I'm doing business in the Shura field [Rebirth]

There are also high and low points for monks in the same realm. The most intuitive manifestation in the Jindan realm is whether the Jindan cultivator is big or round, full or full.

In the long history of the upper cultivation world calculated in units of ten thousand years, it is not uncommon for sword repairers to achieve epiphany breakthroughs in competitions.

Yun Zhenzi is just a step away from the gate now, and he feels that it is meaningless to sit withered. In order to cultivate the most perfect golden core, he simply left the gate and came to participate in the Zongmen Grand Competition, hoping to gain some insight in the battle with different people.

When he just came down from Wuguoya, Yun Zhenzi faced the two juniors who met for the first time, and the first sentence he said was to Fang Qinghong: "The middle stage of foundation establishment?"

If there is no heavy treasure to deliberately cover up, it is easy for high-ranking monks to see through the realm of low-ranking monks.

While his peers were still struggling in the qi refining stage, Fang Qinghong had already reached the level that ordinary monks would have to spend nearly a hundred years to reach.

Yun Zhenzi looked at him very earnestly: "Junior brother is really talented, choosing a day is worse than bumping into it, and going to the martial arts stage?"

He Tiantian rolled his eyes at the side: "Eldest senior brother really cherishes his face, second senior brother is only building a foundation now, how can he compare to you."

Yun Zhenzi immediately patted his chest to make a promise: "Little Junior Brother, don't worry, we only use sword moves, and we don't move our true energy."

Then you, the golden elixir that has been tempered by Tianlei, will take advantage of it, okay?He Tiantian slandered.The little fantasies and longings about this elder brother whom he had never met before also disappeared.

There was no doubt about the final result, naturally Fang Qinghong won.

Although Yun Zhenzi looks to be only 24 or 40 years old, he is actually more than two hundred years old.He spent more than [-] years cultivating to the middle stage of foundation establishment, and in the usual way, it is not a disgrace to the talent of elite disciples, but there is no harm if there is no comparison, not to mention Fang Qinghong, even He Tiantian, who is only fifteen this year, has Qi training level nine.

Yun Zhenzi put away his sword, and sighed that talented people come out from generation to generation, and once the newcomers beat the old ones.At the end, he added another sentence: "When Junior Brother He builds his foundation, why don't we come to make gestures?" While speaking, his eyes were full of brilliance eager to try.

He Tiantian:  …

Originally, with He Tiantian's current cultivation base, he was never considered for this trip. It was He Tiantian who ran to Guixu Peak and begged Zhenjun Daoheng coquettishly before he was included.

Dao Heng thought to himself that since two of the three disciples from Qinglian Peak had gone, it wouldn't hurt to bring one more, as he should see the world ahead of time.And with him personally sitting in the township, he thought he could protect these disciples comprehensively, so he patted He Tiantian on the head and agreed.

Strange to say, even though He Tiantian is a disciple of Qinglian Peak, he is good at Guixu Peak, and the calm and dignified suzerain is quite fond of children rolling around on his knees.

The light cloud boat travels tens of thousands of miles a day, and it takes more than half a month to enter the boundary of the Kunlun Palace, which shows the vastness of the upper realm.Cultivators don't need to eat or sleep, and they don't have much entertainment—even if there is, the elm head of a sword cultivator can't understand the fun.

Fang Qinghong meditates boredly in the room every day, but He Tiantian would come to harass him every now and then.

He had nothing else to play with, so he could only play with his younger brother, teasing him back and forth so that the younger brother was furious, and climbed up on the couch to beat him up.Fang Qinghong cooperated very well, and made some amusing howls that seemed real and fake, He Tiantian's nose was crooked in anger.

Even so, the little junior was still getting more and more courageous, risking lung pain, and working tirelessly every day to come to his room to seek relief.

Fang Qinghong couldn't help joking: "What will you do when you have a Taoist companion in the future, will he be jealous of me?" This time he was careful and didn't mention Lao Shizi's female cultivator anymore.

He Tiantian, who was pulling his hair, heard the words and sneered: "I think Brother Yun has no face, and you are also quite lacking. If there is such a day, I will bring him to look for you every day, and then two will fight one. Let's see how you still make fun of me." .”

Fang Qinghong:?

Immediately there was a mournful cry: "No way, you are enough to trouble me with just a milk doll, and you still have to take care of your family and ask me to help you raise a Taoist couple. You should be a brother."

He Tiantian blushed, "Look for a fight!"

"Yunhong, Yunji?"

At this time, a head came in from the opened door, seeing that the two of them were not doing business, they couldn't help but brow up happily: "It just so happens that senior brother has some new ideas, let's go outside and practice."

He Tiantian clapped his hands and jumped off the bed: "Okay, senior brother, let's form a team to fight the second senior brother, and do justice for the heavens."

Yun Zhenzi: "For □□Dao?"

Fang Qinghong raised his eyebrows: "Junior Junior Brother, this is not acceptable, he is not your Taoist companion."

Yun Zhenzi: "What Taoist companion?"

He Tiantian squinted at him: "Fix your fight well, and you don't have to worry about the rest."

So Yun Zhenzi happily gave up thinking.

In the last few days of the trip, Yun Zhenzi came to compete with them every day, as if to him, the juniors were just ruthless training machines.

The three brothers made the whole Qingyun boat jump around, and later, disciples from other peaks also joined in the fun, booing and fighting with each other, from single-handedly facing Yun Zhenzi one by one, to random matching, and Betting at the opening market, the game was full of excitement.

Dao Heng is tolerant, and in line with the principle of warming up before the game, they are allowed to fool around.Sometimes, he would even watch the fire from the other side, making joking comments, or explaining tricks on the spot. The learning spirit of all the staff was unprecedentedly high, and they almost forgot the original intention of going out this time.

Sure enough, fighting is the only thing that sword repairers are most interested in.

However, the good times didn't last long, and the Huanhua Sword Sect didn't want to find trouble, so the matter took the initiative to find the door.

On the 19th, the group finally arrived at the Kunlun Palace.

It wasn't too early for them to come. In the square near the side of Kunlun Mountain, many people had already gathered. They were separated according to sects and went up the mountain one after another under the guidance of Kunlun disciples.

Fang Qinghong knew that this was just a drop in the bucket, there were hundreds of sects participating in the Grand Competition, not to mention there were casual cultivators, the Kunlun Palace, which used to be cold and distant, was now as lively as a chicken coop.

The main hall of the Kunlun Palace is on the top of the main peak, and the world calls it the Jinding Temple of Heaven.

The main body of the palace is made of clear marble, the tiles are glazed tiles, and the pavement is white marble.In winter, it is covered with white snow, and a thin layer of ice crystals is condensed on the carved railings, painted buildings, pavilions, terraces and stone bridges.When the sun rises from the east, the golden sky breaks through the lingering smoke and shines on the top of the mountain. The dazzling brilliance refracted by the entire palace group will take away the hearts of all who have seen it. Praise for this scene is only because of the sky.

Overlooking from the top of the cloud, the Kunlun Mountains, surrounded by clouds and mist all year round, are rolling and majestic.There are lofty peaks and mountains, green pines and verdant green, and there is a school of fairy imagery of "the good fortune bell is beautiful, the yin and yang cut the faint dawn".

"It's a pity that we came here by accident, and it's only autumn now, and we won't be able to endure winter." Fang Qinghong told the surrounding juniors who had never traveled far, about the wonders of this place, and said with regret at the end.

He Tiantian was squeezed so hard that his face was pulled down, and he muttered unhappily: "It's as if I've been here before." Then the bridge of his nose was pinched.

Fang Qinghong gestured very lightly, shook his head symbolically, then tilted his head and looked down at him, his eyes curved into beautiful peach blossom smiles: "There are so many people here, save face for senior brother, huh?"

The young man's cheeks were hot, and he turned his eyes away and moaned, like a small animal that has been groomed.

"This little friend is very discerning. Kunlun has always been hospitable. If you have nothing important to do, you don't have to rush to leave after the Zongmen Grand Competition is over. How about staying until winter?"

The white-bearded old man of Daogu Xianfeng came over with a smile and said, and then saluted Zhenjun Daoheng: "Poverty Dao Lingxuzi, I have met Zhenjun, and this competition has worked so hard for Zhenjun Daoheng to come. , I am far away to welcome you. Everyone, please follow the poor road up the mountain, the palace master has been waiting for a long time."

This is also an unwritten rule in the cultivation world. The elders of the visiting sects will receive them personally, and the rest will be handled by the disciples.

Dao Heng looks like an adult male in his early thirties. Unlike other sword cultivators who show their sharpness without concealment, he has an aura that attracts people and makes him feel comfortable when talking with a gentle smile.

The guiding elder sent by the Kunlun Palace exchanged a few words with him, and the distance between the two was invisibly shortened a lot.Therefore, while going to the main hall, Dao Heng obtained a lot of useful information.

Going up from the Kunlun Mountain Gate, there are nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine jade steps, commonly known as "Climbing the Immortal Steps".According to Fang Qinghong's words, people can die if they walk.

However, it is a customary rule of all schools in the Five Regions not to use magical weapons in front of the mountain gate. According to the legend of the Queen Mother of the West, no one dares to do anything wrong, and everyone will walk up the mountain honestly.

The Kunlun architectural complex is simple and elegant, but also implies nobility, which is completely different from the style of Huanhua Jianzong.

It should be said that the ancestor of the founding school of Jianzong was also a fastidious person, and he spent a lot of effort on the location and establishment of the school.Just from the design of Qinglian Peak, the sun and the moon are in the same sky, it can be seen that she is more delicate than others.

There are 64 peaks in the Yulin Mountains, carved railings and painted buildings, and nine-curved corridors, all of which reveal the melodious beauty of the water town.It is true that the later generations of disciples did not live up to their expectations, completely ignorant of the importance of aesthetics, and allowed those ingenious thoughts to be covered with dust and gradually decay in the wind and rain day after day.

It wasn't until Dao Heng became suzerain and deliberately decorated the facade that he finally regained some of the exquisite charm of the past.

It's a pity that all the winking eyes are thrown to the blind. The Huanhua Sword Sect in this life bears an elegant name, while the simple and straightforward sword cultivators in the sect will only stand on the steps of the Kunlun Palace and lament the rich aura of this place. To be able to beat the sect by three points, it would be great if he could retreat here.

It's really raising the ambitions of others and destroying one's own prestige!He Tiantian hates that iron cannot be made into steel.

They were walking in disbelief, and there were people talking loudly behind them.

"I don't think these schools are very good. What can be seen in this year's competition."

"It can't be underestimated, isn't it said that Liu Menghan of the Kunlun Palace is invincible at the Golden Core Realm?"

"Senior Brother Yan is not bad! I think it's because Young Palace Master Liu has never met a real opponent."

"The monsters of the Yin-Yang Acacia Sect are always weird, so we have to guard against them. I heard that in recent years, they have recruited a disciple who is very suitable for their skills, who happens to be at the Meridian Condensation Stage."

"There is also Tianlu Temple, those bald donkeys are used to the trick of walking real people without showing their faces."

"However, in terms of talent and strength in terms of foundation building stage, and looking at the entire upper cultivation world, no one can compare to our young master!"

"Hey, didn't you miss one just now, isn't there a Huanhua Sword Sect in the leader of the five domains?"

"Huanhua Sword Sect?" The person who spoke earlier sneered, and said slowly: "It's because the Eastern Territory failed to live up to expectations, that's why this small sect with nothing but sword cultivators was lucky enough to win the championship. In terms of sects Who is the background comparable to? There is nothing to worry about mere Fengwei."

Yo, what an arrogant tone.

How could sword repairers be the type to swallow their anger? Huanhua Sword Sect, except for Dao Heng, immediately turned around and looked at the source of the sound.

On the steps dozens of steps away from them, a group of more than forty people were slowly walking up.All of them are dressed in black costumes, with simple dark blue patterns painted on the chest, elbows, and hem. They have wings on their backs, a snake body with antlers, four feet and five claws, and fierce and majestic faces—the totems of the ancient dragon clan.

This is Taiweiyuan's sect costume, and what the totem draws is not an ordinary dragon, but Yinglong God.

Fang Qinghong's eyelids twitched, thinking that it really wasn't that enemies didn't get together.