Fairies Are Fierce

Chapter 184 Are you still fighting?

It's a cold and cold moon, with snow falling on the ground.

Outside the thousand-layered buildings of Iron Head Mansion, nearly ten thousand monks gathered in the endless square. Further inside was Iron Head Mansion and the Iron Head Grotto-Heaven in the heart of the Fallen Soul Abyss.

On the mountain wall at the end of the Iron River Valley, there are four large characters "Heaven opens all things" engraved on it, occupying the entire mountain wall. They were carved by Lord Linyuan himself when he founded the sect, and the sword worship platform is directly below the writing.

The time was approaching noon, and the elders of the Nine Sects also came after hearing the news and sat in the darkness of the sword worship platform. On the bright side, Nangong Yue, the discipline elder of the Tiedong Mansion, sat on the high platform below the mountain wall to take charge of this event. Competition referee.

Yunshui Jiantan Li Chongjin was sitting beside him.

Above the cliff, Shangguan Lingye sat directly on the horizontal line of the word "天" in "Heaven opens all things", looking down at the whole place.

In the secular world, only one stage is needed for fighting, but it is obviously not possible in the spiritual world.

After all, monks can control the world, and there are home and away games. If they fight on a stone arena, and iron and stone are all metals of the five elements, if a monk with five elements and wood stands on it, it is equivalent to fighting with his hands and feet tied.

Therefore, the Sword Worship Platform is not a simple arena, but a martial arts arena covered by formations, with a radius of one mile, in which rivers, woods, wildfires, gold and iron ore and various weapons are scattered evenly and absolutely fairly.

In addition to the formation of the Sword Worship Platform, countless monks are already looking forward to it. Due to the rules, no one is still wielding swords in the air. They just stand on the ground and watch. Only those with seniority can be invited to the corridor on the cliff. Take a seat.

The monks who were unable to squeeze to the front could only gather in front of the giant water curtain outside Tiedong Mansion and watch the battle that attracted thousands of people.

It was approaching noon.

Lao Lu and Qiu Fengqing were sitting in an attic, quietly waiting for Zuo Lingquan's arrival.

Zuo Yunting was shaking his fan in the cold weather and had a bird's eye view of the whole scene from the window.

Qi Jia held his sword and saw that Zuo Lingquan was not coming. He was about to speak when he saw a commotion coming from outside the sword worshiping platform. Everyone looked at the entrance of the sword worshiping platform.

The entrance to the audience platform is an octagonal gate tower. Four black-armored Martial Warriors from the Iron Head Mansion stand holding shields. Situ is as shocked as a door god, standing in the middle of the entrance, holding a golden mace and smiling strictly.

Outside the gatehouse is a straight bluestone avenue with crowds of people surrounding it on both sides.

Under the snowy sky, a figure walked slowly and slowly from a distance.

The person who came was wearing a black robe, with his hair tied up with a black hairband, and a long black sheath sword hanging from his waist. He walked across the snow-covered road, but there was no trace of the snow.

The figure walked steadily from far to near, obviously moving forward, but like a green pine on the top of the mountain, steady on the ground in the wind and snow, motionless.

"I'm coming……"

"With this style, at first glance, he looks like a swordsman who has conquered the world..."

"So handsome~"

…

Amidst the noisy conversation, the figure came to the gatehouse.

Li Chongjin, who was on the cliff, frowned and glanced, then raised his hand gently.

Fang Zuiqing, who was standing behind him, bowed his hands and bowed, then turned and walked down the cliff to the octagonal gate tower.

Everyone's eyes were also focused on the young man in black robe who had stood still under the gate tower.

Zuo Lingquan stood with his sword in hand, turning a blind eye to the crowded crowd around him. Instead, he looked at Situ Baye in front of him and raised his hand in salute.

Situ Shocking said all his good words this time, and then his master arranged for him to be the door greeter to witness his young master's 'coming out of the mountain ceremony'.

However, only he and Shangguan Lingye knew Zuo Lingquan's identity, and he couldn't talk nonsense. He just held his golden mace in an imposing manner and shouted:

"quiet!"

The sound was like a loud bell, and it was heard far away in the Iron River Valley, and the entire sword worshiping platform became quiet.

Soon, Fang Zuoqing also arrived in front of the gate tower with countless monks watching in admiration.

Fang Zuoqing is Li Chongjin's direct disciple. This time, there are less than ten direct disciples of the inner sect who came from Yunshui Jiantan, including Li Chudial.

Although it is regarded as a Low Grade horse, it is also a Low Grade horse passed down from the inner sect. In terms of talent and understanding, it is actually better than that of Situ Baye when he was young. He is definitely not a fool.

Fang Zuoqing was wearing a cloud-patterned brocade robe from Yunshuijiantan, with a sword hanging on his waist. He looked quite heroic. After walking across from Zuo Lingquan, he glanced at Zuo Lingquan without saying a word.

Under the silent gaze of thousands of people, Situ shocked and took a step forward and said:

"This competition will be conducted impartially by our Iron Head Mansion, and the elders of the Nine Sects will watch. You two don't have to worry, just use all you have learned, and you can kill. When the winner is determined, Uncle Nangong will intervene, even if he misses. Stop and beat them until there are no bones left and their souls are scattered, and Elder Liu of Yaowang Pagoda and Elder Xu of Fulongshan can put them back together."

According to the way of talking about people in the Nine Sects, if you can't even see two juniors fighting clearly, then you don't deserve to sit here. The following sentence is basically a joke.

Fang Zuoqing nodded slightly, then took off his sword and handed it to Situ Zhenzhen, and walked to a formation on the side of the gate tower.

Zuo Lingquan had heard Lin Yang talk about the general details of the fight yesterday.

The competition among the younger generations is based on their own potential, physical strength, and on-the-spot reactions.

However, there is a huge age difference between the disciples, and it is impossible to have the same realm. If you are in the higher realm, you will not be able to fight. If you compete directly, the competition will become a time-consuming battle. Who has practiced longer, there is no way to tell the strength of the potential.

For the sake of fairness, both parties will first have their bone ages measured. The age difference between the two parties is a small round, that is, they are considered peers only if they are within twelve years of age.

Then the realm is measured again, and the higher one suppresses the realm, keeping the two in the same realm against the enemy. Although people with lower realms will not weaken their spiritual understanding and experience, they still take advantage of their age; but there is no absolute fairness in the world. People with higher realms should take advantage of them if they make concessions.

In addition, foreign objects such as Law Treasure, immortal weapons, elixirs, and talismans must be turned in.

Otherwise, Zuo Lingquan would place a ‘god descending platform’ under his feet and dare to reason with the Eight Lords, even with a hammer.

What Fang Zhuoqing entered at this time was the formation to detect his own realm and age. As the formation lit up, countless rays of light merged into it, and all the monks' eyes were focused on Fang Zhuoqing.

Situ Zhenzhen stood in front of him and waited for a moment, then said loudly:

"Twenty-three, the sixth level of the Spiritual Valley."

"oh--"

As soon as these words came out, the monks who were watching all showed expressions of wonder.

Everyone present knows how difficult it is to improve one's realm.

The time it takes for a normal monk to reach the sixth level of the Spiritual Valley is a decade; even for a disciple of the Ninth Sect, it takes thirty or forty years.

Fang Zuoqing started practicing at the age of six and reached the sixth level of the Spiritual Valley in seventeen years. His speed was already shocking for ordinary monks. No wonder he became the direct descendant of the inner sect.

Everyone was amazed at Fang Zuiqing's cultivation speed. Only Jiang Yi, who was standing in the crowd and watching nervously, was stunned for a moment. She didn't expect that the other party was so aggressive that he sent such a weakling.

As the test ended, Fang Zuoqing walked out of the formation, looked at Zuo Lingquan, and signaled with his eyes.

The monk's eyes were also focused on Zuo Lingquan.

Zuo Lingquan handed the sword to Situ Zhenzhen and walked up to the formation.

As the stream of light lit up and merged into Zuo Lingquan's body, everyone fell silent.

Li Chongjin tapped his fingers on the back of the chair and waited seriously.

Qiu Fengqing also stood up and stood in front of the window to look at it.

Although Situ Zhenzhen already knew Zuo Lingquan's realm, he still looked at it carefully for a few times before saying loudly:

"Eighteen years old, sixth level of Linggu."

The whole place fell silent.

The monks nearby frowned, as if they were wondering if they heard correctly.

Fang Zuiqing, who was waiting, looked surprised, quietly took a step back, checked the magic circle, and then paused on the spot, a little unbelievable.

Li Chongjin on the cliff sat up straighter:

"He's only eighteen?"

Nangong Tieyue was the referee of this competition. He shook his head and sighed:

"Eighteen years old Entering Spirit Valley Late Stage, amazing talent...it's a bit of a pity."

Li Chongjin understood why Nangong Tieyue said it was a pity.

Because a normal person starts practicing at the age of six and reaches the sixth level of the Spiritual Valley at the age of seventeen. This kind of talent is enough to be cultivated by the Jiu Sect as a young master.

However, Qingkui followed the path of ascetic cultivation, and had accumulated a lot of foundation in the early stage. He was naturally much slower than normal cultivation, and he had to be at least twenty years old before he could reach the spiritual valley.

Zuo Lingquan reached the sixth level of the Spiritual Valley at the age of eighteen. No matter how hard he thought, he could not have followed the path of ascetic cultivation. It would indeed be a waste if such talent followed the normal path of cultivation.

Qiu Fengqing, not far away, obviously had similar thoughts:

"Old Lu, did he achieve this level by practicing hard on his own?"

Lao Lu was also a little surprised, shook his head and said: "I guess he got a great opportunity, otherwise he should be around the second level of Linggu by now."

Qiu Fengqing secretly breathed a sigh of relief and sighed:

"Eighteen years old, the second level of Linggu, which is considered average among the direct descendants of the inner sect. I thought he was very powerful."

Lao Lu remained silent regarding these comments.

Although the elders of the Nine Sects have regrets and doubts, Zuo Lingquan's sixth level of Linggu is real.

Even if you follow a normal path, reaching the sixth level of the Spiritual Valley at the age of eighteen is unheard of for ordinary monks.

According to the martial arts practice of "the younger the age, the higher the talent; the older the age, the more demonic sword skills", Fang Zuiqing is not unable to fight; but there is a clear gap between the two in talent and understanding. Very disadvantageous.

In silence, Zuo Lingquan walked out of the formation and looked at Fang Zuiqing, who was in a daze next to him:

"Still fighting?"

Fang Zuoqing was five years older than Zuo Lingquan, but they were in the same situation, so naturally he felt guilty. He turned to look at Li Chongjin on the cliff.

Li Chongjin sent Fang Zuoqing out just to get a feel for Zuo Lingquan, to which he naturally nodded slightly.

Fang Zuoqing didn't say much when he saw this. He turned around and took a standard Spiritual Weapon long sword from the monks of Tiedong Mansion and entered the sword worship platform.

The Law Weapons used by both parties must be of the same level. Zuo Lingquan did not use his own sword. After taking a handy sword, he entered the octagonal gatehouse...

(end of this chapter)