Forced Vest [Rebirth]

Feng Zhiyuan's progress was frightening. On the third day of the sect competition, when he was fighting Ming Tan, he had an epiphany and fell into samadhi.

Ming Tan guarded him all afternoon, and when Feng Zhiyuan woke up from samadhi, he had already formed a golden core.

"Congratulations, junior brother, for forming alchemy."

Ming Tan congratulated Feng Zhiyuan.

After forming the alchemy, Feng Zhiyuan's ruthless way of cultivation took a step closer, the expression on his face became more and more indifferent, and he had the appearance of the flower of Gaoling in the future.

Seeing Ming Tan, Feng Zhiyuan's eyes flickered with ice.

"Thank you, brother, for protecting me. I have been bothering you for the past few days. From tomorrow, I will find other disciples with comparable strength to compete. During this time, thank you for teaching me."

Ming Tan paused after hearing the words: "So, that's fine."

The two parted, Feng Zhiyuan watched Ming Tan leave.

Buddha Xiu in Tsing walked forward slowly, the breeze blew by, Buddha Xiu's clothes were motionless, only a faint sandalwood came with the wind.

After Feng Zhiyuan stopped for a long time, he turned and left.

At this time, in the sect competition, talented disciples from various sects have already emerged, and the most eye-catching one is naturally the No. [-] seed player, Mr. Kunlun.

Mr. Kunlun changed into an eye-catching outfit again today. The clothes woven with silver thread were dotted with gemstones of various colors. He also held a jade bone fan in his hand. The fan was inlaid with gemstones, colorful, making people more suspicious that this person is really a peacock. Become refined.

When the Qingqiu Fox Clan heard the rumors, they jumped up against the case: "What peacock spirits, our demon cultivators in Qingqiu are all serious demon clans, who is as ostentatious as that bastard!"

A Penglai disciple squinted at Mr. Kunlun for a while, and murmured:

"By the way, it's been more than three days. This flamboyant peacock spirit considers himself the No. 1 martial arts competition, but he hasn't participated in any competitions until now, right?"

Disciple Qingqiu was furious, jumped up and grabbed disciple Penglai by the collar: "It's been said that this guy is not a peacock spirit, not a demon cultivator. I heard from my uncle that he has the blood of the demon clan, but it's not pure, a half-demon with impure blood. , all belong to your human monks!"

The disciple of Mount Penglai had no doubts about Lord Kunlun's identity, and waved his hand when he heard the words: "Okay, I understand! Slip of the tongue, just let me go!"

Only then did disciple Qingqiu let go.

The Penglai disciples have always been concerned about the arrogant remarks made by Master Kunlun and his disciples when they visited: "I don't care whether Lord Kunlun is a demon cultivator or not. I just want to ask, is this Lord Kunlun really powerful?"

As the cold wind blew past, a voice said faintly: "Mr. Kunlun is already a golden elixir Dzogchen. With just one step, he can break a elixir and become a baby. Among all the disciples who participated in the competition, his cultivation is indeed the highest."

"However, the few of us are all Jindan Dzogchen, and there is not much difference from him."

Everyone turned to look at the person who made the sound.

The man's body was filled with black mist, and his voice was extremely ethereal, with a gloomy and cold meaning, and he looked ghostly.

Qingqiu's demon cultivator rubbed his arms: "Your ghost cultivators in West Nether Continent are also divided into Qi training, foundation building, alchemy formation and infant formation?"

The ghost cultivator from West Nether Continent said that he had been implicated.

"Otherwise, how do you think we cultivate? Just like the Eight Desolation Demon Cultivators, harvesting yin to replenish yang, absorbing yang energy, and capturing living souls?"

Ghost repair said displeased.

The demon cultivator of the Qingqiu tribe waved his hand: "I didn't say that you West Youming Continent are evil cultivators. Although we are all in the Taiyin Six Immortals Island, we don't communicate with each other across the eight barren lands. How ghost cultivators in Nether Continent practice, and Bahuang's methods of cultivating demons and evil cultivators are also different from ours."

"Ghost cultivator, not evil cultivator! Not even demon cultivator!"

Ghost Xiu became more and more displeased.

"I didn't say you guys are evil cultivators, why can't you guys understand human language?"

Qingqiu Yaoxiu widened his eyes and said.

The disciple of Mount Penglai had a headache, he put one arm around one of them, and said helplessly, "Calm down, shouldn't we be an alliance against Lord Kunlun?"

"Mr. Kunlun is our opponent!"

"Even if we are all Golden Core Dzogchen, there is still a gap between the general cultivation level of the perfection stage and one step away from conceiving a baby."

The disciple of Penglai Xianzhou shook his head and sighed.

The Twelve Immortal Continents are originally twelve fairy islands floating around the sun and the moon. There are six fairy islands arranged around the sun, collectively known as the Six Immortal Continents of the Sun, and the monks who absorb the spiritual power of the partial sun live on them.

Fuluo Island is the gathering place for music repairers, while Penglai Island is the gathering place for sword repairers.

The monks in Tiantu Xianzhou all have the blood of Semu people, and their skin color and eye color are different from other monks in Xianzhou. The monks in Tiantu Xianzhou are good at refining weapons, and they are the training ground for tool cultivators.

Yunshang monks are good at weaving and embroidering clothes, and the vestments and fairy robes with various formations are all produced in Yunshang Xianzhou.

The remaining two fairy continents are Long Teng, where martial cultivators have proved their way, and Duchen Continent, where casual cultivators are located.

The six immortal islands gathered around the moon are collectively called the Taiyin Six Immortal Continent. The monks living on the Taiyin Six Immortal Continent, except for the Lingshan Mountain, all cultivate with partial yin spiritual power.

For example, West Youming Continent, where ghost cultivators gather, can only absorb the power of the sun to practice.

In Qingqiu Xianzhou, where demon cultivators gather, most demon cultivators also practice by absorbing the essence of the moon. The essence of the moon is another name for the power of the yin.

The Eight Desolation is a desperate situation. Although the power of the sun is abundant, there are many dangers in the desperate situation. Many years ago, the Eleven Immortal Continent was used as a prison to punish and exile the monks of the sect.

Demonic cultivators and evil cultivators gather in the Eight Desolations, so although the Eight Desolations are also included in the Twelve Immortal Continents, they are not among the ones invited to participate in the sect competition.

Among the Six Immortal Continents of Taiyin, the monks of Kunlun Xianzhou are good at arranging arrays and talismans, and the monks of Tianhe Xianzhou are of the blood of the ancient witch clan.

It can be said that the monks of each Xianzhou have their own strengths, but there is little overlap between many Xianzhou, so these young monks have no idea how other Xianzhou monks practice.

"Ghost cultivators and demon cultivators, including devil cultivators, have different ways of practicing, but they all have to go through the stages of Qi training, foundation building, alchemy formation, Nascent Soul, and crossing the catastrophe. There is no difference."

Seeing that several people were at war, Brother Penglai said helplessly.

"Shouldn't our biggest problem now be to teach Kunlun Lord a lesson?"

He couldn't figure out why several allies were going to fight among themselves.

Yaoxiu and Guixiu looked at each other, then turned their faces away: "Okay."

"By the way, do you have any good ideas?"

Friar Penglai shook his head.

"That kid hasn't made a move so far, we don't even know how strong he is."

Black mist billowed from Guixiu's body: "It's a big deal, I'll fight him first tomorrow, among us, I'm the weakest, I'll go to the bottom first.

At the same time, after Feng Zhiyuan won the competition, he got off the competition platform, searched around, and walked towards Ming Tan who was teaching the little novice.

"Brother Mingtan."

Feng Zhiyuan saluted Ming Tan.

"Junior Brother Zhiyuan, you have won yet another step-up challenge, congratulations."

Ming Tan laughed.

Feng Zhiyuan nodded when he heard the words: "Challenging by stepping up the ranks is not a difficult task, as long as I challenge the mid-stage Golden Core disciples one by one, and defeat them all, then I can challenge the brothers in the late-stage Golden Core stage."

While the two were talking, suddenly a tyrannical aura exploded on the competition stage in the center.

"What a strong aura!"

Feng Zhiyuan was shocked.

"It's the competition for the disciples of Jindan Dzogchen. Should I go and see?"

Ming Tan invited.

"Senior Brother, Ming Tan Senior Brother, Ming Si also wants to see it!"

The little novice who had been standing beside Ming Tan hurriedly jumped up and said.

Feng Zhiyuan glanced down at Mingsi.

"Senior Brother Mingtan and Brother Mingsi really have a good relationship."

When Mingsi heard this, Baozi's face swelled: "That's not true, brother Mingtan doesn't like Mingsi, he's always in seclusion, he's been practicing in seclusion, brother Mingsi, he can't even see him!"

Hearing this, Feng Zhiyuan looked at Ming Tan thoughtfully.

Ming Tan: ...

It feels like the vest is completely transparent.

Ming Si wronged Baba's accusation: "Senior brother has been in retreat, and he promised to tell me a story before, but it has been several years, and senior brother has been in retreat, and he didn't tell me any more stories at all. Senior brother is a liar."

Ming Tan: ...

Feng Zhiyuan looked at Ming Tan with no expression on his face, Ming Tan who was stared at felt guilty for a while.

Hold on, he can't fall off the horse yet, he can now double open stably, as long as Ming Tan and Qu Yunzhen are both online, his crisis of falling off the horse will be resolved!

Ming Tan smiled firmly: "It's true that I broke my promise, Ming Si, why don't I take you to Fuluo to visit your senior brother Zhiyuan's master after the martial arts competition is over, and I will treat it as the brother's compensation for you. Do you think it's okay?" ?”

"Brother Mingtan, is it true?" Mingsi cheered.

Feng Zhiyuan was taken aback when he heard the words, and raised his eyes to look at Ming Tan

Ming Tan smiled more and more kindly.

"Speaking of which, Venerable Master and I haven't seen each other for a long time. It's time to pay a visit to the old man. He practiced in Lingshan back then, and Venerable Master and I are kind of fellowshipmen. The spirit sword you are wearing now is the one worn by Venerable Master back then. passed."

Feng Zhiyuan's expression changed obviously: "Duanliu...is the saber that Master used back then? No wonder Senior Brother Mingtan recognized the name of my saber. I thought..."

"Well, what does Junior Brother think?"

Ming Tan said in surprise.

Feng Zhiyuan's expression was a little depressed, he pursed his lips, and shook his head: "It's because Junior Brother's mood is unstable, he's got a demonic obstacle."

He always thought that senior brother Mingtan was very similar to his master, but in the end, it was just that he was thinking too much.

The master can read Sanskrit, and playing the piano has a sense of Zen. It turns out that the master has also practiced in Lingshan.

He even suspected that Senior Brother Mingtan...was his master.

Feng Zhiyuan performed the exercises over and over again, only then did he restore his calm.

Seeing that Feng Zhiyuan dispelled his doubts, Ming Tan finally heaved a sigh of relief—very good, the vest was saved!

Suddenly, the light of the magic circle in the distance shot up into the sky, attracting Ming Si.

Mingsi's eyes lit up: "Senior Brother, let's go and see, the competition between the senior brothers looks so interesting! All the senior brothers, come quickly, let's watch the senior brothers compete!"

All the young novice monks from Lingshan gathered here.

"Brother, we all have to go and see!"

A group of little monks said cheerfully like sparrows.

Ming Tan smiled and shook his head, and Feng Zhiyuan led the ten young novice monks to the center of the competition stage.

On the stage, Mr. Kunlun shook his fan comfortably, and raised his eyebrows at the monk he defeated: "Junior brother, you lost."

Not far from Mr. Kunlun, a monk was like a bee stuck on a spider web, trapped and frozen in mid-air by the formation, his movements were frozen at the moment of shooting, his movements were distorted, and his expression was even more distorted.

Trapped by the formation, the cultivator, who lost all his fighting power, turned green and white for a while, gritted his teeth and said: "I have already surrendered, please brother, let me go! Come on!"

"Okay."

Mr. Kunlun waved his fan, and the formation disappeared.