I cultivate immortals by drawing cards

"So suddenly?" Han Wenye came to his senses all of a sudden, and he looked at Ying Rong nervously, afraid that he might feel uncomfortable.

"Because I feel that I can't hold back my cultivation these past two days. I may break through to Nascent Soul, so I have to take it in advance." After Ying Rong finished speaking, he waved his hand, and he became a human monk again.

"Won't people see it?" Han Wenye asked worriedly.

"No." Ying Rong closed his eyes and said, "I covered it with sword intent, and no one can detect it in a short time."

"Okay." Han Wenye couldn't say anything for a while.

"Let's go, today is the last day." After Ying Rong finished speaking, she took Han Wenye to the Sendai Conference.

As soon as the two of them passed by, someone congratulated Ying Rong, saying that he had won the first place in the formation, and that the wandering wild monk had lost the battle last night.

Ying Rong nodded indifferently, received the magic formation stone awarded by Xianmeng, handed it to Han Wenye and said: "Find someone to inlay this formation stone on your compass, basically eighty to ninety percent." At least you won't get lost with the formation."

"Really? That's amazing." Han Wenye held it happily, and someone next to him vomited blood and came out.

"Sect Master!" The disciples of Zhenzong hurriedly supported Jian Tian.

"Ying Rong, since you have no intention of wanting this formation stone, why do you want to snatch it from me! You are the suzerain of Jianzong, and I am the suzerain of Zhenzong!" Jian Tian yelled angrily.

"You are not worthy." After Ying Rong finished speaking, she grabbed Han Wenye and left.

"I just like your aggressiveness." Han Wenye followed Ying Rong to the sword repairer. After this sword repair competition, only Ying Rong and the demon sword repairer were left.

"This demon swordsman, after several trials, no one can survive three moves under his hands. How many moves can you say Daoist Ying Rong can endure?" Discussions soon spread.

"Fart, what survived a few tricks, you didn't come yesterday, you didn't feel the sword intent of Taoist Ying Rong, my God, you are like a god, I look at Moxiu... you can't survive all three moves." Ying Rong Rong still has quite a few supporters.

"Okay, okay, isn't this the beginning? Don't talk." Because he was more concerned about this competition, the voices in the field quickly disappeared.

Han Wenye was also very nervous. After all, Ying Rong's visit was not just to defeat this demon cultivator, but to rescue his master Lian Yundan from this demon cultivator's hands!

"Start!" The people of Xianmeng just shouted, one side was red and the other was black, and the auras on both sides smashed together fiercely, then pulled away instantly, and collided again.

"Be careful!" The powerful sword intent of the two made the Patriarch of the Eight Immortals have to take action to stabilize the surrounding environment, otherwise the audience might be in danger of their lives.

Han Wenye didn't expect it to be so dangerous. He raised his spiritual consciousness to the highest level before he could barely talk about the fight between the two. Seeing that it was a close collision, it was even more difficult for Ying Rong.

"Kill!" A sudden demonic energy descended from the sky, blasting Ying Rong away with a bang.

After Ying Rong flew upside down, she threw her sword at the devilish energy, the spirit sword exploded, and the huge spiritual energy exploded, blocking the devilish energy for a while.

"Why did Daoist Yingrong throw away his sword?" the audience asked in confusion.

"The devil's energy has corroded his spirit sword, and this move of the demon cultivator will corrode the spirit sword. It's very hateful." Someone shouted beside him.

Then everyone saw that Ying Rong kept throwing out the spirit sword to blast away the demon energy, but the demon clan seemed not to be affected at all.

The audience also went from being nervous at the beginning to being expressionless at the end, saying: "This Daoist Yingrong is also a big family, so many spirit swords were thrown in without blinking."

"There will be none." Someone just said something, and suddenly saw Ying Rong standing in the air, with a finger pointing, the entire competition stage was covered with flickering fragments of the spirit sword.

"Let's rise!" Daoist Yingrong shouted, and countless fragments of the spirit sword began to circulate rapidly, continuously cutting the demonic energy of the demon clan.

"Aww!" The demon clan began to roar, trying to rush over, but there was no way to break the formation.

"This is the formation method that Taoist Yingrong relied on to get the number one formation cultivation. No matter how powerful this magic cultivation is, it will be impossible." The audience all laughed.

"Roar!" I saw the demon suddenly raised his head to the sky and roared, then pulled out another magic sword, and slashed the magic energy at the fragments of the spirit sword around him to attack.

"He's going to forcefully break through the formation!" Everyone exclaimed, but at that moment, the sky had already turned crimson.

"Nine Heavens Xuanhuo, fall!" After Ying Rong finished speaking, countless crimson spirit swords fell down with the speed of the wind.

Moxiu's devilish energy was cut off in an instant, and the devil's forehead had devil horns, but his face was familiar.

"This...isn't this Lian Yundan, the traitor of my Zhengxuan sect!" The people of the Zhengxuan sect recognized it first, followed by everyone else, and scolded Lian Yundan one after another.

Dan Zhihan, who was sitting next to Han Wenye, also changed his expression, looking nervously at the competition stage.

"Ding!" Ying Rong held the spirit sword and touched it again with the demon cultivator Yun Dan. The spirit sword began to turn black when touched, and Ying Rong flew backwards, detonating the spirit sword.

"Coward!" Demon cultivator Yun Dan roared unbearably.

Ying Rong smiled, made a curse, and instantly the sky was full of Ying Rong's figures.

"Swords come!" 72 Ying Rong shouted together, and 72 spirit swords flew into his hands.

"Wow!" The people in the stands were completely overwhelmed by Ying Rong, and every shot was an astonishingly generous one.

"This is him?" Dan Zhihan became puzzled, supposedly Ying Rong is not such a person who doesn't cherish the spirit sword.

"Cheap wholesale." Han Wenye explained, and watched the 72 Ying Rong holding the spirit sword, all stabbing at the demon cultivating Yun Dan.

Moxiu also danced his two swords, clanging and destroying Ying Rong's stabbing spirit sword.

"That's enough! You coward..." Moxiu was halfway through drinking furiously, only to realize that he had already been stabbed by countless swords.

"Illusion!" The audience reacted quickly, and it was only then that they realized that Ying Rong had actually used an illusion formation on Moxiu, making him think he had knocked out all the spirit swords, but in fact half of the spirit swords in the last wave They were all stabbed.

When the members of Xianmeng were about to go to the stage to announce the result, Ying Rong flicked his sleeves, knocking him to the ground with a wave of spiritual energy.

"You used my human cultivator's body to refine the clouds and vainly tried to steal the secret, and today I will punish you on the spot!" Ying Rong shouted angrily, and everyone was even more surprised.

"It's clear that Lian Yundan colluded with the demons, and this Daoist Ying Rong justified Lian Yundan again!" The people of the Zhengxuan sect were unwilling.

"Chi Chi." The demon cultivator looked at Ying Rong and sneered, and with a wave of his hand, a cloak wrapped around him and he was about to run away.

"Go!" He heard Ying Rong recite the Buddha's name, and the Buddha's light was all over his body, and a dagger with Buddha's light was thrown at the heart of the demon cultivator.

The Buddha's light restrains demon cultivation, and the Buddha's light short sword is made of demon-repelling relics, which Ying Rong borrowed from the eminent monk of Foguang Temple.

After the demon cultivator roared in pain for a while, a burst of black demon energy dissipated, revealing Lian Yundan's pale face.

"Slay the traitor!" At this time, several Jindan monks from the Zhengxuan Sect rushed over.

"Get out!" Ying Rong flicked his sleeves, and countless spirit swords flew out, how did the Jindan monks of the Zhengxuan sect fly out, and how did they come back.

"Mr. Yingrong, this is a matter within my Zhengxuan sect, you should not meddle with it!" Qie Yunfeng of the Zhengxuan sect shouted angrily.

Ying Rong gave him a cold look and said, "It's not up to you to say whether you want to deal with it or not."

After Ying Rong finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and pulled out the short sword. Lian Yundan immediately spat out blood. He looked at Ying Rong with a pale face, and stretched out his thumb and said, "Sure enough, you are the best."

"Stop talking nonsense." Ying Rong reached the Immortal Cauldron with Lian Yundan in hand, and said with a ruthless expression: "If the sky doesn't allow you, you can go today!"

Dan Zhihan stood up abruptly, and Han Wenye also stood up nervously, watching a golden light suddenly appear from the Dengxian Cauldron and hit Lian Yundan, but no Dengxian Ling came out.

"What... what does this mean?" Everyone watched Lian Yundan's spiritual energy disperse, his injury was getting better rapidly, and the devilish energy also dissipated, turning into a somewhat evil and handsome man.

"It's simple, Deng Xianding thinks he can be saved, doesn't want him to die, but thinks he is not enough to get the Deng Xianling, it's as simple as that." After the people in the stands finished speaking, Lian Yundan also cupped his hands in embarrassment and blushing, Finally, Fei fell beside Dan Zhihan, and handed a sword to Dan Zhihan.

Dan Zhihan slapped Lian Yundan across the face and said, "Get lost!"

Lian Yundan glanced at Dan Zhihan, then took the spirit sword and flew away.

"Stop!" The Jindan cultivator of the Zhengxuan sect rushed to chase after him.

"I, Lian Yundan, sever any relationship with the Zhengxuan sect from today onwards. I have never stolen, and I am also a murderer, and the ancestor is the one who colluded with the demons!" Lian Yundan finished speaking with a green bamboo sword He took it out and waved it at the monk of the Zhengxuan sect, and the monk of the Zhengxuan sect who was hit by the powerful aura with the sword intent of the evil spirit fell down again.

"It seems that the golden light not only healed his injury, but also improved this guy's cultivation a lot." Someone shouted from the stands.

Lian Yundan bowed to everyone and flew away gracefully.

"Okay, about refining clouds, I, Xianmeng, will definitely find out and give everyone an explanation, but the meeting at Xiantai will continue." The elders of Xianmeng flew out, calming everyone's emotions.

Ying Rong received a compliment, and brought a top-quality spirit sword over.

"I'll find someone from Xianmeng later, and I'll exchange this spirit sword for spirit stones for you." Ying Rong said to Han Wenye as soon as he landed.

"Why? The spirit sword is not good?" Han Wenye asked in surprise.

"I already have enough spirit swords. This one is used by the people of Tu Linggen. I don't like it." After Ying Rong finished speaking, she took Han Wenye and retreated to the side, regardless of the complex expressions of the disciples of the Immortal League next to her. At this time, Faxiu's side has already started to compete.

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