Brother Zhetian Yang

Chapter 55: Reward one hundred pounds of pure source

There was a loud bang, a five-color mist filled the place, and bursts of fishy smell came.

The faint sound sounded like a snake spitting messages.

A mist-like starlight enveloped Yang Xingchen, cutting off the fishy smell. He opened his eyes and looked at the mist.

In the mist, there was a big snake as thick as a water tank, coiled there, and its hands were constantly spitting out poisonous gases of five colors.

There is a jade horn on his head, and a man is sitting on his head, holding the jade horn tightly.

This person was covered in a black blouse, blocking people's sight, and only a dark human shape could be seen. This person's name is Black Mountain.

The big snake is as thick as a bucket and has colorful scales, each of which is as big as a palm.

The jade horn on its head was shining brightly, emitting streaks of colorful light.

There are several bulges on its abdomen, and it looks like it is about to become a legendary dragon.

This monster has lived for an unknown number of years. It has been swallowing the essence of the sun and the moon and constantly evolving. However, it is obvious that the people at the Beast Control Peak use secret methods to control them, making them unable to transform and only used them as fighting tools.

This giant snake shot out bloody divine light from its eyes, and the poison it spit out made the stones on the ring sizzle and become corroded.

His tail attacked, as fast as lightning, hitting the ground with a roar, causing cracks to appear on the ground.

The big white snake rushed up, its figure was erratic, its huge tail swept across, and before it came, there was a feeling of blood surging.

The bloody divine light shot out of the snake's eyes, slashing at Yang Xingchen like a sharp sword.

"Twelve Swords of the Galaxy!" Twelve sword lights flew out from Yang Xingchen's body.

Twelve galaxies roared and turned into twelve divine swords, which struck down at once and watched as the giant snake slashed past.

With a pop, blood spurted everywhere. The twelve Galaxy Divine Swords chopped the giant white snake into dozens of pieces on the spot. The blood flowed out, like a stream, floating everywhere, and the smell was astounding.

Suddenly, the cry of a phoenix came, and an ancient alien species, radiating flames and thunder and lightning, flew out.

It was a lightning bird, said to have rare phoenix blood.

The big bird, with its wings spread out, was a hundred meters long. Its body was as red as blood, as if it were made of red divine gold, and it was chasing Yang Xingchen like blood-colored clouds.

This big bird seemed to turn into a bloody sun, burning blazingly, with countless lightnings swirling around it.

Yang Xingchen's Star Cauldron flew out, the top cover opened, and the mouth of the cauldron immediately turned into a huge whirlpool, devouring it crazily.

A silver vortex like a black hole, swallowing everything.

A mournful cry came, and the Lightning Bird, which had been extremely arrogant just now, was swallowed up by the silver vortex, and the lid was closed with a clang.

Inside the star tripod, which was as transparent as crystal, one could clearly see that the lightning bird that was contained inside turned into a blood mist under the interweaving of countless avenue divine patterns, and then completely disappeared into ashes.

The lid was opened, the Star Cauldron stood upside down, and the fly ash inside was poured out.

"I give up!" the man in black robe replied neatly.

"In the eighth battle, Yang Xingchen won!"

"Congratulations to Yang Xingchen for winning the first place in the first level of the Tao Palace!" The supervising elder bowed his hands and turned into a ray of light and flew away.

Yang Xingchen left the ring and returned to where the Xingfeng disciples were.

Hua Yunfei said with a smile: "Junior brother Yang is really good. It seems that our Taixuan Sect has another lucky general."

When Hua Yunfei called him Junior Brother Yang, Yang Xingchen cupped his hands and smiled silently.

Calculated from the time of entry, Yang Xingchen is indeed Junior Brother Yang. From his status as the Holy Son, all disciples of his generation respect him as Senior Brother Hua and Senior Brother.

From the perspective of family nepotism, Yang Xingchen should be called cousin-in-law. This relationship is still relatively subtle.

A few days later, the sect competition was finally over, and everyone competed for the first place.

Yang Xingchen quickly received a message, asking him and the first placers in other realms to go to the master to receive the reward.

The top ten in the same realm all have different rewards.

"I'm going to receive the reward where the master and the elders are, I'll take the first step!" Yang Xingchen cupped his hands in front of many other disciples, turned into a divine light, and flew towards the palace where the master was.

Those disciples who did not receive the reward all looked at Yang Xingchen with envy.

Everyone is obviously a rookie, why is he so good? He actually got first place.

In the entire Taixuan Sect, Hua Yunfei is unique and unmatched. Everyone is envious of him and no one is jealous.

But for someone like Yang Xingchen, who has just emerged, some people will inevitably feel a little uncomfortable and jealous.

But there was no way, Yang Xingchen just took the first place.

Yang Xingchen and a group of outstanding disciples met with the senior officials of Taixuan Sect one by one.

After some encouragement, one of them handed out a white jade bottle with all the prizes inside.

Yang Xingchen scanned it and found that there were one hundred kilograms of pure source inside, which was enough for him to complete the second level of Taoist Palace.

He is an ordinary mortal. He does not need to be a big drain on energy like Ye Fan. He needs to use countless sources of energy to break through the body's barriers.

There is also an opportunity to gain enlightenment in front of the stone wall left by the founder.

After the official fight is over, those who are injured will continue to fight until they have recovered from their injuries, until they have finished fighting at least ten times.

Although Yang Xingchen won first place, he still played two more games. After ten games, he no longer accepted challenges from others.

Then Yang Xingchen exchanged ideas with other disciples.

We are all disciples of the Taixuan Sect, and there is no deep grudge. Even those who were injured in the battle did not pursue anything. At least on the surface, everyone was enjoying themselves, talking about mysteries together.

Presumably this is what the senior officials of Taixuan Sect want to see, to sharpen their disciples and at the same time allow them to make progress through communication.

There are more than 100,000 disciples of Taixuan Sect, which is a huge group. There must be strict implementation of the sect rules to prevent it from becoming a piece of scattered sand.

In this world where strength is respected, if it works, it will work, and if it doesn't work, it won't work. Whoever has the strongest fighting ability will be respected. There is nothing fair or unfair.

Just like in the Taixuan Sect, there are many who have reached the Four Extremes Secret Realm, many who have reached the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm, and there are also many living fossils and antiques in the gate.

But why do they all support Hua Yunfei who only has the secret realm of the Four Extremes?

Because everyone knows very well that he represents the hope of the future of Taixuan Sect.

Where Hua Yunfei can go in the future will determine Taixuanmen's future status in Beidou.

In this era of revival of the great road, we must fight for it in order to survive in the future era when the great road is not obvious and leave enough foundation.

Yang Xingchen won the first place in the first level of Dao Palace, and a group of people immediately began to flatter him. There is no shortage of people with flexible minds everywhere, even in the world of cultivation.

Li Ming and Zhang Tiedan, who entered Star Peak together, were sent to those mortal realms to look for fairy seedlings. If they were here, they would definitely praise Yang Xingchen's stinky feet.

Facing some Xingfeng disciples who came forward, Yang Xingchen also smiled and pointed at a few of them casually.

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