Immortal's Envy of Others

Chapter 8 Trial Conference

"Yes, yes, let's sit down and talk about it." Elder Zhang was kind and polite, smiling politely and beckoning the other three to sit down.

Both Jin Zimo and the gray-robed monk chose to ignore Li Jie's move of jumping onto the wide chair and sitting cross-legged, and so did Elder Zhang.

"This is my Tianquan Sect's latest advanced Yuan Stage junior-Li Jie, Fellow Daoist Jin and Master Yanshan should have already sensed Junior Brother Li's cultivation, and they don't have any doubts about his age, right? "

"Here, Li, Little Daoist Li is indeed at the Huayuan stage, but is he really only five years old?" Jin Zimo still couldn't believe his eyes, and the gray-robed monk Yanshan also showed a puzzled expression.

"I just entered Tianquanmen, and I don't know much about Tianjianmen and Tianjing Temple, but these days I have nothing to do to read a lot of classics collected in the gate. Yu Foxiu seems to be very good at touching bones and judging age?"

Li Jie finally found a comfortable seat on the chair, and said while leaning on the back of the chair.

"I don't know?" Yan Shan hesitated to speak.

"Please." Li Jie understood what he meant, stretched out his hand and said.

"Fellow Taoist, please forgive me for being rude." Without hesitation, Yan Shan put his hand on Li Jie's pulse, looking at Li Jie's hand for a while, and then at Li Jie for a while.

After a long time, he seemed to want to let go, but he frowned and shook his head again. In the end, he still didn't let go of his hand. He repeated this several times, and finally shook his head and reluctantly withdrew his hand.

"Master, how are you?" Li Jie sat cross-legged on a chair and said with a smile.

"It is indeed five years old, but this..." Yan Shan shook his head while talking.

"I have lived in vain for so many years. I feel that I have seen a lot, but I am just a frog at the bottom of the well. Fellow Daoist Li is really a genius. Fellow Daoist Zhang, the noble family has this talent, and it is just around the corner. Congratulations!"

Although Jin Zimo still seemed a little puzzled, Yan Shan's words obviously made him have to temporarily accept the fact that this little man in front of him, who was like a baby, had a cultivation level comparable to his own.

Can't help but let out a long sigh, cupped his hands and said: "What Master Yanshan said is very true, congratulations."

Elder Zhang laughed, "What are you two talking about? Our three sects in Tianlu share the same spirit, so why bother to separate them from each other? However, there is nothing wrong with Junior Brother Li's participation in the Trial Conference, right?"

"Of course." Jin Zimo and Yan Shan nodded helplessly and said, as soon as the second son of Tianquanmen came out, how could there be anything about them in this trial meeting?

Thinking of this, the two looked at each other, both of them couldn't help showing a trace of bitterness.

After this meeting, Li Jie's participation in the Trial Conference was completely settled, and Elder Zhang's heart was completely relieved.

Since it was a trial meeting, it might be necessary to rely on force to convince people.

Thinking of this, Li Jie suddenly discovered that he had never fought with anyone since he descended to the realm.

As for the original?If you don't count the previous experience of fighting with mobs, the only battle in my life was only slightly won with the help of my elder brother, but that was a life-and-death battle, and the opponent was a monster. A little bit of winning experience is obviously not suitable for this trial meeting.

Senior Brother Zhang introduced him to the rules of the Trial Conference, which was also very simple. It boiled down to one sentence: Participants must rely entirely on their own strength to win, and cannot use any magic weapons to assist them.

This is quite to Li Jie's taste, after all, this is not an enemy, it's just a competition, and the only thing you want is to click as many as you can.

Since the magic weapon cannot be used, it is just right.

Li Jie looked at the little water droplets floating in front of his eyes and said to himself with a smile.

The day of the trial meeting.

Everyone in the three sects already knew the news about the participating disciples, and naturally heard that the Tianquan sect would send a Huayuan period monk to fight this time, so the disciples of the Tianquan sect were all very excited, while the disciples of the other two sects Morale inevitably seemed a little low.

But without exception, everyone stretched their necks to take a look at this stunning genius.

The Tianquanmen disciples naturally knew that this genius was only five years old, but they didn't know if it was an agreement or a coincidence, but no one disclosed this fact to the other two sects. Jin Zimo and Yanshan didn't seem to publicize this fact.

Therefore, a strange phenomenon appeared before the Trial Conference began.

The disciples of Tianjian and Tianjing sects will ask each other when they see the unknown monks of Tianquanmen who have attended the trial meeting, "Is this person the genius of the Huayuan period?"

As a result, when the seats of the participants were full, they did not see the legendary genius.

In fact, this was a complete misunderstanding, Li Jie came early in the morning, but he was sitting in the back row of the farthest seat, so no one noticed him except for the disciples of the Tianquanmen sect.

It's not that no one saw him, it's just that many people thought that he was the direct descendant of a Jindan Elder from Tianquanmen, who sneaked there to play...

Even if he didn't think so, no one connected him with the monk Huayuanqi.

Except for what they knew, everyone automatically ignored that the seat was the one that the first person to attend the Trial Conference should be sitting on.

Therefore, after the first disciple of Jianmen came out that day, he felt nervous when he heard the ancestor-level elder who presided over the meeting announce that Tianquanmen sent the legendary Huayuanqi monk.

Then, then he saw a little person who barely reached the height of his thighs walking up the stage. He didn't know if it was a hallucination. He even felt that the short figure was not very stable when he walked...

He he he, who is he?

The 23-year-old Foundation Establishment disciple, who has always been called a genius, looked at the few master-level figures presiding over the meeting a little at a loss.

When he saw the ancestor of our school nodded slightly to him, indicating that this child was his biggest opponent, he stared at him for a while in disbelief, and then pinched himself fiercely Once you know it's true!

Looking at the short figure standing on the other side of the trial ring, he finally understood that the inexplicable sentence "you don't need to worry about the trial meeting" that Uncle Jinzi Mo said to him yesterday included What helplessness and sympathy.

Seeing the other party's stupid look, Li Jie spoke first: "There is no big or small in the ring, fellow daoists, please—"

The baby's voice was scattered with the wind, and the trial square of Nuoda became quiet in an instant, and everyone who knew him or didn't know him stared at the small figure on the ring without moving.

The Foundation Establishment disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect who had been placed with high hopes was a little stunned for a moment before clasping his fists in return, "Forgive me for being rude, junior."

Before he finished speaking, the long sword in his hand pierced through the air. Li Jie took a step back and drew a semicircle on the ground. With a little force on his feet, a gust of breeze rose from his feet and circled all over his body in an instant.

The opponent's sword tip was shielded from the wind wall in this way, unable to take a step forward.

"It's no wonder that it's not a foul for a sword cultivator to bring a sword to the arena. Although this state of unity of sword and man is not an entry, it can be regarded as a glimpse of its way." Li Jie carefully observed the other party in the wind wall.

The opponent has changed dozens of sword tactics in an instant, trying to break through the wind wall.

Li Jie thought that there were still many opponents behind him, so he didn't want to get entangled with the opponent, so he swung his right hand forward, and a water drop the size of a grain of rice appeared in the air out of thin air, and forcibly knocked the opponent's three-foot green blade into the air.

Immediately, the water droplets turned into a cloud of mist, enveloping the opponent in it.

When the fog dissipated, the opponent was already under the ring.

"Heavenly Sword Sect Li Jiesheng!"

Next up was a genius disciple from Tianjing Temple who was also highly expected. He established his foundation a year earlier than the one from Tianjianmen, and he has always attracted much attention among his fellowmen.

It's a pity that neither of them had a chance to display their talents, and they were both sent off the ring wrapped in the mist of Li Jie, announcing their failure.

The author has something to say: For a five-year-old child, thinking about my brother's devil king, he should be quite small~~~ I'm really the biggest slob in the world! ! !