Chapter 143 Competition, the Tree of Spiritual Eyes!
With this in mind, Yan Yun quickly moved to put the materials for binding the mandrill into the storage bag one by one.
After doing all this, Yan Yun waved his sleeves and put Yinyue into the storage bag.
Then Yu Ruyi shook slightly, and the soil in front of him quickly separated.
It turned into a stream of blue-purple light and disappeared.
Half an hour later.
"Junior Brother Yan, have you found the Snow Cloud Fox?"
Kui Huan looked happy when he saw Yan Yun's return.
"Hey!"
Yan Yun shook his head and couldn't help but sigh: "That Snow Cloud Fox is too fast. Even though I tried my best, I couldn't catch up."
Listening to Yan Yun's words, a trace of disappointment flashed in Kui Huan's eyes, and his eyes couldn't help but fall on the fifty-year-old Huang Jing not far away.
Now that Xueyun Fox has not been caught, he even borrowed Huang Jing, and really returned empty-handed.
Yan Yun smiled slightly, glanced at Kui Huan, and then said: "Since this Huang Jing has not been used yet, I can just take it back."
"That's so embarrassing."
Kui Huan looked embarrassed, but he did not stop moving his hands and quickly stuffed the Huang Jing into Yan Yun's hands.
Yan Yun glanced at Huang Jing, nodded slightly, and took it into the storage bag.
"It's getting late, let's go back early."
Yan Yun looked at the darkening sky, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said.
Everyone gained nothing, so naturally they had no intention of staying. They each took out their flying magic weapons and flew towards the Luoyun Sect.
late at night.
Yan Yun returned to the medicine garden, waved his sleeves, and the silver moon flew out of the spirit beast bag in an instant.
As soon as Yin Yue landed, she looked at the medicine garden in front of her, and with a sway, she rushed directly into it.
Looking at the medicine garden in front of him, Yan Yun stretched and said calmly: "You can practice well next."
Time passed, and half a year passed in the blink of an eye.
[End of January practice! 】
[Practice the Ten-Day Mingwang Jue, proficiency +1%]
[Practice nine yins to absorb the soul into the body for ten days, proficiency +1%]
[Practice the God-forging Technique for ten days, proficiency +1%]
Listening to the system prompts in his ears, Yan Yun slowly opened his eyes and took a deep breath.
"Brother Yan, have you left seclusion?"
Man'er, dressed in a red dress, kept jumping around in the medicine garden.
Seeing Yan Yun's appearance, he let out a sound of surprise.
"Brother Yan, look at my ice stab technique."
As Man'er finished speaking, he could see his jade fingers pinching slightly, and strands of cold mist instantly condensed in front of him.
Bone-piercing ice edges condensed in front of him.
The ice edge was extremely fast and turned into phantoms, landing on the jungle not far away.
"Wow."
As harsh sounds were heard, the dead wood was broken.
"Pah! Pah!"
Yan Yun lay on the wooden chair, clapped his hands gently, and said with a smile: "As expected of the ice spirit root, the power of this ice stabbing technique is comparable to that of a third-level Qi training monk."
In more than half a year, Man'er's cultivation speed has been very fast, and he has reached the second level of Qi training.
Mu Peiling was quite considerate of Man'er and taught Xuan Bing Jue carefully, but the pill spirit stone did not wrong Man'er.
Five months ago, Yan Yun also met Mu Peiling's master.
He was a monk in the middle stage of pill formation. He originally wanted Yan Yun to become a disciple for cultivation, but Yan Yun was enjoying his leisure time in the medicine garden, so why would he want to become a disciple of a foundation-building monk?
Simply let Yin Yue cast an illusion spell to enchant him.
This allowed Yan Yun to stay safely in the medicine garden.
"Whoops!"
At the same time, a sound broke through the air from outside the medicine garden, followed by a familiar call: "Barbarian!"
"Mu Peiling?"
Yan Yun narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Man'er in front of him, and said calmly: "Get ready to go back."
As he spoke, Yan Yun pinched the magic formula with one hand and instantly landed on the formation guarding the medicine garden.
"Boom"
As a roar sounded, a white figure was seen floating in the air.
Mu Peiling stepped on the red ribbon magic weapon and landed in the medicine garden.
His eyes swept across the medicine garden, looking at the herbs full of spiritual power, and nodded slightly: "I have to say, you still have the talent for cultivating spiritual medicine."
Listening to Mu Peiling's praise, Yan Yun raised his lips slightly. There was Nine-Tune Spiritual Ginseng here, which had abundant spiritual power.
The elixirs here are naturally extremely luxuriant.
"Just go with me!"
Mu Peiling looked Yan Yun up and down and said, "You have good cultivation, so you can participate in this sword trial competition."
"Yes, Uncle Master!"
Yan Yun was very humble and jumped lightly, landing behind Mu Peiling.
The so-called sword trial meeting is actually a grand meeting specially prepared for new disciples by the three sects of Yunmeng Mountain.
Basically, no matter what their status, only new disciples under the age of thirty are allowed to participate.
Among them, the first place winner can get the extremely precious Soul-fixing Pill. You must know that this pill is a precious treasure that helps Yuanying monks break through.
Secondly, the top ten will all get a chance to clean their pupils.
The legendary Ming and Qing spiritual water can be prepared with the first drop of alcohol flowing out of the Spiritual Eye Tree and other precious materials.
If you wipe your eyes with this water, although it will not increase your cultivation level, it can make your eyes see through fog and stone from now on.
Has some unimaginable magical powers.
Of course, for Yan Yun in the Nascent Soul stage, the effect of his spiritual water would not be too high.
But if it is used for a long time, it is very possible for the spiritual eyes to develop some magical powers.
Of course, the most important thing is to be among the top ten and be able to enter the place where the Spiritual Eye Tree grows.
Capture the Tree of Spiritual Eyes.
"Are you having any trouble with your recent practice?"
While controlling the silk-like magic weapon, Mu Peiling glanced at Yan Yun with surprise on her face: "As a Lei Linggen, it stands to reason that the master should arrange a master for you."
"I don't know why I just put you in the medicine garden."
Yan Yun cupped his hands, and then smiled and said: "Thank you for your concern, Uncle Master. I am practicing in the medicine garden, and my speed has not slowed down. In fact, it has become faster."
In order to face the upcoming sword test competition, Yan Yun's cultivation level was upgraded to the twelfth level of Qi training.
This cultivation level is just right.
"That's fine."
Mu Peiling nodded, waved her sleeves, and the red silk scarf flying magic weapon under her feet was instantly entangled in a vermilion stream of light and sped away into the distance.
The scarlet scarf magic weapon is not big, but it can hold enough for three people.
It's a bit crowded.
Yan Yun stood behind Mu Peiling, and a faint fragrance kept pouring out of his body, refreshing her heart and mind.
After half a cup of tea, Mu Peiling led the two of them to Tianquan Peak.
Just when the three of them were approaching Tianquan Peak.
Yan Yun's expression suddenly changed slightly, and he squinted his eyes towards the sky.
Then he saw a green shadow falling from the sky at an extremely fast speed, stopping in front of Mu Peiling in the blink of an eye.
"Junior sister, I have not seen you for a long time. I wonder what junior sister has been busy with recently? I have sent countless transmission notes to you. Why don't you reply to one of them?"
The light faded, revealing a monk with pointed ears and monkey cheeks. This person was none other than the monk named Yan who coveted Peiling.
When Mu Peiling saw this person, her expression changed slightly, but then she said with a serious expression:
"My surname is Yan, I am returning to the mountain gathering place on the orders of the peak master. Do you dare to stop me?"
Hearing this, the monk surnamed Yan was not angry, but smiled:
"Hehe, Junior Sister Mu said something serious. How dare I do this? I just wanted to ask Junior Sister if she has received a letter from your father."
"Look, the elders of our two families have already approved our marriage. Should we discuss how to live together?"
At the same time, his greedy eyes couldn't help but look at Mu Peiling's plump body and charming face.
And when he saw Yan Yun, who was very close to Mu Peiling, he couldn't help but be slightly startled, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.
Feeling the gaze of monk surnamed Yan, Mu Peiling reacted immediately, a trace of disgust flashed in her eyes, her face was covered with frost, and she said in a cold voice:
"What are you thinking about? This is just my junior and has nothing to do with our affairs. As for the clan's promise to you, I cannot object."
Hearing this, the monk surnamed Yan showed a smile on his face.
But the smile on his face did not last long before Mu Peiling suddenly changed his words:
"When will your cultivation level be the same as mine, will I consider dual cultivation? Otherwise, you will never touch a finger of mine in this life."
The monk surnamed Yan's face turned red and white after hearing the cold and beautiful woman's words.
It is true that the qualifications of the monk surnamed Yan are too poor, and his practice so far is only in the early stage of foundation building, while Mu Peiling has already broken through to the middle stage of foundation building.
Judging from the normal speed of cultivation, it would be difficult for him to catch up with Mu Peiling in his lifetime.
And just when he was about to say something, Mu Peiling no longer paid attention, and spiritual power continued to pour into the magic weapon.
A dazzling red light emitted from it, turned into a red light, and flew over the head of the monk surnamed Yan.
Yan Yun raised his eyebrows slightly and couldn't help but look sideways.
I saw the monk surnamed Yan standing there unwillingly, with resentment on his face.
"Wait until you get the Spiritual Eye Tree, then deal with this person."
A chill flashed through Yan Yun's eyes, and his heart moved slightly. The monk named Yan looked at him like a corpse.
After half a cup of tea, the red silk scarf magic weapon escaped directly into a platform in the shining place.
There is a large palace built on the platform against the mountain. It is antique and has a huge silver plaque on it with the three characters "Heart Washing Palace" written on it.
At this moment, a huge black wooden door in the main hall is closed tightly. This is where the disciples of Tianquan Peak gather to discuss matters.
Outside the Xixin Hall, there were already densely packed crowds of male and female disciples, as many as five or six hundred people.
These people were in groups, whispering to each other, or discussing something in a low voice.
However, these people were only Qi Refining Stage disciples, and no Foundation Establishment Stage monks were seen among them.
But this is normal, after all, only monks in the Qi training stage will participate in the sword trial conference.
There is no way for monks in the foundation building stage to join in the fun.
Mu Peiling circled and landed in front of the palace door.
Immediately, all the monks nearby saluted him respectfully and said hello.
At this moment, the palace door slowly opened, and then an extremely majestic voice came out, which made people awe-inspiring.
"Disciples of Tianquan Peak, please all enter the palace."
This faint male voice was the peak master of Tianquan Peak.
After hearing this, the disciples outside the door immediately bent down and said respectfully:
"I will obey my master's order!" Then everyone stepped into the hall in twos and twos.
Yan Yun randomly chose a corner, leaned half on the copper pillar, and looked around.
The area inside this hall is extremely wide, with a width of three to four hundred feet.
In addition to dozens of tall columns, there are only two chairs placed on one side in the front and middle position.
The rest of the place was empty, and the pillars were inlaid with pieces of moonstone polished into prismatic shapes, emitting a faint soft white light.
Two monks were already sitting on the two chairs, one was a man in white with an elegant face, and the other was an old man in gray with messy hair and a somewhat ferocious face.
Slightly in front of the two chairs, there are more than ten monks in the foundation-building stage standing side by side, standing in two rows.
Mu Peiling and the monks named Qiu and Miao were all standing there.
Yan Yun glanced at the white-haired gray-robed elder. He was the deputy peak master of Tianquan Peak, and his cultivation level was only at the early stage of pill formation.
At the same time, the peak master in the middle stage of pill formation stood up and slowly said:
"I summoned everyone here, and some disciples must have guessed it."
"This sword trial conference will be held in a few months. We and the disciples from the Ancient Sword Sect who are participating in the competition will go to Yunmeng West Meridian to participate in the conference."
"In this sword trial competition, only thirty people from each of the three sects can participate in the competition, and the top ten will be given heavy prizes in the end. Therefore, our Luoyun Sect has to make an internal selection first, and then we can decide on the candidates to participate in the competition."< br>
Hearing this, Yan Yun nodded slightly.
After all, only the top ten will be rewarded. This spot is very precious, so naturally it will take a lot of trials to select the right person.
After listening to the Peak Master's words, the Qi Practitioners below all whispered to each other.
The peak master paused for a moment, then continued:
"Of course, there are six places among them. Each of our six peak masters designates one person who can participate directly without competing."
"The remaining twenty-four places will be competed by qualified disciples from each peak. Then the winning disciple will be personally evaluated by the elders in the sect using the remaining time."
"Now I will give you some time to think about it. Any disciple who thinks he is qualified and is willing to participate in the competition can come forward on his own. I have something else to explain."
Upon hearing this, Mu Peiling quickly stood up.
With a wave of his sleeves, he took out a bronze tripod from his storage bag and placed it in the center of the hall.
Then a stick of sandalwood was inserted on it, and the fire flashed.
A wisp of green smoke curled into the sky.
Looking at the green smoke, the disciples in the hall were all crowded, each with their own thoughts.
When the green smoke was halfway lit, I saw disciples coming forward in twos and threes.
At a glance, there were more than thirty people.
Seeing this, Yan Yun no longer hesitated and walked forward slowly.
With a "pop" sound, the sandalwood in the bronze tripod burned out.
The master of Tianquan Peak slowly opened his eyes.
"Those who do not meet the conditions and those who are unwilling to participate in the competition can withdraw from the Heart Washing Hall."
"I obey, Master."
Most of the disciples bowed and slowly exited the hall.
After a stick of incense
Apart from the foundation-building monks, there were only forty Qi-training disciples including Yan Yun in the hall.
The leader of Tianquan Peak looked at everyone and nodded with satisfaction:
"Now, Uncle Mu will tell you what you need to pay attention to in the competition."
After saying this, his figure flickered and disappeared instantly.
Another deputy peak master in gray followed closely behind and disappeared.
"Since the Peak Master has handed over this matter to Mu, I hope that all the apprentices and nephews will listen carefully. After all, this competition is a competition between the same sects, and there are some taboos that must be avoided."
Mu Peiling, who was wearing a white dress, slowly walked forward, glanced at everyone, and slowly explained:
"First of all, dangerous skills and magical weapons that can cause death are not allowed to be used in competitions..."
After half a stick of incense was burned, as Mu Peiling finished speaking about the precautions, the disciples left the hall one by one.
Looking at the people leaving, Yan Yun raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and then summoned a silver sword.
Disappeared in place.
Yan Yun's cultivation level is too high, and the spells he can cast far exceed those of these Qi-training monks.
"What should I do to avoid being killed in one blow?"
Yan Yun scratched his chin and murmured in his heart: "I happen to have a lot of talismans in my hand. When the time comes to compete, just activate the talismans to respond to the enemy."
In the following days, Yan Yun focused all his energy on the Ming Wang Jue skills.
Before I knew it, more than half a month later.
The internal competition begins.
The venue for the sword test competition was held in a large open space under Tianquan Peak.
Three magic formations with a width of more than a hundred feet were set up there, and a huge semicircular light shield was raised for the disciples to fight in it to prevent accidentally injuring the spectators.
The referees are three high-level monks in the late stage of foundation building, in case the contestants suddenly lose control and cause death.
From Yi Yanyun's point of view, the mere three monks in the late stage of foundation building were a bit unsatisfactory.
If someone takes out a powerful treasure like Tianleizi, from such a long distance, the late-stage foundation-building monks will not be able to stop it.
Altogether, there are four to five hundred disciples from the Six Peaks participating in the competition, and among these disciples, twenty-four will be selected in the end.
The competition is fierce.
It was already noon on the second day of the competition, and the competition during the Qi training period was really boring.
Yan Yun was a little drowsy when a soft cry came from the distance.
"The next scene, Yan Yun from Tianquan Peak, inquires about Huoyun Peak!"
The skinny monk spoke expressionlessly over the light barrier. Although his voice was not loud, it was clearly heard by the nearby monks.
"Finally it's my turn!"
A smile appeared on Yan Yun's lips and he slowly stepped into the formation.
On the opposite side of Yan Yun, there was a handsome young man in white clothes.
As soon as this talent entered the scene, he immediately caused a commotion among the many monks watching nearby.
"Do you think your brother can win?"
In the stands dozens of feet away, Mu Peiling looked at Man'er beside her and asked.
Hearing this, Man'er frowned slightly and said without thinking: "Then we will definitely win."
"Are you so confident in your brother?"
Mu Peiling's eyes moved slightly, looked at Man'er and chuckled: "Then Xun Tong has the Tianyang Fire Vein, and his qualifications alone are stronger than Lei Linggen."
"No matter who it is, it's not as powerful as him."
Man'er's eyes moved slightly and he suddenly spoke.
Mu Peiling was stunned when she heard this. She didn't expect Man'er to be so confident in Yan Yun.
"This is Junior Brother Xun who has only been in the school for a few years."
"I heard that this junior brother has the Tianyang Fire Vein, I don't know if it is true or not"
"Isn't the Xun family a well-known immortal cultivating family in our Xi country? I'm afraid they have a lot of powerful magic weapons."
"Who is the junior brother named Yan? It seems that I have never seen him before. Could it be that he only got started in recent years?"
"This guy named Yan Yun is in trouble. He unexpectedly meets such an opponent."
Before the fight started, a series of comments, even though they were restricted by the restriction light mask, still clearly fell into Yan Yun's ears.
"Tianyang Fire Veins?"
Listening to the conversation around him, Yan Yun raised his eyebrows slightly, but looked at Xun Tong with interest.
In addition to being handsome and tall, Xun Tong also has a good level of cultivation, around the twelfth level of the Qi Refining Stage.
Contempt flashed in his eyes, but on the surface he still saluted Yan Yun.
Seeing this, Yan Yun raised the corner of his mouth, sneered inwardly, and then casually cupped his hands at him.
Seeing this, the young man in white had a faint look of anger on his face.
At this time, the skinny monk on the head said lightly:
"The competition begins!"
Upon hearing this, a stern look emerged on the face of the young man in white, and he immediately made a hand seal. His whole body suddenly flashed with fire, and a layer of hot and crystal light appeared on his body.
Then he raised his hand and spread his fingers.
A red ball floated in his hand. It was only the size of an egg, but it emitted a dazzling spiritual light.
Quite magical.
Seeing the qi-training monks using such methods made Yan Yun feel very bored, like a child playing with stones, very childish.
But at this moment, there were screams of surprise outside the venue.
Yan Yun looked at this set, a vaguely familiar fighting method, and couldn't help but feel speechless.
At this time, there were a lot of exclamations from outside the field.
"Look, Junior Brother Xun is worthy of the Tianyang Fire Vein. He doesn't even need a talisman. He can instantly release a fire attribute shield."
"What does this mean? The bead in his hand seems to be the famous Fire Wave Bead of the Xun family. Now the boy opposite is definitely defeated."
"Maybe the winner will be determined in the blink of an eye!"
Listening to the exclamations from the distance, Yan Yun's expression remained unchanged, and then he lightly patted the storage bag on his waist.
He directly took out a stack of more than forty elementary and high-level talismans.
Then he glanced at Xuntong in the distance, and without any politeness, he directly pinched his hands.
In an instant, thirty or forty dark purple thunder balls flew out from the talisman, turned into streaks of thunder, and fell instantly.
"Boom!"
As a series of ear-piercing roars sounded, Xuntong was instantly surrounded by lightning.
Under the lightning, it was impossible to see anything.
"Ah!"
Many surprised voices sounded outside the stadium at the same time.
At this time, the young man in white had a ball of fire floating in his hand.
Flames have begun to emerge, and you can start driving to attack the enemy immediately.
When he was overjoyed, he suddenly heard the exclamations outside the field. He couldn't help but look up strangely. What he saw was an astonishing sight of dozens of thunderballs hitting the shield at the same time.
The crystal shield on the body's surface only supported for a few seconds, and then fell apart, leaving no resistance.
After the shield was broken, Xun Tong had to face the dozens of thunderballs.
Seeing the blazing lightning, it seemed as if it was going to be completely torn into pieces.
Although this genius with the Tianyang Fire Vein has been carefully cultivated by his family elders since he was a child, he has never experienced such a life-and-death situation.
His face turned pale and he exclaimed, turning around and running away in fear.
But at this critical moment, the young man's neck suddenly tightened, his figure suddenly rose, and he was lifted directly into the air.
The lightning flashed and quickly passed under him.
The young man in white clothes looked back in shock and saw that it was the skinny monk clutching the back of his collar with one hand.
"Tianquan Peak Yanyun wins."
The skinny monk said coldly.
(End of chapter)