Chapter 125 Qingzhou Wuxian
"Senior sister, what's wrong with you?"
A cute round-faced female cultivator was surprised.
Liu Xingyu shook his head and said, "Nothing... nothing, I just got distracted for a moment."
"oh?"
Another female cultivator from the Xingyue Pavilion laughed and said, "What else could possibly distract our senior sister? Could it be that she has taken a fancy to a young talent in Qingzhou City?"
"Don't talk nonsense, you little bitch!"
Liu Xingyu chuckled, but at this moment she saw Ning Daoran hugging Bai Lu's neck and playing with him.
Suddenly, Liu Xingyu fell into deep thought.
This person looked ordinary and was accompanied by a foundation-building spirit beast. It seemed that he was not the type of person that he had in mind.
But why did his back look so familiar? She even felt a little flutter in her heart.
"Oh, it's a fellow Taoist from Xingyue Pavilion."
Zhao Lichen coughed and called everyone over to say hello.
Everyone introduced their names.
'Nima, why is it her?'
Ning Daoran's heart was pounding.
'So his name is Ning Daoran...'
Liu Xingyu stared at Ning Daoran with her beautiful eyes for a long while and remembered the name firmly.
She had already made up her mind that after returning, she would find a way to find out more details about this person.
Where are you from, how old are you, are you married...
"Huh? Wait..."
Her face suddenly turned red. Why did she suddenly think about whether to get married? "This is Senior Sister Liu."
Han Bing's expression was not right. She frowned and asked, "Why are you staring at my Senior Brother Ning? Is there something wrong with my Senior Brother's face?"
“No…no…”
Liu Xingyu hurriedly said, "Junior Sister Han, please don't misunderstand me. I was just distracted by the lanterns in the distance."
"I see."
Zhao Lichen smiled and said, "Junior Sister Liu Xingyu, when we first met, we were both in the early stages of Qi Refining. I never thought that decades later, both of us would have already established our foundations. I never thought that you would actually be the senior sister of Zixia Peak of Xingyue Pavilion."
"yes."
Liu Xingyu greeted with a smile.
Ning Daoran had no interest in listening, so he continued to watch the lanterns with Han Bing and Bai Lu.
Lin Sheng and Lin Zhuojun were chatting about their experiences with the True Yang Furnace Technique via voice transmission all 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 spoke eloquently and kept reminiscing about the past.
Liu Xingyu was too embarrassed to interrupt, so she could only secretly glance in Ning Daoran's direction out of the corner of her eyes.
…
The next day, the Qingzhou competition.
It was a grand gathering for immortal cultivators, and ordinary people also joined in the fun.
There are stalls selling fruits, snacks and other foods outside, and it is very lively.
In the inner city, a huge arena stretched in front of the City Lord's Mansion, and people from various major sects each had a seat.
The people from the Chaos Sect arrived early and sat in the southeast pavilion under the leadership of Gong Yangyan.
Soon after, all the major sects entered the scene.
However, just as a group of blue-robed monks stepped into the arena, Gong Yangyan's expression suddenly changed.
It turned out to be someone from the Jiuyun Sect.
Although the Jiuyun Sect has intervened in the Qingzhou cultivation world, they still belong to Kuizhou.
The Jiuyun Sect sent people to participate in the Qingzhou competition, and its intention is obvious.
"Could that disciple in the late foundation building stage be the Jiuyun Sect's true disciple Zong Tianxing?" someone suddenly said.
"Zong Tianxing is the top-ranked disciple of the Jiuyun Sect. They sent Zong Tianxing here... Could it be that he was just here for that Luochen Pill?"
An elder of the Star Moon Pavilion showed an indignant look.
Gong Yangyan's eyes began to turn cold.
Originally, the Chaos Sect had a great chance of winning this time.
A great war between good and evil caused the two top sects in Qingzhou, the Burning Sea Sect and the Soul-Devouring Sect, to be unable to recover. As a first-rate sect, the Chaos Sect should have been the only one qualified to reap the benefits.
But who would have thought that the Jiuyun Sect would disregard their reputation and send core disciples like Zong Tianxing to participate in the Qingzhou competition.
It was for that Luochen Pill! This Luochen Pill was purchased by the ten major immortal sects and the imperial court, and it was extremely rare and precious.
What Jiuyun Sect is doing now 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 all need to be extra careful."
Gong Yangyan's eyes were cold and full of worry.
The Jiuyun Sect is the number one sect that has been entrenched in Kuizhou for many years and has accumulated a profound foundation.
They sent a late foundation building disciple and three middle foundation building disciples to participate in the Qingzhou competition, seemingly determined to get the Falling Dust Pill.
The expressions of Lin Sheng, Lin Zhuojun, Zhao Lichen and others also became extremely ugly.
Everyone understood the interests involved, and no one had expected that the Jiuyun Sect would be so ruthless.
Ning Daoran folded his arms.
His eyes swept towards the people sitting in the main seats in the distant stands. One was an elder of the Jiuyun Sect, and the other was the Qingzhou Martial Immortal Chen Li, whom he had met once.
Obviously, the reason why Jiuyun Sect was able to send people to participate in the Qingzhou Competition was closely related to this Qingzhou Martial Immortal.
There may be intricate connections of interest between the two.
Of course, these were not something that a mere Chaos Sect foundation-building cultivator like him could control.
…
The competition will begin soon.
The match list is extremely unfavorable to the Chaos Sect, and most of the people will face the Jiuyun Sect.
Even Meng Xiao, who was highly expected, met Zong Tianxing in the second game.
The chances of winning between the middle stage of foundation building and the late stage of foundation building are slim!
In the first match, Lin Sheng faced a person from Jiuyun Sect who was in the middle stage of foundation building.
After only three rounds, the opponent summoned a second-grade top-grade spiritual sword, and the sword energy was rampant.
"Lin Sheng, admit defeat immediately."
On the stage, Gong Yangyan transmitted the message.
If the fight continued, Lin Sheng might die, as murderous intent was already surging in the opponent's eyes.
In the end, Lin Sheng fought for three more moves, but was defeated in every move. His shoulder was injured, and his arms and clothes were all red.
In the second match, Meng Xiao faced Zong Tianxing.
In the arena, all kinds of magical and spiritual weapons were flying around. Both of them were the best in their respective sects, so naturally they both wanted to perform well in this Qingzhou competition.
As a result, although Meng Xiao was proficient in magic and was not inferior to the opponent in the quality and quantity of spiritual weapons, he was still one small realm behind.
After more than ten rounds, Zong Tianxing sacrificed an ancient tripod and smashed Meng Xiao so hard that he vomited blood.
“It’s actually a magic weapon!”
An elder of Xingyue Pavilion was horrified and said, "The Jiuyun Sect is really willing to give even a third-level magic weapon to this true disciple!"
"Xiao'er, admit defeat immediately!"
Gong Yangyan shouted without allowing any explanation.
The Qingzhou competition can be lost, but Meng Xiao cannot die. He is the hope for the future of the Chaos Sect.
…
Everyone's mood gradually became depressed.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
This Qingzhou competition seemed to have turned into a performance by the Jiuyun Sect.
Later, Lin Zhuojun and Zhao Lichen also lost.
Fortunately, Han Bing was facing a junior fellow from the Gangmen Sect, and he defeated him after a dozen moves, thus saving some face.
In the last match, Ning Daoran faced off against an early foundation building cultivator from the Jiuyun Sect.
"Junior Brother Ning."
Lin Sheng frowned and said, "You are not good at fighting. If you are at a disadvantage, just admit defeat and don't try to be brave."
"Know."
Ning Daoran floated down, wearing the second-level Xuanyan armor and holding the Qiu Shui sword in his hand.
"Tsk tsk, wearing a second-grade top-grade spiritual weapon inner armor..."
The other party was a skinny monk, who sneered, "My junior brother, I heard that you have a third-level spiritual plant technique. The Chaos Sect is really inferior. They even sent out a third-level spiritual plant master. Do you really have no one left?"
Ning Daoran didn't say anything and just took action.
He did not directly use the spiritual weapon to attack, but took out a stack of talismans from his arms.
"Talisman?"
The skinny monk was slightly startled: "How dare you show off a mere first-level talisman and make a fool of yourself?"
Ning Daoran started throwing talismans.
At least ten cards are thrown at a time!
"What the hell!"
The skinny monk was shocked. How could he play like this? In a blink of an eye, the stage was full of flying talismans. A large number of first-level talismans chased the opponent relentlessly, not giving him a chance to fight back.
"this……"
In the stands, a Jindan elder from the Jiuyun Sect and Chen Li, the martial immortal from Qingzhou City, both frowned. Are they going to use spirit stones to smash each other to death?
…
Soon after, the thin monk's face became paler and paler.
Although he also used a defensive spiritual weapon, he couldn't withstand the opponent's talismans! Throwing out more than a hundred first-level talismans in one breath, who could withstand it?
Finally, he jumped out of the arena with a face full of anger: "I lost, Junior Brother is so rich!"
For a moment, the disciples and elders of Jiuyun Sect all had sneers on their faces.
What a great skill for a Chaos Sect's third-level spiritual farmer elder to win by throwing talismans? ...
The first day of competition is over.
The Chaos Sect was almost wiped out, with only Ning Daoran and Han Bing remaining.
However, it is basically impossible for Ning Daoran and Han Bing to compete for the Luochen Pill.
That night, the martial immortal Chen Li set up a banquet in the City Lord's Mansion to entertain the elders from all the major sects.
However, the atmosphere at the banquet was extremely unhappy and everyone was on edge.
During the verbal exchange, Gong Yangyan became furious and threw the wine glass heavily.
He cursed Chen Li and said, "If it weren't for you, Chen Wuxian, nodding in private, how could the disciples of Kuizhou Jiuyun Sect have participated in my Qingzhou competition?"
He even had a conflict with a Jindan cultivator from the Jiuyun Sect named Taoist Yunyan, and they almost came to a fight.
Fortunately, elders from the Xingyue Pavilion, Gangmen Sect, Ziyun Sect and other sects intervened, otherwise the banquet would have turned into a golden elixir battle.
Gong Yangyan was a man of strong character and he could not tolerate such injustice.
Late at night, Gong Yangyan returned to the inn angrily.
…
The moonlight is bright, turning into thousands of rays of light that shine on the city.
Posthouse.
Ning Daoran sat by the window sill with his eyes closed, his body emitting a faint magical power of the Evergreen Technique.
At his waist, a rattan ball swayed.
In that rattan ball, another Ning Daoran was sitting on the ground in front of the wooden house, holding a notebook, still studying the mysteries of the Baiyu Liuyin Formation inheritance.
"Um?"
Suddenly, he slowly raised his head.
There was a dense forest behind the post house. The several double-pupil spiders he had placed in the forest seemed to sense the passing of the gust of wind and someone was approaching the post house rapidly through the forest.
Immediately afterwards, an extremely strong blood energy exploded in the inn!
“Swish!”
A ray of silver-white sword light dozens of feet long burst out, instantly splitting the wall at the rear into two parts. Then, a strong golden elixir aura surged in the inn!
“Not good!”
Ning Daoran's heart sank. Someone was trying to assassinate Gong Yangyan! Without even thinking twice, he instantly flew out of Lingpu Cave Heaven, changed into a black shirt, and disguised himself as a thin young man. He held a Qinglong spear in his hand, wore a bamboo hat, and disappeared underground.
At the same time, the Zhang Jiadeng paper man clone flew past and headed straight for the residence of the great elder.
"Nephew Ning, be careful!"
The inn was in a mess. The Great Elder covered his red chest with his hands. Several spiritual weapons were spinning rapidly around him. He frowned and said, "This man is a martial artist at the Baodan realm. Don't underestimate him!"
The paper man quickly took out two spiritual weapons and stood guard on the side.
"snort!"
In the darkness, the warrior held a bloodstained sword with a cold look in his eyes.
He seemed to realize that his one strike failed to kill the enemy and that he had lost the best opportunity. He turned over and turned into a shadow, flashing 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, transforming into another face, which turned out to be the Qingzhou Martial Immortal Chen Li! "Good Gong Yang Yan, you actually have a magic weapon-level inner armor to protect yourself, you are lucky today!"
Chen Li's eyes were cold and he felt extremely regretful.
Just now, I was just a little bit away from chopping off Gong Yangyan’s head with one blow!
"rustle……"
But at this moment, a figure holding a spear slowly walked out of the forest. The man was thin, wearing a bamboo hat and a black shirt.
(End of this chapter)