In the end, only a few traces were left on the surface of the grass. As his wood-attributed spiritual energy urged, the grass and trees grew lushly, and soon there was no trace of anything unusual.

But his actions were always watched by several pairs of eyes.

"Little brother, your magic weapon is really good. If you give it to me, I will protect you to the end. How about that?"

Jiang Li stood up carrying the earth-digging shovel, and such a voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Jiang Li had a blank expression on his face, showing no surprise at all. The other party had been following him for such a long time, if he didn't notice this, then his practice of the Guanyin Heart Sutra would be completely in vain.

I ignored it before, just to make sure that the other party would definitely not be able to escape.

Turning around, he saw a woman in red standing lightly on a tree branch, looking down at him with a smile as if she was trying to trick a child into giving her a lollipop.

Then a rustling sound was heard, and two more male cultivators, who were nearly twenty years old, surrounded them from two other directions.

"It seems that not all the independent cultivators are fools. I am surprised that you have reached a cooperation in such a short time. You are pretty good."

Jiang Li was surrounded by three people, but his expression clearly looked like he surrounded the three people. He was praising them in the tone of an elder facing a younger generation.

"Little brother, what you said is not very nice. Those two big brothers will be very angry. How about you take out everything you have and let your sister plead for you?"

The woman narrowed her eyes and began to threaten Jiang Li. The two people behind Jiang Li were also slowly approaching, but they kept a distance between them. It was obvious that they did not really trust each other and were still on guard against their teammates.

"Are you planning to attack me? Have you thought about the consequences of attacking the disciples of Sutra Valley?"

Jiang Li touched the chain around his waist, as if he was comforting a python, asking it to be patient for a while and not strangle everyone on the spot.

"Hey, kid, you still want to use the sect to suppress us?"

"This is the venue for the Dachongshan monk competition. Even if I kill you, no one can say anything."

"And do you see the fog above? If you die, who will know that we killed you?"

Jiang Li heard this and suddenly felt like he was hearing someone say that no one would come to save him even if he screamed his throat out. He inexplicably admired the other person's courage.

"You big sects are really corrupt. You actually let a young man like you, a relative, come to this competition to gild yourself. Humph, it's just a pity that you met us."

"Hand over everything to me now, or I will show you what terror is!"

The man behind him had no longer concealed malice on his face. He tore open the sleeve of his right arm, revealing a colorful tiger claw.

This operation of directly transplanting monster organs is actually quite popular among casual cultivators. Although it may affect future development potential, it can significantly improve combat power in a short period of time.

Jiang Li touched his young face and felt a little helpless.

Since he started physical training, his body has grown rapidly, but that childish feeling has not completely faded away.

His age is too deceptive. Cultivating immortality is a process that requires a long period of time and hard work. For many people, youth means weakness.

Even though he was wearing the uniform of an inner sect disciple of Sutra Valley, few people would take his strength seriously.

If you don't know the inside story, it's not strange to think this way.

"Forget it. I won't play with you anymore. Miss Shuman, have you made your choice?"

Jiang Li looked up and asked, and then a shadow appeared behind the woman in red.

Qin Shuman grabbed the other person's head and covered her eyes with her hands. The woman in red instantly lost all reaction and became dazed and unable to move.

This is the ghost covering the eyes. After combining it with the Shushan magic, its power has become extremely terrifying.

And with Qin Shuman's strength, although he would easily suffer a loss if fighting against a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage, there would be no problem for him to fight against a Qi Condensation cultivator.

Then Qin Shuman forced the other person's head in front of him, opened his pale lips slightly, and streams of mist-like things poured out from the other person's pores.

She used the ghost's innate ability to quickly extract the opponent's spiritual energy and vitality.

"Boy! You're looking for death!"

The female cultivator above was subdued in an instant, and the two cultivators were also panicked. The female ghost looked extremely terrifying, and the two of them combined were no match for her.

I didn't expect that this sect disciple who had connections actually had such a cheating-level self-defense trump card. No wonder he was so confident just now.

"Catch the leader first! Together!"

The female ghost Qin Shuman was regarded as a protective trump card given by the elders of the sect.

The two wandering cultivators knew that escaping would lead to death, and the only way to survive was to capture Jiang Li as a hostage.

They rushed forward together, one tiger claw grabbed Jiang Li's face, and a sickle hooked his ankle.

The two of them worked together, and there was a certain tacit understanding between their cooperation.

Bang! Bang! With a punch from above, the tiger claw was beaten into a pool of mud, and with a kick from below, the iron hook was kicked into a pile of scrap metal.

The determined offensive of the two was easily crushed and had no effect.

Crash! The Dragon Prison Chain that had been waiting for a long time flew out, wrapping around the two people flying backwards for several circles at lightning speed, and then suddenly tightened, squeezing inward with huge force, instantly tearing the two people into pieces all over the ground.

If there weren't some special means, it would be basically impossible for these Qi Refining cultivators to last a single round against him.

"Shuman, let's go."

Jiang Li threw the corpse into the coffin. Qin Shuman, the lord of the ghost market, also floated over with a satisfied look on his face, bringing with him the female cultivator who had turned into a mummy.

She absorbed the vitality of a cultivator in the late stage of Qi training, and her originally pale body turned a little rosy.

The man and the ghost continued walking towards the destination as if they were traveling.

The same thing was constantly happening in this Qi Refining Stage venue.

There are more independent cultivators, but except for a few true geniuses who have been obscured by the dust, and some sons of destiny who have inherited powerful inheritance from their predecessors, the strength of these independent cultivators is generally inferior to that of the cultivators in the sects.

These gaps, from the level of martial arts, the power of spells, to the grade of magic weapons, when added together, the difference in combat power is at least two levels.

Many independent cultivators also have self-knowledge. After encountering each other, if they feel that they are not completely sure of defeating the other party, they will temporarily travel together and form teams of three or five in order to fight against the more powerful cultivators from the sects.

But even so, they still lose more than they win.

Except... this group of people.

If the fog above these mountains disappeared, the Saifang flying boat in the sky might be able to discover that a group of monks, who seemed to have nothing to do with them, were converging towards the center from all directions of the first mountain with a very purposeful purpose.

There are men and women, strong and weak, and the places where they hang out in the mountainous area are very different. Maybe they don't even know each other's names.

But they seemed to be called by something and gathered towards the same goal.

After they reunited, they did not show any intention of fighting. They just stayed quietly where they were, waiting for the arrival of other companions.

In just a short time, more than thirty independent cultivators gathered here.

The Qi Refining Stage is, after all, only the beginning of cultivating immortals. The cultivators still know too little, and it is quite difficult to fight ten at once.

"Damn it! How...are they connected to each other?"

Not far from the group of wandering cultivators, a cultivator from Bailian Mountain was lying quietly in the bushes, looking at the scene in front of him in horror.

With so many independent cultivators at such a distance and the scene being so strange, he would never believe that there was no conspiracy between them.

"They must have figured out some way to cheat. There must be some conspiracy in this competition."

"No, we need to spread this information as soon as possible!"

This disciple of Bailian Mountain is named Situ Rui. He is the descendant of one of the two major families in Bailian Mountain. Not only is he extremely talented, but he has also received unimaginable resources. He can be said to be a prominent figure in this competition.

But even he had no intention of jumping out and confronting this group of casual cultivators. Instead, he lay on the ground cautiously and retreated to the rear step by step.

Rustle, rustle~ Then a series of footsteps came from behind.

Unfortunately, a wandering cultivator happened to be rushing towards him from behind.

The monk saw the monk from Bailian Mountain hiding behind the bushes, then stopped and looked over with an expressionless face.

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The next moment, the thirty-odd monks over there turned their heads and looked over here.

The disciple from Bailian Mountain cursed his bad luck inwardly, took out a fog thunder from his hand and smashed it hard on the ground. Immediately, thick black smoke spread out, completely covering the area near him.

Situ Rui, a disciple of Bailian Mountain, also reacted quickly and made a very accurate judgment.

There were more than 30 people on the other side, and there was another person right behind him. As long as that person could stop him for a moment, the other cultivators would surround him. By then, not to mention winning the fight, escaping would become a luxury.

The chance of escaping directly was too low, so he immediately threw out a fog mine to block his vision.

Then he immediately took out the thunder bomb that he used for calling for help, and pulled the fuse on the bottom of the thunder bomb directly upwards.

A bright and dazzling red light bloomed on his hand. With just a little more time, this distress signal would rise high into the sky, penetrate the clouds, and bring enough reinforcements to suppress everything.

However, Situ Rui's right hand holding the thunder suddenly sank, and one palm pressed on the front end of the thunder.

The next moment, the aroma of burnt barbecue filled the air. How could the flesh palm withstand the burning of the thunderbolt? It would be completely pierced through in just a moment.

Most people who suffer such severe pain will definitely not be able to bear it and let go immediately.

But the owner of this hand did not do so. Instead of letting go, he hugged the red light tightly, curled up into a ball, and wrapped the red light in the middle.

His flesh and blood turned to carbonized, his intestines and stomach were ruptured, and the monk was obviously dying. However, the red light from the thunder did not rise into the sky in the end.

"How... How is it possible..."

The black smoke slowly dissipated, and Situ Rui looked at the half-cooked cultivator on the ground in confusion, not understanding how the other party could do this.

Then he looked around in despair. More than thirty Qi-cultivating monks had surrounded him.

"Damn it! You're going to regret this!"

The magic weapon emitted a surge of spiritual light. Situ Rui of Bailian Mountain wanted to make one last attempt. After throwing out the magic weapon on his body, he was about to fly into the thick fog to escape.

But those monks were too close to him and didn't care about his attack at all. They rushed up fearlessly and knocked him down.

In the end, the disciple of the Situ clan of Bailian Mountain was pinned to death on the ground. Then the dying disciple was dragged on top of him, the black hair on his head gradually turned white, and finally the whole person looked old, and a seed rolled out of his mouth and fell into the mouth of the monk of Bailian Mountain.

. . . .

In the foundation-building stage, the competition is also very fierce.

Although the number of Foundation Establishment cultivators who signed up was not as many as the Qi Refining cultivators, it was far more than expected.

The sects jointly organized the competition and prepared five types of terrain competition venues belonging to the five elements, namely, the knife mountain, the sea of ​​trees, the swamp, the volcano, and the stone forest.

Thirty tokens were placed in each arena. The participating monks were randomly assigned to enter the arena to grab the total of 150 tokens.

The organizers of the competition are planning to reduce the number of participating monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage to less than 150 people at once.

The sword cultivator's clone Tang Yan was randomly assigned to a competition venue with a stone forest terrain.

Stone pillars hundreds of meters high pointed to the sky, densely packed like a forest. This complex terrain had a lot of room for maneuvering, which was a big advantage for physical cultivators and earth attribute cultivators. If the real body was here, the combat effectiveness would probably increase by a few points.

But for a long-range profession like the clone, so many obstacles are a bit disadvantageous.

Then,

Sword control technique!

Giant Sword Technique!

Ten Thousand Swords Technique!

Exploding Flame Sword! Wine and Fire Burning Heaven Sword! Fuxi Yellow Dragon Sword! . . .

The huge sword shadow that expanded to a length of ten feet, condensed into a dense sword rain of thousands of sword lights, the explosive sword energy that exploded at the touch and was impossible to defend against, the wine and fire sword energy that burned the sky and scorched the earth, and the giant sword of the human emperor surrounded by a flaming dragon...

This poor Stone Forest arena was instantly devastated by the terrifying sword wave.

The sword cultivator's clone seemed to have no idea what consumption meant. Those powerful moves that would take others a long time to release, but in his hands, there was no pause at all, and he launched indiscriminate waves of attacks at everything around him.

Unfortunately, the dozen or so cultivators who were near the clone when it came in were stunned in an instant.

What had happened to them the moment they came in? What did that Shushan sword cultivator want to do? Was he going to die after exhausting his spiritual energy all at once? A dozen foundation-building cultivators were struggling to hold on under the waves of sword energy and sword light.

However, the sword techniques of the Shushan sword cultivators are not so easy to bear. Even if they cover an area and protect more than a dozen foundation-building cultivators at the same time, the pressure that each person bears will not be weak.

The protective aura collapsed, the defensive magic weapons were shattered, and the foundation-building cultivators fell one after another, but the sword cultivator's clone showed no sign of exhaustion.

In the end, only three monks managed to escape under the waves of sword light.

The dazzling red light on the flying sword slowly converged, and after turning a circle, it was retracted into the scabbard on the back of the clone.

This was the sword cultivator's clone's current fighting style, not seeking the best, but seeking the most energy.

Cost-effectiveness, flexibility, and technical flow are all meaningless to the sword cultivator's clone.

After returning to the Five Elements Peak of Shushan, he did not learn any basic sword techniques, but only focused on learning those sword techniques that consumed the most energy.

High consumption usually also means wide range, strong power, and high momentum! The sword cultivator's clone's current combat mode is becoming more and more simple, standing still and outputing crazily.

But being simple does not mean being bad, but being powerful enough to not require any twists and turns.

An endless supply of spiritual energy enabled the sword cultivator's clone to transform from an ordinary fire-type sword cultivator to one of the top five cultivators under the age of 30 in the foundation-building stage at the Five Elements Peak of Mount Shu.

From a pile of rubble, the clone Tang Yan dug out a still hot token. It was as if he had already passed the first round of the competition.

(οο) Give me some. . Give me some 　　 　 (End of this chapter)