"This is a good way to keep our sons and daughters alive."

It has evolved to this day and has formed a set of default rules.

No matter what the celebration party is, all other red tape and energy saving are omitted, and the only purpose of the party is to "fight".

Moreover, he was also the organizer of the celebration and was also fighting with guests from four other parties.

Xiaoqing has a small fight, Daqing has a big fight.

There are the most small celebrations, and the most common one is the Danjie celebration. Battles basically only happen between newly promoted Danjie and foundation-building monks.

The higher-level ones are celebrations of the tenth anniversary of the sect's birth, the centenary birthday of the sect's senior officials, etc.

No matter how high it is, there are only large-scale celebrations such as the centenary of the sect's birth.

The larger the celebration, the more "guests" will be invited to the party, and the greater the pressure the host family will have to bear.

This cannot be accomplished by just three or five facade managers, but requires a talent echelon with sufficient depth and thickness to be able to cope with the huge number of "guests."

"If you are brave enough, do Daqing!"

After understanding the true nature of this celebration, Cao Lie, Song Yang and others all looked at each other in shock.

Meng Zhou recalled what Xuanyuanzi reminded everyone a long time ago in the Sanchuan Plain. The senior officials of the Qingxuan Sect temporarily regarded the 90th anniversary of the Qingxuan Sect as the centenary celebration, so they wanted to recall the monks sent out to the sect in advance.

Meng Zhou and others didn't think too much about it at the time. Now that they understand the true nature of the celebration, they finally wake up belatedly.

"This is a pre-war training session!"

Of course, Jing Yun's words to them were much more reserved and not so thorough.

These were perfected by Meng Zhou and others based on his introduction and some information they had learned.

After briefly introducing the situation to Meng Zhou and others, Jing Yun looked up at the sky above his head, with a trace of worry on his face.

He wanted to find someone to analyze it, so he looked around and remembered some comments made by Master Xuanlin about "Ge Yaoshi" after the banquet that day, so he quietly moved his buttocks and sat closer to Meng Zhou.

Meng Zhou looked at him with some confusion.

Jing Yun asked in a low voice: "Fellow Daoist Ge, who do you think has a higher chance of winning, Master Yuanfeng or the Alchemy Sect?"

When Meng Zhou heard this, he looked at his face and asked, "Are you worried that your uncle Yuanfeng will be defeated?"

Jing Yun's expression became more gloomy, but he still nodded and said:

"In the past few years, all the monks from the Alchemy Sect who hold natal magic weapons and natal magic weapons, no matter which sect they fight against, their winning rate in the same level of fighting is over 80%."

Meng Zhou said: "Then there is still a 20% chance."

Jing Yun shook his head and said: "The remaining 20% ​​will end in a draw."

He said it calmly, but Meng Zhou could imagine that this "draw" should be similar to "die together".

Seeing how pessimistic he was about the outcome of this battle, Meng Zhou couldn't help but whisper:

"Fellow Daoist Yuanfeng took the initiative to enter the Gangfeng layer, is it really because the place cannot be used?"

Jing Yun was stunned and quickly asked: "Does Uncle Master have a special intention?"

Jing Yun looked at Meng Zhou with eyes full of expectation, but Meng Zhou shook his head and said:

"That's just my guess. I think only fellow Taoist Yuanfeng knows the specific purpose."

Not getting an answer, Jingyun frowned and thought hard.

At this moment, many monks suddenly raised their heads and looked at a certain area above their heads.

I saw that a fiery red sun seemed to have set in the fast-flowing wind.

And the fiery red color quickly spread to the surrounding area.

Soon, the Gangfeng layer above the main square was dyed red with a layer of red flames, as if the sky was on fire.

"The wind helps the fire, and the fire takes advantage of the power of the wind."

Meng Zhou, who was also watching the changes in the sky, thought in his heart.

Meng Zhou discovered that even without the help of the transparent moon mirror, the sensitivity of his spiritual consciousness was far higher than that of monks at the same level.

The strength of his soul may have been limited by his cultivation level, but the sensitivity of his consciousness has far exceeded the level expected of a monk in the early stages of pill formation.

Previously, while still on the spaceship, Meng Zhou noticed something strange in the Gangfeng layer.

However, seeing that no one responded, he didn't show it.

Just now, when Jing Yun asked for his opinion, he also discovered some clues. Coupled with his own insights on the practice, he had basically confirmed Yuan Feng's real plan for entering the Gangfeng layer.

And in that scene that was like burning the sky, a figure fell from the Gangfeng layer.

It was an almost burnt body.

And on top of this body stood Yuanfeng, who was in ragged clothes and riddled with holes.

Seeing this scene, the Qingxuan Sect disciples cheered loudly again.

Jingyun, who was originally full of worry, jumped up with excitement, opened his mouth wide, and roared in the direction of the Alchemy Sect, which was meaningless but seemed to have infinite meaning.

Yuan Feng stepped on the Alchemy Sect monk and fell quickly, but he was unable to step on him into the ground of the square.

The leading monk of the Alchemy Sect frowned, reached out and flicked his sleeves, and rolled his almost burned disciple to his side. A dark green jade bottle appeared in his hand, from which he poured out a few drops of spiritual liquid, and poured it into the opponent's body.

In the nostrils.

Although there was a long distance between them, Meng Zhou immediately made a judgment in his mind based on his unusual sensitivity to life and his familiarity with living creatures such as the White Lotus Spirit Essence.

"This should be a spiritual object with similar effects to the dew of life."

After receiving a few drops of spiritual liquid, the almost-scorched monk's qi, which seemed to be non-existent and seemed to be dissipated at any time, quickly stabilized.

Yuanfeng, who returned from the victory, was in a very bad condition as well. He almost fell to the ground without even being able to support himself back to his position.

Xuan Lin stretched out his hand to grab him, and made several false grabs on his body. Each time, the extremely sharp sword energy hidden deeply in Yuan Feng's body was pulled out.

While both sides were dealing with their wounded, the square did not become quiet.

A foundation-building monk from the Alchemy Sect jumped out, raised his hands to the Qingxuan Sect and said, "I wonder which fellow Taoist is willing to give me some advice!"

Soon, a Qingxuan Sect Foundation Builder with a cultivation level comparable to his jumped out.

The two soon began a fierce attack and defense.

Neither side's cultivation level has the strength to enter the Gangfeng layer, so they can only fight in the large square and in the airspace between the Gangfeng layer.

Although the Qingxuan Sect's foundation-building methods were equally impressive, the situation was one-sided in favor of the Alchemy Sect monks.

He controlled a flying sword of his own, forcing his opponent into a desperate situation little by little. He clearly had the absolute upper hand, but he did not end the battle, and instead blocked all the space his opponent could move.

The Qingxuanzong monk naturally understood that he would definitely lose this battle, but he persisted and refused to give up.

Finally, it was not until the man's mana, physical strength, spiritual power, and mental strength were all exhausted and he collapsed on the ground like a dead dog that the disciples of the Alchemy Sect took back the flying sword.

After politely cupping his fists and handing over his hands to the Qingxuanzong monk who was watching him, he returned to his position. His posture was indescribably cool and calm.

What greeted him was the cheers of the guests of the Alchemy Sect.

Immediately afterwards, a monk from the Soul-Controlling Sect who was in the early stage of forming pills jumped out again, and he released three spirit puppets that looked exactly like him. They stood in a square position with him, and each of the three spirit puppets moved toward the Qingxuan Sect at the same time.

Hold your fists and cup your hands.

"Provocation, this guy is definitely provoking!"

Meng Zhou heard Jing Yun muttering softly beside him. The next moment, he found that the place beside him was empty. Jing Yun, who was still sitting next to him, had appeared in the square.

After a long time, Jing Yun, covered in blood, returned to his position amidst the heroic cheers of his fellow disciples around him.

Because both of them were in the early stage of pill formation and did not dare to rashly lead the battle into the Gangfeng layer, everyone could see the entire battle clearly.

In terms of viewing pleasure alone, it is more exciting than the mid-stage battles of Yuan Feng and Yuan Gang.

They brought the battle to the Gangfeng layer at every turn, and everyone couldn't see it clearly. They could only see one result.

On the other side, there was no visible injury on his body, but the unconscious Jiedan of the Soul Controlling Sect was being carried back to the Soul Controlling Sect team by three spirit puppets that looked exactly like him.

Looking at it, it looks a bit weird and funny.

At this moment, several more fierce battles had passed in the field, and Jing Yun finally regained his composure.

Seeing his eager look, Meng Zhou praised him at the right time: "Brother Jingyun is so capable!"

Jing Yun chuckled and said, "It was a coincidence, otherwise, I would probably be the one lying down."

Meng Zhou shook his head and said: "In such a life-and-death fight, there is no coincidence, there is only victory and defeat."

Jing Yun was obviously very impressed by his words, but he still made some self-criticism.

Meng Zhou nodded in his mind, not getting carried away by this victory, and being able to clearly understand his own shortcomings, which is very commendable.

In the battle with the spirit master just now, Jing Yun did take a trick.

However, strictly speaking, it cannot be said to be a trick, but rather to take advantage of the opponent's inherent weaknesses.

At the beginning, it was four against one, and Jing Yun was the one at the bottom.

Although the fighting ability of the Spirit Controlling Sect monks is worse than Jing Yun's, the strength of each spirit puppet is also worse than Jing Yun's.
To be continued...