Chronicles of Celestial Origins

"Brothers, I'll excuse you for a moment. Let's all enjoy the feast. Three senior brothers, please follow me." Xu Ziwen led the three of them out of the courtyard and into an empty room. There were several late Nascent Souls inside. The monks are waiting, including those from other Xuanmen, such as Canglang Sect, Xingyue Sect, and Mirror Moon Sect, as well as disciples from aristocratic families and monks from the Chamber of Commerce.

"Uncle Cui, these three are the top three in the strength test board competition of our headquarters. The first one is Senior Brother Tang Ning of the Fifth Regiment of our headquarters, the second is Senior Brother Zuo Zhen of our directly affiliated Regiment, and the third is Qiu Ziyuan of our Seventh Regiment. Senior brother." A thin middle-aged man sitting in the center of the room was Cui Cangyuan, the commander of the direct team. Xu Ziwen bowed to him and said.

"Meet Uncle Cui." The three of them also saluted.

"The top three in each courtyard have been decided. You are all outstanding in both ability and political integrity. On behalf of this department, I would like to thank you all for coming to attend Senior Brother Bai's wedding banquet. Please follow me to the top of the mountain to congratulate the host of this banquet! Cui Cangyuan stood up and said.

Everyone agreed and followed him out of the room, and the light soared to the top of the mountain.

Directly east of it stood a shining tower, while the lower part was arranged as a competition venue, shrouded by a red square light curtain.

Several people entered the tower under the leadership of Cui Cangyuan. The interior was decorated with carved dragons and phoenixes, and was magnificent. The desks on both sides were filled with men and women, all of whom were monks cultivating gods. There were dozens of people. At the end was a ten-story high tower. On the stone steps, there are more than ten Void Refining monks sitting on the high platform.

Sitting on the main seat was a burly, middle-aged man with a Chinese-character face, and his temples were already slightly white. He was Bai Yuanting, the leader of the column. On his left and right sat a pair of golden boys and girls, Bai Jintang and Jiang, the hosts of the banquet. Graceful.

The atmosphere in the hall was quite festive and lively. People were whispering to each other in twos and threes, drinking and chatting happily. From time to time, monks would raise their glasses to Bai Yuanting and others sitting on the high platform to celebrate.

The group of people was led through the main hall. Tang Ning looked around and saw Hao Jianren, Sima Nianzu and other senior monks of the regiment sitting at the plan table. When he glanced away, his eyes also looked over. In an instant, the two of them Their eyes met, Hao Jianren only glanced at him, then turned his head to talk to the person next to him.

Everyone walked to the high platform, and Cui Cangyuan bowed to Bai Yuanting and said, "Greetings, Uncle Master. According to your instructions, the disciples have brought the top three from each faction who came to compete among the guests at the banquet."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zuo Zhen among the crowd stepped forward and said: "Zuo Zhen, a direct disciple of the regiment, pays homage to Master Bai. He congratulates Master Bai on his happy marriage and wishes that Master Bai and Uncle Jiang will have a son soon."

"Tang Ning, a disciple of the Fifth Regiment under our headquarters, pays homage to Uncle Bai. I wish Uncle Bai and Uncle Jiang that their wishes will come true and everything goes smoothly." Tang Ning continued, Bai Jintang's eyes stayed on him for a while, and he nodded slightly, not too much. Express more.

Others also came to pay their respects and congratulate him one after another. The twelve monks present were all in the late Nascent Soul stage.

After everyone paid their respects, Bai Jintang stood up and said, "Thank you all for coming to my wife and I's wedding banquet. You are all outstanding disciples in each department. I wish you smooth sailing in your future cultivation path."

"Give them a glass of wine." Bai Yuanting said, and the maid behind him gave each of them a glass of wine on a jade plate.

"I hope you can achieve good results in the next competition and take away your favorite rewards."

"Thank you, senior."

"Thank you, uncle." Everyone responded and drank the wine in the cup.

"Go!" Bai Yuanting waved his hand.

"Fellow Taoists, please follow me." Xu Ziwen led everyone out of the hall to a nearby room, pointed to a black box on the desk and said, "Fellow Taoists, please draw a number."

Everyone stepped forward and reached into the box to pull out the number plate. Tangning took out a folded piece of paper and unfolded it to see a big number three written on it.

Cui Cangyuan said: "Now that everyone has drawn the corresponding numbers, I will announce the rules. The competition will be conducted one-on-one later. There are twelve numbers in total. Numbers 1 and 2 are the opponents, and numbers 3 and 4 are the opponents. , No. 5 and No. 6 are the opponents, and so on.”

"Six winners will be selected in the first round, and three winners will be selected in the second round. They will be the top three in the competition. After entering the third round, a lucky spot will be drawn, and they will be exempted from the competition directly. The winner of the round will compete, and the fourth round will be the battle for the championship. Do you understand? If you have any objections, you can raise them now."

Everyone nodded and no one expressed any objection.

"This competition is for the purpose of making friends through martial arts. It is to demonstrate the exquisiteness of your magical powers. In order to maintain the principle of fairness and justice, the use of magic weapons, spiritual beasts, talismans and other external forces is prohibited."

"If someone uses external force to help, he will be directly judged as a loser. The competition will be completed until the point of competition. No intentional killing or injury of the opponent is allowed. Once the opponent indicates that he has given up, he must stop immediately. I will supervise the progress of the competition in the competition venue."

"If there is an emergency, we will intervene and stop the competition to declare the winner. There will be no objection to the outcome. The distinguished guests in the palace can also watch the competition on the stone wall."

"Now, please those Taoist friends who have drawn numbers 1 and 2, please follow me. Other Taoist friends, please wait here." After Xu Ziwen said this, he led the two of them out of the room.

Everyone sat down at the desk, which was already filled with spiritual wine and spiritual food suitable for everyone's cultivation for a banquet.

"Since we are competing in skills and making friends with martial arts, I don't think you need to hide it. The token I drew is number seven. I don't know which Taoist friend drew number eight." At this time, a man said, It was Zuo Zhen, a direct disciple of Taixuanzong's column.

"What Fellow Daoist Zuo said is that it doesn't hurt for us to get to know each other. It's all a fair competition. I got the number four. Which fellow Daoist is the number three?" A middle-aged man with a broad forehead and a broad face answered. It's Wang Qi, a disciple of Xingyue Sect.

"The number drawn below is number three." Tang Ning responded.

"I ask fellow Taoist Tang to show mercy when the time comes."

"It's a fair competition of skills, so far. If Tang is defeated, I ask fellow Taoist Wang to be merciful."

………

In less than half an hour, the first competition was over, and Xu Ziwen and the winner Guo Changming returned to the house.

"Please, the two fellow Taoists who drew numbers 3 and 4, come with me."

Tang Ning stood up in response and urged Cangyuan out of the room to the competition venue.

It was extremely wide inside, with a radius of dozens of miles. The two people faced each other hundreds of feet apart, and were separated by a red light curtain. Xu Ziwen repeated the rules again. At this scene, Tang Ning couldn't help but think about Xiao Bi in the Qian Yizong. The situation seemed to be back to the beginning.

"Do you understand everything?"

Both of them nodded and said nothing.

"The competition begins."

As soon as Cui Cangyuan finished speaking, Tang Ning stepped forward and rushed towards Wang Qi.

It has to be said that the rules of this competition are very beneficial to him, and no external force is allowed. If he relies solely on his own abilities, his physical strength and magical powers of heaven and earth are top-notch among monks in the same realm of Nascent Soul.

When Wang Qi saw him coming, he formed seals with his hands, but saw his body surge, and dots of dark golden light emerged in the air, rushing towards him and covering his body.

In the blink of an eye, countless dark golden rays of light enveloped his whole body, forming a pair of majestic dark golden armor around him. At this moment, Wang Qi's figure had skyrocketed to a height of more than ten feet, and his whole body was covered by the dark golden rays of armor. Covered, holding a dark golden Qinglong Yanyue Sword in his hand, like a living demon.

Instead of retreating, he advanced towards Tang Ning. The huge Qinglong Yanyue Sword in his hand slashed down in the air. The surrounding space was visibly messy. The trajectory of the giant knife turned into black. Before the knife fell, the space around Tang Ning was already in chaos.

With a loud "bang", Tang Ning's ordinary fist met the Qinglong Yanyue Sword with dark golden light flowing. The two hit each other, like mountains colliding. A huge gap opened in the ground, and the surrounding space was intertwined. The ripples spread like ripples.

The Qinglong Yanyue Knife shook violently from side to side, and the dark golden light on the handle gradually dissipated, but quickly condensed together and transformed into the handle again.

Tang Ning also felt a slight numbness in his arms and was slightly frightened. After undergoing the baptism of the Holy Blood, he fought against the rebels in the coalition forces and killed six people in a row, including many late-stage Nascent Soul monks. However, he had not yet encountered anyone who could compete with his powerful body. opponent.

Unexpectedly, under the attack of this Qinglong Yanyue Sword, even his arms were shaken and numb. He really deserves to be the leader of Xingyue Sect, and he really has something.

There was no time to think too much at the moment, his fists were like the wind, and he struck out frequently, striking each other with the Qinglong Yanyue Sword.

The rumbling sounds of metal and stone clashing kept coming. In the blink of an eye, Tang Ning had already struck more than ten blows with the sword with her bare fists.

Every blow was like mountains colliding with each other, and the momentum was extremely terrifying. Under the soles of the two people's feet, the cracks in the ground were getting bigger and bigger. They were already tens of feet long and three to four feet deep. This was all because of the powerful strength of the two people against each other. Fighting, causing cracks formed by violent shaking of the ground.

Tang Ning's arm felt numb with every punch. After dozens of blows, the tiger's mouth even cracked slightly, but it healed up again in the blink of an eye.

Under his frequent attacks, the Qinglong Yanyue Knife shook more and more violently. With each impact, a large amount of dark golden light dissipated on it. From the handle to the tip of the knife, after the dark golden light dissipated, another They quickly condensed together and re-condensed into the blade.