God please

Wandu Mountain is ten thousand ton high, the highest peak is cliffs soaring into the clouds, covered with snow all the year round, and the cold wind is like a knife.The mountainside is gentle, the climate is pleasant, and the seasons are like spring.

The first test site for the sectarian assembly was held at the foot of the mountain.

360 apricot-yellow banners stand tall, guiding the monks to disperse and take their seats. The arena facing the spectator platform is made of bluestone, which is huge and sturdy. It is once every 30 years and has withstood countless spell bombardments. Now it has been repaired and replaced countless times.

On the stage numbered 260, a deacon of Wandu City was calling loudly, "Where is Number [-]?"

No one responded.

The middle-aged deacon frowned slightly, and called again, "The hour is approaching, if the [-]th does not come forward, you will only be disqualified from the preliminary examination."

There was a commotion in the viewing platform, some people laughed and some were dissatisfied, they all urged the deacon not to wait, and immediately announced the start of the competition.

The deacon was rigid and upright, and his personality was also the same. Despite the urging, he just looked down at the hourglass and said, "The first test is just beginning."

Number one thousand and nine was Shan Zhiyuan.Yue Zhong and Hu Mancang looked at each other full of worries.If it's just that you can't catch up with the first test, it's fine, there is no time for left and right cultivation, 30 years is just a snap of the fingers, at worst, come back next time.

These days, Shan Zhiyuan has no news at all, what if something happens?

The deacon waited to be called again, and was waiting in the middle of the ring. A cold sneer came from the group of monks who participated in the first test, "Could it be that some disciples of the broken sect were frightened by the situation and fled before the battle."

Immediately, someone responded: "It must be so, but I don't know which family's disciple it is, so useless, it is really a shame for the teacher!"

Another person said: "The sect that taught such idiots should be disbanded as soon as possible, so there is no shame in it."

These few monks taunted each other unscrupulously.

At first some people agreed, but when these people spoke more and more viciously, some monks saw the clues, it was clearly a personal grievance.

The smart one just didn't know, quietly walked aside, quietly waiting for the hourglass to fall to the right hour.

When Hu Mancang heard that the monks were getting more rude, he frowned and wanted to shoot the case.

At this moment, a blue shadow fell on the ring with a gust of cold wind.

As the smoke and dust dissipated, a young monk gradually revealed a tall and straight figure like a sharp knife out of its scabbard. It was Shan Zhiyuan.At this moment, he said with a gentle smile: "I have delayed my retreat, I hope you will forgive me."

The stereotyped deacon was only responsible for supervising the arena. Looking at the hourglass, he nodded expressionlessly and said, "Chenshi will be here soon, so it's still in time."

Shan Zhiyuan said again: "Thank you." Then he stepped into the crowd of beginners, and several eyes full of resentment and murderous intent immediately fell behind his back.The young monk seemed completely unaware of it.I was only thinking about luck in my heart, if Qilin hadn't sent him back in time, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to make it to the meeting.

Seeing that everyone has arrived, the stereotyped deacon said loudly: "There are 30 people participating in the preliminary selection for this arena, and there are five places in total. The time has come—"

Before the words fell, there were loud bangs and bangs from all over Wandu Mountain, and countless fireworks exploded in the air, reflecting a dazzling light on the already brilliant clear sky.

Taking this as a signal, the [-] monks on each ring immediately mobilized and fought together.

Those of the same sect take care of each other, waiting for an opportunity to knock outsiders off the ring.As soon as the battle started, some unfavorable monks were beheaded and kicked off the ring.

The deacon still didn't change his face, and only announced the battle situation loudly: "No. 420, No. [-], expulsion. No. [-], expulsion..."

As a result, some people are happy and others are sad.

After the initial chaos, there were still more than 20 people left in the ring, and everyone had quickly grasped the battle situation.

Shan Zhiyuan was alone, holding a black golden and dark red sword in his hand. The spirit sword was dark and dull, but it was determined to force people. If he stared at it for a long time, he would feel his soul was stabbed violently.Those who know the goods will show shock or greed.

At this time, he was jumping up and landed lightly on the edge of the ring. More than a dozen monks took care of each other in twos and threes, forming a hidden momentum to surround him.

Seeing this, Yue Zhong's eyes sank, he stood up, his lips trembled for a while, and then sat down with restraint.Even though the intention of these monks is obvious, their actions are within the rules.But I don't know who is so generous, and actually bribed so many monks to deal with Shan Zhiyuan alone.

Hu Mancang's eyes sparkled, and he said again: "Master, don't worry, brother will definitely win."

Shan Zhiyuan had sensed the murderous intentions of this group of people from the very beginning, and after the battle started, they made fierce moves that were bound to kill him.This aggressive momentum finally enraged Shan Zhiyuan, he swung his long sword horizontally, and said, "Longya, today's first battle, good performance."

Longya buzzed and vibrated in his palm, appearing extremely excited.

On the opposite side, a skinny sword cultivator with gloomy eyes summoned a spirit sword, and a faint blue sword light shot out.As they got closer, Shan Zhiyuan's sharp eyes saw that there was a layer of creepy green color hidden under the blue light, obviously poisoned.

Although the physique of a cultivator is stronger than that of ordinary people, there are countless poisons that can kill people.It's just that such methods, no matter in the mortal world or in the fairy world, are all indiscriminate and despised by the righteous way.

Shan Zhiyuan frowned, who is it that hates him so much?

Thoughts in the sword cultivator's mind were like lightning, but his wrist shook, his toes touched the ring, and he jumped up.The dragon tooth changed from blocking to slashing, and the sword energy pierced through from top to bottom, shattering the poisonous spirit sword into countless green fragments, which scattered in all directions with a bang.

There is a prohibition protection outside the arena, so naturally there is no need to worry about hurting innocent people.The faces of the people on the stage changed drastically, and they dodged one after another.

Five people couldn't dodge in time and were hit by the green shards. With a scream, they covered their wounds and rolled in pain on the ring.Hearing the horrific cry, his expression changed.

Seeing this, Shan Zhiyuan's face turned gloomy, this poison is so vicious.

Seeing that his poisonous sword was destroyed, the skinny sword repairer showed a bit of regret in his eyes.He also took out three spiritual swords, transformed into a three-talented sword formation, and attacked Shan Zhiyuan in unpredictable ways.

Shan Zhiyuan was hanging in the air at this time, the upper three lanes were covered by the murderous Sancai sword array, the middle three lanes were approached by countless brilliant talismans, and the lower three lanes were attacked like poisonous snakes with nine-section whips and ghost-headed hammers , there was more earth spells on the landing, Gengen and Huang Dixie rushed out of the ring and stabbed at the sword repairman.

Actually blocked all his escape routes.

Seeing that the monk was inevitable, the headed monk's eyes showed joy.

Shan Zhiyuan was forced to a desperate situation, he only felt his fighting spirit was high, and his sanity was unprecedentedly clear.His chest was beating like a drum, his blood was boiling, but a beautiful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.He didn't dodge or dodge, he just raised his hand and slashed down fiercely.

In the blink of an eye, a majestic sword intent whizzed out from the dragon's teeth, and for a moment everyone seemed to see a hallucination - a blood-red dragon broke through the turbulent waves, powerful and invincible, like a raging wave, smashing those sword formations , Talismans, mantras, and magic weapons are easily scattered and destroyed.

Amidst the roar, the well-designed attack formation was completely destroyed like a piece of paper torn by a strong wind.

The three cultivators were unable to dodge in time, and were hit in the chest by the blood-red dragon. They were knocked out of the ring with their bodies in the air, spitting blood, and fell into a coma due to serious injuries.

Shan Zhiyuan's move worked, and he landed in the middle of the ring, pointing his dragon tooth obliquely at the ground, his eyes swept away like a torch, and said coldly: "There are still 17 people."

The monks on the ring looked at each other, with a stern look on their faces.The onlookers also held their breaths, this is one against seventeen, if there is a difference in realm, the monks in each arena have almost the same realm, this young monk is a bit too arrogant.

In this tense atmosphere, someone suddenly raised his right hand, "Actually—I have nothing to do with this matter."

Shan Zhiyuan glanced coldly, he was in his early thirties, standing innocently surrounded by murderous wolves.Shan Zhiyuan could only frown and said, "Then get out of the way."

Immediately afterwards, the attack was like lightning, Longya roared, and actually chopped off the head of a monk who was rushing forward.

The headless body ran a few more steps, and the blood at the broken neck soared into the sky, almost rushing into the array of monks on the opposite side, and a cold monk on the opposite side raised a hand to stick a talisman on it, blowing it up completely.

However, Shan Zhiyuan took advantage of the situation and broke into the enemy's formation. For a while, the sword energy surged, the talismans exploded, and the cloud of smoke and dust shrouded it, making it difficult for people to see.

Although this swordsman has a rare spiritual sword in his hand, his swordsmanship is profound and his spiritual power is powerful, after all, he is only condensing his pulse.Once the battle dragged on for a long time, some spiritual power would be exhausted.

In the first test, pills and magic circles were strictly prohibited, and the fight was based on one's own combat strength.

Therefore, after a long time, Shan Zhiyuan became somewhat powerless.It's just that he has followed the four natal gods for a long time, but he has done a good job on the surface.

The leader of the cultivator was bluffed by him, he felt that this person's strength was far beyond his peers, unfathomable, after fighting for a long time, his side lost three more people, but he still had no chance of winning.

The monk gritted his teeth and said, "Set up the formation."

A person beside him said: "No, if you violate the rules, this competition will be terminated immediately."

Another person fell down in the arena, at this time there were less than ten people in the arena, Shan Zhiyuan could only feel his fingertips trembling, he couldn't hold the dragon's teeth, and the sound of rough panting gradually became more obvious, it was about to be exposed.

When the first few talismans were covered silently, Shan Zhiyuan didn't notice it.

At the very moment, he stretched out his hand and pulled him aside. The spirit talisman was hit by the spirit sword that flew out of his hand, and was bombarded in mid-air into countless transparent ropes transformed by spirit energy. Unfortunately, it lost its target now, like a tentacle. After twisting for a while, it turned to entangle the friendly army.

Taking advantage of the situation, one hand pressed onto Shan Zhiyuan's vest, pouring spiritual power continuously.The monk who stayed out of the matter said: "Quickly adjust your breath." Then he quickly explained in his ear: "There are two groups of people, one group of sword cultivators, and one group of talisman cultivators, and they are not of the same party."

Shan Zhiyuan was taken aback for a moment, but he finally believed in this person, his spiritual power circulated rapidly around the sky, absorbing all the spiritual power that the person entered.The meridian that was about to be exhausted was filled with a trickle again, Shan Zhiyuan's fatigue was swept away, and he sneered, "Who else will come?"

The two groups were headed by the skinny monk who used the poisonous sword and the cold monk who used the talisman.At this time, he came from the two wings, and his vicious eyes fell on the grey-clothed monk who had helped Shan Zhiyuan.

The poisonous monk said: "Brother, if you don't want to stay out of the matter and disturb our brother's work, don't blame our brother for killing innocent people indiscriminately."

The grey-clothed monk smiled and said, "I want to watch from the sidelines...why my hands itch after watching for a long time."

The cultivator who made the talisman did not say a word, and had already sprinkled talismans all over the sky.There are countless dead leaf butterflies flying around, rushing towards those two menacingly.

Shan Zhiyuan turned around and grabbed the monk's wrist to get out of the way, and then swept the sword horizontally.The sky-filled yellow talisman was hit by the sword energy, and if it hit the waves of the huge rock, it turned its head and rushed towards its master.

Bang bang bang, the sound of countless fireballs exploding, and the choking smoke filled the arena.

These people are killers, and they do everything they can.Shan Zhiyuan was so bored, he suddenly had an idea, raised his hand suddenly, and reminded the person behind him: "You avoid it."

He remembered a spell.

When he first picked up the myriad of gods, Tai Yu helped him escape with the enchantment technique he used.

He always felt that the ecstasy technique was too voluptuous, and the performer was full of ugliness, which was more vicious than taking people's lives.So don't use it unless absolutely necessary.Now you don't have to be polite.

Shan Zhiyuan slashed with a horizontal sword while making a formula with his left hand. He had already mastered the formula by heart, and now he used his pulse congealing skill to make it even more effective.

A dense pink mist that was as dense as peach blossoms spread around Shan Zhiyuan as the center.The attacking formation of the two groups of monks stopped, and the spirit swords fell one after another, their eyes were loose, and they fell down one after another.

But after a while, they hugged each other in twos and threes, and their voices and actions began to be unbearable to the ear and unsightly to the eye.

Shan Zhiyuan was not polite, stepped forward with one pair of feet, two feet of four, and kicked the group of monks off the ring one by one.

Then he shouted: "Who else?"

Now there are only two people standing alone in the arena.The grey-clothed friar said: "I still have... I admit defeat!"

Without waiting for Shan Zhiyuan to speak, he turned around and jumped off the ring.There are five places in each arena, Shan Zhiyuan was going to let him pass the test together, but unexpectedly this gray-clothed monk did something completely unexpected, Shan Zhiyuan couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

The stereotyped deacon looked at the center of the arena. He was the only one who was not surprised. He raised his hand and announced the result, "The arena is over. The number of passers-by is one thousand and nine. A total of one pass."

At this point, Yue Zhongtong and Hu Mancang breathed a sigh of relief, and collapsed on the viewing platform.

Although there were all kinds of twists and turns in this first test, it finally passed without any danger.