I don't want to accept Long Aotian as a disciple today

Seeing the end of the second round, Lu Wanxian guessed that the crane should have rested, so he withdrew from the crowd.

Qin Chiyu stood on the stage, facing the No.3 challenger.

He quickly devoted himself to the battle, and didn't realize that Lu Wanxian had left until the third round was over.

Feeling a little lost in his heart, Qin Chiyu became happy again when he thought that he would soon be able to find him and talk about his experience in today's ring battle.

Yes, Qin Chiyu is already planning to end today's battle. According to the agreement, he can only fight three times a day for three hours, otherwise the Heavenly Fire Spiritual Root may lose control.

That's it for today.

Qin Chiyu was about to tell the disciples in yellow that he planned to step down, so that he didn't have to count in the victory or defeat, and let others take advantage of it for no reason.

There was a burst of laughter from the audience.

Qin Chiyu turned his head and saw a young monk wearing a purple gold corset striding over.

There was an extremely ear-piercing spiritual pressure in that laughter, so that Qin Chiyu's ears felt a little uncomfortable, and he was unprepared to be hit by the spiritual pressure, and his head was a little dizzy.

"Are you the Qin Chiyu that Sister Yunwu said?" The young man in the purple gold corset looked Qin Chiyu up and down, "It doesn't look like that."

Qin Chiyu stared at this person, always feeling that his appearance was very repulsive, as if he resembled someone.

"I'm Sheng Tianqi, I'll send you off stage this time." The young man in Zijin body armor laughed arrogantly.

"Sheng Tianjiao... who are you?" Qin Chiyu felt a hatred that penetrated to the marrow rise up his back, making him shiver involuntarily.

Seeing Qin Chiyu trembling, Sheng Tianqi thought he was frightened, and smiled even more unscrupulously, and said, "That trash is my compatriot brother, what's wrong?"

"So that's the case, then please." Qin Chiyu lowered his palm and waved it behind him, signaling Sheng Tianqi to go on stage.

Calculating the time, there is still more than half an hour.

Even if they have already won three games, they should step down according to the agreement.

However, it was the Sheng family, Sheng Tianjiao's biological younger brother who challenged him.

It is absolutely impossible for Qin Chiyu to give up the challenge at this time.

The blood in his body was already throbbing with anticipation, and only by beating Sheng Tianqi back to his mother's womb with his own hands could he calm down the boiling hatred in his blood.

Probably because the hatred in his heart was too strong, Qin Chiyu's expression turned ferocious.

When Sheng Tianqi stepped onto the competition stage, he met Qin Chiyu's eyes.

interesting.

It's not that I'm afraid.

With an interested smile on the corner of Sheng Tianqi's mouth, he looked at Qin Chiyu with his eyes. He moved his strong shoulders and neck a little, tilted his head and looked sideways at Qin Chiyu.

The eyes of the two met in the air.

Even though there was no substance, the people below could still hear the slight sizzling sound from the countering spiritual pressure in the air.

It's only the first day, is the arena battle of Qiongding duel going to heat up?

The audience was also excited.Pairs of eyes looked at the stage expectantly.

At the same time, Lu Wanxian landed on the Xuanmen market on a crane.

For some reason, his eyelids kept twitching, and he had to stretch out his hand to hold it down, so it was better.

Arriving at the place agreed with Han Xijian, Lu Wanxian saw the slender figure playing with Feijian from a distance.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is playful, Han Xijian is raising his face, his face is full of smiles, and the white flying sword is suspended in mid-air, following Han Xijian's call or flying in a zigzag pattern, or Circles are drawn in the air.

Seeing Han Xijian being so happy, Lu Wanxian felt a sense of enlightenment.

Han Xijian is indeed a person with extraordinary talent, who can turn the extremely painful and difficult cultivation of others into a relaxed and happy game.

Lu Wanxian came to the edge of the open space.

Han Xi saw that Lu Wanxian had returned, so she took back the flying sword and saluted Lu Wanxian respectfully.

"In the past, no one was in good shape, so why are you so polite today?" Lu Wanxian asked, "Feijian practiced well."

"Senior Brother Lu, at the Master Appreciation Ceremony in the future, I will definitely be polite and serve tea on my knees. Please ignore the past and accept me as an apprentice." Han Xijian said seriously.

Lu Wanxian looked at him with a smile, but didn't reply.

Seeing that Han Xi felt uneasy, holding Feijian's hand, he became uncertain. He secretly glanced at Lu Wanxian's face, and whispered, "Before, I had distracting thoughts in my mind, so I was...for a while...confused..."

Lu Wanxian smiled and said, "Are you still called Senior Brother Lu?"

"Huh?" Han Xijian didn't realize at all that he had been calling Lu Wanxian Senior Brother Lu according to his habit. Senior Brother Lu, I want to worship you as my teacher. This kind of chaotic ethical relationship really makes people laugh. He said When he exited, he didn't notice it at all.

"I'm not in a hurry to change my words now, just to remind you, don't make a mistake in the apprenticeship code." Lu Wanxian said with a smile.

This is... promised him? ?

Han Xi was overjoyed when she saw that, a faint pink appeared on her exquisitely delicate cheeks, just like clouds passing through the blue sky, adding boundless magnificence.

Lu Wanxian took out a note from his sleeve and threw it to Han Xijian.

Han Xijian quickly caught it: "This is...?"

Is Dongming real person going to teach the cheats so soon?Han Xijian was a little caught off guard.

"Fu Weiyi's letter to you." Lu Wanxian replied.

"Hmm." Han Xijian was a little embarrassed, what kind of letter did he bring, so formal, but he was more curious, could Fu Weiyi, a silent guy, write a long letter?

Unfolding the paper, Han Xijian took a closer look, and there were only three words in the middle:

I'm fine.

Bah, it really is Fu's only style.

Han Xi saw the ball of paper, and decided to throw it into the garbage pit when he saw it.

"Come on, we don't have much time, let me see how far you have trained Feijian?" Lu Wanxian said.

Han Xijian took a step forward, Pingping stretched out his hand, let go of his palm, and the flying sword turned into a white light, and flew away into the sky.

"Well, the power is enough, but the accuracy?"

Han Xijian smiled confidently, swiped her right hand back, her sleeves fluttered, and her white palm drew a semicircle in the air. With her index and middle fingers together, she pointed to an elm tree a hundred steps away.

There was only a soft "pa", and the flying sword came out from the dense canopy of the elm tree, and returned to Han Xijian's hand with a "swish".

Han Xijian held the hilt of the sword and handed it to Lu Wanxian.

I saw seven small elm leaves all pierced on the edge of the sword.

"Not bad." Lu Wanxian praised.

"Thank you Lu... the Lord of the Mountain for giving you the treasure." Han Xijian bowed respectfully.

If Lu Wanxian hadn't polished off the flaws of the flying sword in advance, Han Xijian would not have been able to train so smoothly.

"The owner of the mountain? Well, it's not bad. Everyone else is the owner of the mountain, but I am the owner of the mountain. I am independent and I like it." Lu Wanxian smiled and said, "This flying sword is just lent to you. In the future, it will be your own. You have to earn the Flying Sword of Fate by yourself, understand?"

"Yes!"

"Zheng"——

The flying sword chanted endlessly in its sheath.

On the No. [-] competition stage, Sheng Tianqi took a big step forward and forced Qin Chiyu in front of him.

Sheng Tianqi was already a bit older than Qin Chiyu, and his stature was even bigger, so when he approached like this, he would naturally be condescending and aggressive.

Qin Chiyu remained motionless, his dark eyes staring at Sheng Tianqi.

Sheng Tianqi laughed suddenly, pulled out the flying sword from his waist, and approached Qin Chiyu's eyes inch by inch: "Your eyes are really an eyesore, like a stupid beast, you only stare straight at people, I really want to pick them out one by one and play with them as projectiles."

His words were fierce, but with a smile on his face, it was even more creepy.

However, Qin Chiyu didn't flinch at all, the hatred in his blood was even more aroused, and the crimson aura was swimming in the meridians one after another, rampaging, wishing he could find an exit immediately and burst out.

"In the fourth round of Stage [-], Sheng Tianqi challenges the ring leader Qin Chiyu!"

The disciple in yellow announced loudly.

Before he finished speaking, a cold light flashed in Sheng Tianqi's hand, and the sword mercilessly swept towards Qin Chiyu's face, as if wishing he could cut his head in half on the spot.

His slash was in vain, Qin Chiyu jumped into the air when there was no time to move, and kicked Sheng Tianqi's head with both feet.

Sheng Tianqi couldn't resist, so he could only use his footwork to avoid his sharp edge.

Qin Chiyu fell to the ground and immediately hit the barrier on the surface of the platform, only to hear a click, and the white light exploded, and Qin Chiyu stepped on a big hole in the barrier, and the platform below cracked a burst-like gap.

Seeing this, Sheng Tianqi said unexpectedly: "You have already built the foundation?"

Qin Chiyu didn't answer, and after a series of physical attacks, Sheng Tianqi was forced to return to the defense again and again, and was forced to the corner of the competition arena in the blink of an eye.

The monks in the audience never expected that the fight would be so fierce when it started. After a few rounds, they didn't even see clearly the movements of the two confronting each other. They saw the purple and white shadows constantly changing positions, fists and swords entangled, and they didn't know who would win. .

In a blink of an eye, Bai Ying forced Zi Ying to the side of the corner post, and all the monks remembered to applaud.

"it is good!"

"Chief Qin! Give us outer monks a face!"

"Hit him! Hit him!"

A group of monks from outside sect encouraged Qin Chiyu one after another. Among them, there were those who lost within three matches of the qualifying match, and those who came to the Taoist sect were often excluded by the children of the aristocratic family.At this time, they saw that the Sheng family, which was always invincible, was suppressed by a waste wood with five spirit roots. Could they not be excited!

"Let's go, let our young lady pass by." A crisp female voice rang out, echoing clearly among the buzzing crowd.

The monks turned their heads and saw a tall woman in the same purple-gold corset walking over. She was glamorous, looking forward to flying, with a long whip on her arm. It wasn't Sheng Yunwu who was it!

Sheng Yunwu is a monk of the Jindan period, so it stands to reason that she will only be on stage tomorrow night. She came so early, and she was paying attention to Channel [-], so it should be for that Sheng Tianqi on the stage—her younger brother of the same clan.

The monks always watched the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal, so they immediately separated a passage and went directly to the bottom of the No. [-] station.

Sheng Yunwu stepped down to the stage, crossed her arms with one hand, rested her chin with the other, stared at the two people on the stage with slightly raised eyes, and snorted slightly: "Sheng Tianqi, you are really good." The monk next to him heard this In a word, I couldn't help but wonder, seeing Sheng Tianqi fell into a disadvantage and was suppressed by a useless five-spirit root, the eldest lady of the Sheng family not only didn't worry about Sheng Tianqi, but also said "really good" in mockery and praise, what does this mean?

Could it be that Sheng Tianqi still has a backup?

Sheng Tianqi had no way to retreat, his back was on the corner post.

But Qin Chiyu came in a menacing manner, and rushed forward, a ball of flame gathered in his hand, and smashed down on Sheng Tianqi's face.

Looking at the young man with a face full of hatred, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like he was about to take revenge.

Sheng Tianqi couldn't help but grinned and smiled.

He turned his fingers slightly, then let go, and the flying sword in his palm turned into a white light and flew out.

In this promotion ceremony, the descendants of the Sheng family fell, and there was only one Jindan Stage monk, Sheng Yunwu.

As for Sheng Tianqi, when he signed up, he belonged to the stage of late foundation establishment.

Sword cultivators in the foundation-building stage cannot control flying swords at will. Therefore, sword cultivators in the foundation-building stage are also the weakest of the three schools.

At this moment, the flying sword in Sheng Tianqi's hand dropped away, turned around from the air, and stabbed at Qin Chiyu's undefended back.

Qin Chiyu only felt a gust of cool wind blowing from behind, and instinctively sensed the danger of life and death.

His eyes glimpsed Sheng Tianqi's weird smile again.

Worse, this Sheng Tianqi actually concealed his cultivation. On the surface, he is at the foundation building stage, but has he actually reached the Jindan stage? !

Qin Chiyu didn't have time to think carefully, turned over and dodged to the side.

There was only a soft "poof", and the flying sword returned to Sheng Tianqi's hand.

Qin Chiyu swayed, looked down at his right shoulder, and saw a big hole in his white clothes, a deep sword wound on his shoulder, and blood kept coming out of the wound.

The burning pain gradually climbed up, Qin Chiyu gritted his teeth, suppressed the pain, and tore off his sleeve with a "chih", tightly wrapped around the wound on his right shoulder.

Blood is still oozing out.

The bright and dazzling color seemed to give Qin Chiyu a slap in the face. He thought that once he established the foundation, he could win easily, and the victory was easy, but he ignored the fact that there was someone out there. He was only at the early stage of foundation establishment. He is tall.

And in the early stage of foundation establishment...the distance to stand side by side with Lu Xianchang is still far away.

Qin Chiyu closed his eyes and settled down.

The surging fighting spirit in the blood rose even more vigorously at this time, and his heart pounded in his chest. When he opened his eyes again, he became the Little Yelan King who would give everything for revenge in that cold stone canyon.

Sheng Tianqi felt the change in Qin Chiyu.

Although I can't say it, but the person in front of me has obviously been severely injured, but his aura has become stronger.

"I said, don't stare at me with those eyes." Sheng Tianqi held the flying sword horizontally in front of him, and the back of the sword was filled with white light, reflecting his disgusted eyes, "Do you think that you can break through the barriers in such a short time? Ji, very strong? It's a pity that you are not the only one who can break through in a short period of time. Qin Chiyu, it's just that other people don't show off their power like you, and break through the situation. If you want to make the world know, the ten-day foundation-building rookie king, heh, I Doesn’t it look like that?”

After Sheng Tianqi said these words, the discussion in the audience exploded again.

Who would have imagined that during the Immortal Promotion Ceremony, another descendant of the Sheng family broke through the Foundation Establishment and cultivated into a golden core, and he was also a sword cultivator!

For sword cultivators, Golden Core and Foundation Establishment are like clouds and mud.

The sword cultivator in the foundation building period is the weakest of the three departments, and the sword cultivator who has reached the Golden Core will overwhelmingly win the physical and law cultivators in terms of attack power, especially in single-player combat. Nine out of ten of the winners in the competition of sword repair, body repair, and law repair are sword repair.

"This Sheng Tianqi has formed a pill?"

"Three days ago, it was still in the late stage of foundation establishment! The Sheng family's training method is really powerful. In just three short days, only one pill has been formed!"

Formation of alchemy generally requires sufficient preparations, and it is obviously not a good time to form alchemy because they are busy with the promotion ceremony, but the Sheng family took only three days to make complete preparations, and guided Sheng Tianqi to successfully form alchemy. And able to control the flying sword proficiently, what kind of terrifying speed is this!

The hearts of all the monks who watched the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal had already been half extinguished at this time. The Sheng family was the Sheng family, the head of the four great families, and a well-deserved behemoth of the Taoist sect. Generations can be shaken.

Looking at Sheng Yunwu under the stage, a proud smile appeared on her bright face.

That's right, this is the strength of the Sheng family.

Don't think that Sheng Tianjiao's branch will kill itself, and the Sheng family will be completely deserted. It is easy to find a small place like the Immortal Promotion Ceremony.

At this moment, Qin Chiyu's blood was surging, his ears were buzzing, and he could no longer hear the sound from the outside world.

In his eyes, Sheng Tianqi was the only target left.

Qin Chiyu couldn't lift his right hand, so he stretched out his left hand to Sheng Tianqi.

There was a long silence.

A flame burst out from his palm.

The flame was very small, no more than the tip of the candle.

There was a burst of laughter from the audience.

Originally, I expected that Qin Chiyu would unleash his potential—just like he did in the previous battles—to surprise the audience.

It's a pity that Qin Chiyu held back for a long time, and only sprayed such a little bit of fire.

That's right, he has only established a foundation, and he has no chance of winning in front of a sword cultivator in the Jindan stage.

Under the overwhelming situation, the outer monks who were originally on Qin Chiyu's side also lowered their heads, pretending that they hadn't yelled just now.

At this time, seeing Qin Chiyu only burst out such a small flame, all the outer monks were even more ashamed. Shame.

There are also some who see the wind and the wind, and laugh with other children from the aristocratic families who are watching the battle. Anyway, no matter who beats the other's ass, the onlookers are happy to watch.

"Qin Chiyu, don't you admit defeat?" Sheng Yunwu raised the corners of her lips, looking at the blood-stained figure with great interest.

At this time, a paper crane fell from the sky and landed on the shoulder of the servant girl beside Sheng Yunwu. The paper crane leaned towards the servant girl's ear as if whispering, shook, and disappeared in a piece of ashes.

The servant girl listened attentively for a moment, then took a step forward, and lowered her voice to report: "Miss, the Patriarch has asked you to go home."

Sheng Yunwu nodded, guessing that this was the end of the fight, she snapped her fingers at Sheng Tianqi, and Sheng Tianqi turned his head.

"Let's go." Sheng Yunwu mouthed, "It's almost done."

Sheng Tianqi snorted and disapproved.

Sheng Yunwu didn't bother to care about him, so she turned and left with her maid.

"I'll give you a chance. If you admit defeat now, I can spare you." Sheng Tianqi turned his shoulders and neck, crossed his arms, and looked at Qin Chiyu with contempt.

Qin Chiyu still stretched out his left hand, and flames spewed out from the palm of his hand, and then went out again.

He muttered to himself: "Not enough..."

Sheng Tianqi only thought that he couldn't bear the blow, plus he lost too much blood, and he was a little confused, so he increased the spiritual pressure, and said in a secret way:

"Qin Chiyu, kneel down and admit defeat now, and then tell Daddy to spare me, and I'll let you go, how about it?"

Daddy...?

Qin Chiyu's pupils suddenly tightened.

The person who should call him this title is dead.

Since then, there is no such person in the world.

And his enemies, these descendants of the Sheng family, haven't died yet...

Still showing off in front of his eyes.

Under the nine springs, what face does he have to face his father, queen and queen?

"boom"--

Blazing white flames spewed out from the palm of his left hand, covering half of the martial arts platform in an instant, and the strengthened barrier couldn't resist the burning of the essence of the sky fire, and it shattered and disappeared in an instant. The railings made of white stones were more like paper. Usually, under the impact of the blazing flame, it turns into a piece of fly ash and disappears invisible.

Everyone in the audience opened their defensive magic weapons and fled in all directions. The monk who was burned by the side of the flame screamed in pain, and the audience was in chaos for a while.

Those cultivators who didn't bear the impact head-on were all so miserable, let alone Sheng Tianqi who stood directly opposite Qin Chiyu on the stage.

From the moment the flame burst out, Sheng Tianqi couldn't laugh anymore.

He only felt a burst of white light rushing towards his face, and his eyes immediately lost sight of everything, the terrible burning pain tore his skin inch by inch.

He instinctively opened his mouth to scream, but he couldn't make a sound. The fiery stream flowed down his throat and into his body. He wanted to close his mouth, but he couldn't.

Consciousness was shattered, aura was crushed, and the body flew backwards uncontrollably.

……

I saw a piece of charred black body falling from mid-air, and fell lifelessly into the snow, and the children from the surrounding aristocratic families cheered and surrounded it.

"What's going on?" On the spectator platform, three inspector elders noticed the sudden burst of white light on No. [-] station.

The terrifying spiritual pressure that smashed away the railings of the competition platform like a torrent swept across the entire Qiongding.

"Hurry up and call the master and Tianji Peak master!" The inspector elder gave an urgent order to the disciple in yellow.

"Yes!"

Originally, the first day of the Ranking Tournament was the least accident-prone day, so after finishing the ceremony and announcing the start of the Ranking Tournament, the head and the peak masters withdrew, leaving only the three elders watching.

Who would have imagined that such a big commotion broke out at the most unexpected time.

The three chief inspectors turned into three white lights and landed under the No. [-] competition platform.

Without the slightest hesitation, they decisively sacrificed the imprisonment circle.

The three elders raised their sleeves at the same time and raised their arms, revealing the golden script script drawn in their palms.

The gold-character seal script is a word for "forbidden", which was written in advance by the head of the sect and Sheng Yusui, to gather the powerful restraining power of the Taoist sect, to deal with emergencies.

The golden characters erupted with brilliant brilliance, bursting out of the palm, and two by two connected into straight golden beams of light, and the three beams of light formed a closed golden triangle, trapping Qin Chiyu on the stage in it.

Not long after Qin Chiyu released the Heavenly Flame Essence, a layer of white flames also burned on the surface of his body. The billowing white flames will not harm Qin Chiyu himself, but form a strong protection to prevent others from approaching.

The elder knew how powerful this Bai Yan was, and the flood-like spiritual pressure just now, and the tragic appearance of Sheng Tianqi underground, had already explained everything.

They didn't dare to act rashly, they only hoped that this young monk could be captured without a fight, which would save a lot of trouble.

"Young students! Stop quickly, don't make a big mistake!" an elder said loudly.

"You have already won, quickly take back the flame!" Another elder also said.

Qin Chiyu was ignorant, standing alone in the competition arena, his eyes fixed on the place where Sheng Tianqi was standing just now.

"Forget it, let's do it!"

The three proctoring elders mobilized their spiritual power to strengthen the restriction of the golden characters, and at the same time continuously tightened the golden beam of light, and the triangular circle shrunk until it could only accommodate Qin Chiyu alone.

Guangzhu wanted to go further, but there was nothing he could do.

Where the golden light bar intersects with the incandescent flame, puffs of white smoke burst out, black cracks appeared on the golden light, and there was a tendency to break.

"How could this be??" The inspector elder showed a panicked look, "Should we wait until the master arrives before making any plans?"

The elder who took the lead in initiating the magic circle showed displeasure: "With the combined strength of the three of us, we still can't deal with a junior who participated in the ceremony of promoting immortals. Where are we going to put our old faces? Give me your best! End the formation!!"

At the foot of Xuanmen Mountain, there is an open space behind the market where no one goes.

Lu Wanxian's eyelids twitched uncontrollably, wondering why Qin Chiyu hadn't looked for him after such a long time.

Logically speaking, Qin Chiyu should come down after three games.

Is there any accident?

Lu Wanxian looked at the snow peak standing in the distance under the blue sky.

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