Not to mention Meng Shentong who was in a daze holding the wine bottle, even Li Xiuyuan who fell to the ground was stunned with shock!

Never mind that this sword of reincarnation, which I have never understood, can also absorb the divine thunder from heaven and earth?!

If I had known this, why would I have to suffer so much?

But before he could figure it out, there was another "Boom!" loud noise, and dozens of purple divine thunder fell from the sky again.

Li Xiuyuan's entire body was blown away by the purple thunder! Even the Buddhist golden body had cracks appearing, but this time what spewed out from the cracks was not blood, but a stream of rich purple energy!

Li Xiuyuan fell from mid-air to the snow, and his whole body was wrapped in thick purple energy. Before the divine light from the sky descended, there was no wound visible on his body!

"Om, ah, hum..."

A burst of solemn Buddhist scriptures rang out from heaven to earth, and the entire Tianhuang Mountains were enveloped by a huge Buddha light.

The calamity clouds in the sky gradually dispersed, and a colorful divine light descended from the sky!

A golden phoenix silhouette slowly rises against the colorful divine light falling from the sky!

This was the second time Meng Shentong saw Li Xiuyuan's golden phoenix. Even though he had seen it once, he was still shocked when he saw it again!

Li Xiuyuan, who had fallen to the ground, was holding flowers in one hand and spreading them out in the other, like a god or Buddha coming to the world and bathing in the divine light falling from the nine heavens.

Ten thousand Buddha lights gradually disappeared, and the purple energy in Li Xiuyuan's body slowly returned to his body.

At this moment, he was a phoenix reborn after true nirvana. A faint phoenix fire rose up on him, and then quickly disappeared.

Meng Shentong, who had witnessed the miracle, nodded with satisfaction, thinking that only such a disciple could take on the genius of the Snowfield Holy Land, and only then could he find his own opportunity in the Snowy Field ruins.

The colorful divine light in the sky gradually faded away, and the golden phoenix flying in the sky also flew into Li Xiuyuan and his body with a cry.

Slowly, Li Xiuyuan, who fell to the ground, opened his eyes, took out a clean gown and put it on.

Meng Shentong didn't say much. A breeze blew up, and the master and apprentice left the place in just an instant.

Regardless of whether someone would come to peep, the master and the apprentice were leaving the Tianhuang Mountains as quickly as possible.

After all, the competition in Tianyun Mountain is still going on, and Meng Shentong wants to introduce everything that happened these days to Li Xiuyuan.

"Teacher, are you too impatient?" Li Xiuyuan shouted in the wind as he came and went in a hurry.

"Something serious has happened to our sect, and we are waiting for your help!" Meng Shentong ignored him, but speeded up and headed towards Tianyun Mountain.

...

The master and apprentice came back and forth, and it was almost late by the time they were sitting in the bamboo shed on the mountain behind Zhufeng.

While Meng Shentong was making tea, he looked at Li Xiuyuan who was still in a daze and couldn't help but sigh.

He asked seriously: "You have already achieved Phoenix Nirvana for the third time, why are you still not condensing your spiritual veins?"

Li Xiuyuan touched his bald head and smiled bitterly: "Is it possible that we have to wait until the disciple reaches Nirvana? That would be too long, right?"

Even Li Xiuyuan doesn't know what spiritual veins are at the moment, let alone what immortal veins are.

In the end, I have to ask my master, the old Taoist priest, for advice on my cultivation. After all, Xuanwu Continent is just a guest passing by in a hurry.

"Forget it, let's not talk so much right now. Let's talk about some of the major events that have happened in the sect these days."

Meng Shentong poured spiritual tea for the two of them, looked at him and spoke slowly.

At this moment, in the main hall of Zongmen Square, the headmaster and others have gathered here again, waiting for the start of today's last competition.

To Nalan Ruoyu's surprise, Wang Qiang, the senior brother of Tianyun Mountain, fought to a draw with Ouyang Jian of Snowfield Holy Land.

Yao Zun's female disciple Hanako finally lost to Ouyang Manxue of Snowfield Holy Land after half an hour of hard fighting. Adding to the three games yesterday, Tianyun Mountain and Snowfield Holy Land were now tied with four losses and one draw.

If we lose the third game today, there will be no need to continue the competition tomorrow.

The headmaster looked at Nalan Ruoyu who was sitting beside him and asked, "Are you sure who will be in the last round?"

Nalan Ruoyu looked at the empty high platform and replied quietly: "Of course she is my new daughter-in-law, Miss Chen. Don't worry, my master, she has been practicing swordsmanship for half a winter."

The headmaster almost fell down on his chair when he heard this. He frowned and asked, "Is there any use in cramming for the rest of the winter?"

Nalan Ruoyu thought for a while and said softly: "If your eldest disciple had been willing to listen to Ping An and practice swordplay with him, maybe he wouldn't have been seriously injured in the morning scene!"

The headmaster was stunned when he heard this, looked at her and asked blankly: "Isn't it so magical... She won this game, and there will be four more games tomorrow..."

Nalan Ruoyu clapped her hands, looked in the direction of Zhufeng and said, "Didn't I make a bet with the headmaster? Tomorrow's four games will all be handed over to Zhufeng's disciples!"

The headmaster couldn't help but tremble when he heard this, and then said softly: "If junior sister's disciples win the next five competitions, how about replacing you as the headmaster in the future?"

"You think so beautifully!"

Nalan Ruoyu blurted out, "No way, I'm used to being free, so don't try to make me think otherwise, or I'll take them to travel around the world."

Ouyang Chongming, who was sitting next to Yuan Zun, recalled the burst of calamity clouds rolling towards Tianhuang Mountain, and his eyelids twitched.

I couldn't help but ask: "Master Yuan Zun, I think the thunderstorms on Tianhuang Mountain today are very scary?!"

Yuan Zun looked at him and smiled and said: "Don't worry, the elders of Tianyun Mountain are all here to watch the competition. No one will choose to break through in this ice and snow."

Looking in the direction of Tianhuang Mountain, Yuan Zun couldn't help but say: "Even when I broke through to Mahayana, I never experienced such a terrifying thunder disaster..."

"Could it be the big monster on Tianhuang Mountain?"

Ouyang Chongming thought for a while and thought that if it wasn't the human monks who caused the disturbance, it would be the big monster deep in the Tianhuang Mountain.

"Who knows? As long as they don't trouble me!"

Yuan Zun turned around in his mind and thought that he hadn't seen the old man in the library all day today... If the old man breaks through again, I'm afraid there won't be many opponents in the entire Xuanwu Continent, right?

While I was talking, the time had come.

Dressed in a white dress, with willow eyebrows and phoenix eyes, and a cold face, Snowfield disciple Ouyang Manxue slowly walked onto the high platform above the square.

Amid the exclamations of the crowd and the cheers of the Snowfield Holy Land disciples, Ouyang Manxue, holding a spiritual sword in his hand, greeted the elders in front of the hall.

Then he turned around and looked at the thousands of people under the high platform and said, "Senior Sister Tianyunshan, please give me some advice!"

As she fell, Chen Xiaoyan, who was holding Xiao Ling'er's hand, put down Xiao Ling'er's hand and whispered: "Go to the main hall to find my master!"

After saying that, he walked out of the crowd and walked to the high platform step by step.

Nalan Ruoyu looked at Chen Xiaoyan in a red dress and smiled, and said to the head teacher: "Yan'er is several years older than Ouyang Manxue, but senior sister can bear this."

Ouyang Chongming, who was sitting aside, heard this and couldn't help asking: "This female doll turns out to be a disciple of Yu Zun? It's really rare!"

Ouyang Xuan, who was standing next to him, frowned slightly because he smelled a hint of danger in Chen Xiaoyan's steady steps.

This was an instinct he had developed over many years of adventure in the snowfields. However, even so, there was nothing he could do.

In his opinion, even if he loses the current match, tomorrow will be his Ouyang Xuan's world!

Nalan Ruoyu replied calmly: "She is only my youngest disciple, and there is another eldest disciple who is in retreat on the mountain!"

When Ouyang Chongming heard this, he felt as if there was a thunder above his head. He thought that his trump card had not yet been released, but he did not expect that the disciples in Tianyun Mountain were hiding in the dark.

They have been competing for two days, and they are about to lose this competition and lose ten years of worship in Loulan City...

Yu Zun's disciples can still safely practice in seclusion in the mountains. How much perseverance and determination does this require?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but glance at Ouyang Xuan next to him, wondering, could the war begin tomorrow?

Ouyang Xuan couldn't help but frown when he heard this. Just the sound of Yu Zun's retreat made him sigh in his heart.

Tianyun Mountain is about to lose Loulan City, and this guy still hasn’t come down from the mountain!

Everyone in the main hall was thinking about the battle that was coming tomorrow, while looking at the two women on the high platform.

One is as beautiful as snow in a white dress, and the other is like a phoenix in the fire. Both of them are unique and proud girls of heaven!

After walking up to the high platform and greeting everyone in the hall, Chen Xiaoyan turned around and cupped her fists with Ouyang Manxue and said, "Chen Xiaoyan, a disciple of Bamboo Peak in Tianyun Mountain, please ask the junior sister from Snowfield Holy Land for advice!"

After saying that, he quietly took out the long sword in his hand and pointed it diagonally at the high platform, waiting for the other party's reaction.

"Snowfield Holy Land Ouyang Manxue, please give me some advice, senior sister!"

After saying this, a voice broke out in anger! Ouyang Manxue's long sword, which had already been unsheathed, launched an attack on Chen Xiaoyan!

Both of them exploded at this moment. Ouyang Manxue's figure disappeared, and he rushed to Chen Xiaoyan, slashing straight at him with a sword!

But there is something special about this straight-cutting sword. It turns out that it is a sword move that everyone in Xuanwu Continent knows, called Youfeng Laiyi.

Feeling the fierce sword energy coming towards her, Chen Xiaoyan did not dare to be careless and stepped back with all her strength. Her feet left deep marks on the snow.

Then she saw a sword coming straight towards her face!

With her consciousness locked, the oncoming sword seemed to slow down a lot in Chen Xiaoyan's eyes. At this moment, she remembered what Li Xiuyuan said at the top of the Bamboo Peak: "Look at the opponent's sword with your heart!"

With careful attention, in her eyes, the oncoming Youfeng Laiyi was like the slowly falling snowflakes in the sky, allowing her to catch a trace of it.

Just when Ouyang Manxue's sword was about to hit him, the long sword in Chen Xiaoyan's hand gently deflected the opponent's move.

Looking into the eyes of thousands of disciples, it was the senior sister from Zhufeng who narrowly avoided the sword of the junior sister from Snowfield Holy Land.

Some people even exclaimed.

Even the headmaster in the main hall didn't see the mystery and couldn't help but glare at Nalan Ruoyu. Does that mean that a disciple like this can defeat his opponent?

Unexpectedly, Nalan Ruoyu smiled faintly and replied: "Don't panic!"

The headmaster looked at her and sighed, then turned to Yuan Zun, Sword Zun and Yao Zun and asked: "What do you think?"
To be continued...