His method was also very simple. He secretly gathered a network of "good friends" through the division of spiritual roots, and let those talented disciples with good family backgrounds influence the elders of various sects.

Among the parasitic monks with spiritual roots who were captured by Jiang Li in the Misty Mountains before, there were a total of eleven who came from various sects.

Jiang Li thought they might be useful at the time, so he did not kill them. Instead, he turned the spiritual root seeds that had seized control into Nine Netherworld Fruits and fed them to them.

Now, not long after, it came in handy.

You should know that this secret medicine garden actually does not have a real owner, but is a place jointly managed by various sects in the Dachongshan immortal cultivation world.

All matters here are decided by representatives of all the major sects through consultation.

The opinions of the elders from the sects present mean the decision of the joint competition team.

The request from these elite disciples may not play a decisive role, but it would be enough to slightly affect the outcome and give out one or two fruits.

It was a rare occasion that Jiang Li himself asked Elder He for help.

What Elder He meant was that even if two Dao Base Fruits were distributed as rewards, only the two top winners of the competition would have the chance to get them.

If it was Jiang Li's heyday, he would naturally have no reason to refuse, but now, wouldn't it be safer to be assigned to the sect first and then obtain it through the sect's channels?

Given the status of Sutra Valley, it was inevitable that it would obtain some of the Dao Foundation Fruits, but Jiang Li was worried that things would get more complicated the longer it stayed.

Now in the secret realm of the medicine garden, the emperor is far away and the sky is high. Elder He, as the head of the Demon-Suppressing Hall, has direct decision-making power and can participate in direct joint resolutions.

But if that spiritual fruit were to be returned to the sect, there would be more than one or two people coveting it.

The powerful, the elders of the sect, and the high-level relatives. There are only a few Daoji Fruits in total, and the probability of Jiang Li getting one is really low.

But here, if it is decided to distribute it, then as long as you become the final winner, you will definitely get it.

For him, this is much simpler.

But the final result has not yet come out, and it is hard to say whether the joint competition organizers will agree to take out this kind of fruit.

After a long wait, the final round of competition finally began.

Twelve extremely beautiful female cultivators, wearing long skirts dozens of meters long, flew out and danced dreamily in the air.

The tens of thousands of monks below were mesmerized by the beautiful dance of the immortals.

Jiang Li noticed that Senior Sister Qi Yu from Huichun Hall was also among them.

In this grand event of the immortal cultivation world, in addition to the official black and white lists, a Luoshen list also circulated through unofficial channels.

On the Luoshen List, strength and cultivation are not considered, only the appearance and body shape of the female cultivators are judged.

Those female cultivators from the sect usually stay in their own territories and seldom go out, so they don't have many chances to be seen by outsiders. Now they have gathered together for this grand event.

All of a sudden, hundreds of flowers blossomed with fragrance, and thousands of beauties competed for beauty.

Since ancient times, everyone has a love for beauty, which naturally aroused the enthusiastic pursuit of many monks.

Especially among the group of casual cultivators, the intensity of the discussion on this issue is no less than that among the official competition contestants.

There are also some versatile people who have made a lot of money by selling the many portraits and statues of female cultivators on the Luoshen List.

The graceful group dance of the female nuns soon ended, and they finally flew to two high mountains in the mist, casting two rays of spiritual light among them.

The spiritual light fell, and the thick fog slowly dissipated, revealing the final battlefield of the competition.

The two mountains have obviously been transformed by the joint competition organizers.

On the mountain, many tall trees that easily blocked the view have been completely removed, and a climbing ladder has been dug around the mountain.

Going up the stairs, there are flat and hard arenas all the way to the top of the mountain. On these two mountains, there are fifty arenas for the Foundation Establishment Period on one side and one hundred arenas for the Qi Refining Period on the other.

The two stone roads on the mountain wind upward. If you walk to the end and hold on there for three days, you will receive the highest honor among the younger generation of immortal cultivators in Dachongshan.

When Ling reached the pinnacle, he became famous in one battle, and the world knew him! Jiang Li looked at the highest arena on the mountain. Who else could be there but him?

Standing on the top of the mountain and stepping on everyone is not a very polite way of playing, but he likes it.

Of course, before reaching the top, these first ten people still need to accept challenges.

As the leaderboard, Jiang Li will be the first to try to reach the top.

"Junior Sister Qiu Hua, I'll be waiting for you at the top of the mountain."

Before leaving, Jiang Li smiled at the sword-cultivating girl next to him, then took out a scroll from his arms and handed it to her. It was her own painting of the Goddess of Luo River.

"Brother Jiang Li, come on!"

Shenshan Qiuhua next to him took the scroll and looked a little embarrassed, and said softly.

Jiang Li immediately stepped out of the crowd and flew to the entrance of the Hundred Battles Stairs.

I walked up the stone stairs that had just been opened not long ago, but only a hundred meters away, a figure blocked the stairs.

"Amitabha, Junior Brother Jiang Li is sorry for the offense."

The man standing in front of them had nine scars on his bald head. His yellow-brown monk's robe was stretched out by his sturdy muscles, revealing his bronze skin with a metallic luster. This image did not seem to have anything to do with compassion.

As the top of the list, Jiang Li will encounter five people blocking his way on the road to the summit.

If Jiang Li loses, the person who blocks his way will take over from Jiang Li and continue to climb to the top, and will once again face the test of being blocked by five people.

And once you step onto this ladder, you will no longer receive off-field assistance. You will fight five consecutive battles until you are defeated, and no medical practitioner will come to help you recover. The only things you can rely on are elixirs and yourself.

If you don’t have a certain level of strength that exceeds that of products in the same price range, it is actually quite difficult to reach the top.

And because of the rumor that Jiang Li was attacked, most cultivators regarded him as a weakling.

As long as one defeats a person who is still seriously injured, there is a chance of reaching the top. Naturally, the competition for the qualification to be the roadblocker is fierce.

The one standing in front of him now was a monk from Cihang Temple, with the Buddhist name Zhengtu. People in the world knew him as a monk who kept the precepts and did not kill.

Jiang Li had also heard about this man from his fellow apprentices. It was said that he was very famous in the competition and was even considered by many to be a favorite to win the championship.

It’s just that although this man clearly claimed to abide by the precepts and not kill, it seemed that the casualty rate among the monks who fought against him was very high.

Few of the monks who had fought against him were left intact.

Jiang Li walked forward and greeted the other party.

Observing the opponent's body up close, I have to say that Cihang Temple's physical training methods are quite good.

This body of muscles is simply like a mountain of flesh piled up piece by piece. At least from the appearance point of view, both his body shape and muscle development are much more exaggerated than Jiang Li.

Jiang Li himself put on a disciple uniform that was one size larger, and his strong body did not look out of place, but the other person's uniform was just a few pieces of cloth barely draped over his body, and its function was limited to decoration.

"I heard that Junior Brother Jiang Li is also a physical practitioner. We would like to have a good sparring match today. Please!"

The other party spread out his hands and led Jiang Li to the stage beside.

"Brother Zhengtu, you're welcome, please!"

Beneath their modest and friendly appearance, there was a sense of confrontation.

Cihang Temple has always been the recognized leader of physical cultivation in Dachongshan, and almost no one can surpass it! The Buddhist techniques and physical cultivation complement each other and have made a great name for themselves in the world of immortal cultivation.

Since ancient times, there has been no first in literature and no second in martial arts. This situation made Cihang Temple very dissatisfied.

Even though the monks in Cihang Temple chant Buddhist mantras every day, their vigorous blood energy determines that they will not have gentle personalities.

They usually abstain from greed, anger, ignorance and hatred, but with just one phrase "angry Vajra" they can become righteously furious.

Ever since they had a conflict with Elder He's lineage over the status of physical cultivators, this group of monks would want to compete with them whenever they had the chance to prove their own dominant position as physical cultivators.

The two men turned and walked into the arena next to the stairs.

When the monk Zhengtu turned around, he exposed the four door-shaped swords he had been carrying on his back.

The monk Zhengtu was a little over two meters tall, and the four swords were almost the same height as him. When he walked, they would drag on the ground, creating a trail of sparks.

The width is even more astonishing. It is no exaggeration to say that even if Shenshan Qiuhua and Senior Sister Xiaosi hide behind the sword, they can be completely covered.

Hmm... Senior Sister Qiyu can't do that, she's too big.

Jiang Li glanced at the four stacked swords, and his expression became strange.

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It was the first time for him to see a monk using this kind of weapon, and he also saw a monk who claimed not to kill.

Then, are these four swords just for display? Looking at the trace of blood still left on the swords, it is obviously not the case.

As they entered the ring, the two of them immediately kept a distance between themselves. Because there was no referee in the arena, as soon as they entered the ring area, the fight began.

There's nothing much to say about being defeated by a surprise attack.

Clang! There was a sound of large pieces of fine iron colliding with each other, and the monk Zhengtu had already taken a broad-bladed sword in his hand.

He looked more like a butcher than a monk.

"I don't know how Senior Brother Zhengtu managed not to kill. Can you help me solve this puzzle?"

If you get hit by that thing, you'd need a very long lifeline to be lucky enough to survive.

Jiang Li still felt a little uncomfortable looking at the bloody weapon, so he asked.

The monk Zhengtu opened his mouth wide, made a standard "Oli Gei" smile, then raised his hand and threw the big knife out.

The door panel sword fell on a corner of the ring, and the all-metal handle was directly inserted into the ground, leaving only the wide blade with a height of 1.8 meters standing there.

Then there were three more metallic vibrations, and the other three big swords were also thrown out.

Four big swords were placed in four directions of the arena, with the blades facing inward, surrounding the two people standing opposite each other.

"Well, it's okay to tell you, Junior Brother, because the knife is not in my hand, and I never swing it. The monks who fought with me all committed suicide by bumping into the blade."

"As for why they have such a profound enlightenment, Junior Brother will soon find out."

Oli Gei’s smile disappeared in an instant, but despite his huge body, he still burst out with terrifying speed.

In just the next second, a smile that had turned cruel and brutal appeared in front of Jiang Li, and then a hand full of wrinkles pushed towards his chest.

Judging from the direction he was pushing, he wanted to push Jiang Li towards the big knife behind him, so that he would hit it and be cut in half.

Jiang Li was speechless about this forced enlightenment.

Buddhism’s specious arguments and double standards really leave one speechless.

Jiang Li dodged the big hand, turned behind the other person, and raised his hand to push forward.

It immediately accelerated the opponent's momentum, which was already fast to a level that was difficult to stop.

It is obvious that Zheng Tu's control over his own speed is far inferior to Jiang Li's.

After being pushed from behind, the burly body couldn't stop at all and crashed straight into the blade.

Phew!

The physical cultivator's hot blood splashed into the sky, and the opponent's chest directly hit the blade that was nearly as long as his height.

The broad sword was still extremely sharp and easily broke through the body cultivator's skin. The blade was deeply embedded in it, and hot blood gushed out, dyeing the broad blade bright red.

"Helping people to achieve enlightenment, that's what you do, right? Senior Brother Zhengtu, you're right. This feeling of not killing has really made me feel a lot calmer."

"After all, it was you who bumped into it, right?"

Jiang Li had a smile on his face, as if he really understood some philosophy and was quite enlightened.

The monk Zhengtu, who heard this, did not dare to breathe or speak, because the blade was still embedded in his body. Even the slightest movement would cause his injuries to become more serious.

Puff! A large amount of blood spurted out from his body again.

This guy had multiple open holes in his chest and abdomen, and even a small cut was made in his bladder.

But even this kind of injury seemed to be just that for a physical cultivator, and was not enough to defeat him.

He held the blade with both hands, one on the left and one on the right, and actually pulled himself out from the blade.

An uninterrupted line of blood from top to bottom seemed to split the opponent in half, but the burly figure still did not fall down.

Jiang Li gave him a thumbs up, this guy is a ruthless person.

The muscles at the cut surface of the wound were tensed, and they squeezed hard to block the narrow wound, stopping the bleeding and allowing him to barely fight.

"Come again! I was just careless just now!"

Zheng Tu raised his head and looked towards Jiang Li, ready to use the majesty of a furious King Kong to get back his dignity.

But the next moment, Jiang Li's hand appeared on his chest and gently pushed him forward.

The monk Zheng Tu was hit by the huge blade again. The blade was seven points deep into his bones! If it was a little deeper, he would be split in half on the spot.

"Is this... the end?"

"How is it possible that the monk who keeps the precepts was defeated so quickly?"

"Isn't he at the top of the list... badly injured?"

A large number of monks at the foot of the mountain were shocked when they saw this magical fight, and they could not understand it at all.

With Jiang Li's current body movement speed, it was already very difficult for a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage to catch even a glimpse of his shadow. Most of the ordinary cultivators watching the battle at the foot of the mountain didn't even see what he did.

They only saw that the monk who had been notorious in the competition before, inexplicably bumped into his own sword, and then after just two hits, he lost the strength to fight again and was defeated cleanly.

Some people even thought that this strange battle situation was because the monk Zhengtu had killed too many people with the method of "not killing" before, so he was now controlled by his inner demons and actually committed suicide.

The look of his defeat was just as tragic as those monks he had defeated before. The horrific wounds were enough to make one's scalp tingle just by looking at them.

After leaving the arena, Jiang Li continued to climb the stairs.

Not long after he walked, another cultivator and an arena appeared in front of him.

What surprised him a little was that this person seemed to be a casual cultivator.

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