[Crossing] The swordsmith of the god of immortality

The next day on Mount Paektu, the sun rose and the light was like a brocade, and the entire Bidou Arena was shrouded in bright sunlight.In the morning at the end of March, it was warm and cold, and the wind on the mountain was still chilling to the bones. Of course, to the monks, the chill was really nothing.

Today is the last day of the Tianyan 840 Sixth Year Fighting Weapon Conference,

The viewing area around the arena was already full before the two pillars of incense sticks.In this fighting weapon conference, two groups of unexpected monks came out, one group was Geng [-] group of casual cultivators, and the other group was Jiwu sect.Before that, it was either unknown or unremarkable, which was really unpredictable.The other two groups, Zhihua School and Tianshoumen, are at least the fifth and ninth big schools.It is quite difficult to predict who will get the positions of the Beast Soul Stone and the Crown Head.At this moment, the attention of all sects, sects and casual cultivators are all here.

The huge white arena is vast and empty at the moment, silently waiting for the coming moment.

"Brother, who do you think will win the crown?" "It's hard to guess."

"Come on, do you want to bet on which group is the crown?"

"Hey, if it wasn't for the fact that the top four sects couldn't participate, in which round would people from Geng Wu and Jiwu sect come out. It's just good luck."

The competition has not yet started, and the topic of the monks inevitably revolves around the crown.

Liangyou asked Fang Yan strangely, "Why can't the top four sects participate?"

"Brother Daoist, this is the rule. The winning sect can only participate in the fighting tournament after five times. This time, we can only watch the battle." Fang Yan pointed to the position where the sect master of Qingyi Sect was seated, and replied respectfully.Even though Liangyou looks like a child, his cultivation level is unfathomable, and he always only has good looks towards Su Shaobai, but he always treats him honestly.After several times, he became much more obedient, and he would never mess with this master.

Qingyimen is the host sect of the Douqi Conference, so naturally they will not participate in the battle.In the direction facing the arena, there is a blue-colored spiritual weapon in the shape of a stone boat on land, which is the seat for the people of Qingyimen and other monks to watch the battle.

Ryoyou nodded with a stern face and didn't say anything else.

The first match was Zhihua Party's Extreme Fog faction, and the second match was Geng [-]'s match against Tianshoumen.The third game is a battle between the losers of the previous two games, and the fourth game is a decisive battle for the crown.

The first member of the Jiwu faction to appear on the stage was a hale and hearty grey-shirted monk with white beard and hair. As soon as he came on the stage, many monks changed their colors slightly.Liangyou immediately put on a small face, and said seriously to the three people beside him, "This man has the cultivation base of the early stage of Mahayana."

"Early stage of Mahayana?" Su Shaobai's heart sank suddenly, with such a cultivation level, at least he must be a figure like the Patriarch of Jiwu School, right?He thought that, at least in terms of fighting alone, there should be few opponents here who can compare with Lord Jin.Now it seems that he still underestimated the monks in Qi'ao State.Even though Sword Cultivator is the most powerful monk, he couldn't help being a little worried.Fang Yan's complexion changed slightly, he gritted his teeth and did not speak.

Nangong Hao looked at Liang You, and said calmly, "Brother Dao, how sure are you of winning him?"

"Ten percent." Liangyou gave Nangong Hao a proud look, implying that he didn't take him seriously.

In the first battle, the Jiwu faction in the early stage of Mahayana was sent, and there was no suspense in winning.What surprised Su Shaobai was that the monks of the Jiwu faction were unexpectedly powerful. The second monk they sent was a late stage of transformation, and the third was an early stage of transformation.

Different from the previous two elders, this cultivator in the early stage of transformation is a very young cultivator with handsome eyes and sculpted eyebrows. He looks like he is only in his twenties, with a silver shirt and a snow crown, and a smile at the corner of his mouth, which makes people feel like spring breeze.There is no doubt that, given time, his future cultivation will not be inferior to the two previous ones.And his conspicuous silver shirt just showed his distinctive status, the head of the Extreme Mist Sect.

"He is the one who killed the Heavenly Beast Sect!" Fang Yan's body stiffened suddenly when he saw the jade pen-like spiritual weapon he threw.Although the owner of the jade pen did not show up when the four monks of the Heavenly Beast Sect were there, but with such a special spiritual weapon, not everyone can kill four monks at the Jindan stage in one fell swoop.

Ryoyou nodded, it should be the one on stage who made the shot at that time.Resolute and ruthless, the leader of Jiwu faction is not easy.

Three battles and three victories, the Jiwu faction killed the fifth-ranked Zhihua faction without leaving any room for retaliation.The onlookers were all in an uproar, they didn't expect such a one-sided situation.

Nangong Hao raised his eyebrows slightly, "It is really not easy for the Jiwu faction to win and gain prestige."

"Anyway, the Beast Soul Stone is ours." Liangyou said indifferently, "Before then, let's clean up the Heavenly Beast Gate. I have been displeased with those ugly monsters for a long time."

The five monks from the Heavenly Beast Sect, one in the late stage of transformation, one in the middle stage of transformation, one in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, and two in the late stage of Jindan.The first two were lightly settled by Liangyou and Nangonghao.Su Shaobai was the third to fight.At any rate, he is now in the stage of becoming a god, with pudding and milk beside him, Su Shaobai is full of confidence and feels that he can win this round.

The onlookers couldn't help talking about it. Some of them still remembered the huge fire dragon the day before yesterday. They didn't expect that after only one day, this person's cultivation base would be promoted.Su Shaobai just remembered that Liangyou and Fang Yan had never asked him about his promotion.

After waiting for almost half a cup of tea under the Bidoutai, the war gong did not ring. When Su Shaobai was about to ask, the disciple of Qingyimen raised the sign on his right hand, "Heavenly Beastmen abstain, Sanxiu Geng Five groups, win!"

Ryoyou let go of Milk's neck hair, patted his chubby little hands and said happily, "Xiaobai, you really don't need to fight!"

Su Shaobai: ……………

"There are five monks of the Jiwu Sect, one at the early stage of Mahayana, one at the late stage of Spirit Transformation, one at the early stage of Spirit Transformation, one at the middle stage of Nascent Soul, and one at the late stage of Golden Core. The most important thing is the monk at the early stage of Spirit Transformation. "When the Heavenly Beast Sect and the Zhihua Sect were fighting, several casual cultivators from the fifth group of Geng sat under the stage, studying the situation of the Jiwu Sect.

Su Shaobai frowned, in terms of individual strength, neither Liangyou nor Nangong Hao could stop them, but in terms of average cultivation, the other party was higher than the four of them.Because it was the final, they had to gather five people, so Qingyimen agreed with them, so the key is whether he can win against the young man in the early stage of transformation.

"No, it's too dangerous for Xiaobai to compete with that person in the early stage of Huashen, let Fang play it." Liangyou said seriously.

Don't bring such a bully.Fang Yan stared at Liangyou speechlessly, a late Jindan match against an early incarnation, can this cannon fodder come back alive?

"Fang Yan played your third round, and then forfeited." Nangong Hao said flatly.

Fang Yan's eyes lit up, yes, this is a good idea.

Su Shaobai frowned slightly, stroking Pudding's coat, always feeling that there was something wrong.They knew the opponent's strength, and the opponent basically knew the situation of the four of them. When they thought of abstaining, the opponent would naturally think of it too.Since it is a three-win system, Tian Ji's horse racing method is probably the best solution, so will the opponent come up with similar tricks?

"I have a question," Su Shaobai said after a pause, "What if the other party abstains?"

"The opponent abstained?"

"The Jiwu faction has been keeping a low profile for so long. It has been unknown before, but it suddenly shines in this tournament. It should be planned carefully in advance." Su Shaobai pursed his lips. My lord was also lured to Wansha Valley by the other party's tricks, "This proves that someone on the other side is very good at calculating. If the other party sends that golden core monk to appear first and then abstains, all our thinking now will be in vain .”

Ryosuke blinked his big eyes a few times quickly, puffed his cheeks and fell silent.

"So, what do you want to do?" Nangong Hao raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at the little cook.

"I think we can do this. Let Fang Yan play first, followed by Brother Dao, you, and me. If the other party does not change the order of battle, it will be similar to what we imagined before. Fang Yan abstains, and we bet on the last three." The first battle was defeated, the second and third were victorious, and the fourth battle was still played by me against the monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul. If the other party also changes the order and puts the monk in the late stage of Jindan in the first place, then we will be the first A battle is a must win, and the two of you will be enough after that. Now, the other party must also be guessing where Fang Yan and I will appear on the stage. In fact, for them, there are two games that must be lost. Therefore, their goal is Defeat Fang Yan and me, and then win the last game without a fight. So, if the opponent puts the one in the middle stage of Yuan Ying at the top, this is the most unfavorable for us. Then we will win the second and third games After that, I can only watch my opponent in the fourth game. If I lose, we can only give up this time. However, we have few people in the first place, and Fang Yan and I really have nothing to do when we encounter such a situation. "In terms of odds, Fang Yan has only one-fifth of the winning rate against the members of the Jiwu faction, Su Shaobai has one-half to three-fifths, and the remaining two are [-]%, so it depends on the opponent sent someone.

Liangyou pursed his lips, wrinkled his eyebrows, and waited fiercely for Shifang from Qingyimen, the rule of five people winning three is really aggrieved, if it is about fighting alone, there is no match for him here.

It's a pity that Su Shaobai's unfortunate words were true, and the opponent really sent the monk in the middle stage of Yuanying as the first candidate for the battle. Fang Yan didn't abstain, but he was defeated by hatred.

The opponents of Nangong Hao and Liangyou are the two monks in the early stage of Mahayana and the middle stage of Huashen respectively.The person Su Shaobai faced was the head of the Jiwu Sect in the early stage of Transformation God.

"Once you lose, you will abstain immediately." Nangong Hao stared at Su Shaobai with a frown, "Liangyou and I will definitely protect you."

"I know." Su Shaobai nodded. The Lord Master Jin decided to participate in the Fighting Weapon Conference, it must be to help him get the Beast Soul Stone. If possible, he would also like to do his part.The current situation is not the worst after all, there is milk and pudding, you can still try it.Pudding can persist for about ten seconds in the form of a fire dragon, and that is his chance to knock down the opponent in the arena.If it is against the one in the Mahayana period, his winning rate will be even lower.

"It's also a chance for you and me to meet Brother Dao in the final battle of the Fighting Weapon Competition. I don't know what to call brother in Xialang." On the stage of the competition, the monk in silver shirt didn't rush to make a move. Instead, with a smile on his lips, holding a jade pen in his hand, he greeted Su Shaobai politely.

"Su Shaobai." Unable to figure out what medicine Fang Lang sold in the gourd, the little cook answered concisely and glanced at the dense crowd of monks around him.This battle is related to the final result of the Fighting Weapon Conference, and they are naturally the focus of attention at this moment.

"Ming people don't talk dark words, Brother Su, I happened to see you fighting against others a few days ago, and that unique move is really unprecedented and admirable." Fang Lang played with the jade pen with ease, still full of face. Smiling, the jade-colored pen reflects the sunlight and dances quickly between his beautiful fingers, "I really wanted to make friends with Brother Su and the few Taoist brothers behind you, but what good fortune makes people, but at this moment, I want to make friends with you." This is a military meeting with Brother Su."

Su Shaobai curled up his mouth, "There is a saying in my hometown, called making friends with martial arts, and it refers to our current situation. It is also my honor to compete with Brother Fang."

"Make friends with martial arts?" Fang Lang's handsome jade pen deepened his smile, and the warmth on his face was comparable to the afternoon sun, "Brother Su is really interesting, I want to be friends with you even more. I have I don’t know what Brother Su thinks about this proposal?”

"But it doesn't matter."

"Although the divine beast next to Brother Su is not bad, the most powerful move should be the one I have seen. Why don't we just try one move, and I will try my best to learn Brother Su's lore. One move will determine the outcome, regardless of victory. Defeat, at least it doesn't hurt the peace, I don't know what Brother Su thinks?"

"Okay." Su Shaobai promised, Fang Lang was able to kill four Golden Core monks in one fell swoop that day, he must not be a weak-minded person.Although his attitude is ambiguous at the moment, it is also a good thing for him to decide the outcome with one move.After all, in this way, you can mobilize the whole body's aura to strike with all your strength, and don't care about other things.

"Happy." Fang Lang raised his eyebrows slightly, stopped the pen in his hand and saluted Su Shaobai, "Please."

As soon as the words fell, the jade pen in his hand flew into the air, and suddenly increased dozens of times. Several golden light symbols flew out of the pen and spun around the pen body, shining brightly and dazzlingly.

Following Su Shaobai's wishes, Pudding stayed in the palm of his left palm.

Those flying light symbols turned faster and faster, mobilizing the surrounding air to form a cyclone, which gathered bigger and bigger.

"Boom!" "Boom!" The light talisman was thrown out by the cyclone from time to time, scurrying around, and even knocked out many cracks in the arena.The field of the arena is protected by a protective array, and it can still be cracked by those light symbols, which is enough to show its power.

The monks watching the competition couldn't help holding their breath, for fear of missing the wonderful scene.

Gravel and dust flew around, and Su Shaobai's clothes were rattled by the messy cyclone. Sensing the danger, Milk bared his teeth and put his front paws on the ground, making a gesture of preparing to attack.Its thick coat quivered in the turbulent air.

Su Shaobai took a deep breath, with his left palm down, ready to go.

The cyclone was getting bigger and bigger, not only on the field, but also the surrounding monks were disheveled, many sundries were swept into the cyclone, the jade pen in the middle was completely covered by the cyclone and the light symbol, and could not be seen little trace.

Nangong Hao stood in the audience, frowning, his amber eyes fixed on Bidoutai.Bai Falcon screamed in panic, spread its wings and flew rapidly, but couldn't help being dragged towards the center of Bi Arena by the chaotic airflow.

Nangong Hao stretched out his hand to grab it, released the protective sword energy and turned it into a barrier, finally saving Bai Falcon.Bai Falcon, who was staying inside the barrier, let out a cry with lingering fear, and rubbed his master's cheek.

The arena under the feet of "Kara" shook for a moment, and Su Shaobai was also taken aback. Fang Lang's spirit weapon is so powerful, can it lift the boulder that occupies the entire peak under their feet?

When the cyclone rushed towards Su Shaobai sideways like a tornado, he raised his left hand, concentrated his energy, and released the pudding.

A giant blue dragon galloped out from Su Shaobai's left palm, raised its head and stretched out its claws, with the aura of a divine beast overlooking everything.Even though it was the second time I saw it, the monks present were still shocked by it.The fire dragon drew a beautiful arc in the air, burning bright blue raging flames all over its body, and rushed towards the cyclone aggressively.

With the appearance of the fire dragon, the temperature around the arena suddenly increased, and the monks watching the battle had to set up a protective barrier to prevent being injured by the flames of the fire dragon.

The fire dragon and the cyclone collided, the wind and fire fought, the sand flew and the rocks flew, the flames splashed, and the entire arena fell into chaos.

"Boom!" The fire dragon held down the cyclone, opened its mouth and swallowed it whole.

The whole place was silent.

Only some gravel and debris lost the power of the cyclone and fell to the ground crackling.

The blue fire dragon flamboyantly swam around the arena, in a standard 8-shape, it turned into a ball-shaped flame with a "bang", floated back to Su Shaobai's palm and disappeared.

Su Shaobai turned his hand to hold the jade pen brought back by Pudding, and curled his mouth towards Fang Lang, "Return it to the original owner, Brother Fang has accepted it." If it wasn't for only one move, he would definitely not be the opponent of this person.

"Sanxiu Geng fifth group, win!" The disciples of Qingyimen were ashamed by the cyclone just now, and were almost scorched by the fire dragon. The corners of their clothes were burned. Picked it up.

Sanxiu won this fight tournament?The entire Mount Paektu boiled.