Chapter 180 Master and Disciple Lineage High-Grade Golden Elixir
Zhou Qing nodded. Zhenyi Sect’s assessment of true disciples is all-round. Disciples competing for true disciples will definitely not be successful if they do not have the support of forces behind them.
If a person from an ordinary background can be promoted to a true disciple, there is basically only one way: after joining the sect, showing extraordinary talent, and then being spotted by a powerful force, accepted as a disciple, and receiving vigorous training and support.
"Master and disciple are of the same lineage."
A branch outside stretched out in front of the pavilion, with fallen leaves, glowing with forest green, reflected in Zhou Qing's eyes, cold and faint.
Immortal cultivation families like the Luochuan Zhou family are bound by blood ties and have continuous inheritance, while Jiang Ming belongs to the master-disciple line. They gather together based on the master-disciple relationship, work together, and help each other.
The master-disciple line has extremely strict requirements for its disciples. It must be extraordinary that Jiang Ming can be pushed out by the forces behind him to compete for the top ten disciples in the sect.
“Let’s take a look.”
Zhou Qing looked at the field and found that Jiang Ming was walking slowly towards the tenth cloud platform. He walked very slowly, but after each step, The aura on the body rose by one point, and all kinds of spiritual orifices were breathing out on the Tao body. Wherever it went, it caused the surrounding qi machines to react like this, forming a sword curtain.
When the skylight shines, the frost-colored textures on it are like the frost blade on the sharpest sword, sharp and unstoppable.
Sensing the sharpness of the sword energy evolved from the "Feng De Tian Sword Sutra", on the tenth cloud platform, the cloud energy was like a rolling curtain, opened by an invisible hand and hung on one side, revealing a face. The young man looks like a crown jade, wearing a crown on his head, sword-shaped eyebrows at the temples, his eyes are pure green, with a strange color. Just sitting quietly, he has the aloof and self-admiring temperament of the moon setting in the mountains.
After he appeared, he saw Jiang Ming approaching slowly. His eyes remained motionless, as calm as lake water, and said: "Jiang Ming, you are very courageous. If you dare to come up, challenge me."< br>
He was calm on the face, but suppressed the anger in his heart.
The top ten disciples on the Yunhai Platform are all the top ten disciples of the True Sect, with high positions and authority, but they are also different when broken down.
Among the top ten disciples, Jing Beixuan, who ranks first, and Qingru, who ranks second, are already Nascent Soul cultivation levels, widening the gap between them and those behind them. For such a character, let alone the average true disciple who has no idea of challenging him, even the top ten disciples behind him are honest when facing him.
Except for the two Nascent Souls Jing Beixuan and Qing Ru, the other eight top ten disciples are all Jindan cultivators. However, if we divide it further, among the eight top ten disciples, there are veteran top ten disciples and new top ten disciples.
Ye Shaoming, who is ranked tenth among the top ten disciples, was promoted in the last competition among the top ten disciples and has the lowest qualifications.
Jiang Ming’s intention was very obvious, he wanted to pinch him, the “soft persimmon” among the top ten disciples.
Although in every competition between the top ten disciples, the newly promoted top ten disciples from the previous term are always challenged, but when it is his turn, Ye Shaoming is still very unhappy.
Jiang Ming walked forward a few more steps, stopped, looked at Ye Shaoming, and said, "Please teach me, Senior Brother Ye."
At this moment, Ye Shaoming said no more. He waved his sleeves, left the cloud platform, and came to the field. His eyes were filled with green light. He looked at Jiang Ming and said, "Let's take action."
"Okay."
Jiang Ming agreed, then shook his body, and the power of Dansha at the top of the door separated into a line, leaping into the air and slashing. When he arrived in front of Ye Shaoming, it had turned into a sword energy that looked at all directions. The forest was shrouded in darkness.
“Duh.”
Seeing this, Ye Shaoming narrowed his eyes. Above the top door, a cloud of blue rose, and he went straight forward to meet the sword energy.
The sword energy was unstoppable, but Biyun didn't look like much, but it was very tough. The sword energy slashed on it, and as soon as it tore a hole, another forest green appeared immediately, filling it up.
Not long after, the sword energy and the blue clouds dispersed at the same time, leaving only the green and white residue on the ground, spinning continuously, exuding murderous intent.
Seeing this scene, both Ye Shaoming and Jiang Ming were shocked, with serious expressions on their faces, and they were wary.
The two of them just struck casually, both intending to test, but Jiang Ming was confident in the sharpness of his sword energy, and Ye Shaoming was confident in the tenacity of his true energy. As a result, the situation in front of him made None of them were satisfied.
The reason for such a result can only be that the opponent is more powerful than he expected.
The "Feng De Tian Sword Sutra" practiced by Jiang Ming is one of the most lethal mystical skills among the five qi and four methods of the Zhenyi Sect. It attacks the strong and defends the weak. He pondered for a moment and immediately launched an offensive.
“Get up.”
Jiang Ming let out a long roar, and the power of Dansha on the top door turned, rose into the air, and then shook it gently, turning into dozens of forests. Bai's sword energy tore through the atmosphere, and he jumped down with an awe-inspiring murderous intent.
These dozens of sword qi, some are fast and some are slow, the fast ones are as fast as thunder, fierce and fierce, while the slow ones spread out behind, showing a fan shape, pointing at Ye Shaoming opposite in the distance, as if they are hunting. The ferocious beast is waiting for an opportunity to move. Once it finds a weak point, it will immediately go down, making it difficult for people to guard against it.
"Feng De Tian Zhan Sword Sutra." Zhou Qing was sitting on the cloud couch in the attic. Above his eyebrows, light fell like a pearl, reflecting Jiang Ming's move in the sea of clouds.
In his eyes, the fast sword light in front is like a charging cavalry, unstoppable, while the slower sword light behind is like two wings cruising, hiding murderous intent.
These dozens of sword energies, arranged and combined together, actually give people the feeling of forming an army.
Different arms types cooperate with each other to exert maximum lethality.
"No wonder Jiang Ming has the heart to become one of the top ten disciples." When Zhou Qing saw this, his eyes sparkled.
Although he is only in the realm of Qi refining, he has a good eye, and he can clearly see the difficulty of Jiang Ming's move. The opponent has refined his sword energy into one, so that he can use his arms and fingers to arrange his troops in such a seamless manner.
It seems simple, but it may be done, but it is really difficult.
"Jiang Ming."
Zhou Qing looked at the other party. He was also curious about sword energy. In the past, he even had the idea of becoming a sword immortal.
It's just that the Taoist body he built, which is divided into three parts of the world, has no advantage in practicing mystical skills like "Fengde Sword Sword Sutra", so he gave up decisively.
Now that I see the changes in the sword energy, I can’t help but feel a little itchy in my heart.
"Jiang Ming's "Feng De Tian Sword Sutra" follows a path of transformation." Mao Xinyi also looked at it, her thin eyebrows raised, a little surprised.
Different true disciples will have their own styles when they practice the "Feng De Tian Sword Sutra" and reach a higher level of practice. However, the vast majority still prefer an unstoppable sharpness, capable of breaking through all means with one sword.
Things like Jiang Ming who are fighting with each other and look extremely varied are in the minority and not common.
"The sword light changes."
Ye Shaoming sensed the sword energy coming to him, and he was not in a hurry. He muttered something in his mouth, and another group of blue clouds rose from the Dingmen Dansha. As soon as the green cloud came out, it became one to two, two to four, four to eight, and in the end, it turned into the same number as the sword energy.
Every blue cloud that goes up takes the initiative to wrap around the sword energy. To be honest, Biyun is not as agile and fast as Sword Qi, but on the one hand, it strikes last, and on the other hand, it does not seek accuracy. Anyway, Biyun is large enough, and as long as it touches the sword Qi, there will be traces of it. The green color winds up like a vine.
Although the sword energy is constantly being cut off, cyan color is constantly flowing out of the blue clouds. As long as it continues, the sword energy can be entangled, greatly affecting its speed.
Jiang Ming took a deep breath and recited the magic formula silently. The sword energy contaminated by the green energy suddenly bloomed with a dazzling light. In just one move, the green energy like vines wrapped around it was scattered. Then it was collected back, and suddenly merged into six paths.
The six sword qi slashed down again, not only faster than before, but above the sword qi, there was an inexplicable mist. Before the green qi could touch it, it was bounced away by the sword qi and could no longer touch the sword qi. .
Obviously, after Jiang Ming closed the sword energy until only six paths remained, the sword energy increased greatly in terms of power and mystery.
“Duh.”
Seeing the six sword energy ghosts appearing and disappearing, Ye Shaoming raised his eyebrows and started to use Xuan Gong. On top of his head, the power of Dansha turned into cyan, clusters, clusters. Cong, whenever the sword light attacks, he can come first and block it.
Anyway, the green color is endless, it can be cut endlessly, and it is not afraid of the sword energy.
Ye Shaoming stood firm. From a distance, his surroundings seemed to be a green circle that was being drawn inward, keeping it impervious to wind and rain. No matter how fast the sword was or how tricky the angle was, , to cope with all changes by remaining unchanged.
Anyway, he is practicing the "Miaoqing Ginseng Combination Skill", which is full of resilience. As long as the golden elixir grade is not much different, if he persists like this, he will gain the upper hand sooner or later.
So Ye Shaoming looks unhurried, calm and composed. Under the green light, his whole person has an indescribable leisurely feeling.
Jiang Ming also knew his plan, but he did not panic. He still controlled the six sword energies and continuously struck down in the air. In each collision, he used the sword energy to sense the defensive strength of the opponent's green circle. .
He seemed serious and patient.
After all, among the true disciples, Jiang Ming is one who has extremely rich experience in fighting, surpassing many others.
"This is the battle between the top ten disciples in the sect."
Zhou Qing looked at it thoughtfully.
Although Jiang Ming and Ye Shaoming are two people, one is attacking and the other is defending. It seems that they have not opened up the situation and even feel boring, but in fact, the two people are fighting wits and courage, which is exciting.
The two people's timing of attack and defense, the use of their respective Taoist skills, and their responses in the electric light and flint are all ingenious.
That is to say, both of them are geniuses of Xuanmen like Zhen Yizong, which is why they seem to be evenly matched. If they were put outside and faced with the alchemy monks from the Upper Zhongxuan Sect, Lower Xuanmen or casual cultivators, they would probably be swept away by the autumn wind sweeping away the fallen leaves.
Zhou Qing was thinking, his eyes getting brighter and brighter as he looked.
Jiang Ming and Ye Shaoming, one practices the "Feng De Tian Sword Sutra" and the other practices the "Miao Qing Shen He Gong", both of which are one of the five qi and four methods of the Zhenzong Xuan Gong of the Zhenyi Sect. , and they are all successful in cultivation and have profound attainments.
In the current situation, they seem to be evenly matched. One is defending firmly and is impervious to wind and rain, while the other is attacking freely and freely, coming and going.
But in a battle between powerful people like them, once one person shows a slight flaw, the other person will definitely catch it immediately, and then launch a thunderous offensive to take the initiative.
The strength of the two seems to be about the same. Once one person has the upper hand, they may be able to suppress them and win.
"How long will the fight last?"
Mao Xinyi looked at it for a while. She looked up at the sky and counted the time. Two hours had passed since the two people fought in Yunhai.
She is not a new true disciple like Zhou Qing. Although she has not participated in a sect competition among the top ten disciples so far, she has interacted with her and watched two or three competitions. , so she didn't need to pay full attention, she could just say a few words when she took the time.
Zhou Xuan also cast his eyes on the field and did not speak for the time being.
In terms of the staying power of the golden elixir monks in the same realm of fighting skills, it is not only related to the exercises he practices and the secret techniques he masters, but more importantly, the grade of the golden elixir condensed.
The higher the grade of the golden elixir, the stronger the elixir's power, and the longer it will last, and vice versa.
Zhou Xuan didn't know the levels of Jiang Ming and Ye Shaoming's elixir, but he was sure that they were not first-grade or second-grade golden elixirs.
Even in the Zhenyi Sect, it takes at least once in a thousand years to condense a first-grade golden elixir. Second-grade golden elixirs are also very rare, with only one occurring every three to four hundred years. In the True First Sect, those who can condense a first-grade golden elixir or a second-grade golden elixir usually make a big splash and are very glorious.
For example, Jing Beixuan, who currently ranks first among the top ten disciples, is a second-grade golden elixir. When he achieved it, the forces behind him held a celebration for the second-grade elixir.
First-grade golden elixir or second-grade golden elixir are really rare, and their future achievements will be very high. Anyway, the real people in the sect who can reach the level of immortality are basically high-grade golden elixirs, and most of them are second-grade. There are some people who can achieve immortality with the fourth-grade golden elixir. Looking at the tens of thousands of years since the founding of the Zhenyi sect, there are only a few who can achieve it with the top-grade golden elixir or below.
"Jiang Ming."
At this moment, Zhou Xuan's eyes moved. Even though he was far away, he could sense that Jiang Ming's Qi in the field had obvious fluctuations. This was Dansha. Isn’t the power enough?
After all, "Fengde Tianzhan Sword Sutra", one of the five qi and four methods of the Zhenyi sect, consumes the most mana.
At the very least, operating the "Feng De Tian Sword Sutra" consumes more Dansha power than operating the "Miao Qing Ginseng He Gong".
Compared to Zhou Xuan, Zhou Qing's reaction was slower, but at this time, he also saw that Jiang Ming's Qi was no longer so stable compared to the beginning.
Thinking about the time, it is very rare for Jiang Ming to persist for such a long time.
"I'm afraid I have to charge up a blow."
Zhou Qing made a judgment. In the previous two hours of fighting, Jiang Ming did not find any flaw in Ye Shaoming, so the fight ended like this , although the outcome is still tied, it has fallen into a disadvantage.
The only thing that can turn defeat into victory now is that Jiang Ming charges up a blow to break Ye Shaoming's defense and turn defeat into victory.
With this judgment, Zhou Qing stared down, without blinking, waiting for the best part.
But waiting and waiting, with such concentration, time seemed to pass slowly. Zhou Qing felt tired, but there was still no movement.
Could it be that I made a wrong judgment?
Zhou Qing was just about to take a breath and relax, when suddenly, a sword light lit up on the sea of clouds below.
(End of this chapter)