Daojun, start from Penglai foundation building

Chapter 84: The old friend wins, and the Zifu competes (Thanks to the book friend for the reward)
The sword light surged.

Fiery sword lights roared one after another, leaving scorching traces in the air.

The ground of the martial arts stage is already crisscrossed with traces of various fighting techniques.

Sword marks, scorching or cold moves hit the performance stage, turning the originally neat and flat ground into pits.

Li Tai gasped for air, even though his arms were shaking, he still held the sword hilt tightly.

He has fought nine times in a row, and if he wins one more, he can win and completely change his own destiny.

But the opponent standing in front of him at this time not only had the same cultivation level of the ninth level of Qi training, but also stayed at the ninth level of Qi training for much longer than him!

This is a monk who deliberately stays at the ninth level of Qi training.

Shang Bin, a veteran monk at the ninth level of Qi training.

He obviously has accumulated enough spiritual energy in his body, and he can try to turn the spiritual energy into liquid and advance to foundation building.

But Shang Bin deliberately did not break through, waiting to use his rich fighting experience and strong aura to crush his opponents at the martial arts event and obtain official status.

And Shang Bin chose Li Tai, who had won nine consecutive victories.

Because Shang Bin could see that even if there was time to restore Li Tai's physical strength and spiritual energy after each challenge, the continuous challenges still made it difficult for Li Tai to continue.

Challenging Li Tai is undoubtedly in his best interests.

"Go down, you can't defeat me, go down by yourself, I can spare your life."

Shang Bin said pretending to be generous.

Li Tai gritted his teeth. Shang Bin deliberately challenged him, just to step on him and get the upper hand, and to ruin his chance of this martial arts event. How could he give up so easily!

"Don't go down? You're looking for death!"

Shang Bin snorted coldly, and controlled the magic sword to slash three blazing sword lights in a row.

The scorching red sword light roared in and engulfed Li Tai in the blink of an eye.

Seeing Li Tai being engulfed by the red sword light, everyone watching suddenly let out a sigh of pity.

The next moment, Shang Bin screamed in surprise.

The onlookers who thought Li Tai had failed were surprised to find that Shang Bin collapsed on the ground in a panic, while Li Tai stood intact.

How is this going? !
The onlookers were puzzled, but the referee saw it clearly.

The moment the red sword light struck, Li Tai took out a spiritual talisman.

After the magic talisman was activated, it instantly turned into a stream of water that blocked the red sword light. Then the water stream turned into a stream of blue light and hit Shang Bin, directly beating Shang Bin unable to move.

That was obviously not a talisman that could be obtained during the Qi training period, but what did it have to do with him?

If Li Tai can win, that's because Li Tai is lucky.

After the referee at the Foundation Establishment Realm confirmed that Shang Bin had no power to resist, he took out a sign and handed it to Li Tai.

"Li Tai, ten battles together!"

Before he finished speaking, everyone onlookers cheered suddenly, and Li Qingyun was still excited.

"Brother, you win, you win!"

"Thanks to the spiritual talisman that my senior left for me." Li Tai was overjoyed, with a hint of fear on his face.

Thanks to him saving the magic talisman until the end, otherwise it would have been impossible to turn defeat into victory.

Shang Bin stayed in the qi training realm for too long, and he was not as strong as his opponent in terms of spiritual energy storage and not as rich in fighting skills as his opponent. If Jiang Sheng hadn't left him a spiritual talisman, he would have died under Shang Bin's magic sword. Got off.

In just one day, hundreds of people in the outer city obtained official status.

Whether it was due to strength or luck, the success of these people undoubtedly made other monks who had not yet participated even more excited.

If you win, you will be paraded in red and colorful clothes, and the court will grant you an official status and salary. You will no longer have to move around and live a hard life for a spiritual stone.

This is undoubtedly the best way out for casual cultivators and small households.

Compared with the battle between the Qi-training monks in the outer city, the battle between the foundation-building monks in the inner city is undoubtedly much more exciting.

These foundation-building monks participating in the competition are basically the children of aristocratic families from all over the world. They have the support of family resources and skills. They have been taught by the family elders since childhood. Those who are promising can obtain the foundation-building pills provided by the family to build the foundation.

Although it is only a mortal foundation building, the benefits and resources that foundation building monks can obtain for the family are incomparable to Qi training monks.

A foundation-building monk can ensure the continuous inheritance of the family for two hundred years. If he obtains another official position, he can even make the family branch out again.

Therefore, the battle between foundation-building monks in the inner city is even more intense.

Jiang Sheng watched with his own eyes as a foundation-building monk from Yunzhou moved a set of Zimu Dharma Money like an arm, smashing the shield of the person opposite him, piercing his Dantian, and destroying the other person's cultivation.

Seeing the foundation-building monk whose cultivation was crippled falling to the ground and wailing, while the Yunzhou foundation-building monk had a happy expression on his face, he knew that there was definitely some kind of conflict between the two families.

The Zheng court usually turned a blind eye to such blatant revenge on the fighting stage.

Although they wanted to save the lives of both parties, both families started to fight, and the fight became so fierce that even the monks from the Zifu could not stop it in time.

Seeing this scene, Ao Ke also told Jiang Sheng the gossip he had heard: "Brother Jiang, the Zhuji whose cultivation was abolished is the legitimate son of the Zhang family in Yunzhou."

"The Zhang family in Yunzhou and the An family in Yunzhou were originally close friends for generations. They were married every generation, and they were often linked together. Later, when the An family fell into decline, the Zhang family openly regretted their marriage and married into the Zhou family."

"And the reason why the legitimate son of the Zhang family was able to build a foundation is said to be because his sister married into the Zhou family and bought him a foundation-building pill."

Jiang Sheng looked at the An family's Zhuji again: "Then the An family's Zhuji is the one whose engagement was annulled?"

"Yes, no one thought that the boy from the An family would have such an opportunity after his engagement was annulled. Not to mention establishing the foundation, he also received the mother-in-law's money. Now that the Zhang family has no legitimate son to establish the foundation, I am afraid that they will be in dire straits in the future. ."

Although Ao Ke's tone was somewhat regretful, there was a look of gloating on his face.

And the referee obviously knew the inside story, so he let off some steam and did not stop An Jia's revenge.

The common people value promises and trustworthiness, but monks value promises and trustworthiness even more.

For a cultivating dynasty like Zheng Guo, a family that breaks its promise can break off an engagement today because of the decline of the in-laws, and can seek refuge in another country tomorrow because of the decline of the imperial court.

It would be best if there was no such half-hearted family.

"Generations of in-laws will betray their trust once the other party falls into disgrace. It's not a bad thing to lose this kind of family." Jiang Sheng said softly.

Ao Ke nodded and looked at the blushing and excited Anjia Zhuji: "This boy from the Anjia has had some adventures."

"Things without owners can be obtained by everyone. It is his destiny to have this opportunity." Jiang Sheng said.

Ao Ke didn't say much and looked at another fight in a blink of an eye.

This time it was two female nuns.

The fight between the female cultivators was much more harmonious. Both of them focused on competition and did not fight fiercely. They were obviously afraid of being embarrassed in front of so many people.

"It's really interesting to watch these foundation-building battles."

Ao Ke obviously preferred to watch this female cultivator fight.

After watching several battles in a row, Ao Ke turned around and asked, "When is Brother Jiang going to take the stage?"

Jiang Sheng sipped the tea leisurely: "The first three days were all about Qi training and foundation building. The Zifu will not show up until three days later. It won't be too late to wait until then to see." The reason why the Zhengguo court decided The first three days were spent on qi training and foundation-building battles, in order to give these grassroots monks enough opportunities to show their faces and facilitate the court's selection of talents.

Otherwise, everyone would watch the monks fighting in the Zifu Realm, and who would care about Qi training and foundation building?
Compared with the Zifu monks, the large number of Qi-training and foundation-building monks were the main body that maintained the operation of the behemoth Zheng court.

Three days passed quickly, and a group of quite eye-catching Qi-training and foundation-building monks were acquired by Zheng Guo's court. Some monks who were unlucky, but had won eight and nine games, were also captured by Zheng Guo's court. The dignitaries accepted it.

It is not necessary to win ten martial arts competitions. As long as you have a certain skill, you can win the attention of those powerful people.

Jiang Sheng saw a foundation-building monk who was proficient in making talismans. He only won three games, but with a single talisman, he was hired by a powerful man in Zhengdu.

There was also a monk who was proficient in alchemy. After he came on stage, he competed with another alchemist to try out the alchemy. The two were very skillful in their alchemy skills and caught the eye of a big shot.

But these monks who are proficient in one craft are only a minority after all. For casual cultivators and small families, it is not easy to support a foundation builder, so there is no spare time for them to learn other things.

When the martial arts festival came to the fourth day, a monk from Zifu finally took action.

The Huang family of the Lu State and the Zi Mansion of the three surnames of the Chu State did not have to die, but someone in the Zheng State court had to take action to warm up the situation first.

Soon, a young Zifu appeared on the stage.

The Zifu flew to the rooftop a hundred feet above the ground, cupped his hands and clasped his fists: "Xu Jin, Anzhou, please give me your advice."

"Mozhou He Yun, I'm here to ask for advice."

While he was talking, a tall and timid man flew over.

For monks in the Purple Mansion Realm who can fly in the air, as long as the spiritual power in their bodies is endless, the battlefield will extend to a huge range.

Ordinary foundation-building battlefields can spread for tens or even hundreds of miles, let alone the monks of the Zi Mansion.

And this rooftop, specially used for martial arts battles by monks in the Purple Mansion Realm, has its own space on top.

It looks like a round platform that is only a hundred feet in size, but the space within it is a hundred miles, which is enough for the monks of the Zifu to fight.

In the hundreds of miles of space evolving above the platform, Xu Jin and He Yun squared off.

Next to Xu Jin was a magic sword, a copper bell, and a round shield. The three magic weapons were spinning around Xu Jin. It was obvious that Xu Jin was a wealthy man.

He Yun was holding a big gun, but he was also wearing a piece of bone armor.

"Brother He, please!"

Xu Jin said, urging the magic sword to attack He Yun. At the same time, the round shield was divided into three, turning into three small ice crystal shields to protect Xu Jin's body.

This wealthy Zifu monk has many means and is prepared for both offense and defense. He is obviously well prepared.

He Yun laughed, and the red spiritual power poured into the big gun, and flames suddenly ignited on the gun body.

As He Yun swung his gun, the billowing fire wave surged and directly blocked Xu Jin's magic sword.

Xu Jin, however, took his time and moved his magic sword to test left and right.

The golden magic sword turned into a stream of light and kept attacking from all directions, but He Yun blocked all these attacks with the spear in his hand.

He Yun suddenly jumped into the air, and the spear in his hand was pushed to the extreme.

With a loud shout, the big red gun whizzed away like a meteor.

When Xu Jin saw this, he mobilized his small ice crystal shield in front of him and jumped to dodge.

However, this meteorite gun, which seemed to be unparalleled in strength and had no return, made an extremely flexible twist and directly hit Xu Jin.

There was just a roar, and the blazing wave of fire instantly covered Xu Jin.

He Yun was still worried. He waved his palms, and a stream of red spiritual power was mobilized by him, turning into a fire crow and hitting Xu Jin again.

There was another series of explosions and roars, and the power of the self-explosion of the fire crows caused the surrounding terrain to be filled with craters and a mess.

The smoke lingered for a long time, and Xu Jin among them was even more silent.

He Yun just breathed a sigh of relief when he saw a figure rushing out of the smoke, it was Xu Jin!
The three small ice crystal shields around Xu Jin's body were all damaged, but he himself was unscathed.

Seeing Xu Jin flying towards him, He Yun calmly retreated and recalled his big gun.

However, Xu Jin's offensive was obviously faster.

The copper bell that had been hanging beside Xu Jin made a crisp sound. He Yun seemed to have seen something, and his whole body was temporarily stunned.

At this moment, a golden stream of light flew quickly and stabbed He Yun directly.

However, with a muffled sound, the golden magic sword failed to penetrate the bone armor on He Yun's body.

He Yun, who was awakened by this fatal blow, burst into laughter upon seeing this: "This is bone armor made from the bone plates of the Purple Mansion Realm monster beast, the Golden Dolphin. Brother Xu, your magic sword can't penetrate it!"

Xu Jin obviously didn't expect that the bone armor's defense was so high, and his expression turned ugly for a moment.

But He Yun took the opportunity to recall his big gun, and relied on the defense of the bone armor to continuously suppress Xu Jin.

Xu Jin's several attacks were ineffective and he became impatient.

Xu Jin was seen frantically moving the copper bell, briefly frightening He Yun again, and then pinching the magic formula with both hands, obviously intending to perform a fierce Taoist technique.

The sky suddenly became a little dark, and a thundercloud slowly condensed out. Following a dull thunder, a bolt of thunder suddenly fell and struck directly on He Yun.

With just one blow, He Yun staggered and fell to the ground, spurting out a mouthful of blood.

And Xu Jin obviously couldn't hold on when he performed such a move.

After Xu Jin reluctantly sent out another thunderbolt, his whole body went limp.

But He Yun was completely beaten and had no strength to resist. He lay on the ground covered in charred black and did not know whether he was alive or dead.

He Yun naturally lost, and although Xu Jin won, he did not have the ability to fight again.

Countless students in Zhengdu who were watching the fight suddenly exclaimed.

The fight in the Purple Mansion realm was just one, and it left people in awe.

Putting these two Zifu monks outside, they are also powerful figures who are powerful in a county and guard millions of lives.

But here, the fight was so fierce that both sides ended up losing.

As He Yun and Xu Jin showed off, another monk from the Purple Mansion Realm soon appeared on the stage.

The Zifu Realm monk who took the stage was also a descendant of an aristocratic family in Zhengdu, but the person he wanted to challenge was a Chu Kingdom monk.

"I have long heard that Fairy Xiang Yu of the Xiang Family of Chu State is not only peerless in beauty, but also has extraordinary abilities."

"I wonder if I could give you some advice?"

　These are four thousand words from yesterday.

　　Dude fell asleep, hahahaha.

　　It turns out that the book friend turned against the boss and rewarded him with another hundred yuan.

　　Today I have ten thousand words left plus three thousand words
　　update!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)