Cultivation of Immortals Starts from the Roots

Chapter 6 Inexplicable maliciousness, fighting in the arena

Xue Leng was thinking about what to say when he went in later.

Suddenly, a slightly blunt words came to the ear curtains.

"You are Xue Leng from the Xue family's offshoot, right? Mr. Liu was entrusted by his uncle Xue Lie, and has been waiting here for a long time."

Xue Leng, with half of his foot still outside the door, suddenly paused and squinted his eyes to look forward.

A middle-aged monk with a height of five feet and a strange appearance was walking towards him, his face full of impatience.

"Xue Leng is polite, dare to ask senior brother Liu, uncle, his old man—"

Suppressing the doubts in his heart, Xue Leng saluted respectfully.

He took out ten spirit stones casually, and was about to hand them out, but was interrupted unexpectedly.

"Okay, stop messing around with these stupid things."

"There is an order from the sect to let you go and guard the Wood Spirit Temple under the rule of the Jin Kingdom for ten years, and only after the ten-year period is over, you have the right to call me senior brother.

Now, hum, it's not enough! "

After finishing speaking, the monk surnamed Liu took out a jade slip from his bosom, and threw it on the ground without looking at it.

"Okay, take the mission jade slip of the sect, and get out of here.

What Liu hates the most in his life is a trash family disciple like you, who wants to enter my Five Spirit Sect with just three spiritual roots, how can it be so easy! "

After saying these words viciously, the cultivator surnamed Liu flicked his sleeves and left proudly.

This sudden change made Xue Leng's originally pale face turn a little blue.

The hands curled up in the sleeves were also tightly squeezed together.

"Junior Brother Xue, don't take it to heart, Senior Brother Liu is not bad by nature."

"It's just... ugh."

Just when Xue Leng was a bit embarrassed to get off the stage, a rather handsome gray-robed scholar quietly walked over.

Picking up the jade slip on the ground, she handed it over to him with an apologetic face.

"I don't know what the name of this senior brother is?"

Xue Leng raised his head and glanced at the other party, his face softened slightly.

"Cough cough, next to Chen Li, Tim will be the... er... little steward of the outer sect's assessment."

Chen Li nodded slightly, and glanced backward as if feeling a little guilty.

"Excuse me, Guanshi Chen, have you prepared any props to detect the spiritual roots of the Five Spirit Sect this time?"

"Xue has heard that there is a saying from the Supreme Master of True Spirits that all Heavenly Spiritual Roots or Foreign Spiritual Roots can be directly brought into the inner sect. I wonder if it is true or not?"

Xue Leng was in a very bad mood at the moment, and he couldn't help but feel a little cold when he spoke.

"This... is true, but the sect has already issued jade slips, so why bother junior brother.

Besides, Master Xue seems to have said that junior brother is the root of three spirits..."

Chen Li was taken aback when he heard the words, and replied subconsciously, but the voice became smaller and smaller, and at the back, except for the two people present, it was almost inaudible to others.

"It's so good, I'm going to check--"

"What's so good? A mere servant from the outer sect dares to openly disobey the sect's laws!"

"It's not your turn to play wild here!"

At this moment, the monk surnamed Liu who had already left appeared out of nowhere.

Facing Xue Leng, he just scolded him.

"Senior brother Liu, Xue asked himself that he has never offended senior brother, even before today, why did senior brother keep making things difficult for him?"

Clay figurines are angry, let alone Xue Leng.

He didn't want to cause more trouble at first, but this person is crazy and aggressive like a wild dog.

"Ah!"

"Make things difficult?"

"You don't have to. If you really have the ability, you can honestly go to the arena to fight. In this way, Liu can still look up to you!"

After finishing speaking, the monk surnamed Liu stared at Xue Leng with a sneer on his face, his eyes were full of undisguised mockery.

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After Xue Leng signed up, he quickly left Wulingmen with a heavy face.

After walking about ten zhang away, he looked at the fighting cards in his hand solemnly.

One thousand 310 number two.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to go to the Five Spirit Gate..."

Looking at the numbers on the wooden sign, Xue Leng raised his brows, thinking secretly.

"This time the True Spirit Sect intends to recruit 300 disciples, and the registration time has not yet passed halfway, and the wooden cards in my hand have already ranked [-] more than [-]. It seems that there is really a fierce fight this time."

According to the instructions on the wooden sign, Xue Leng soon came to the fighting field in the West District.

There are a total of double ten in the fighting field in the entire western district.

Except for the No. [-] arena, because it is often used to hold large-scale fighting events, it is extremely wide.

The other fighting arenas are basically the same size, they are tall arenas with a length of about twenty feet.

The No. 15 fighting field where Xue Leng is located has been rearranged by the True Spirit Sect.

The entire fighting field was divided into nine small areas, and marks were drawn on the ground from one to nine points, and a large number of iron and jade slabs were temporarily laid.

"This kind of handwriting really deserves to be called the master of Xianmen!"

Seeing so many iron and jade slabs, Xue Leng couldn't help sighing in his heart.

"Although iron jade is not a particularly precious material, but to manufacture so many iron jade slabs, if it is not for the sect of cultivating immortals with a strong foundation, it may not be willing to be so extravagant and wasteful."

At this time, a lot of people have slowly gathered around the fighting field, some of these people came to participate in the competition, and some came to watch the excitement.

Xue Leng briefly sensed the people around him, and he could tell from the mana fluctuations emanating from them that many of them had reached the late stage of Qi training.

The most frightening thing is that Xue Leng also found not far away from him, a middle-aged man in black, whose cultivation had reached the tenth level of Dzogchen during the Qi training period!

"Before three rounds, you must never face this person."

Fortunately, there are a large number of participants in the selection of fighting skills, so the chance of meeting this middle-aged man in black should not be high.

While Xue Leng was carefully looking at the contestants around him.

With the sound of a thundering gong on the fighting field, the once-in-ten-year Xianyuan Conference officially announced the opening of the curtain.

The rules of the competition are also very simple. The casual cultivators who participate in the selection of peripheral combat are randomly drawn and matched.

Going to the stage to compete in spells and conduct a one-on-one knockout match. The winner will advance, and the loser will be eliminated directly.

In fact, this kind of competition rules of the jungle is very unfair to some people.

Because of the result of this random lottery method, it is very likely to cause a strong confrontation.

Originally, two people who both passed the assessment had the ability to meet before they were shortlisted due to bad luck, then only one of them would be left behind.

On the contrary, if someone is lucky enough to always draw opponents who are weaker than him, then he will be easily shortlisted.

In the past, some players who participated in the big competition also raised dissatisfaction with this kind of rules.

But the answer given by the True Spirit Sect made everyone shut up obediently.

Because as a cultivator, luck is actually part of one's own strength.

The same is true when you think about it. For those who are lucky enough to become immortal cultivators, it is not luck that they can get the spiritual root by chance.

In this way, as each name is clicked.

In the nine small fields that were divided on the competition stage, the sound of "crackling" fighting was heard in an instant.

Xue Leng, who hadn't been turned yet, was watching the fighting on the ring attentively from the sidelines.

Among the nine ongoing competitions, there were eight competitions after Xue Leng glanced at them and ignored them directly.

There is no other reason. The contestants in these eight competitions released their magic tools as soon as they came on stage, and then channeled their mana, controlling their respective magic tools to fight together in the air.

In this way, in the case of the same magic weapon level, whoever has more mana in his body will win the brainless play, but Xue Leng is not even interested in it.

What really makes Xue Leng feel a little interesting is——

In the No. [-] arena of the martial arts arena, a girl in a blue dress with a small silver bell tied to her right ankle was fighting with a monk in Taoist robes.

When the referee announced the start of the game, a green flute suddenly appeared in the girl's hand, and she played it melodiously.

The Taoist robed monk on the opposite side didn't figure out which play the girl was acting for a long time, so he instinctively pulled out his flying sword, and was about to attack the opponent with a pinch of magic formula.

However, before the magic formula was played, he was horrified to find that—

The belt wrapped around his waist gradually began to swim around his waist under the sound of the girl's flute.

Immediately, it gradually became thicker and greener, and finally turned into a green giant python. After strangling his body tightly, he opened his bloody mouth and bit his head...

"what……"

The tragic cry of the Taoist middle-aged man immediately attracted the attention of many audiences on the sidelines.

Even the foundation-building cultivator who was the referee glanced at the flute in the green-clothed girl's hand with interest.

Facing the focused gazes of the audience and the referee, the green-clothed girl raised her small mouth slightly, and a silver bell-like laugh sounded like a "giggle", before turning around and walking out of the stage.

"Number 320, win!"

"The next round, No. 910 No. [-] vs. No. [-], please come on stage."

Seeing that the match had already been scored, the referee at field four called out the wooden cards of the contestants for the next match.

As the referee's voice fell to the ground, the other two monks immediately walked into the arena, each took out their attack weapons, and began to fight in the air...

Xue Leng, who has watched many games on the sidelines, while watching the competition process of the contestants, also carefully pays attention to some contestants who can threaten him in terms of strength.

Remember their attack methods, and silently analyze their magical powers in your heart, and what method you should use to crack them when facing them.

However, at the same time that all kinds of spells opened Xue Leng's horizons.

The light words of the referee in the No. [-] venue instantly interrupted his desire to continue watching.

"One thousand 310 No. 84 vs. No. [-], please come on stage."

Xue Leng, who watched passionately in the audience for a long time, was indeed a little unbearable.

After hearing the referee shouting his wooden card, he immediately walked into the ninth court.

On the opposite side, a middle-aged Taoist priest with immortal demeanor and long beard also slowly stepped into the arena.

Just when Xue Leng was about to preemptively kill this person with a thunderous blow, a soft and ethereal voice suddenly reached his ear curtains.

"My little friend, his face is pale, his blood is surging, and there is blood in his eyes. I am afraid that a catastrophe is not far away."

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