A five-year-old Daluo Jinxian? I simulated binding with the prehistoric world.

"I still remember the scene when Master Daoxuan took us down the mountain to train. It's been almost three hundred years."

"Yeah, it's a pity that Master Daoxuan was killed by the evil people. It makes people feel sad..."

"Sometimes I wonder, if one day all of us old guys are gone, can the younger generation carry forward the Taoism?"

"Looking at these young disciples, each of them is young and promising, I have an explanation to Master and the others."

Sikong Zhaixing stood on the high platform, looking at the densely packed young disciples below the stage, and suddenly a burst of inexplicable emotion surged in his heart.

He couldn't help but mention the respected Taoist Master Daoxuan, and his words revealed a trace of sadness.

Seeing this, Qu Xingjian on the side could not help but frown slightly and said lightly: "Master, you have always been open-minded and cheerful. Why are you so sentimental today? This is not like the free and unrestrained you in normal times."

Sikong Zhaixing was stunned at first, then smiled self-deprecatingly, shook his head gently, and said slowly while shaking his hands: "Alas, time is unforgiving! When people get older, they always like to recall the past and think of those bits and pieces in the past... Forget it, let's not talk about these, so as not to make people laugh."

After saying that, Sikong Zhaixing took a deep breath, and his face regained its former majesty and solemnity. He shouted loudly: "All disciples listen to my order. Now I officially announce that the Seven Veins Martial Arts Competition has officially begun!"

Before he finished speaking, the whole square suddenly rang with warm cheers and applause.

Then, Sikong Zhaixing continued to say loudly: "The top ten in this martial arts competition will all receive generous rewards.

The first place winner will get an extremely precious Sword Intention Pill!

And the resources of the mountain will double!"

As soon as these words came out, it was like a stone stirring up a thousand waves, and the whole audience instantly fell into extreme excitement and enthusiasm.

You know, the Sword Intention Pill is an extremely precious thing. It is a pill made by the ancestors of the sect who spent a lot of their own vitality and condensed a strand of extremely powerful sword intention.

If you are lucky enough to take it and successfully refine and absorb it, you can greatly improve your sword cultivation in a short period of time, and it is even possible to break through the bottleneck and enter a higher level.

"Oh my god, this time the sect is willing to give out such a precious Sword Intent Pill as a reward, it's incredible!"

"That's right, this is the pill that the ancestor personally refined with his own sword intent, and its value cannot be measured by money at all!"

For a moment, everyone whispered to each other, and everyone's eyes flashed with greed that was hard to hide, as if the legendary Sword Intent Pill was within reach and within easy reach.

When Luo Liyan heard that the first prize was the Sword Intent Pill, she also silently clenched her fists.

With this Sword Intent Pill, she can comprehend her own sword intent faster.

At that time, her strength will also increase greatly.

She is determined to win this time.

On the other side, Wei Yixiao, Zhan Yun, Wan Puyu, Mei Qiaoqiao and others also showed a strange color in their eyes.

Soon, everyone finished drawing lots, and the elder of the Transmission Hall beeped a few more precautions for the competition.

Because there are so many participants in the Seven Clans Martial Arts Competition, nine arenas were prepared for the first day of the group competition.

Luo Liyan's opponent is Nie Ren, the senior brother of Kaiyang Peak.

"Where did Master go? He didn't even come to see such a big event as the Seven Clans Martial Arts Competition? Really." Ji Lingyun said in confusion.

"Don't talk nonsense, Master has his reasons." Luo Liyan said so, but she felt a little regretful that her Master didn't come to see her martial arts competition.

She took a deep breath and walked towards the arena.

"It's started. The competition has finally started."

"This match is between Senior Brother Nie Ren from Kaiyang Peak and Luo Liyan from Yuheng Peak. It's going to be a good show."

"Who do you think will win?"

"Nie Ren has been in the Jindan stage for many years. His foundation is more stable and his chance of winning is higher."

"As expected of you, your analysis makes sense."

"I hope Nie Ren won't hit too hard. I'll feel bad if he hurts such a beautiful junior sister."

Seeing Luo Liyan on stage, many male disciples were excited.

"Why did I hear that this junior sister named Luo Liyan has reached the middle stage of Jindan just two months after entering the sect, and her strength is very strong?"

"Shut up, just watch the show."

Just as everyone was holding their breath, Luo Liyan, in a blue skirt, jumped onto the stage as lightly as a dancing fairy.

Nie Ren, who was standing opposite, crossed his arms and looked at Luo Liyan coldly. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a sneer of disdain, and he slowly said, "Are you Luo Liyan from Yuheng Peak?You look so delicate, I will show you mercy when we fight later."

His words were full of contempt and ridicule for Luo Liyan, as if the outcome of this competition had already been decided.

Faced with Nie Ren's provocation, Luo Liyan did not show any intention of retreating.

She narrowed her beautiful eyes, frowned slightly, and retorted without showing any weakness: "I should be the one to say this! When we fight later, I will try my best not to let you lose too badly. "

Before she finished speaking, an invisible aura emanated from her body, confronting Nie Ren head-on. For a moment, the atmosphere between the two became tense, as if sparks collided in the air.

Seeing this scene, the people watching the fight below held their breath and stared at the two people on the stage.

Gu Huaye, the head of Kaiyang Peak, smiled and stroked his beard leisurely.

A trace of imperceptible pride flashed in his eyes, and he said softly: "My useless disciple, although he likes to joke on weekdays. Now his cultivation has reached the late stage of Jindan, and he has a rare and top-grade wood spirit root. The Spring Breeze Turning Rain Sword Art he practiced is also perfect, and has reached the state of great success, and can turn sword energy into rain. "

"I'm sorry to make fun of you. "

"Junior Brother Gu, you are too modest, aren't you? How can a disciple as outstanding as Nie Ren be said to be useless? If this is not considered a talent, then aren't all your disciples gifted and powerful? "

Faced with the praise of others, Gu Huaye just smiled slightly, still stroking his beard slowly, looking as steady as a mountain.

Hearing Gu Huaye's words, the people around him couldn't help but talk about it.

Some people looked worried, shook their heads and sighed: "Alas, it seems that this little girl from Yuheng Peak will suffer this time."

"Yes, I have seen Nie Ren's Spring Breeze and Rain Sword Art. It is powerful and can't be avoided at all. I'm afraid that Luo Liyan will find it difficult to resist."

On the stage, the elder of the Transmission Hall asked: "Are you ready?"

"Ready."

"I declare the first match between Nie Ren from Kaiyang Peak and Luo Liyan from Yuheng Peak to begin!"