I, Panda, am super fierce!

Seeing Si Heng coming in, Lan Yue, who had been circling around Yi Zhou, suddenly fell silent.

Under certain circumstances, the sword is more vigilant than people. The all-time fortitude in the opponent makes Lanyue, who has only a little superficial intelligence, retreat subconsciously, because he is afraid that he will be destroyed by the opponent.

Averting his eyes from Yi Zhou, Si Heng glanced at the sword that was as quiet as a chicken.

Although he didn't know exactly what happened, but the traces of the formation next to the apprentice, the swords that surrounded the room before, and the expressions of everyone when they first came in, all made him guess what happened.

Casually laying down a new formation beside Yi Zhou, Si Heng walked outside the formation and stood up to protect the apprentice.

The lecture continued, but the remaining words never reached Yi Zhou's ears.

The magic power in the meridians gradually brought forth determination, and the sword shadow in the dantian became more and more realistic.

Yi Zhou even began to feel that he was also a sword. When he thought this way, there was a soft moan in his mind.

The voice was not much different from before, but this time Yi Zhou heard some other emotions inside.

It seems to be afraid, and there is a sense of restlessness in the fear.

Yi Zhou began to try to communicate with it, trying to appease it.

With his efforts, the fear in the sound of the sword gradually disappeared, and the unconvinced eagerness to try took the upper hand.

Yizhou didn't care much about this kind of emotion. First, he felt that the sword itself should not be too quiet, and second, the sword that existed in his fantasy had a vague image in his mind.

Yi Zhou wants to gradually perfect this appearance, so naturally he has no experience to control the emotions that are not easy to communicate.

Everyone in Taiyanzong was surprised to find that after Si Heng came in, he started pretending to be a good sword, and became restless again.

It was the same as before, shaking its body and poking on the formation from time to time as a test. Seeing that the people outside ignored it, and the force from the formation was within the acceptable range, the movement of the moon began to get bigger and bigger.

From stabbing itself to pulling the sword energy condensed from Yizhou's body, with previous experience, Lanyue called his helpers to attack in one place from the very beginning.

But there is too much gap between Si Heng and that Nascent Soul, even if he arranges the formation casually, it cannot be broken by the natal spirit sword of a Jindan cultivator.

Lanyue didn't know what it was to be discouraged, and she didn't stop in her movements, as if she was unwilling to give up if she didn't break the formation.

The natal spirit sword also consumes a monk's mana when it moves, but it is a little less than ordinary magic weapons.

Before, Yizhou could refine mana at the same speed as Lanyue, but that guy was getting more and more vigorous in his movements, and the transformed mana couldn't keep up with his consumption.

Yi Zhou was immersed in the outline of the sword shadow in his mind, and had no time to notice this matter. It was because Lan Yue had used up almost all of his mana and went to make noise in his mind, that he noticed this matter.

The outside world didn't make him feel dangerous, instead, there was a reassuring atmosphere around him all the time, and Yi Zhou didn't take this mana thing seriously.

He focused on two tasks, most of which were used to outline the sword image in his mind, and a small part of his mind began to increase the absorption of spiritual energy to replenish the mana in his body.

The moment he increased his aura absorption, several top-grade spirit stones flew around to provide him with pure aura.

Most of the other people in the attic saw this scene with complicated emotions.

In Yizhou's situation, it is obvious that he has entered a state of epiphany.

For most monks, epiphany only exists in legends, and they may not encounter it once in a lifetime.

But this young fellow from the same sect just entered the epiphany so casually, and seeing the increasingly dense sword energy permeating the magic circle, he knew that the other party had gained a lot.

When the masters of the six major sects finish their lectures one by one, the Dao Discussion and Dharma Conference will finally begin.

A bamboo tube suddenly appeared in the center of the field, and many pieces of jade flew out of the pen tube, flying towards the foundation-building monks in the attics.

Numbers from one to fifty were written on the jade piece, and each number represented a platform, and the monks stood on their own platforms in turn.

Each platform can stand 100 people, these 100 people will fight after the start, and only the two people who stay on the platform can enter the next round.

Everyone went up, and the elder who presided over the Dharma meeting of Gui Yuanzong came out to repeat the rules.

The first round of screening has officially begun.

Yi Zhou didn't know all of this. After recovering his mana a little, he withdrew his mind and devoted himself to the sword shadow in his mind.

The sword shadow was only outlined, and Yi Zhou wanted to fill it up bit by bit.

This is not a simple matter. I don't know what it takes to fill that sword shadow. He just filled it up a little, and he feels extremely tired.

Lanyue outside was supported by mana, and resumed his unfinished business, directing the sword energy to attack the formation.

From the moment that sword shadow appeared in his mind, the sword energy condensed around Yi Zhou changed from clearly visible to faintly visible. If you don't pay attention, you can only feel a gust of wind blowing by.

This change has greatly increased the danger of sword energy, but it is still useless against formations.

Only the other Golden Core cultivators who were watching around raised Yi Zhou's danger level a little bit higher in their hearts.

Monks do not need sleep, so there is no such thing as stopping fighting at night.

From day to night, there were fewer and fewer monks on the platform, and only the last few were still supporting.

Half of the [-] monks who came over from Tai Yanzong were repelled, and after that, some people were kicked out of the platform one after another.

Only less than twenty disciples remained at the end.

Most of the defeated disciples came back dejectedly, feeling ashamed.

At this time, those familiar teachers will come forward to comfort.

The screening will end when there are only two disciples left on each platform.

Most of the monks who passed the first round of deletion were exhausted, and they would get two days of rest after drawing the next round of number plates.

Although a magic circle was arranged in the pavilion, there were too many people, so it was not a good choice for meditation. The monks went back one by one, and only a few remained.

Among them are the two masters and apprentices in the attic at the front on the right.

There are also a few people in an attic in the middle on the right.

The owner of Wangyue Valley looked at his son who was as if nothing had happened, but he just refused to move, and felt a headache.

"You don't have to leave, you have to tell your father why?"

Although Wangyue Valley is not comparable to the six major sects, it is also somewhat famous in the cultivation world.

They established their sect based on medicine, unlike other sects, the medicine in Wangyue Valley is not refined into pills, but exists in the form of decoction.

This time, their results in the questioning conference were not very good. Only one disciple was lucky enough to make it to the next round, and he was seriously injured.

Although the injury was severe, it was not a difficult matter for Wangyuegu, it was just a few bowls of soup and medicine.

The reason why Moon Valley Master wanted his son to go back with him was because he had such a small hope.

I hope he can suddenly become enlightened while observing other people's medicine.

After all, for a sect that established its sect based on medicine, the son of Guzhu didn't know anything about medicine, which is too unreasonable.

Cheng Xi turned to look at his father, then turned back to look out the window.

"I'm busy."

There was no one moving around outside, and he waited since the crowd started to disperse, and when the crowd dispersed, he still didn't find the person he was looking for.

He was not seen in the crowd of Tai Yanzong either, Cheng Xi thought, could it be that the news Xiao Hei heard was wrong?

Thinking of this, a little displeasure appeared on his face.

"Are you talking about what you have to do?" Valley Master Mochizuki waited impatiently, ready to use force: "If you can't explain why, you must go back with me today."

The boy in front of him didn't move at all.

He is not interested in medicine by nature, no matter how many times he has seen it, he can only feel the unpleasant smell in it, which makes his body stink, and he doesn't think about it other than that.

But his father, an old-fashioned old man, has never given up, always thinking that tomorrow there will be a miracle.

Cheng Xi scoffed at this idea, he has already cultivated to the Golden Core, is it because he still doesn't know the material?

Because of the teenager's lack of cooperation, the atmosphere between the father and son was a little tense.

Seeing this scene, the attendants standing in the corner tensed up, fearing to offend the two masters.

The only exception is Xiao Hei.

As the most talkable attendant next to Master Shaogu of Wangyue Valley, Xiao Hei's status is considered top among these people.

Seeing that the two were in such a stalemate, he waited for a while, stepped forward to Cheng Xi's side, and said, "Master, that person has already left, so don't wait."

"Who are you waiting for?" Xiao Hei's words were keenly captured by the Moon Valley Master, and he asked his son, "Do you have an appointment with someone else?"

"No." Cheng Xi became a little annoyed when his actions were exposed, he turned his head and glared at Xiao Hei, and then said firmly to his father: "No matter, let's go back?"

Chengxi's attitude changed extremely stiffly, and Moon Valley Master still didn't understand, but he never understood his son's personality. After seeing his consent, he didn't bother about anything else, and hurried back with him.

I hope the disciples below have not had time to cook the medicine.

Two days later, the second round of competitions in the foundation building period began.

Different from the first round, the second round of competition adopts a one-on-one mode, and 50 winners will directly enter the third round.

Among the fifty monks who lost, ten more monks were selected to enter the third round together.

This round took a little less time than the first round, and after the end, the sun was still in the sky.

As before, there are two days of rest between the second round and the third round, so that the monks can adjust their breathing to the best state possible.

The rounds of competitions passed, from 100 people to 60 people, then to 30 people, 20 people, and ten people.

Among the last ten people, the final ranking will be compared.

As time went by, Cheng Xi's complexion became worse and worse.

"Are you sure you didn't ask the wrong question?" Taking advantage of others not paying attention, Cheng Xi held Xiao Hei and gritted his teeth and asked.

Compared to Chengxi, Xiao Hei was much calmer about this matter, and he quickly defended himself after hearing this: "I heard these things from Gui Yuanzong, it must be true."

Cheng Xi still didn't believe it: "Or it's because you didn't explain what he looked like."

"How could it be possible, Master!" Xiao Hei took out a piece of paper from the storage bag and unfolded it for him to see: "I don't have a photostone, so I used this stupid method. Exactly the same as real people?"

The picture on the paper is a young monk, holding a skewer of food in his hand, stuffing it into his mouth, narrowing his eyes slightly, with an expression of enjoyment.

This was the first time Cheng Xi saw Yi Zhou. He was attracted by the man's expression, and then bought a snack from the stall, and then followed him all the way, and then he started to make friends.

I didn't expect that Xiao Hei's painting would look like this. Chengxi praised the other party's good vision in his heart, but at the same time he was a little strange. Didn't Xiao Hei not notice him before?How can you remember this scene?

"Is the young master dissatisfied?" When he was frowning, Xiao Hei asked, with a little nervousness on his face that could not be easily detected: "I have studied at home for several years since I was a child, and my drawing skills are poor. Don't blame me, young master."

"It's okay." Cheng Xi waved away the doubts in his heart, and took the painting over: "I want this thing."

With the ranking of the top ten ranked one by one, all the competitions for the monks in the Foundation Establishment Period of the Asking Conference were all over.

Tai Yanzong's performance this time was good, occupying three of the first ten seats, ranking second, third, and sixth respectively.

No.1 was won by a Dzogchen monk in Gui Yuanzong, who had a magic weapon for protection, which was extremely powerful, and ordinary means could not hurt him at all.

Although some people are very disdainful of the first place obtained by this method, Gui Yuanzong obviously doesn't think so, and all the disciples under him are beaming, especially in front of everyone in Taiyanzong.

It seems that since then I can really turn around.

After the foundation building stage competition ended, the next day was the Jindan stage competition.

Same as Foundation Establishment, the initial screening of Golden Core stage is also a random fight, except that there is no difference from one hundred people to one fifty people.

It was another morning, monks from various factions arrived at the attic one after another.

Tai Yanzong was still the last one to arrive as before. When those people entered the attic, they all glanced aside as if nothing.

It has been thirteen days, and this one still hasn't woken up.

The place was thick white, and the entire area was filled with atomized aura.

The pure white spiritual energy formed a small vortex centered on the monk in the middle, and the vortex was still surging. Through the formation, others had no way of knowing the specific situation.

All he knew was that the sword energy that could still be seen had disappeared without a trace.

Yi Zhou was still filling in the sword shadow. After so many days, he only filled in a small spot in front of the sword tip, and the result was hardly fruitful.

He was already very tired, but subconsciously knew that this was a rare opportunity, and he would regret it if he missed it.

So Yi Zhou has been gritting his teeth and persisting, wanting Jianying to draw out more entities.

This kind of persistence until he filled the point at the tip of the sword, his mind was extremely exhausted, and the outline of the sword shadow no longer accepted any filling.

Another bamboo tube appeared in the open space outside. The bamboo tube was the same as last time, and jade flakes flew out of it, and the jade flakes flew out in all directions, reaching the hands of all participating Jindan monks.

In the Taiyan sect, except for Yi Zhou, the other 49 people got the jade pieces, but the last one went in and turned around like a headless chicken.

The aura of the jade piece is limited, and once the time limit expires, the monks who have not obtained the jade piece will automatically give up their qualifications.

The eyes of the people around were all focused on the place covered by the thick fog, each with their own thoughts.

Some are fortunate, some are regretful, and some are gleeful.

After all, when they arrived at the Dao Law Conference, apart from being fellow disciples, they were also their own opponents.

For the monks present, the loss of such a formidable enemy is not a bad thing for them.

The piece of jade has been turning around in the pavilion for a while, seeing that the spiritual energy is approaching, a group of people raised their hearts and waited for it to fall.

Just when it was on the verge of falling, as if it would fall in the next moment, Si Heng suddenly withdrew the magic circle over there.

A hand was stretched out from the thick fog, and the palm was raised, and the jade piece that had lost most of its aura just wobbled into his hand.