building monks who are about to sit down and have no hope of advancement, on the one hand, the sect does not want to accept them, and on the other hand, those foundation-building monks are not willing to join the sect and be restrained before sitting down. This is not surprising.

Today's Yunwu Sect's mountain gate looks like a Taoist temple with great incense in the secular world. There are people everywhere on the mountain road. Mo Tiange's initial estimate is that there may be thousands of people. Among these more than a thousand people, even if half of them want to go on stage, there are still more than a thousand people, but the sect recruits only a few dozen people, which shows that the competition is fierce.

After entering the Yunwu Mountain Gate, there is a large square, covering an area of ​​​​large enough to accommodate ten thousand people. Behind the square is the glorious main hall, shrouded in clouds and mist, which makes it feel like a fairy gate.

At this time, ten arenas have been set up in the square. There are several foundation-building monks guarding each of the arenas, and there are also Qi-refining monks registering here.

The rules of this arena are that if you win more than ten people in the arena, you will be considered to advance to the next round. In the next competition, you will still win several people until there are dozens of people left.

The second uncle told her that the beginning and the end are not easy to fight. At the beginning, there are always people who want to qualify as early as possible, and the masters have not yet entered the stage. At the end, there are many people who have lost in other arenas, in order to compete for the last chance. , even desperate, most of the casualties occurred at the last moment. Therefore, she decided to enter the ring at about the middle time. This way, it would be easier to avoid the front and back, and it would be less likely to encounter desperate people.

When the sun rose, several communication talismans flew out of the hall and fell directly into the hands of the monks guarding the ring. These monks received the communication talisman and each announced that the competition in their own arena would begin.

Each arena has its own competition, and everyone can enter it once, so many people will enter the arena first at the beginning. If they fail, they will choose a weaker arena and fight again. However, this is rarely successful, because items such as talismans, spirit stones, etc. will be lost. How can casual cultivators have enough property to consume like this? Even if they do, they will probably be injured or something in the middle, but it will be much more difficult than the first time.

Mo Tiange and the two men casually guarded a ring to watch, and soon saw someone coming on stage. He was a strong man in his thirties and at the ninth level of Qi refining.

The rules of the Sendai Society are that only those who are fifty years old are eligible to register.

Because it is difficult for monks to advance after the age of fifty, most of the people present were in their thirties or forties, and there were not many young people under twenty like Mo Tiange.

The strong man handed the token to the monk in charge of registration and raised his voice: Is there any fellow Taoist who can come up and give me advice? His voice was like a bell, and the people in the audience could hear it clearly.

There were people at the ninth level of Qi refining at the beginning. The monks surrounding the arena all sighed at the bad luck. The tenth level was the highest level of Qi refining. From the beginning, there were such high-level people. Why not let those at the sixth or seventh level of Qi refining People feel helpless.

However, naturally some people didn't want to let it go. As expected, someone came up to the stage, handed over the token first, and then greeted the strong man: Brother, I would like to ask you for advice.

The two of them were polite before taking out their spiritual weapons and started fighting back and forth.

Ye Jiang shook his head and said, Go and have a look at other arenas.

Mo Tiange had no objection. The fighting methods of the two monks in this arena were very ordinary. She just had a lower level of cultivation, but with her handy Aoki Sword and Aoki Jue, it was not difficult to defeat them.

In the second arena, it was actually a talisman battle between two people. I don’t know where these two people came from. They actually threw talismans at each other as if they were free of charge. It was crazier than her killing the monk from the An family.

Mo Tiange thought for a while, and when faced with such an opponent, there was no other way except to throw talismans at the same time as the opponent. Using spiritual weapons could not be as fast as talismans, and the magic formula also consumed spiritual energy. The one with more talismans would definitely win. .

The next few were all normal. In one of the arenas, Ye Jiang couldn't help but say Eh.

Mo Tiange was curious: What's wrong, second uncle?

Ye Jiang looked at it for a while and then shook his head: This monk is extremely skilled in spiritual energy. He must be either an elder or a determined person.

Mo Tiange looked at the stage where a middle-aged man in his forties who was at the seventh level of Qi refining was competing with a young man in his early twenties who was at the ninth level of Qi refining. The middle-aged monk had a fan-shaped spiritual weapon in his hand, but the young man only had a defense. The talisman was slapped on his body, but the spell was fast and accurate, but the middle-aged monk was overwhelmed. Presumably the second uncle is talking about this young man.

Mo Tiange looked at it for a long time, but couldn't figure out the reason, so he said, This person just practices magic well.

Ye Jiang smiled and shook his head: The spells used by this man are very ordinary, but his spiritual energy moves very quickly. You can see the time when he takes action. He barely needs any preparation, and the spells come out one by one. Ordinary Qi refining monks can use the spiritual energy before using the spells. It takes a long time, and it is precisely because of this that the talisman is faster than the spell, but if you look at it, it is not much slower than the talisman. This is the limit that a Qi Refining monk can achieve.

Mo Tiange took a closer look and found that it was indeed the case. This person used spells as if he were issuing talismans, one by one, making the opponent unable to parry.

To be able to practice this skill, either the elders gave me advice, or he has deliberately practiced the movement of spiritual energy himself, and spent a lot of thought on it. He can spend his mind on such seemingly useless things, and there is not enough time. Short, it shows that he is a determined person.

Mo Tiange was greatly impressed, not only by admiring this man's will, but also by his second uncle's sharp eyesight. He could infer this young man's temperament just by looking at how quickly he used spells.

The uncle and nephew looked around before choosing a place.

Ye Jiang said: Just here, you can go up next.

Mo Tiange responded and watched the competition on the ring attentively.

What's rare is that the two monks on this stage are both young men, only in their twenties, and both are at the seventh level of Qi refining. One of them wielded a flying sword, and the other used a whip. The flying sword was a high-level spiritual weapon, and the young man wielding the sword also seemed to have pure spiritual energy. Gradually, the whip wielder could only parry, because the whip was only a mid-level spiritual weapon and did not dare to touch the flying sword. He could only dodge, but before he could reach it, the young man had no choice but to admit defeat.

Hearing the foundation-building monk announcing the winner at the edge of the ring, the young man with the flying sword proudly held his hands in his hands and looked at the people in the audience.

Ye Jiang said: Come on.

Mo Tiange nodded, jumped onto the ring, first greeted the foundation-building monks beside him, and then presented him with the token. After the foundation-building monk confirmed that there was no problem, she hugged the young man and said, Ye Xiaotian, please give me some advice.