Drawing the ground into prison

The highlight of the Nine Sects Alliance was originally the competition between the Nine Sects on the Winter Solstice.

But the rich and noble sons exchanged their respects, and it was obvious that there was no dark horse to fight the nine sects alone. As long as the monks who had the opportunity to come to the Iron River Valley were basically here today; the monks who could not come also stayed before various magical instruments, waiting for the start of the showdown.

The warm winter sun shines on the mountain walls of the Tie River Valley. The surrounding area of ​​Baijiantai is crowded with people, and many new faces appear. Cheng Jiujiang and Song Chi both came to hear the news. Relying on the identity of Song Chi's inner gate of the Tie Lin Mansion, they occupied a good place on the side and looked forward to it.

Before the time came, the elders of the Nine Sects were arriving one after another.

Shangguan Lingye and a few girls came to the semi-hanging attic on the height of the cliff and sat down.

Jiang Yi and Wu Qingwan had just talked about some topics that were difficult to explain. At this time, their expressions were quite strange. They rarely sat on both sides of the attic, drinking tea without saying a word.

As a maid, Leng Zhu didn't speak, so she couldn't speak nonsense, so she could only look around strangely.

Tang Jingwen stood at the window, rubbing the fluffy and soft dumplings in his hand, looking at the crowds below, and spoke:

"There are so many people, and there are probably many real gods in it."

Shangguan Lingye leaned against the window, his plump buttocks were half sitting on the windowsill, his posture was a little lazy, and responded:

"There are many monks in the Immortal Realm, but those with advanced Taoism are all arranged in the private room. Those who can stand below and watch are actually not considered immortals."

Only those who enter the Wuzhu can control the world and begin to leave the category of mortals, so the monks above the Wuzhu can be called "Immortals"; however, that is just an ordinary person's opinion. In the eyes of the masters of the Nine Sects, even they are just people with higher Taoism.

Tang Jingyun was not very interested in the Tao of practice, and he seemed to understand it but didn't understand it. He looked at the many buildings on the cliff, wanting to see what the real gods looked like.

On the cliff, the attic is connected by a flying corridor. It is true that the elders of the Nine Sects can fly and escape from the earth, but others can also see clearly. They jump up and down in front of fellow Taoists of the same generation, which is a bit unstable, so this occasion is to walk with their feet like Shangguan Lingye.

After Tang Jingyan swept two rounds, his eyes focused on a group of monks who were going up the mountain. Half of the more than ten monks were women, and the leader was a lady in a peach-colored skirt. She dressed among many decent masters and looked like a witch, but it was not very evil when she looked closely.

The elders of the Nine Sects and even Qing Kui are mostly male, and few female cultivators can reach this position, which is naturally eye-catching.

Tang Jingyan glanced at him and asked, "That woman is also an immortal? She is dressed so beautifully."

"Ji~"

Tuanzi nodded and said that he was saying "slutty and slutty".

Shangguan Lingye turned around and glanced at him. Tang Jingwen was talking about Mrs. Hua Zhun in a pink dress with a streamer on her wrist, which really looked a bit gorgeous.

Behind Mrs. Hua Zhu were more than ten direct disciples and sect deacons who came to Taohuatan this time; the leader was a young disciple with a feminine face, wearing a white dress and holding a peach blossom fan. Although he was a man, he looked pretty and was frowning and listening to the teacher's teachings.

Shangguan Lingye wanted to eavesdrop on the tactics, but he couldn't hear them at all, so he explained:

"Mrs. Hua Zhuang of Taohuatan is hundreds of years old. Since the Peach Blossom Lord has hidden himself, she has been managing the house. It is said that she is a peach blossom spirit cultivated by the peach blossom tree, so she likes to wear pink skirts."

Tang Jingyan was stunned: "What does the Empress mean is she a fairy?"

Shangguan Lingye shook his head and said:

"In the path of practice, when you grow up like a human being, you are a human being, according to human rules. There are actually many spiritual creatures that have been cultivated into human form in the nine sects, but they don't like to be regarded as aliens and never indicate their identities, so they are just guessing. Strictly speaking, aren't they also birds?"

Tang Jingwen shook her head quickly. She never thought she was a bird, nor could she do it. She looked at Mrs. Hua Zhu curiously and asked again:

"Will peach trees bloom and bear peaches?"

The dumplings 'chirped' twice, as if saying 'Birds can't lay eggs even if they become humans', but Tang Jingyan bounced them down.

Shangguan Lingye thought about this issue before explaining:

"All spirits can achieve enlightenment, and carp can directly cultivate into divine dragons. In fact, there is no need to become a human-like appearance; becoming a human-like appearance is equivalent to being reborn and practicing according to human-like methods. The trees bloom and bear fruit for reproduction, so they should not produce peaches, and the possibility of having children is greater."

Tang Jingyan nodded in a vague way: "Oh... I feel weird when I marry a tree. If a man picks peach blossoms and eats peaches, in her opinion, is it similar to a monster eating a child?"

"The peach blossom pot specialty is peach blossom brew and fairy peach. There should be no such taboo. I don't know much about the specifics."

Tang Jingwen nodded slightly and wanted to ask about something else, but he heard a warm noise coming from below:

"Look, here we are here!"

"Left Sword Immortal..."

Leng Zhu hurried to the window when she heard the sound, Jiang Yi and Wu Qingwan also got up and squeezed over...

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The warm sun shines brightly in winter, sprinkling on the heads of thousands of monks outside the Iron Mansion.

Zuo Lingquan was wearing a black robe, with a sword hanging on his waist, and slowly walked across the long avenue between the crowd, and arrived before the Octagon Gate Tower.

When the weak side challenges the power, the people watching the fun will always stand on the weak side and cheer for him at this time.

Today must be a tough battle. Zuo Lingquan's goal is to at least defeat Shang Siming; Wolong and Nine Dragons are rumored to be too powerful, and it is difficult to surpass the three-day special training. Before he recklessly produced the "Sword 2", all he could do was to force Wolong out and see how big the gap was.

With Zuo Lingquan's arrival, the elders of the Nine Sects also appeared one after another.

Nangong Yue was still the referee, sitting in the middle of the high platform, with two more platforms beside him, stacked into a small hill, and a "Heaven Emperor Order". You can find Tiandi City to exchange for a magic weapon.

The elders of the nine sects sat on the high platform, and Li Chongjin and Qiu Fengqing were all among them.

At this moment, the one who most wanted Zuo Lingquan to wear the nine candied haws was the Yunshui Sword Pond that had lost all his face a few days ago.

After all, if Zuo Lingquan loses directly in the second game, it means that Yunshui Sword Pond ranks last in the ninth sect; if Zuo Lingquan can defeat a few more companies, Yunshui Sword Pond will naturally be more balanced in his heart. The distance in his heart is probably - it's not that my family can't beat, but that you can't beat, so no one can say anything about anyone.

Under the gaze of Li Chongjin and others, Zuo Lingquan walked to Situ Zhenhan, handed over the sword in a familiar way, and stood on the anti-cheating formation.

In just one moment, Zuo Lingquan's cultivation level was not improved, and the test results were no different.

As Zuo Lingquan's inspection was over, Taohuatan Hyacinth, holding a peach blossom fan, landed outside the Octagon Gate Tower and walked into the detection formation.

Soon, Situ sang and drank outside the formation in shock:

"Twenty-eight years old, three talent realm."

When the monks watched the words, their faces showed a look of surprise.

The three talent realm of Youhuang represents the refining of three five elements.

Li Chugui, the Yunshui Sword Pond, is the immortal sword embryo. The status of the Taohuatan sect is no worse than that of Yunshui Sword Pond. Qing Kui's five elements natal is definitely not worse than that of Li Chugui.

If you can compete with the state of suppressing the five elements, you will not be able to suppress the five elements. If there is the five elements in the three five elements, it will be difficult to fight.

Hyacinth has a feminine face and looks a little masculine, but her behavior is quite elegant. She walks out of the formation with a peach blossom fan in her hand and raises her hand and bows:

"In the Lower Hyacinth, Brother Zuo is lucky to meet."

Zuo Lingquan raised his hand and gave a greeting:

"Good luck."

Nangong Yue flew up from the high platform, landed outside the Octagon Gate Tower, raised his hand and pointed it at the eyebrows of Hyacinth, and began to press on the realm.

Zuo Lingquan took a long sword and waited quietly.

After the Hyacinth realm reached the sixth level of Linggu, he took a wooden stick and, under the attention of everyone, came to the Bianjiantai to stand firm.

When fighting on the sword platform, there is no special requirement for the starting distance between the two sides, as long as it does not go out of bounds.

Zuo Lingquan was still standing at the last position, but Hyacinth, a sorcerer, obviously did not dare to stand ten feet away from the martial arts cultivator to seek excitement like Li Chugui, and retreated directly to thirty feet away, leaving him with enough reaction time.

“Well…”

When the monks watched the scene, they were all booed.

Zuo Lingquan was also a little helpless and said:

"Brother Feng is a little too cautious."

Hyacinth acts within the rules, and naturally doesn't care about the ridicule of the onlookers. He smiled and said:

"Within ten feet, no one can avoid Brother Zuo's sword. Since it is a competition, Brother Zuo must give me a chance to take action."

Zuo Lingquan could actually walk forward and get close to Hyacinth, but that pulling would not be in line with the style of the swordsman, so he raised his hand cleanly and neatly:

"Zulingquan, Nanhuang."

Hyacinth raised its wooden stick and said:

"Taohuatan, Hyacinth."

The sword worship platform calmed down, and everyone held their breath and condensed their breath.

Nangong Yue sat on the high platform and raised his hand gently:

"start!"

Boom-

After the words came, a loud bang came from the sword worship platform.

Zuo Lingquan's words were calm, but he was not at all proud. He had to start a fight and kill instantly, giving the other party a chance to take action.

At the moment when the showdown began, Zuo Lingquan's body went from still to moving, but in the blink of an eye it ran out more than ten feet. The sword in his hand was surrounded by black light, and he rushed straight to the hyacinth with a terrifying power.

But the distance of thirty feet is indeed too far.

As Qingkui of Taohuatan, Hyacinth is definitely not an ordinary person. She inserted the wooden stick in her hand to the ground and said aloud:

"Kun!"

The wooden stick lit up a yellowish light, and then the ground within a radius of thirty feet rolled and shaking, turning into quicksand, and all the sand, gravel and trees on the ground fell into the ground.

Zuo Lingquan cannot control the wind, and no matter how fast he is, he can only start from the ground. The earth turns into quicksand and has no way to focus. The speed suddenly slows down, and half of his body has fallen into quicksand.
To be continued...