I climb the fairy ladder by farming

The previous inspection of the palace rules was in the phantom around the main hall. Zhang Zheng never thought that when the inheritance hall was actually opened, it would be such a shocking scene.

The sky is full of streamers, rushing towards the scattered palaces.

Ji Qingyun's eyes flashed an inevitable smile, and said, "Let's go."

The five turned into streamers and flew towards one of the palaces, Zhang Zheng followed closely behind, and landed on the stone steps outside the palace in less than a quarter of an hour.

There is a stone tablet in front of the hall, on which are two big characters in ancient style carved with knives and axes - Qidian.

Next to the stele is a bamboo slip that was unfolded with a plan. On the bamboo slip is written the rules of the Qi Temple to seize the inheritance in the font of today's cultivation world.

"Those who seize the inheritance, arrive at the refining room, extract the recipe, and the refining materials will be provided by the Artifact Hall, and those whose finished product quality meets the requirements of the Artifact Hall will be inherited."

"Treasure hunters, treasures hidden in the seven pagodas of the Artifact Hall, first come, first served, the Artifact Hall regardless of life or death."

In front of the Hall of Qi was not only Zhang Zheng and his party, but also about a dozen teams. Almost all the teams were familiar with the rules. The moment the door of the hall opened, everyone rushed into the Hall of Qi.

There are seven towers in the Hall of Qi. The first tower you enter is called the Wuqi Tower. The space in the tower is extremely spacious, and it can accommodate almost ten thousand people at the same time. A total of thirteen teams came here to win the treasure, and all of them gathered here.

The top of the tower is the exit, and small characters floating on the side explain the rules, "The first tower has no weapons. The treasure hunters cannot wear magical weapons and spirit treasures. All members will compete. If you admit defeat, you will quit the competition. The team members with the longest average survival time will give priority to choosing treasures." , and give priority to the next tower."

The moment they saw the rules clearly, the thirteen teams distanced themselves calmly.

Magical artifacts cannot be worn. This is undoubtedly a great restriction for monks who specialize in one weapon, such as sword repair and knife repair.

There are nearly two hundred monks present, there are too many uncertain factors in the melee, and it is inevitable that serious injuries or even death will occur. This is the first tower. If you lose combat power in this tower, the rules for the next six towers are not clear. Facing the treasure and feeling powerless.

Obviously, most of the cultivators had thought of this, and they couldn't stand still. A male cultivator in white clothes who seemed to be quite famous took the initiative to say: "I have an idea, do you think it is feasible?"

"Our thirteen teams have the smallest number of six people. How about sending three people from each team to conduct three rounds of competitions, and designate a ten-mile radius as the competition venue. If you leave the venue, you will be considered as admitting defeat. According to the rankings in the three rounds of competitions After the addition, the ranking will be carried out, and the team with the lower number will enter the next tower first. After the final ranking is announced, all teams will admit defeat in order, what do you think?"

After thinking for a moment, the thirteen teams reached a consensus.

The candidates for the competition were quickly finalized, and Zhang Zheng was not among them. She was called "she is here to help, and this kind of competition will not trouble her." In fact, the real reason was well known to each other, but it was because Zhang Zheng did not try his best to cause trouble. They just missed the opportunity.

But this is also in line with her wishes, she can win the treasure without having to fight to the death, and she is happy to have a leisurely time, and she just took the opportunity to observe their strength.

The candidates for the first round of competition have already been listed, and the male cultivator who asked for a suggestion is also listed here, and Nan Yulin is participating on his own side.

As the first battle, almost all the most powerful people from each team will be sent, and they are bound to achieve a great victory at the first stop and make a good start.

A group of mages among the monks sacrificed a round of formation disks. The formation disks rose into the air, and spiritual light poured out from the formation disks, covering a radius of ten miles to form a ring ring. All the contestants stepped into the spiritual light.

There is no need to introduce each other, just an order, the contestants in the formation have already started to show their skills, the sky is full of magic, fire, golden blade, water arrow, earth thorn, wooden rattan... all kinds of five-element spells appear on the stage, competing for splendor, and the competition is in full swing.

In just a few breaths, two people fell out of the arena surrounded by spiritual light.

In less than half an hour, there were only three people left in the aura.

Nan Yulin and the white-clothed man Xiuxiu were among the three of them, both of them were calm and not at all tired, while the other was even more embarrassed, part of his clothes were burned, and his body was covered in bloodstains.

The three retreated to the three sides, and in the stalemate, although the embarrassed monk was unwilling, after looking at the other two, he said with regret: "I will withdraw from the competition voluntarily. We have seen the true strength of the two."

After the words fell, his figure had already withdrawn from the aura.

The male cultivator in white smiled cheerfully, cupped his hands towards Nan Yulin and said, "Since everyone dislikes us fishing in troubled waters, I have to show some strength. Shangjinguan, Mengshu Mountain, ask fellow Taoists for advice."

As soon as these words came out, most of the onlookers laughed, and the bit of grudge in their hearts that had arisen because he only avoided attacking in the melee disappeared.

Nan Yulin's expression was indifferent, but he bowed back with his arms folded, and said straightly: "Stroke in the spirit world, Nan Yulin, please enlighten me, Fellow Daoist Meng."

Zhang Zheng concentrated his attention, just now in the melee, Nan Yulin mostly protected himself from being attacked, although it can be seen from his ability to dodge the airtight magic attack with ease, but how can it compare It is more intuitive for her to attack!
The battle was about to break out, Meng Shushan took the lead, and several earth walls rose from the ground, like dangerous peaks, with spikes on them like strange rocks, which were obviously earth thorns, but the whole body was cold and cold.

I saw him palm forward, the earthen wall rushed towards Nan Yulin, the speed was so fast that it was hard to see afterimages.

The towering earthen wall blocked Nan Yulin's figure, and also blocked Meng Shushan's figure.

Everyone held their breaths and raised their hearts nervously.

"boom--"

The earth wall bumped into the motionless Nan Yulin, stirring up dust all over the sky. In the dust, a figure came through the air. That figure was faster than the earth wall, and under the cover of the dust, there was no trace of him.

The giant golden sword appeared out of thin air, its momentum was like a giant, it tore through the sky, and slashed down with a bang.

This sword, without the blessing of the sword intent, is indomitable. Its thick and solid metallic spiritual power alone can cut mountains and rivers.

Some monks outside the formation were so frightened that their eyes were tearing apart and their legs trembled. It is even more conceivable what kind of terrifying coercion Meng Shushan must face when facing this sword.

Zhang Zheng was so nervous that she didn't dare to say a word. She compared herself to herself. There was a [-]% chance that she would not be able to retreat with this sword.

Under the attention of all the people, Meng Shushan's figure was as motionless as a mountain. He looked up at the giant sword that was slashed at him, as if he was intimidated by the coercion, unable to move.

The giant sword was only an inch away from Mengshu Mountain, and the golden light soared, and the gust of wind it brought roared and roared like it would tear him apart. Looking closely at his cassock, he saw thousands of sharp-edged swords flying and piercing through the golden light.

The golden light bullied him, and everyone saw Meng Shushan's hair cut off, with bloodstains all over his body, looking like a bloody man.

"Brother!"

Someone outside the formation exclaimed.

The next moment, at the moment when someone closed their eyes because they couldn't bear to see the tragedy, the giant sword finally slashed down, and even the center of the tower was cut out of a one-foot-deep hole, causing dust to rise everywhere.

Someone had already fallen to the ground with weak legs, Zhang Zheng stared at Nan Yulin and her surroundings without blinking, she was sure that he was not dead yet.

Nan Yulin also expected it, his usual plain expression suddenly changed drastically, and he retreated suddenly, the golden light turned into a sword shield around his body, his gaze was unprecedentedly cold, and the golden light appeared in his hand, it was so pure that it would be dazzling at a glance His solid golden sword, although small in shape, is even more terrifying in coercion than the giant sword just now.

The earth wall with a big hole in the middle disintegrated, and the dust flew all over the space.

In the sky full of yellow, there is only one place where the golden light shines like a broken bamboo.

"Zheng-"