The old man opposite him couldn't help but smile. Even when facing his master, the little sword crazy still didn't care much about it.

This innocent sword heart is good, but not bad.

Forget it, the disciple has his own blessing. I don’t worry about my happiness. Fu Yuan thought so, but when he thought about a certain place, he still said to Wu Shifang.

"My teacher has already explained to you that you should try your best to strive for it. In the past, according to your sword technique, it is enough to make it into the top three. However, even my teacher can guess that this time it is related to the Tianzhu in advance. Of course, those hidden families can do it too. Those ancient monsters will also be born, so don't be careless."

Wu Shifang did not remove his eyes from the sword. He patiently and with a little piety, but replied: "Don't worry, Master, I know what I know in my heart."

Fu Yuan is the city lord of this Liancheng. He doesn't care about the so-called face, but only cares about the future of his disciples. But since this little guy Shifang said this, he no longer talks.

This time he came out of seclusion was for this big competition from his disciples.

The geniuses of human race are all dragons and phoenixes, but they are underestimated, but they are also mentally sensible. If they are small in Shifang but really encounter setbacks, their disciples will only develop extraordinary fighting spirit, and will not be damaged in the Taoist heart, which will be a bit of tempering.

"Stupid disciple, just hold your Chixiao for the rest of your life."

Fu Yuan snorted coldly, then disappeared.

Wu Shifang was handsome and his breath had reached the completion of the Nascent Soul. He was as light as smoke and mist, with a sense of emptiness that was not in the heart of all things, but his eyes were burning and even a little fanatic about the sword in his arms.

Of course, he had to compete with Tianzhu, and comprehend under Tianzhu, and briefly touched the origin of the world rules, and he wanted to use it to prove his own swordsmanship.

...

Three or four days after Pei Xihe left the seclusion, Ying Fei also came out with the breath of the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul.

Her eyes flashed and flew like a phoenix.

Pei Xihe participated in the battle arena, and the name she signed up was naturally the battle arena. The requirement of this battle arena is to spread the world. Fortunately, every competition in the arena did not have any requirements for age.

The Nascent Soul monk has a life of thousands of years. Her identity and Pei Xihe are both over 300 years old. In fact, she is only in her eighties now, and most of the time she is in seclusion takes up.

"Tsk tsk, this talent is really enviable. The last time I met you and I were still a small level, but now I have reached the perfection of Nascent Soul a few days before me."

Her face was as bright as jade and her expression was calm. She said that this was not really envious, but just sighing.

Pei Xihe smiled and replied, "I just took advantage of the fire power on my body, and I will just refine the medicinal power and spiritual energy faster. Moreover, you, a fourth-grade alchemist, are you envious of me? If you say it, you will be ashamed of the monk next to you."

Ying Fei laughed out loud, it was natural. When she first entered this immortal temple, she had just entered the early stage of the Nascent Soul, and the dangers of the death in the immortal temple were endless, but the opportunity was also rich. In less than twenty years, she had already reached the perfect state from the early stage. She only needed to continuously deepen the sensing of the soul and the Nascent Soul, and then the transformation of the gods was expected.

In the original world, there is no great fortune, but it may not be possible in thirty years.

She has always been absolutely confident in herself and is never inferior to anyone.

The fox interrupted them and said, "You each divided a ray of thought power to me. I will inject it into the formation with myself. This will form a mark in your consciousness sea. If you encounter a dangerous situation, you can re-enter the formation and then be hidden in the earth veins. Even the Mahayana monks cannot find it. Even if you go to the royal city, you can break through the sky."

Upon hearing this, Ying Fei and Pei Xihe both drew out a wisp of their own thoughts and handed them to the fox.

Pei Xihe's mind power is like a thin silver-purple thread, mysterious and magnificent, while Ying Fei's mind power is like red crystal red jade, with a little burning aura.

The fox stretched out his claws and took it, and a wisp of his white gold fox thought was also pulled out. Three thought powers were then pinched by him and fell into the ground. The lotus city was originally built on the refining of the earth veins.

Soon the mind power merged into the formation hidden deep in the earth veins. The two and the fox each reacted, and a mark appeared in the sea of ​​consciousness, and some inspiration was produced with this formation.

"It's done."

The fox said, then slumped on the ground, not tired, but just that he felt comfortable.

"Then you will have to enter the competition."

Pei Xihe and Ying Fei both made each other and curled their lips and smiled.

"Don't worry."

...

The competition held in Liancheng was held in the city lord's mansion, and there was a battle in the open air on the highest building in the center.

Pei Xihe flew up until he landed on the table and looked back. The clouds and mists were lingering outside the pavilion and at a very high place. The cultivator had excellent eyesight and could even see the scenery outside the city.

The mountains are towering green, the sky is coming out, the flying pavilions flowing elixirs, and the ground is facing no ground, nothing else.

This is to avoid excessively fierce fighting that will harm the city people in the city. Most of the people have shallow cultivation, and the aftermath of the Nascent Soul Fighting is likely to cause death. A spiritual weapon records all the scenes here and can be passed on to the people to watch to show fairness.

Pei Xihe passed five passes and killed six generals. Her combat power was far beyond the realm. Moreover, she was still the highest cultivation level allowed in this competition, which could be said to be a thrust over and overwhelmed everyone.

Even the city lord Fu Yuan, who was observing secretly, couldn't help but look at him sideways, and even had some thoughts in his mind, so he secretly used authority and made some arrangements.

He was born in a Class B city and had such a genius. He was sure that his disciple had the ability to compete for the top three in the royal city, but he wanted to try whether there would be another genius in Liancheng who would compete for the top three this year.

Pei Xihe looked at the oncoming cultivator. The game lasted for fourteen days. This was her seventh opponent. In the first six competitions, they were all cultivators of the Nascent Soul Perfection and the late stage of Nascent Soul Perfection. This person is no exception. He is the Nascent Soul Perfection.

Her eyes flashed slightly, and she noticed some unusual aura. Now it was the end of the game. As a dark horse that emerged, she attracted attention and entered the last four-person competition.

The four cultivators will fight against the other three on the last game. The four players will have six competitions in total. Each win will be accumulating one point. The loser will not deduct points. The six competitions will end. The top three will be selected to win based on the accumulated scores.

What Pei Xihe saw was Wu Shifang.

He was wearing green clothes, his body was as vigorous as green bamboo, handsome and calm, and his whole body was filled with a misty breath.

Holding the sword in his arms, he nodded slightly to Pei Xihe and bowed.

"Wu Shifang, please give me advice."

Pei Xihe bowed and replied, "Lian Ran, please give me advice."

Let's talk, Wu Shifang's aura suddenly changed. He shook hands in his arms, pulled the sword out of the scabbard with his right hand, and a cold light flashed brightly. He seemed to have an uncaptured faint cloud aura, but now he looked like a tiger from the mountain and a dragon from the sea.

Chixiao, Emperor Dao Sword.
Chapter completed!