The only way

Chapter 215
A stick of incense time.

Lingchu's heart moved slightly. There is a big problem here.

On the cloud, someone also raised this issue.

"Senior Brother Yunlan, it seems that there will be a big problem if you set the time limit for a stick of incense like this." Zhenjun Jingxi tapped the blood-colored jade bracelet between his wrists with his pure and flawless jade hands, and the eyebrows and feather belts that looked like haze from distant mountains With a touch of doubt.

"Indeed, if a disciple intentionally delays the competition until it lasts until a stick of incense burns, then it will pass directly." Following these words on Zhenjun Qingmu's wrinkled face, the wrinkles on his face became more numerous.

True Lord Yunlan smiled casually, took out a bunch of crystal clear purple grapes from his sleeve, and ate them one by one. The grapes were very sweet, and the sweet True Lord Yunlan narrowed his eyes comfortably, "That's not pretty good."

Zhenjun Yunlan's words made both Zhenjun Jingxi and Qingmu fall into deeper doubts.

"Delaying the time for a stick of incense, or, that disciple really has the ability to delay the time of a stick of incense, his fighting skills may not be strong, but he is a good hand at escaping, and going to the ancient battlefield is not bad, or, Is it really a good thing if a friend deliberately releases the water and gets the quota? The fighting ability is not strong, and the escape ability is not high, so what are you going to do in the ancient battlefield? Are you looking for death? The elders of our teacher's sect disliked it, and the fellow sects looked down upon it. Second, they also saw the lack of xinxing. Third, it was useless to go to the ancient battlefield. I can only say that such a disciple can only be described as a fool. " Zhenjun Yunlan ate the grapes in his hand while talking, and when he finished speaking, the grapes in his hand were just finished eating, without any delay.

"So, as long as there is no disciple intentionally playing a show, and if he can hide a stick of incense with his ability, I will count him as capable. If he is doing a show," Zhenjun Yunlan took out a moist and tender peach from his sleeve .

With a click, Zhenjun Yunlan took a bite, and a faint fragrance overflowed.

"Besides, you have to trust your juniors."

After hearing these words, Jingxi Zhenjun and Qingmu Zhenjun, the previous doubts and worries disappeared from their faces, and the corners of their mouths twitched slightly when they heard the sound of gnawing peaches.

On the stage of Taoism.

Lingchu also discovered the problem of time, and turned to look at the other disciples. Apparently, many disciples had slight surprises on their faces. However, Lingchu slightly raised his eyebrows, but he didn't think so in his heart.

This way of delaying time, although it seems very tempting.

However, Lingchu didn't bother to do this. She had been in the underground arena for more than a year, and it wasn't for nothing. She was not afraid of the third round of guarding, on the contrary, she was eager to try.

Lingchu thought about it, maybe it was because of the fight for more than a year, there were fights every day for more than a year, and now the fight suddenly stopped, she still missed it a little.

What's more, Lingchu raised his head slightly and looked into the distance to form a single cloud, which seemed to cover most of Dao Zhengtai.

On the top, there are still three Nascent Soul True Monarchs watching, and below, in each ring, there are Jindan Daoist people watching.

The sound of bamboo chimes sounded.

As Lingchu thought, at the beginning, most of the disciples would choose to wait and see, but as expected, few left.

"Hahaha! Come!" There was a hearty and unrestrained laughter. A woman in red, carrying a big knife as tall as a man, strode boldly towards one of the arenas. In the void, it seems that there are steps under the feet, and the steps are extraordinarily tight.

Lingchu's eyes fell on the face of this senior sister who had established a perfect foundation. This senior sister was petite and had a baby face. She looked white and tender, but she was carrying a big knife taller than her. The face is murderous and eager to try.

At the end of a big knife is a phoenix spreading its wings. In the mouth of the phoenix, there is a string of red tassels hanging with fiery red beads. There is a faint red light flowing on the knife body, revealing a vague coercion.

It seems that this big knife should be very difficult.

The first one to step onto the arena, this baby-faced senior sister who was carrying a big sword, Phoenix thrust the beaded sword into the arena, the ring made of indestructible lapis lazuli jade burst into a gap, and in the gap, there was still a faint flame flowing .

If this is to hit the monk's body.
All the disciples on the Taoist stage, "."

Lingchu's eyes widened slightly. This senior sister, who Lingchu knew, was also included in the information given by Yu Xiaoxiao. It was still on the second page.

Her name is Hongying, and no one knows what this senior sister Hongying's surname is, maybe it is Hong.

Senior Sister Hongying was picked up by Zhenjun Jiemao of Doutian Peak. She came to Sanqing Daozong when she was still a baby. , held by Senior Sister Hongying in her arms.

This Senior Sister Hongying practiced sword skills very well. I heard that one-handed sword skills can break through mountains and rivers.

He is a combative and capable monk.

Senior Sister Hongying, a baby-faced swordsman cultivator, raised her head and squinted at the disciples below. The wind blew her red clothes and her black hair fluttered, showing a heroic appearance.

However, all the disciples looked at each other in blank dismay, and for a while, no disciple went up.

"Come on! What are you doing standing there!" After waiting on the ring for a while, but no disciple came up to challenge, Senior Sister Hongying immediately raised her eyebrows and shouted downwards.

His gaze swiveled over the faces of the disciples, and finally landed on the face of one of them, "You, you, yes, it's you, Feng Qianshan, come up quickly, I've wanted to fight you a long time ago .”

Feng Qianshan, a disciple of Guixiang Peak, is also a well-known figure among the disciples of the Foundation Establishment Dzogchen.

One has outstanding sword skills, and the other has outstanding defense.

It's really interesting if you fight.

Lingchu looked over curiously, that Feng Qianshan had a pretty face, with a smile on his lips, he looked very good-natured, when he saw Hongying pointing at him, his eyebrows furrowed. With a slight movement, the smile on the corner of his mouth enlarged a little, and he flew up without saying anything.

In fact, this is a competition for the number of places. For other disciples, it is a dream. But it is an unwise choice.

Originally each occupied an arena, and the chance of success in defending the ring was almost 100%. If one of the Foundation Establishment Dzogchen fights and one of them is injured, then defending the ring will be much more difficult.

However, as a disciple of the Dzogchen Foundation Establishment, a monk who is only one step away from the real Jindan Daoist, naturally there is no saying that he is timid when he is pointed at and called by his name.

Unexpectedly, the first battle of the third round of defending the ring will be a strong fight between monks who have completed the foundation establishment.

(End of this chapter)