[Chapter 177] Yuncheng Competition
[Chapter 177] Yuncheng Competition
"I once heard from the Palace Master that the previous leader of Taihua Sect originally wanted to pass the position of leader to Master Shang Zhen. But soon after, it was reported that Master Shang Zhen was injured while studying an ancient formation. In the end, the person who inherited the position of leader of Taihua Sect became Shi Hongyi."
The Master of Formation mentioned by Jun Han is named Shang Haoyan, who is also Ye Yuncheng's master.
Shi Hongyi's daughter is Shi Yingying, who invited Ye Yuncheng to explore the cave ruins.
Nangong Chenyu touched his chin and said, "In that case, Shi Hongyi's position as the leader of the clan might have been obtained through calculation."
"He signed Yun Cheng up for the competition without Yun Cheng's consent. In addition to the reason for his daughter, he was probably jealous of Master Shang for accepting a disciple like Yun Cheng who has a great talent for formations."
At this point, Nangong Chenyu turned to look at Ye Yisheng: "Does the Taihua Sect leader know Yun Cheng's current cultivation level?"
"They probably don't know. Yun Cheng hasn't returned to Taihua Sect since he broke through the Jindan stage. Even his master doesn't know that he is now a Jindan cultivator." Ye Yishen replied.
Nangong Chenyu tapped the tea table with one hand: "So Yun Cheng also wants to enter the Lingxi Secret Realm?"
Nangong Suhao on the side continued: "As long as there is a cultivator, there is no one who does not want to enter the Lingxi Secret Realm."
If the age limit for cultivators entering the Lingxi Secret Realm was not more than thirty years old, it is estimated that many high-ranking leaders of the sects would want to go in personally.
Nangong Chenyu: “…” If everyone knew that there would be a Nascent Soul cultivator from Zhongxuan Continent who wanted to enter the Lingxi Secret Realm, probably no one would be so eager to enter.
Of course, it is possible that everyone knows about it and wants to join.
Before the incident happened, no one would have thought that the cultivators from Zhongxuan Continent would act like evil demons and kill people and steal treasures without any scruples in the secret realm.
"The Yunjue Palace has ten places to enter the Lingxi Secret Realm. With the strength of the four of us, we will definitely be able to get it." Nangong Suhao added.
There are few people in Yunjue Palace, and there are more than thirty disciples under the age of thirty.
At the same time, Qi Yucheng.
Taoist Master Haoyan appeared out of nowhere in the sky above Qi Yu City. With a sweep of his spiritual sense, he quickly found Zhou Zhiyuan mentioned by Nangong Chenyu and Zhou Zhiyuan's protector in the crowd.
In a flash, he appeared in the crowd near the Qi family martial arts arena.
His appearance did not attract anyone's attention.
In the eyes of everyone, he was just an ordinary-looking middle-aged man, as if he had been standing there from the beginning.
At this time, Zhou Zhiyuan was planning to go to the collapsed ground of the Qi family martial arts field with Lu Yueyao and several disciples of Tianyi Sect.
Suddenly, two muffled thunders were heard in the sky.
Everyone subconsciously looked up at the sky.
The imagined dark clouds did not exist. The clear blue sky was cloudless, like a sapphire washed by clear water, without any impurities.
The sound of thunder seemed like someone's prank.
Taoist Haoyan in the crowd was sweating profusely. He had just locked onto Zhou Zhiyuan and had not yet made a move against him. He had just revealed a little murderous intent when he was warned by the Heavenly Dao.
If he had not restrained his own aura in time, he would have been locked down by the Heavenly Dao and struck by thunder.
Damn it!
I didn't expect that Zhou Zhiyuan was really a person protected by heaven.
But it's normal to think about it. If he wasn't someone protected by Heaven, how could he be related to his apprentice's death.
It seems that this Zhou Zhiyuan has to be left to Nangong Chenyu to deal with.
Taoist Haoyan quietly left the crowd.
Here, Zhou Zhiyuan touched his chest. Just now he felt a palpitation, as if he was in an abyss. But after a moment, the feeling of palpitations disappeared.
I don’t know what’s going on?
"Brother Zhou, go down." Seeing Zhou Zhiyuan standing still, Lu Yueyao reached out and pulled him.
"Let's go!"
Zhou Zhiyuan naturally put down his hands and walked underground with Lu Yueyao.
Not long after, Taoist Hao Yan appeared in front of a seemingly ordinary farmyard.
"I knew you would come back. Come and have a cup of tea to calm your nerves."
The person who was speaking was wearing a green robe, his jet-black hair gleamed in the sun, and he had a handsome face, with a somewhat immortal look.
He sat at the stone table in the yard, steam rising from the tea in front of him.
If Ye Xian, Ye Yisheng and other people from the Ye Mansion were here, they would definitely find this person familiar. Because with the three-goat beard on this man, he looks exactly like the Taoist priest who came to Ye Mansion to tell Ye Yisheng's fortune.
This man's name is Si Ji, and he is a divine fortune teller.
"You really are worthy of being a master of calculation who can plan everything for nothing." Taoist Hao Yan said unhappily, sat down, picked up the teacup on the table and drank it in one gulp.
"No way, it's a natural ability." Si Ji added frivolously: "You can't learn even if you want to."
Taoist Hao Yan pushed the teacup in front of Si Ji, signaling him to continue.
"I am not blessed with this kind of ability."
Taking the teacup filled with tea from Si Ji, Daoist Hao Yan drank it all in one gulp and pushed the cup to Si Ji again.
Just like that, Daoist Haoyan drank three cups of tea in a row before he felt that the feeling of depression in his heart had been reduced a lot.
"What did you figure out I was going to do?"
After picking up the teacup and taking a sip, Si Ji shook his head slightly: "No need to calculate, I can guess what you did."
"So what did you say I was doing?"
"Killing, but unsuccessful."
After saying this, Si Ji looked up at the sky meaningfully.
Taoist Hao Yan: “…” It turned out that the two muffled thunder sounds betrayed him.
"That person has already awakened, and is..." Si Ji pointed to the sky: "Leave the people he is protecting to him. As long as we don't intervene actively, we won't be noticed."
Daoist Master Hao Yan couldn't help but sigh: "It can only be like this."
"Your attempt just now has alerted the snake. Don't try it again in the future." Si Ji reminded.
"I know. I haven't lived long enough!" Daoist Hao Yan suddenly thought of something: "I can't touch those people, but I can always touch some old guys who don't follow the rules, right?"
Si Ji nodded slightly: "Of course you can, but don't make too much noise."
"Don't worry about me doing the work." Daojun Haoyan stood up and said, "I'm leaving first. If you have anything, send me a message."
Time flies and it’s already two days later.
Tianyuan City.
The air in the early morning was slightly cool. Facing the morning light, the cultivators flocked to the central square of Tianyuan City, where the major sects held their competitions.
According to the seating arrangements for the previous five days, the monks who had seats found their own and sat down. Those who have no seats should stand at the back. With a monk's eyesight, even if he stands at the edge of the square, he can see every move of the people in the center of the square.
At this time, many people discovered that there was an extra area closest to the center.
Just when everyone was wondering which force the extra area belonged to, a group of white cranes approached from afar.
Soon everyone saw two male and female cultivators wearing white robes and with outstanding looks sitting or standing on the back of the white crane.
White cranes were perched above the center of the square. The monks on their backs were as light as swallows and slowly descended from the sky, like a feather floating in the breeze. Their landing posture seemed natural and elegant.
The people who appeared in such a fairy-like manner were none other than the Palace Master of Yunjue Palace and several dozen disciples who were not in seclusion and wanted to watch the competition. Among them were Nangong Chenyu and others.
The Palace Master of Yunjue Palace went to sit together with the Sect Masters of other sects, while the disciples, led by a disciple of Chengshuang Sect, went to the extra area.
Originally, Yunjue Palace would not participate in such a competition. Everyone from the Yunjue Palace is here today, and it was Daoist Lord Haoyan who ordered the Palace Master to bring everyone here.
This competition was mainly organized by the five major sects: Taihua Sect, Tianyi Sect, Lingyun Sword Sect, Fuguang Sect, and Chengshuang Sect, and there were also a dozen other sects participating.
In addition to these sect disciples, there were also some independent cultivators and children from aristocratic families participating in the competition. The former is for a place to enter the Lingxi Secret Realm, while the latter is not only for a place to enter the Lingxi Secret Realm, but also for the hope of performing well enough to be noticed by the sect.
Today is the battle formation competition among the five arts.
The competition time was almost up, but Shang Haoyan still hadn't seen his little disciple. Just when he was anxious, the voice of his little disciple sounded in his ears.
"Master."
Following the sound, Shang Haoyan saw Ye Yuncheng, who had grown a lot taller. After taking a closer look, although he couldn't see Ye Yuncheng's cultivation level, he could feel that Ye Yuncheng was much stronger than he was two years ago.
He was very satisfied with Ye Yuncheng's progress, but his face was serious: "The competition is about to start, why are you here now?"
Ye Yuncheng approached with a playful smile: "My disciple was consolidating his cultivation before, and he rushed here as soon as he came out of retreat."
"You will have the competition later. Just try your best. It doesn't matter if you fail." Shang Haoyan took out a bag and handed it to Ye Yuncheng: "Here are some things that your master prepared for your competition."
"Thank you, Master." Ye Yuncheng took the Qiankun bag.
Shang Haoyan waved his hand: "Go ahead."
Ye Yuncheng bowed to Shang Haoyan before walking towards the competition center.
There were more than forty people participating in the formation competition. Because of the age limit, the highest level of formation magic is only level three, and the lowest is level two.
More than forty people were divided into four groups to compete.
Ye Yuncheng was assigned to the last group, and he and about thirty other people sat cross-legged on the ground.
The first round of competition was to break the formation. The five sects had the formation masters set up twelve identical formations in advance. The monks whose names were called entered the formation in order to break it.
As soon as the participating monks broke the formation, a formation master would immediately come forward to rearrange the formation.
It was Ye Yuncheng’s first time participating in such a competition, so he couldn’t help but feel a little nervous. Fortunately, the three groups before him had paved the way for him, so by the time it was his turn, he had already gotten over the nervousness.
"Ye Yuncheng."
Hearing his name, Ye Yuncheng immediately walked into one of the formations. As soon as he entered the formation, the scenery before his eyes changed immediately. The bustling crowd disappeared, replaced by endless grassland.
This is a second-level illusion array.
As long as he finds the center of the formation, he can break it.
With his formation skills, he found the center of the formation in a short while. However, he was not in a hurry to break the formation. He pretended that he had not found the center of the formation and wandered around in it. He estimated that his ranking would be around 20th before he broke through the formation.
A male cultivator who was sitting next to Ye Yuncheng before the competition saw Ye Yuncheng breaking the formation and stepped forward to congratulate him: "Fellow Daoist Ye, congratulations on breaking the formation."
Ye Yuncheng forced a smile and said, "Fellow Daoist Chen broke the formation before me, I should be the one congratulating you."
"Well, I just broke the formation before you did."
Monk Chen looked absent-minded, but the smugness in his eyes betrayed him.
Ye Yuncheng smiled and didn't respond.
In the first round of competition, ten monks who take the longest time to break the formation will be eliminated.
The second round of competition will begin soon.
As the number of people decreased, Ye Yuncheng became a member of group three.
He kept in mind the time it took the previous contestant to break the formation. By the time he competed, he ranked around sixteenth.
This time he broke the formation before the monk named Chen. When the cultivator named Chen broke out of the formation and saw him, the smile on his face faded a little from before.
"I didn't expect that Fellow Daoist Ye is so hidden."
"I happened to encounter a similar trap before." Ye Yuncheng replied indifferently.
The monk named Chen looked suddenly enlightened, with pride evident in his eyes.
The second round of competition is over, and the ten people who took the longest time to break the formation are eliminated.
The third part of the competition is no longer about breaking the formation, but about setting up the formation. Each group of two people sets up a formation that they are best at and forces the other side to break it.
Ye Yuncheng was assigned to a group with a cultivator named Chen.
The cultivator named Chen first set up the formation, and then Ye Yuncheng broke it. Then Ye Yuncheng set up the formation and the cultivator named Chen broke it.
"Fellow Daoist Ye, I have arranged it."
As soon as he entered the formation, Ye Yuncheng felt that something was wrong with the fluctuations in the formation. This is not one formation, but two formations. One is a trapping formation, the other is a killing formation.
No wonder Chen rushed to set up the formation first. The other party obviously didn't want him to break the formation and wanted to eliminate him directly.
Ye Yuncheng sneered. His master had taught him the formation within the formation when he first started learning the formation. He was trapped in a formation within a formation by his master for seven days, after which he memorized the steps to break the formation within a formation.
At that moment, he broke through the two formations as quickly as possible.
Looking at Ye Yuncheng who came out of the formation less than half an hour after entering it, the cultivator named Chen's eyes were full of disbelief.
"How is that possible?"
Ye Yuncheng ignored him, took out the formation flags and immediately started to set up the formation. After a while, Ye Yuncheng set up a third-level illusion array.
"Fellow Daoist Chen, please."
The cultivator named Chen felt a little uneasy, but when he saw Ye Yuncheng set up the formation so quickly, he put that uneasiness behind him and stepped into the illusion formation.
Time passes by every second.
After the other cultivators had finished their competition, the cultivator named Chen was still in the illusion array.
At the referee's signal, Ye Yuncheng closed the formation.
The cultivator named Chen thought that he had broken the formation himself, but when he saw that the other participants in the competition were looking at him, the joy on his face instantly disappeared.
"You did it on purpose!" He looked at Ye Yuncheng with resentment in his eyes.
After the second round of competition, Ye Yuncheng knew that the cultivator named Chen was a petty person who couldn't stand seeing people who he thought were weaker than him being better than him.
"You can't break the formation yourself, what does it have to do with me?"
"you……"
The referee's announcement interrupted the words of Monk Chen.
"Chen Wei is eliminated."
The fourth round of competition began, with fourteen people left.
This time the competition is to break a level three trap.
In the stands where the major clan leaders are.
Shi Hongyi's gaze followed Ye Yuncheng on the competition field. When he saw Ye Yuncheng enter the formation, a fierce look flashed in his eyes. When he turned around and saw Shang Haoyan's calm face, he couldn't help but reveal a strange smile on his face.
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