first fairy

"This year's new disciples are too arrogant, relying on a few leaders, they have resisted for a whole year and have not stopped. Someone made an idea to hit the head of the main peak senior, and the trouble has not ended until now, and everyone has been implicated. Deserves to be deflated."

The inner disciple who joined the fun was very disdainful when he heard the words: "It's that Ji who doesn't know the heights of the sky and the earth, and even challenged the core disciples of the main peak, but was beaten almost to pieces, and overestimated himself. This is the Shangqing Immortal Sect, not Dayan Shenchao, it’s useless to be a prince without ability, it’s best to keep a low profile when you get here, and don’t take yourself too seriously.”

"Is there such a thing?" Rong Xuan asked.There was no news in the temple, and he didn't know many things that happened on the main peak.

"It's a big deal, don't you know?" The disciple who responded to him turned his head with a strong sarcasm, but seeing that it was a spirit pattern master, he immediately restrained his attitude a lot. He told everything in detail.

Only then did Rong Xuan know the whole story. Ye Haoran originally followed Ji Fan, but soon after he arrived in Xianzong, he quickly joined a group of people. The reason turned out to be this. Ji Fan fell down so quickly, perhaps beyond his expectation.There are so many strong people in Yanhun Peak, and Ji Fan's purpose of going there is unknown.

This matter is unusual, these little disciples don't know about it, but Rong Xuan knows very well that the inside story of the Ji clan, the matter of the death of God Emperor Dayan is only known to a few people in the entire Zhongzhou, this is a secret that saints can dabble in.

A generation of holy emperors is stunningly talented, but after all, he is not a true immortal, and cannot live forever in the world. No matter how long his life is, it will eventually come to an end.

Nowadays, succession to the throne of the gods is the most important thing for the Ji family, but all the royal families who are related to the throne will be protected by his line. It's just that the Divine Dynasty still extends to the entire five continents, and even the ancient great religion tacitly agreed to this peerless battle for power, allowing the disciples of the Ji clan to join the sect and participate in the contest.

Ji Fan is the emperor of the gods, who would dare to attack him?Could it be that there are other royal families in this place?

Rong Xuan's pupils shrank slightly: "Who fought Ji Fan?"

The disciple shook his head: "He's already dead. He died suddenly. Later, he exploded and died during retreat, leaving no bones behind."

Rong Xuan regained his composure, it's only normal to die.He used to think too much, but in fact he didn't have to pay attention to it.

Ning Shu stood in the center of the battle platform, Gu Jing Wubo's face was a little dignified. More than 30 new inner disciples stood on both sides and behind him. While they were anxious, their eyes fell on Ning Shu and became calmer. The more than 30 people were obviously centered on Ning Shu, and their eyes were full of gratitude and trust.

The inner sect disciples of the Shangqing Immortal Sect disdain to have more enemies than few, even if there are many people gathered, it is still a one-on-one invitation to fight.Even so, there is a huge difference between the affiliated sect and the elders of the main peak. No matter the skills, magic tools or spells, ordinary outer disciples cannot compare. Even more frustrating.

The whole academy was boiling, and more and more people gathered.

The disciples watching the battle feared that the world would not be chaotic, so many disciples from the main peak shouted and cheered, laughing loudly at the weakness of their opponents, "Haha, as expected of the disciples of the main peak, they are really amazing! Show them some color, new disciples should look like new disciples, Dare to resist, severely suppress!"

"It's just that if you come in from the small mountain gate attached to it, don't take yourself too seriously. When you arrive at Xianzong, you should also see how much you weigh. If you fight one-on-one, you will only lose. There are more than 30 people in total, not many I can see it." Someone sneered and chatted recklessly.

Several battles were going on at the same time on the platform, and the spirit master disciple quickly coughed up blood and flew backwards.Ning Shu was still fighting, the wind gathered, and the scene was extremely spectacular.The most surprising thing is the fat Wu Daren, but his fighting style is ridiculous.

Rong Xuan took a closer look, only to find that the fat man broke through to the second-order spirit king!

"No more fights! Lord, please forgive me, I admit defeat!" Fatty Wu immediately ran away with his head in his arms as soon as he came to the stage.

Having said that, it was like the opponent's luck. There were always a few times when the foothold was wrong, but he was hit by the killing and suffered some injuries. He moved a little slowly.

The new disciple who was seriously injured and fell to the ground blushed furiously and beat the ground desperately. The second-order spirit king is posing nicely, but you fight back!

"Grandpa, be gentle, ouch, it hurts, my leg! My leg!" Fatty Wu wailed endlessly, the pain was so bad that he threw his hands around desperately, and the speed of kneading tricks was dizzying, "Don't come here, don't come here, I said I won't fight you!"

The killing with traces can be stopped, and it is difficult to get close to the attack without any rules. The spirit king hit several moves in a row, his clothes were messed up, and he was disturbed by the sound of howling ghosts and wolves: "Who is your uncle, who is there?" Kind of stand up!"

"I don't care, I lie on my stomach, if you have the ability, you fight me on my stomach." Fatty Wu grinned in pain, shamelessly.

I have seen shameless ones, but I have never seen such shameless and shameless ones!

Watching too many battles is also very picky. It's really not interesting to see one side begging for mercy and retreating in a row. It's a waste of time.It didn't take long for the novelty to disappear, and most of the students sneered: "This fat man is also top-notch, he screams so full of energy, and he uses all his energy to cry out for pain, it's a shame for the new disciples, what kind of shit luck did he get? No.4, it’s a miracle that he’s still alive and not dead.”

"This kind of thing is not worth my shot at all, so I won't fight. Who else wants to fight?" The spirit king also felt bored, turned around and waved at his companion, with his back to Wu Daren.

In a flash, the fat man jumped up at a speed beyond imagination, and his fat palm slammed down with awe-inspiring power, hitting the man's vest, and invisible fluctuations flashed and disappeared quickly.The Spirit King stopped in the gesture of waving his hands, facing the ground, and fell straight down with a bang, completely out of breath.

In just a split second, even his companions didn't realize what happened. Unexpectedly, another howl attracted everyone's attention. The fat man twitched while holding his arm, his fingers twisted unnaturally, and rolled all over the floor in pain. Cold sweat only broke out, how embarrassing and embarrassing it was: "Ah, my arm is broken!"

what's the situation?

"Brother Yang!" Those companions were also spirit kings, all of them were murderous, and they were about to teleport to the stage.

At this moment, the second-order spirit king called Brother Yang stood up as if nothing had happened, his expression was dull for a moment, he glanced at the fat man rolling all over the floor, and immediately changed into his usual sarcasm and impatience.

"I'm fine. This man is so weak that he has no ambition and no dignity. He is just a monk. Fighting him is to lower his own value. Get rid of him and find someone else to fight."

Seeing that his breath is stable, his soul is fluctuating as usual, and he is quite calm, his companions do not doubt that he is there, seeing the fat man howling and rolling around almost blinds his eyes, and after threatening him, he leaves him aside and ignores him .

The fat man turned pale with shock and didn't dare to cry out any more pain. He limped down the stage and made amends to the crowd as a kind of villain who had survived a catastrophe. It is the so-called broken arm!When the fat man lowered his head, the corners of his mouth curled up, and his expression couldn't be seen clearly.

Rong Xuan didn't take his eyes off him even an inch, and his interest was suddenly aroused, this fat man is not simple!

Being able to break through to the second level of the Spirit King at the age of 30 is very extraordinary in itself. After fighting for so long under the eyes of everyone, he still can't tell the depth. Misleading the opponent from the beginning, although the method seems clumsy, it is the best way to hide one's surprise.But ordinary people can't do it.

Proud and powerful people themselves disdain to play tricks and tricks, and would rather die than beg for mercy, but a villain who knows how to bear is unethical, can use despicable means and never confronts directly, it is almost impossible to guard against.If the fat man was the latter, then the second-rank spirit king surnamed Yang should have died. It was no accident that he suddenly stood up in a daze, but now his every move is no different from that of ordinary people... Rong Xuan was thoughtful.

Fatty didn't cast that ghost banner in front of people, could it be that he can control people's bodies just like devouring the original force?Or is it that the Ling King is safe, he is simply thinking too much, and the fat man is such a cowardly, bullying coward?

With a thought in Rong Xuan's mind, two small insects flew out from the grass under his feet, split into two and flew towards the fat man and the Ling Wang surnamed Yang.The ice worm has not yet awakened, and Rong Xuan can also use some of its abilities after recognizing the master. Naturally, it is no problem to control a few ordinary small insects. Within a certain range, what the small insects see and hear can be directly transmitted to Rong Xuanzhi In the sea, as long as it is not discovered, it is very convenient to find out.

Most of the battle has passed, and there is no suspense about the result. It will be a matter of time before the new disciple loses.

Rong Xuan had already walked down from the attic, was pushed forward by the crowd, stopped at a slightly higher place to watch the battle, only three feet away from the battle platform, the situation of the battle was clearly visible.Rong Xuan's star-pattern robe is more useful than Yu Ling. Most Taoist cultivators do not want to fight against the spirit-pattern master, so they will take the initiative to give way.

The big battle stage was overcrowded, the people surrounded on the stage were helpless, some were seriously injured and fainted, only Ling Wang was still struggling to support, Ning Shu was the first to bear the brunt, Ye Haoran and others were not included.What made Rong Xuan feel strange was that Ning Shu was also used to being alone on Buried Immortal Island, and none of the new disciples knew him well. character.

Soon this question will be answered.

"Your Excellency, why are you so obsessed with obsession? It is your blessing to be that servant. With your qualifications, you are barely qualified. No matter how many people ask for it, you can't ask for it. There are countless disciples who want to be blessed by that person in Yanhun Peak, and they fall on your head." If it wasn't for that servant who just happened to be missing, how could it have fallen on you." A fifth-rank spirit king dressed in the robe of a disciple of Yanhun Peak, fixed his eyes on Ning Shu , coldly and authentically.

"If you don't agree for a day, you will have no peace for a day!"

Instructed by that person, a second-rank spirit king responded to the call, crossing the void with a halberd in his hand, and charged towards Ning Shu.

"It's not bad to be able to win a game. Among these disciples, you are not bad. No wonder you can enter Soul Expansion Peak. Today, I will ask you for your brilliant skills."

Ning Shu had just finished a fight, was tired of coping, and was only narrowly dodging in the face of slaughter. The sharp blade crossed his shoulder blades, cut open the flesh and blood, and blood stained his robe immediately.

But even so, he was still not to be outdone, his blood was soaring, his hideous wounds healed quickly, the piercing wind blades wrapped around his body, the invisible wind blades gathered in his hands, crossed in front of him, he held the long halberd and turned sideways to approach the opponent's door, Ning Shu With the knife in his hand, he cut off half of the man's face!

Ning Shu didn't say a word, his thin lips were pursed with an unyielding fighting spirit in his eyes.Even though she was covered in blood, she was still magnificent.

"Who wants to take him in as a servant?" The corners of Rong Xuan's mouth rose unconsciously.

"Xie Yuce, the record holder of the highest record in the first 500 years of the Immortal Burial Island, is different from the person who got the 10-year-old treasure with extraordinary luck this year. So far no one has surpassed it." The disciple did not have the slightest resentment towards the bloody and brutal, but was full of awe, and his tone was full of admiration and appreciation, and he immediately eloquently spoke.

Xie Yuce was still the third-tier spirit king when he first joined the Immortal Sect, and even the fourth-tier spirit king who was defeated by leaping over the ranks to find fault, forced him to be his servant. That extremely talented senior brother has become his right-hand man, and even if he breaks through the spirit emperor, he still looks after him. .The entire Yanhun Peak core disciples are under his control, this new disciple doesn't know the rules, don't look at Huan who is jumping around now, it will be a matter of time before he surrenders.

Rong Xuan looked at the stage, and looked at Ning Shu playfully.Feng Shui took turns, this person once boasted that he wanted to take him as a servant, probably never thought that such a day would happen to him.

"This year's scores are generally very high. I didn't expect the quality to be so bad. Ning Shu is only No.2. No.3 is gone, and No.4 is useless. No.5 is protected... and No.1 Shenlong Seeing the head but not the tail, could it be that you are a turtle?" There were inner disciples around who were puzzled.

Rong Xuan's face darkened.Needless to say, No.3 is Ji Fan, and No.5 is Ye Haoran.

"Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand! That's a spirit pattern master! I heard that he is indeed an amazingly talented Wufeng, but it's pure luck to get the first place. What kind of strength is needed for a high status as a spirit pattern master? If you can't beat it, it's hard to come out and die."

At the same time, the second-rank spirit king on the platform looked down at Ning Shu coldly: "No matter what that person wants to get, he has never missed it. For the sake of your backbone, or Let's catch it as soon as possible, otherwise it will never be so simple."

Ning Shu spat out a mouthful of blood, even if he was seriously injured, he still didn't say a word. Of course he knew who the person wanted to take him in as a servant. The other party was too arrogant and didn't show up, but let the servant come and take him in, which is tolerable or unbearable!

Although the people who fought against him were all second-rank spirit kings, they didn't give him a chance to catch his breath. He was tired after taking turns, his crescent-white robe was stained with blood, and his handsome face like a bright moon could not help but bring a touch of self-mockery.

In just half an hour, all the new disciples fell down, wailing all over the place. These are all the best existences of the younger generation in the affiliated sect. At this moment, some disciples' faces are ashen, with no arrogance at all.

Many people struggled in their eyes and lowered their heads in humiliation.Not convinced!

Standing on the stage, King Ling wiped his bloody fingers in disgust in the face of the crowd: "This year's session is nothing more than that, not even a ten-thousandth of that year's."

Ning Shu stood up and gasped for breath, his body was on the verge of falling but he held on and refused to fall down.He stared at those people with a particularly mocking look, sneered a few times, and then laughed out loud.

"You are crazy, what are you laughing at?"

"Laugh at your ignorance! If you really want to fight at the same level, what are you?" Ning Shu's eyes were cold, and he suddenly turned sideways to look at a certain place beyond the many figures, and met Rong Xuan who was staring at him with a playful face. .

"Have you seen enough, you should be willing to come out! How can you remain indifferent to being so slandered?"

A smile appeared on the corner of Rong Xuan's mouth, as if he had expected it long ago, and he was not in a hurry: "If you want me to make a move, yes, you beg me?"