Qingzhou.
In a huge flying boat, people from the nine major immortal sects gathered together.
There are not only Nascent Soul Masters among them, but also the leaders of each of the nine major immortal sects.
It is no exaggeration to say that if someone kills all the people in this flying boat, the world of immortal cultivation will usher in a major earthquake, and even the God of Transformation may appear.
But all the cultivators in this flying boat understood that these seniors with distinguished status and high cultivation were not the protagonists of today.
The real protagonists must be the ten Jindan realm geniuses nominated and selected by the Immortal Sect. They will represent the human race's immortal cultivation world in a life-and-death battle with the demon race and even the Pantheon, fighting for the interests of the entire human race.
No matter how discordant the voices were within the human race before the war, now that they have set out, they have only one identity.
For the future heroes of the human race.
The interior of the flying boat did not seem deserted at this time. With the naked eye, people from various sects could be seen walking around everywhere, wearing different clothes, which were enough to make people recognize the disciples of one's own sect at a glance. They were like a group of colorful sparrows, gathering together to chat.
Even the Nascent Soul Masters, who were extremely difficult to meet in the past, are now counted in piles here.
Compared to those energetic young guys, these old guys who have lived longer have richer experience and knowledge, and time has taken away a lot from them.
Loved ones, relatives, friends, and even teachers and seniors.
After practicing for a long time, it is not easy to be able to call someone a fellow Taoist.
They hold important positions in their respective sects, but they do have some interactions with each other.
The nine major immortal sects are superior to other sects, but they are relatively peaceful when they are with their own people. It cannot be said that anyone looks down on anyone, it’s just that their focus is different.
When those familiar faces who may have been familiar with each other for hundreds of years gather here, they naturally cannot avoid communicating and discussing.
Overall, the atmosphere inside the flying boat is generally happy and relaxed.
Obviously, the nine major immortal sects unanimously believed that they had a great chance of winning this life and death competition, and it could even be said that it was impossible to lose.
They neither underestimated the Pantheon nor sent out their strongest geniuses. Among them was an invincible formation maniac in the Golden Core Realm who had been tested too many times.
No matter how you look at it or think about it, the advantage is on my side.
On one side of the flying boat, in a bright and spacious hall, a few sparse figures were standing there.
At first glance, other places are quite lively, but this place maintains a rare silence.
Others were very conscious and did not approach here. Many disciples only glanced over with admiration. After occasionally making eye contact with the people here, they looked away like frightened little rabbits, their faces flushed.
In the slightly weird atmosphere, everyone looked at each other, and finally one of the waiting people spoke impatiently.
"I say, we are all here, where is Kong Zhai from the Changsheng Sect? I want to see what this peerless genius who can be in seclusion for three years looks like, how come he doesn't even show up? It's already this late, why are you still pretending?"
A man in a white robe with a sharp sword woven with gold and silver threads on the left side of his chest looked around several times and said with some dissatisfaction.
From the way he was dressed, one could tell that he was a disciple of the Sword Sect, and the strongest among the younger generation in the sect.
The Sword Sect is particularly good at killing, and in terms of attacking skills alone, it is almost the best among the nine immortal sects.
Although Taoism and Buddhism have a profound and extensive foundation, their murderous aura is not as strong as that of the Sword Sect, and they regard fighting as a shortcut to the great way.
If there was no Zhen Chi, his name would most likely be listed alongside the Saint Maiden Tianji and the Saint Maiden Hehuan.
Unfortunately, he had the bad luck to meet Zhen Chi and live in the same era as him.
In front of Dao Yun Jin Dan and Jin Dan Wu Di, Jian Zong's killing skills were suddenly suppressed.
You have to accept it.
As the chief of the Sword Sect, I have never felt so invisible in my life.
When those extremely brilliant, sun-like geniuses shine, the light they emit will inevitably overshadow the stars, even if those stars are equally extraordinary. In the world of immortal cultivation, there is only the best, not the almost! Everyone's eyes will naturally focus on the strongest person, this has become a matter of course. Sometimes, the distance between them is like a chasm.
"I heard that Kong Zhai's three-year golden elixir is better than the disciples of Changsheng Sect who have been trained for a hundred years. Now he has been enlightened for three years, I also want to meet him."
A monk in a monk's robe and with an ancient appearance clasped his hands together and said, "I wonder what mysteries he has comprehended in the past three years."
"Three years of enlightenment. Tsk tsk, you can expect to become a god! And you want to participate in the life and death competition of the Golden Core Realm. Isn't that a bit too much for the demon race? The Pantheon will not deny you, right?"
The chief of Dao Sect also followed suit with a joke.
"What are you guys talking about? Why are you so anxious to have a fight with your own people before we even get on the life-and-death ring?"
Wang Qianjun, who was also here, wanted to stand up for Gu Dan.
It’s not that he thinks Gu Dan can definitely do it, but Gu Dan is his friend, and he once helped him out when he saw injustice despite the risk of his own life.
Although he didn't need it, he still accepted the favor.
There are not many people that Wang Qianjun can consider as his friend, and Kong Zhai is one of them.
Besides that, if we were to say who benefited the most from the Changsheng Sect being delayed for three years besides Gu Dan, that person would undoubtedly be Wang Qianjun.
If there had not been these three years of delay, it would have been quite difficult for him to become the tenth candidate, the only one sent out from outside the nine immortal sects.
Fortunately, the delay of the Changsheng Sect gave him time to continue to grow stronger, and he successfully won the last spot belonging to the Daxian Sect.
This can be considered as a favor, even though Kong Zhai himself may not know it.
"How dare someone who sneaked in to speak?"
Wang Qingtian, the chief of the Sword Sect, glared at him and said, "Why, do you two want to huddle together for warmth? Why don't you ask the Pantheon if they are willing to let you go together?"
"Hold your uncle."
Wang Qianjun spoke in the most vulgar language possible, not taking this guy seriously at all. "Didn't your dead father teach you how to talk? Call me grandpa, and I might consider teaching you."
Although monks have high levels of cultivation, they cannot avoid being away from the mundane world.
Most of the old friends and relatives of the geniuses have long passed away, and the path to immortality is ultimately a path of self-cultivation.
This curse word is quite vicious.
Is it so great that the chief of the Sword Sect is so great?
If you have the guts, raise your sword against me now and see if the Sword Sect's leader can chop you into eight pieces.
"you!"
In just a moment, Wang Qingtian's face turned completely dark, a sharp aura surged out of his body, and his eyes were as sharp as a sword drawn from its sheath.
However, Wang Qianjun just looked at him with a half-smile, and said in a nonchalant manner: "Are you anxious? Come on, I'll stand here and you can chop me. You can chop me as much as you want. If you don't dare to chop me, I will look down on you."
The Sword Sect was indeed great, but how much did that have to do with the Sword Sect's chief? Was he qualified to give orders to the Sword Sect? The Chongyue Sect was no pushover.
What's more, his father is still alive and well. He is not only a Nascent Soul Master, but also the leader of the Chongyue Sect. He has a long and blessed life. It can be said that when he scolded others, he accurately avoided causing any harm to himself.
As for offending people, he is really skilled at it.
Do you know what a famous lunatic in the world of immortal cultivation means? There are many people who are unhappy with him, so who is the chief of the Sword Sect?
Do you really think that you are from one of the nine great immortal sects, and that when you humiliate others, they have to swallow their anger? Today I will tell you that the masters of the great sects are still masters!
Wang Qingtian was furious and wished he could chop Wang Qianjun to pieces right now.
Unfortunately, it can’t be chopped.
"After the life and death arena, if you can survive..."
Wang Qingtian gritted his teeth, clenching his fists and making a crackling sound. "If you have the guts, don't leave. Let's fight again!"
"Did you get kicked in the head by a donkey? You want to fight me? I still want to fight with your dead father. How about this, let's both bring our own fathers and try it together? Don't say I'm bullying you."
Wang Qianjun said without hesitation.
He has been active in the world of immortal cultivation for more than a hundred years and has never lost a fight of words!
As we all know, the purpose of a war of words is to play to your strengths, avoid your weaknesses, and make others angry in order to win.
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How many fathers do you have that can make you as arrogant as me?
It is a great rebellion to not use your father! When you go out, you have to look not only at your ability, but also at your background and connections!
He has the ability, a good background, and the relationship between him and his father can be said to be the most solid one, which is enough for him to run rampant without caring about other people's opinions.
If you can’t compare in strength, then compare in background. If you can’t compare in background, then compare in biological father. A biological father is at the Nascent Soul Venerable level. Are you envious, boy?
Anyway, there is always one that is suitable for a war of words and is enough to make him invincible.
When had Wang Qingtian ever been humiliated like this? Ever since he became a genius, everyone around him was respectful and even his master rarely said anything harsh to him.
But at this moment his face had suddenly turned red, and he looked like a nearly mad beast. His red eyes stared at Wang Qianjun without blinking, and his extremely sharp aura became more and more obvious, like a sword hidden in a box that could be drawn out at any time.
However, Wang Qianjun was not afraid at all. He looked at him with a smile, fearless, and even hooked his finger, "Come on if you don't agree. I'll take your surname if I make a move."
"My two Taoist friends, the life and death arena is just around the corner. It's better not to make enemies with each other at this time, right?"
A pleasant and gentle voice came from the side, as if some musical instrument was playing, carrying a soothing power.
Luo Qingyin, the Holy Maiden of the Hehuan Sect, walked over. Now that she was no longer covered by the holy light, her body was filled with the aura of Taoism, and she was like a bright moon lost in the world, so beautiful that it was beyond words.
That is the tangible manifestation of the unity of body and Tao. The Holy Lady Hehuan of this generation is also extraordinary, and is also a prominent figure in the entire world of immortal cultivation. Almost everyone wants to know which young genius the Holy Lady Hehuan prefers in her heart, and who will be lucky enough to practice dual cultivation with her.
As for her appeal among the younger generation, even formation fanatics have to step back a little in front of her. With her unparalleled charm and spiritual essence, as well as her special status as the Holy Lady of Hehuan, no one wants to offend her.
"Tsk, what a pity that there was no fight."
Seeing Luo Qingyin speak, Tianji Saint Lady Ying Yaoyao held her little face in her hands and curled her lips in disappointment, totally enjoying the fun.
"Hey, why are you pretending to be dumb? Why don't you teach them a lesson?"
Ying Yaoyao, who didn't see the excitement, started to add fuel to the fire. He turned his eyes to Zhen Chi who was sitting there motionless, "It seems that they ignored you on purpose. I can't stand it if it were me. How can a Jindan realm person have the right to speak with them, don't you think?"
Zhen Chi glanced at Ying Yaoyou calmly and said, "Little kid."
Then he closed his eyes, too lazy to speak anymore.
No one knew what was wrong with this Saint Maiden of Tianji. Ever since she ran to Yuantian Realm, her mind seemed to have been affected and remained similar to her appearance.
In the past, he would occasionally become a little normal, but now he has become even more naughty.
However, she also has a "weak spot", which is that she can't stand others saying that she is small.
What's small?
Huh? How is it smaller?! What's wrong with being a little tender? Did I eat your rice?
"Who are you talking about, Old Winter Melon?"
Ying Yaoyao jumped up, his eyebrows raised, his teeth clenched, and his fists raised.
“I’ll go.”
Luo Qingyin, who had just suppressed a fierce battle, had no time to catch her breath before the fire started again behind her. She turned around helplessly and hugged the struggling Ying Yaoyao.
"Let me go! I want to fight this guy to the death! Old Winter Melon, apologize to me, or you will be in trouble today!"
Ying Yaoyao struggled hard, trying to break free from the arms of Luo Qingyin, who was envied by so many people.
But Luo Qingyin didn't let go at all, and said with a bit of a smile: "Zhen Chi, she is also easily affected by the world, why do you have to argue with her?"
"I didn't expect that she wouldn't become normal even when it came to a life-and-death duel."
Zhen Chi shrugged and said innocently.
"Who are you calling abnormal? Take my punch, old winter melon!"
All the wise men gathered in the small room.
But the atmosphere didn't seem too cheerful.
These geniuses are the best in their respective sects, but when they gather together, they are bound to compete with each other.
Perhaps this is what is meant by "there can't be two tigers in one mountain, and kings cannot meet each other."
Fortunately, the life and death arena does not require cooperation among everyone, relay is the mainstream.
The geniuses all have their own pride, and asking them to cooperate with each other might even do more harm than good.
In this case, fighting on their own is the most correct choice. After all, one has to walk alone to become an immortal, so cooperation with each other is not that important.
Amidst the noise, the flying boat finally came to a slow stop.
In Qingzhou, a battlefield with an area of one hundred miles has already been demarcated.
The life and death arena is just a description. The combat range is over a hundred miles. There is no real arena here.
Many monks inevitably need space to move around, so it is better to set aside a battlefield for life and death competition.
"The battlefield has arrived. Please ask all the major immortal sects to recommend the geniuses to show up."
A sound loud enough to echo throughout the entire flying boat spread out.
The several geniuses who had been confronting each other in the hall finally maintained superficial peace and filed out one after another.
Gu Dan, who had been practicing in his own retreat room, finally came in front of everyone and faced the countless scrutinizing eyes calmly and peacefully. (End of this chapter)