Shrouding the sky: Slashing the world of mortals with a sword, becoming the strongest empress

The game is still going on in an orderly manner.

Since the competition format of the third round is a [-]-man melee, there is no specific competition time.

As long as the final fifty are competed in the ring, they can advance to the next round.

The reason why there is no time limit is to enable those practitioners to better assess the situation and make full use of what they have learned.

Accident, the third round has always been the most time-consuming part of the sect's martial arts performance.

Even so, most people are reluctant to leave.

After all, once a battle breaks out between cultivators, it will be a flash of lightning.

They wanted to run back again, but the day lilies were probably cold by then.

But some people are always unwilling to leave, but they have to leave.

Outside the mountains, in the fields, no matter cultivators or ordinary people, there is no time to delay the farm work on their shoulders.

For example, Fairy Quyun still needs to continue to take turns, and the steward in charge of Lingdao has to check the growth of the crops.

As for those white-robed Taoist boys, they still have to complete their studies.

The medicine farmers in gray clothes yawned and went home. When the smoke from the kitchen smoke started to rise again, they were about to dig the soil and cultivate the land.

The night is not gentle, but it is a rare freedom for them.

Nan Xiao, who was still in the limelight because of her three victories, no one paid attention to her anymore.

To be precise, there is no time to take care of Nan Xiao anymore.

Most of those who stayed wanted to watch the fun.

Most people's eyes were fixed on the cultivators sitting cross-legged on the stage.

The golden pagoda, the green jade Ruyi, the ink-black sickle, the chainmail armor flashing with lightning, the blood-stained Dongxiao...

Those rather powerful wheel and sea weapons were emitting various lights at this time, as if they were about to ignite the night, but were blocked by the long scrolls that covered the sky, so they had to huddle in one place.

As a result, the several-hundred-foot-long arena actually seemed narrow and deep at this moment.

But there are also people who remain graceful under such circumstances.

Lan Yue put away his careless expression, with the pagoda hanging above his head, and a purple light flashing between his eyebrows, mysterious and powerful.

Fairy Lan He no longer sits cross-legged, but flies in mid-air with eight blue cloud sparrows, like a fairy coming to earth.

The rising star Fairy Qingcheng and Bao Wan stood with their backs facing each other, with the phantom of the sea on one side and the turbulent waves on the other.

Han Feiren, who had a handsome and enchanting appearance, held a flute in one hand and looked at the two fairies Lan He and Qing Cheng with undisguised ferocity and enthusiasm.

Jasi stood beside Han Feiren, his body as thin as a sharp spear.

Zhao Daben was wearing armor of thunder and lightning, and his heart, which had been soaked with the blood of unknown beasts for a long time, was beating loudly.

Cultivators with good backgrounds such as Zhao Wuchang, Nangong Xieyang, Zhu Weiwo, etc. also each have their own style.

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Nan Xiao took advantage of the fact that everyone's attention was attracted by those Qingya geniuses, so she stopped rehearsing the losing battle and quietly walked into the night further away from the ring.

She walked neither too slowly nor too fast.

She would most likely never come back to this valley.

He, who was flying high in the sky, saw Nan Xiao leaving and nodded slightly towards her, as if to see her off.

The herds of deer in the mountain forest also staggered, clashing their antlers with each other. Although the sound was dull, it just matched the rustling of the leaves in the wind.

As time went by, Nan Xiao's originally heavy steps became lighter and lighter.

On the way back, Nan Xiao calmly felt everything in the world.

Although Qingya Blessed Land is not considered powerful in Zhongzhou, it can even be said to be extremely fragile.

But the area of ​​​​the Beidou star is so large that even if Qingya Blessed Land is located in a corner, it still sits on a vast land of mountains and rivers.

After the clouds roll and relax, the tired birds return to the forest, the rice plants in the fields lower their heads and squint, and the fish in the pond lazily wag their tails and swim on the duckweeds.

The stars hang down and the plains are wide, and the moon springs from the river.

Nan Xiao walked slowly and leisurely, aimlessly as she did when she was first rejected from the school nine years ago, turning around when she reached the dead end.

Although they were both wandering around, their moods were very different.

That time nine years ago, Nan Xiao had no other choice, so she urgently needed a place for her soul to rest and let her continue to be strong.

But now, Nan Xiao was exhausted physically and mentally from a whole day of fighting, and she needed to relax.

While walking, Nan Xiao's mind became more and more peaceful as the scenery outside and the scenery in front of him intertwined.Just like the cold moon in the sky and the silent westward stream at my feet.

It blooms and flows only because of its own will.

Nan Xiao was thinking about where to go next.

Li Taiqing, the headmaster of Qingya Paradise, has agreed to her request to leave the sect.

Not only did he embark on the path of spiritual practice, he also drew a clear line with Yu Tan, and even punished Bao Fei severely.

The grudges of the past nine years should be settled today.

Where should Nan Xiao go next?
Before she knew it, she was back in the three-room cabin where she had lived for nine years.

Nan Xiao stood outside the house, and the light from the bright moon enveloped her and the house.

I still remember that nine years ago, I had nothing, so I had to ask old man Chen Zhuo to help buy some daily necessities.

Therefore, the jade pendant that Lin Xiao gave her before her death, which had played a great role in her climbing the Ten Thousand Steps of Shu Road, was given to old man Chen Zhuo to help pawn it.

Nan Xiao still remembers how she felt when she opened the door the next morning after crying all night nine years ago and saw hope.

The jade pendant that old man Lin Xiao had sacrificed for his whole life was finally exchanged for three large bamboo baskets and a large water tank.

In the first bamboo basket, there are some miscellaneous farm equipment and kitchen utensils.

The kitchen utensils are placed on top, including an iron pot the size of a basin, two pairs of black flints, three small bowls, two pairs of bamboo chopsticks, and a wooden ladle.

Under the bamboo basket, there are shovels, shovels and copper plows.

In the second bamboo basket, there were some bamboo tubes and several heavy cloth bags.

There are fresh ink marks on the bamboo tube, which describe in detail what medicinal materials the seeds in the bag belong to.

Banlangen, Panax notoginseng, Danshen, Atractylodes macrocephala, Icegrass, Dendrobium, Saffron, Basil, Thyme and pearl rice...

The last bamboo basket was filled with pearl white rice, which was extremely expensive for Nanxiao at the time.

In addition, there is a water tank filled with the true source of life.

Since then, Nan Xiao has relied on his loneliness and courage, and with the silent companionship of the old man Chen Zhuo, he has started from scratch and lived a life without worries about food and clothing.

Even after selling those herbs and pills, Nan Xiao's savings were considered rich.

In Qingya Blessed Land, apart from Taoist boys and practitioners suitable for cultivation, there is no shortage of mortals.

Those beings who were originally considered to be human beings in the mortal world came to Qingya Blessed Land for various reasons to find opportunities for cultivation, but in the end they had no hope of cultivating immortals.

Some people are not willing to give up just now, and the spiritual power of Qingya Blessed Land is abundant, and staying there for a long time can slowly improve their physical bodies, and even heal hidden wounds.

If you get the elixir given by a practitioner, your power will almost increase dramatically, and your lifespan will be extended to a certain extent...

Therefore, the warriors or princes who voluntarily stayed in Qingya Blessed Land to work as medicine farmers have long lost the sectarian view of "preserving their own broomsticks" and only want to open up the sea of ​​suffering and embark on the path of cultivation.

Because of this, Nan Xiao easily bought a large number of martial arts secret books, essays and medicinal prescriptions and elixirs from this group of medicine farmers with high status in the world.

This laid a solid foundation of knowledge and martial arts foundation for Nan Xiao's nine years of continuous practice.

Baiyun Canggou, time flies.

Nine years flew by.

Three wooden houses, ponds with lotuses, fish, mountains, forests, vegetation, fireflies, sun, moon and stars...

They all witnessed Nanxiao’s nine years of hard work and perseverance.

From Nan Xiao's point of view today, it's all worth it.

But, it's time to leave.

While enemies such as Fairy Qingcheng and Bao Wan are tired of the competition, tonight is the best time to leave.

Nan Xiao had dismissed all the drug farmers and their families who came to help dig the soil, cultivate, irrigate, and harvest a few months ago and gave them a lot of remuneration.

So there is no need to worry about it at this time.

Nan Xiao opened the door, looked around and tidied up briefly.

After confirming that the basement that had been used for retreat had been filled with mud, she no longer had any scruples.

to leave.

After carrying the key, Nan Xiao rose up from the rainbow and went to visit old man Chen Zhuo.

As for the pond behind the house, let the lotus flowers and pond fish grow freely.

No matter how high the divine rainbow is, it can't fly over Xuan Yue.

Along the way, Huaguang followed, although it was cool and clear.