Chapter 125 Qingzhou Wuxian
"Sister, what's wrong with you?"
A cute female nun with a round face was surprised.
Liu Xingyu shook his head and said: "No... nothing, I just suddenly lost my mind."
"Oh?"
Another Xingyue Pavilion female cultivator said with a smile: "What else can make our senior sister distracted? Could it be that she has taken a fancy to a certain young handsome man in Qingzhou City?"
"Damn girl, don't talk nonsense!"
Liu Xingyu laughed angrily, but at this moment he saw Ning Daoran hugging Bai Lu's neck and playing around.
Suddenly, Liu Xingyu fell into deep thought.
This person looks ordinary, and he also carries a foundation-building spirit beast. He doesn't seem to be the type he thinks he is.
But why is his back so familiar?
Faintly, her heart was even a little fluttering.
"Hey, I'm a fellow Taoist from Xingyue Pavilion."
Zhao Lichen coughed and asked everyone to go over and say hello.
Everyone knew each other by name.
‘Nima, why is it her? ’
Ning Daoran's heart was pounding.
‘It turns out his name is Ning Daoran...’
Liu Xingyu stared at Ning Daoran for a long time with her beautiful eyes, and firmly remembered the name.
She had already planned to find a way to find out the details of this person when she returned.
Who are they, how old are they, whether they are married...
'ah? Wait...’
Her face suddenly turned red. Why did she suddenly think about marriage?
"This is Senior Sister Liu."
Han Bing's expression was not right. She frowned and said, "Why do you keep staring at my senior brother Ning? Is there something wrong with my senior brother's face?"
"No...no..."
Liu Xingyu said in a panic: "Junior Sister Han, don't get me wrong, I was just distracted by the lanterns in the distance."
"That's it."
Zhao Lichen said with a smile: "Junior sister Liu Xingyu, I think you and I were still in the early stage of Qi refining when we met. I didn't expect that decades later, you and I would have already established the foundation, and I didn't expect that you would already be the master of Zixia Peak in Xingyue Pavilion. Senior sister.”
"Yeah."
Liu Xingyu smiled and exchanged greetings.
Ning Daoran was not interested in listening, so he continued to look at the lights with Han Bing and Bai Lu.
Lin Sheng and Lin Zhuojun used sound transmission to chat about their experiences in the True Yang Furnace Technique along the way.
It was rare for the two of them to travel together, and they were unwilling to miss this opportunity to improve their cultivation.
Zhao Lichen was eloquent and kept reminiscing about the past.
Liu Xingyu was too embarrassed to interrupt, so he had to look secretly in Ning Daoran's direction with his peripheral vision.
……
The next day, there was a competition in Qingzhou.
It was a grand gathering of immortal cultivators, and ordinary people also joined in the fun.
The stalls full of melon and fruit snacks outside were very lively.
In the inner city, a huge competition ground lies in front of the city lord's palace, and people from each major sect have their own seats.
Everyone from the Chaos Sect arrived early and sat in the southeastern row under the leadership of Gong Yangyan.
Soon after, all major sects entered the venue one after another.
However, just when a group of monks in green clothes entered the competition arena, Gong Yangyan's expression suddenly changed.
It turned out to be someone from Jiuyun Sect.
Although Jiuyun Sect has intervened in the Qingzhou Immortal Cultivation World, they still belong to Kuizhou.
The Jiuyun Sect sent people to participate in the Qingzhou Competition, and its intention can be imagined.
"Could that late-stage foundation-building disciple be Zong Tianxing, the true disciple of Jiuyun Sect?" Someone suddenly said.
"Zong Tianxing is the number one true disciple of Jiuyun Sect. They sent Zong Tianxing here... just for that Luochen Pill?"
An elder of Xingyue Pavilion showed an angry look.
Gong Yangyan's eyes began to become cold.
Originally, Chaos Sect had a great chance of winning this time.
A battle between good and evil caused Qingzhou's two top sects, the Burning Sea Sect and the Soul Eater Sect, to collapse. As a first-class sect, the Chaos Sect should be the only sect qualified to pick peaches.
But who would have thought that Jiuyun Sect would send core disciples such as Ru Zong Tianxing to participate in the Qingzhou Competition without any regard for face.
It’s for that Dust-falling Pill!
This dust-falling pill was jointly purchased by the top ten immortal sects and the imperial court, making it extremely rare and expensive.
Now Jiuyun Sect's move is tantamount to seizing the top resources that originally belonged to Qingzhou.
"Master."
Meng Xiao's eyes were cold: "Don't worry, even if Zong Tianxing comes, this leader may not be theirs."
"In short, you must be more careful."
Gong Yangyan's eyes were cold and worried.
Jiuyun Sect is the first sect that has been entrenched in Kuizhou for many years, and its accumulated foundation is so profound.
They sent one late-stage Foundation Establishment disciple and three mid-stage Foundation Establishment disciples to participate in the Qingzhou Competition, seemingly determined to win the Falling Dust Pill.
The faces of Lin Sheng, Lin Zhuojun, Zhao Lichen and others also became extremely ugly.
Everyone understood the stakes involved, and they never thought that Jiuyun Sect would do such a wonderful job.
Ning Daoran crossed his arms.
His eyes glanced at the people on the main seat in the distant stand. One was an elder of Jiuyun Sect, and the other was Chen Yue, the Qingzhou Martial Immortal whom he had met once.
Obviously, the reason why Jiuyun Sect can send people to participate in the Qingzhou Competition is inseparable from this Qingzhou Martial Immortal.
There may be inextricably linked interests between the two.
Of course, these are beyond the control of a small Chaos Sect foundation-building monk.
……
Soon, the competition will begin.
The match list was extremely unfavorable to the Chaos Sect, and most of the people faced off against the Jiuyun Sect.
Even Meng Xiao, who had high hopes, met Zong Tianxing in the second game.
In the middle stage of foundation building versus the late stage of foundation building, the odds of winning are slim!
In the first game, Lin Sheng faced off against a mid-stage Foundation Builder from Jiuyun Sect.
After only three rounds, the opponent sacrificed a second-level top-grade spiritual weapon, the magic sword, and the sword energy wreaked havoc.
‘Lin Sheng, surrender immediately. ’
On the stage, Gong Yangyan transmitted the message.
If the fight continues, Lin Sheng may die, and murderous intent is already pouring out of the opponent's eyes.
In the end, Lin Sheng still tried three more moves, but he was at a disadvantage, his shoulder was injured, and his arms and clothes were all red.
In the second game, Meng Xiao versus Zong Tianxing. In the competition field, various magic weapons and spiritual weapons were flying around. Both of them were the first true disciples of their respective sects, so they naturally wanted to perform well in this Qingzhou competition.
As a result, although Meng Xiao was proficient in the technique and did not lose to his opponent in terms of quality and quantity of spiritual weapons, he was still a little behind.
After more than ten rounds, Zong Tianxing used an ancient cauldron and smashed Meng Xiao until he vomited blood.
“It’s actually a magic weapon!”
An elder of Xingyue Pavilion was shocked and said: "Jiuyun Sect is really willing to give up, even giving the third-level magic weapon to this true successor!"
"Xiao'er, surrender immediately!"
Gong Yangyan scolded and refused to comment.
You can lose the Qingzhou Competition, but Meng Xiao cannot die. He is the hope of the Chaos Sect's future.
……
Everyone's mood gradually became depressed.
This Qingzhou competition seemed to have turned into a performance for Jiuyun Sect.
Later, Lin Zhuojun and Zhao Lichen also lost.
Fortunately, Han Bing faced a junior fellow from the Steel Gate Sect and defeated him after a dozen moves, saving some face.
In the last match, Ning Daoran faced off against an early-stage foundation-building monk from Jiuyun Sect.
"Junior Brother Ning."
Lin Sheng frowned and said: "You are not good at fighting. If you fall behind after a while, you will admit defeat. Don't show off."
"Know."
Ning Daoran floated down, wearing the second-level Xuanyan armor and holding the Autumn Water Sword in his hand.
"Tsk, tsk, wearing the second-level top-grade spiritual weapon inner armor..."
The other party was a lean monk who sneered: "Junior brother, I heard that you have a third-level spiritual transplant. The Chaos Sect is really not among the best. They even sent out third-level spiritual transplants. There really is no one." ”
Ning Daoran said nothing and took action directly.
He did not directly use the spiritual weapon to attack, but took out a stack of talismans from his arms.
"talisman?"
The lean monk shuddered slightly: "How dare you use a mere first-order talisman to make people laugh?"
Ning Daoran started throwing talismans.
Throw it away and get up to ten!
‘Fuck! ’
The lean monk was shocked, could he still play like this?
In the blink of an eye, the stage was filled with talismans flying everywhere. A large number of first-order talismans chased each other and beat them fiercely, without giving them a chance to fight back.
"This..."
In the stands, a Jindan elder from Jiuyun Sect and Qingzhou City Martial Immortal Chen Yue both frowned. Are they going to kill each other with spirit stones?
……
Soon after, the lean monk's face became increasingly pale.
Although he also offered a defensive spiritual weapon, there were so many talismans that could not withstand the opponent!
Throwing more than a hundred first-level talismans in one breath, who can withstand this?
In the end, he jumped out of the competition arena with an angry face: "I lost, my junior brother has so much money!"
For a moment, the disciples and elders of Jiuyun Sect all had sneers on their faces.
What kind of skill does a third-level spiritual farmer elder from the Chaos Sect have to win by throwing talismans?
……
The first day of competition is over.
The Chaos Sect was close to being wiped out, and only two fire types, Ning Daoran and Han Bing, remained.
However, it is basically impossible for Ning Daoran and Han Bing to fight for the Falling Dust Pill.
That night, Martial Immortal Chen Yue held a banquet in the city lord's mansion to entertain the elders of various sects.
Unexpectedly, the banquet was extremely unhappy and everyone was at war with each other.
During the verbal exchange, Gongyang Yan was furious and threw the wine glass heavily.
He yelled at Chen Yue. If you, Chen Wuxian, hadn't nodded in private, how could this disciple of Kuizhou Jiuyun Sect be able to participate in my grand competition in Qingzhou?
He even had a conflict with the Jindan monk named Yunyan Taoist from Jiuyun Sect, and almost got into a fight.
Fortunately, there were elders from Xingyue Pavilion, Steel Sect, Ziyun Sect and other sects to intervene, otherwise the banquet would have turned into a battle of golden elixirs.
Gong Yangyan has a strong nature, how can he bear such grievances.
Late at night, Gong Yangyan returned to the posthouse angrily.
……
The moonlight is bright and clear, turning into thousands of rays of light falling on the city.
Posthouse.
Beside the window sill, Ning Daoran sat with his eyes closed, exuding a touch of Evergreen Jue magic power.
On his waist, a sepak takraw ball swayed.
Among the sepak takraw balls, another Ning Daoran was sitting on the ground in front of the wooden house, holding a handbook and still studying the secrets of the inheritance of Bai Yu's sound array.
"Huh?"
Suddenly, he slowly raised his head.
There is a dense forest behind the post house. Several double-eyed spiders he placed in the dense forest seemed to sense the passing wind, and someone quickly approached the post house from the forest.
Immediately afterwards, an extremely strong blood energy exploded in the post house!
"Whoosh!"
A ray of silver-white sword light tens of feet long burst out, instantly splitting the rear wall into two sections, and then there was a strong golden elixir aura surging in the post house!
"Not good!"
Ning Daoran's heart sank, someone assassinated Gong Yangyan!
Almost without thinking, he flew out of the Lingpu Cave in an instant, put on a black shirt, and disguised himself as a skinny young man, holding a green dragon gun in his hand and wearing a bamboo hat on his head, and fled directly to the ground.
At the same time, the first-class paper man clone flew past and went straight to the great elder's residence.
"Nephew Ning Xian, be careful!"
The post house was in chaos. The elder was holding his chest, which was a bright red. Several spiritual weapons were whirling around him, and he frowned and said: "This man is a martial artist in the Dan Bao Realm, so he should not be underestimated!"
The paper man quickly offered up two spiritual weapons and stood guard.
"Hmph!"
In the darkness, the warrior held a blood-stained long knife with cold eyes.
He seemed to realize that he failed to kill the enemy with one blow and had lost his best chance. He turned over and turned into an afterimage that swept into the forest and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.
Under the starlight, the man galloped for dozens of miles and entered a barren mountain.
He angrily tore off his mask, and the skin and muscles on his face continued to deform, turning into another face. It turned out to be the Qingzhou Martial Immortal Chen Yue!
"What a Gong Yang Yan, you actually have a magic weapon grade inner armor to protect you. I wish you good luck today!"
Chen Yue's eyes were cold and she felt extremely regretful.
Just now, we were just a little bit close to being able to chop off Gong Yangyan's head with one knife!
"Shasha..."
But at this moment, a figure slowly walked out of the forest holding a spear. The man was thin, wearing a bamboo hat and an ink shirt.
(End of chapter)