The fairy is fierce

The cold moon and snow on the ground.

Outside the thousands of buildings of Tiedu Mansion, nearly ten thousand monks gathered in the endless square. Further in was Tiedu Mansion and Tiedu Cave Heaven in the center of Luohunyuan.

On the mountain wall at the end of Tiehe Valley, there were four big characters "Heaven opens all things", which occupied the entire mountain wall. They were carved by the Lord Linyuan when he founded the sect, and the sword worship platform was just below the handwriting.

It was almost noon, and the elders of the nine sects also came after hearing the news and sat in the dark of the sword worship platform; in the open, Nangong Yue, the discipline elder of Tiedu Mansion, sat on the high platform below the mountain wall and served as the referee of this competition.

Li Chongjin of Yunshui Sword Pond sat beside him.

On the top of the cliff, Shangguan Lingye sat directly on the horizontal line of the word "Heaven" in "Heaven opens all things", looking down at the whole scene.

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In the secular world, a fighting ring only needs a platform, and both sides can go up to fight, but this is obviously not possible in the cultivation path.

After all, cultivators can control the world, and there are home and away games. If they fight on a stone ring, and iron and stone are both gold in the five elements, and cultivators who are close to wood in the five elements stand on it, it is equivalent to fighting with their hands and feet tied.

Therefore, the sword worship platform is not a simple ring, but a martial arts field covered by a formation. It is one mile in radius, and there are rivers, forests, wildfires, gold and iron ores and various weapons scattered inside, which are evenly distributed and absolutely fair.

Outside the formation of the sword worship platform, countless cultivators have been looking forward to it. Due to the rules, no one still flies in the air with a sword, but just stands on the ground and watches. Only those with high seniority can be invited to sit in the corridor on the cliff.

The monks who couldn't squeeze to the front could only gather in front of the giant water curtain outside the Tiedian Mansion and watch this battle that attracted the attention of thousands of people.

It was almost noon.

Lao Lu and Qiu Fengqing sat in an attic, quietly waiting for Zuo Lingquan to arrive.

Zuo Yunting was shaking a fan in the cold weather and overlooking the scene from the window.

Qi Jia was holding a sword. Seeing that Zuo Lingquan was late, he was about to speak, but he saw a commotion outside the worship platform, and everyone looked at the entrance of the worship platform.

The entrance to the worship platform was an octagonal gatehouse. Four black-armored warriors from the Tiedian Mansion stood with shields. Situ Zhenhan was like a door god, standing in the middle of the entrance, holding a golden mace and not smiling. ♡♢  ♦♦

Outside the gatehouse was a straight bluestone avenue, with people surrounding it on both sides.

Under the snowy sky, a figure walked slowly from a distance.

The man was wearing a black robe, his hair was tied up with a black headband, and a black sheathed long sword hung from his waist. He walked on the snowy road without leaving any traces.

The figure came closer and closer, walking very steadily. Although he was clearly moving forward, he was like a pine tree on the top of a mountain, firmly rooted in the ground in the wind and snow, motionless.

"Here I come..."

"This style, at first glance, he is a swordsman who has been through the rivers and lakes..."

"So handsome~"

...

Amid the noisy conversation, the figure came to the gatehouse.

Li Chongjin on the cliff frowned and glanced at him, then raised his hand gently.

Fang Zhuoqing, who was standing behind him, bowed his hands, turned around and walked down the cliff to the octagonal gatehouse.

Everyone's eyes were also focused on the young man in black robe who had already stood under the gatehouse.

Zuo Lingquan stood with a sword in his hand, ignoring the crowd around him, but looked at Situ Baiye in front of him and raised his hand to salute.

Situ Zhenhan said all the good things this time, so that the master arranged him to be the doorman and witness the "coming out ceremony" of their young master.

However, only he and Shangguan Lingye knew Zuo Lingquan's identity, so he couldn't say anything. He just held the golden mace with a majestic manner and roared:

"Silence!"

The sound was like a bell, and it spread far into the Iron River Valley, and the entire sword worship platform also fell silent.

Soon, Fang Zhuoqing also came to the gatehouse under the admiring gaze of countless cultivators.

Fang Zhuoqing was Li Chongjin's direct disciple. This time, the inner sect direct disciples who came from Yunshui Sword Pond, including Li Chugui, were less than ten people.

Although he was regarded as an inferior horse, he was also an inferior horse among the inner sect direct disciples. In terms of talent and comprehension, he was actually better than Situ Baiye when he was young, and he was definitely not a scumbag.

Fang Zhuoqing was wearing a cloud-patterned brocade robe from Yunshuijiantan, with a sword hanging from his waist. He looked quite heroic. After walking to the opposite side of Zuo Lingquan, he glanced at Zuo Lingquan without saying anything.

As thousands of people watched in silence, Situ Zhenhan stepped forward and said:

"This competition will be conducted impartially by our Tiedui Mansion, and the elders of the Nine Sects will be watching. You two don't have to worry, just use all your knowledge and kill. When it comes to the winner, Uncle Nangong will intervene. Even if you fail to catch the opponent and beat him to death, Elder Liu of Yaowang Tower and Elder Xu of Fulong Mountain can still put you back to the original state."

With the Taoism of the Nine Sects' boss, if he can't even see two juniors fighting, he doesn't deserve to sit here. The latter sentence is basically a joke.

Fang Zhuoqing nodded slightly, then took off his sword and handed it to Situ Zhenhan, and walked into a formation on the side of the gatehouse.

Zuo Lingquan had heard Lin Yang talk about the general details of the competition yesterday.

The competition between disciples is about their potential, physical foundation, and on-the-spot reaction.

However, the age difference between the disciples is so great that it is impossible to unify the realms. If they are one realm higher, there is no competition. If they compete directly, the competition between them will become a matter of waiting for time and who has practiced longer. It is impossible to see the potential strength.

For the sake of fairness, both sides will first measure their bone age. Only those with a small age difference, that is, within twelve years, are considered the same generation.

Then the realm is measured again, and the higher one suppresses the realm, keeping the two in the same realm against the enemy. Although people with lower realms will not weaken their spiritual understanding and experience, they still take advantage of their age; but there is no absolute fairness in the world. People with higher realms should take advantage if they make concessions.

In addition, foreign objects such as magic weapons, immortal weapons, elixirs, talismans, etc. must also be handed over.

Otherwise, Zuo Lingquan would place a ‘god descending platform’ under his feet and dare to reason with the Eight Lords, even with a hammer.

What Fang Zuoqing entered at this time was the formation to detect his own realm and age. As the formation lit up, countless rays of light merged into it, and all the monks' eyes were focused on Fang Zhuoqing.

Situ Zhenzhen stood in front of him and waited for a moment, then said loudly:

"Twenty-three, the sixth level of the Spiritual Valley."

"oh"

As soon as these words came out, the monks who were watching all showed expressions of wonder.

Everyone present knows how difficult it is to improve one's realm.

The time it takes for a normal monk to reach the sixth level of the Spiritual Valley is a decade; even for a disciple of the Ninth Sect, it takes thirty or forty years.

Fang Zuoqing started practicing at the age of six and reached the sixth level of the Spiritual Valley in seventeen years. His speed was already shocking for ordinary monks. No wonder he became the direct descendant of the inner sect.

Everyone was amazed at Fang Zuiqing's cultivation speed. Only Jiang Yi, who was standing in the crowd and watching nervously, was stunned for a moment. She didn't expect that the other party was so aggressive that he sent such a weakling.

As the test ended, Fang Zuiqing walked out of the formation, looked at Zuo Lingquan, and signaled with his eyes.

The monk's eyes were also focused on Zuo Lingquan.

Zuo Lingquan handed the sword to Situ Zhenzhen and walked up to the formation.

As the stream of light lit up and merged into Zuo Lingquan's body, everyone fell silent.

Li Chongjin tapped his fingers on the back of the chair and waited seriously.

Qiu Fengqing also stood up and stood in front of the window to look at it.

Although Situ Zhenzhen already knew about Zuo Lingquan's realm, he still looked at it carefully for a few times before saying loudly:

"Eighteen years old, sixth level of Linggu."

The whole place fell silent.

The monks nearby frowned, as if they were wondering if they heard correctly.

Fang Zuiqing, who was waiting, looked surprised, quietly took a step back, checked the magic circle, and then paused on the spot, a little unbelievable.

Li Chongjin on the cliff also sat upright:

"He's only eighteen?"

Nangong Tieyue was the referee of this competition. He shook his head and sighed:

"I entered the late stage of Linggu at the age of eighteen, and my talent is amazing...it's a bit of a pity."

Li Chongjin understood why Nangong Tieyue said it was a pity.

Because a normal person starts practicing at the age of six and reaches the sixth level of the Spiritual Valley at the age of seventeen. This kind of talent is enough to be cultivated by the Jiu Sect as a young master.

But Qingkui followed the path of ascetic cultivation, and had accumulated a lot of foundation in the early stage. He was naturally much slower than normal cultivation, and he had to be at least twenty years old before he could reach the spiritual valley.

Zuo Lingquan reached the sixth level of the Spiritual Valley at the age of eighteen. No matter how hard he thought, he could not follow the path of ascetic cultivation. If such talent were to follow the normal path of cultivation, it would indeed be wasted.

Qiu Fengqing, not far away, obviously had similar thoughts:

"Old Lu, did he achieve this level by practicing hard on his own?"

Lao Lu was also a little surprised, shook his head and said: "I guess he got a great opportunity, otherwise he should be around the second level of Linggu by now."

Qiu Fengqing secretly breathed a sigh of relief and sighed:

"Eighteen years old, the second level of Linggu, which is considered average among the direct descendants of the inner sect. I thought he was very powerful."

Lao Lu remained silent regarding these comments.

Although the elders of the Nine Sects had regrets and doubts, Zuo Lingquan's level of the sixth level of Linggu was real.

Even if you follow a normal path, reaching the sixth level of the Spiritual Valley at the age of eighteen is unheard of for ordinary monks.

According to the martial arts custom of "the younger you are, the more talented you are; the older you are, the more demonic your sword skills are", Fang Zuiqing is not incapable of fighting; but there is a clear gap between the two in talent and understanding. In terms of the situation, Fang Zuiqing Very disadvantageous.

In silence, Zuo Lingquan walked out of the formation and looked at Fang Zuiqing, who was in a daze next to him:

"Still fighting?"

Fang Zuoqing was five years older than Zuo Lingquan, but they were in the same situation, so naturally he felt guilty. He turned to look at Li Chongjin on the cliff.

Li Chongjin sent Fang Zuoqing out just to feel Zuo Lingquan's depth, to which he naturally nodded slightly.

Fang Zuoqing didn't say much when he saw this. He turned around and took a standard spiritual weapon long sword from the monks of Tiedong Mansion and entered the sword worship platform.

The magical weapons used by both parties must be of the same level. Zuo Lingquan did not use his own sword. After taking a handy sword, he stepped into the octagonal gate tower...