Qingyuan Immortal Palace

"Although it is true that Wan Mufeng is proficient in the art of alchemy, but he can actually practice it in a little more than a stick of incense. This is such a miraculous skill!"

"Don't worry, look, the monk is still doing something!"

As expected, Fang Yang did not stop.

The spells in his hands kept changing, and the layers upon layers almost formed phantoms.

Then he combined the infuriating energy, elixirs, and spiritual herbs. A few hours later, after the elixir cauldron was opened, a strange fragrance filled his nostrils.

There are several red pills lying in the alchemy cauldron. They are rich in spiritual energy. They are actually fourth-level pills, and the quality has reached a relatively good level.

This shocked the whole audience, and even Hu Qingdan, the late-stage foundation-building monk in charge of Wan Mucheng, even wanted to accept Fang Yang as his successor on the spot.

However, as a contestant in the sect competition, if Fang Yang can win the final victory, he may be the direct disciple of the ancestor Yuanying.

Although Hu Qingdan was the leader of Wanmu Peak and a late-stage foundation-building monk, he did not dare to violate the rules and had no choice but to give up.

In the end, Fang Yang became the number one in the alchemy competition and obtained a low-grade spiritual weapon called the Qingfeng Cauldron.

This object can not only make elixirs, but is also a good defensive weapon.

Zhang Lin participated in the weapon refining competition and won third place. Although he did not become first, he still shined.

Among the three brothers, only Nopo did not have any amazing talents, and he felt very aggrieved.

He held his breath and vowed to show his style in the final sect competition so as not to embarrass the Three Great Masters Wan Mu.

After the Wanxiang Gate’s several inheritance competitions are over, it’s time for the Wanxiang Gate’s final competition.

This is also the peak of the entire sect competition.

The first is the drawing ceremony, which is presided over by the elder Jindan in the sect.

Fang Yang, the elder of Jindan, has seen it before. It is the father of the great beauty Xie Xueyi, Jindan elder Xie Dechen.

More than 900 qi-training monks participating in the competition will draw lots to draw their numbers in an altar surrounded by formations.

You must know that Wanxiang Sect is established based on formations. This formation is naturally very powerful and can completely block the spiritual thoughts of Jindan monks, not to mention that the people who draw lots are all disciples in the Qi refining stage.

When drawing lots, participating Qi Practitioners only need to input spiritual energy into a stone pillar-like array outside the formation, and a number will automatically fly out randomly.

This eliminates any possibility of cheating before the game.

The same number will appear twice in the formation, and two monks who draw the same number form a group.

Due to the huge number, it was naturally divided into more than ten venues according to numerical size for simultaneous competition.

In order to maintain the fairness of the competition, at least five monks in the foundation-building period serve as judges and preside over the order in each venue.

Of course, the competition arenas are hundreds of feet in size, and each arena is blessed with formations to ensure that the fighting inside will not spread to the outside. The foundation-building monks who are sitting in the arena can be free because they have formation weapons on their bodies. Entering and exiting the formation arena.

The number Fang Yang drew was "three six one".

Fang Yang discovered that the numbered jade slips contained ancient seal characters that impressed Fang Yang.

It was precisely because he recognized these fonts that Fang Yang entered the Immortal Sect by chance.

Fang Yang also discovered that although monks now use simplified characters, the more important the occasion, the more ancient seal characters appear more often.

"Maybe it has a subtle relationship with the inheritance of the ancient world of cultivation!" Fang Yang secretly analyzed in his heart.

But with the big competition coming soon, Fang Yang wouldn't think too much about it.

After all, he was ranked more than 300, and it was estimated that there would still be some time. Fang Yang stood in the audience, watching other people's competition with interest.

One of them is the guy named Li Hu, a descendant of Li Chunqiu, the golden elixir elder of Fangyang Wanxiang Sect.

On the other side was a Lingkuifeng disciple who was at the eleventh level of Qi training.

Li Hu's cultivation has now reached the twelfth level of Qi training, but his eyes are full of cold contempt and contempt, as if he is pitying his opponent.

And his opponent was obviously young and energetic. He shouted loudly and directly bombarded Li Hu with the white mid-grade flying sword in his hand.

"Little trick!" Li Hu sneered, a long cyan fan appeared in his hand, and he lightly fanned the flying sword that was coming at speed.

Suddenly, the middle-grade flying sword was out of control and was blown away.

Obviously the winner was decided, but Li Hu didn't give up and hit the Qi Practitioner several more times.

In an instant, several violent and shrinking black storms flew around in the formation of the arena.

"Master actually gave him the Qingfeng Kuangsha Fan, a good low-grade spiritual weapon."

Several disciples in the Qi training stage couldn't help but murmured privately.

This Qingfeng Kuangsha Fan was a spiritual weapon once used by Li Chunqiu, the Jindan elder of Wanxiang Sect.

Although it is only a low-grade spiritual weapon, the spirit inside is a wind evil wolf.

This demon wolf can turn the evil spirit into a black storm with magic. Its strength is comparable to the late stage of Qi training. If it is activated with all its strength, it is almost equivalent to the attack of a foundation-building monk.

At this time, Li Hu was like a cat playing with a mouse. Although he could fight quickly, he tortured the opponent until he was seriously injured before knocking him out of the ring. Seeing these, Fang Yang frowned.

At this moment, Li Hu saw Fang Yang at a glance.

Fang Yang's fame has increased greatly in recent days, which makes Li Hu, who has been famous for a long time, feel the slightest pressure.

He immediately raised his fist at Fang Yang and shook it contemptuously, obviously provoking.

But Fang Yang was unmoved at all.

Fang Yang is number 300, so he has enough time to watch other people's games and learn from them.

In fact, Fang Yang had experienced several life-and-death battles when he was a casual cultivator.

However, in the past two years, he has spent most of his time on improving his cultivation, and has fallen behind in combat.

However, Fang Yang also found that in the first round of the sect competition, the winner was decided in a moment, accounting for most of the competition.

Although the Wanxiang Sect can only be regarded as the last among the major sects in the Linglan Mountains, there are indeed many hidden talents.

Many contestants are elites, and some have just reached the tenth level of Qi training and want to gain experience.

Therefore, the gap between the two sides is often quite large. Unless the cultivation and magic weapons of both sides are relatively close, otherwise, after one or two rounds, the winner will be decided.

As for the cultivators who are obviously defeated, they dare not entangle too much, so as not to damage the magic weapon or even be seriously injured, which would be more than worth the loss.

At noon on the second day of the sect competition, Fang Yang reached the first round.

His opponent was a cultivator in the late stage of Qi training who held a blue water magic weapon flying sword.

Although the magic weapon in the hands of this cultivator was only of medium quality, some high-quality thousand-year-old water cloud stones were added during the refining process, so its power was comparable to that of a high-quality magic weapon.

Fang Yang sacrificed a purple long sword, which was refined by Zhang Lin and was named: Purple Thunder.

Fang Yang had several high-quality magic weapons, top-quality magic weapons, and even spiritual weapons.

However, in order not to be too ostentatious and not to expose his strength too early, Fang Yang chose to fight with an ordinary high-quality magic weapon.

"Dang~dang~dangdangdang~~~" Fang Yang and the cultivator, as soon as the two magic weapons fought, they blocked each other more than ten times in an instant.

The sharp collision sound made people's eardrums hurt.

The cultivator's face changed even more, because Fang Yang's purple thunder sword easily cut a gap of an inch in the opponent's blue water magic weapon.

Although the cultivator's cultivation was a little higher than Fang Yang's, the gap in the magic weapons in his hands was too big.

Fang Yang got the upper hand instantly.

Then, Fang Yang suddenly exerted his strength, and lightning flashed from the Purple Thunder Sword.

It was because the sword was engraved with a low-level thunder spell, and the cultivator's magic weapon was damaged at this time, and he was in a panic for a while.

The cultivator immediately used a medium-grade colored spiritual shield, but it only blocked the purple thunder for a moment.

Then he heard a few "crackling~~bang~~~" sounds, and was pierced by the body of the Purple Thunder Sword.

"Master~~~ Senior Brother~~ I admit defeat." The cultivator wanted to shout "Junior Brother, I admit defeat."

But he found that the opponent was much stronger than himself. Although he entered the door earlier, he still admitted that he was inferior.

In fact, this is also a smarter approach. In some arenas, because they want to take advantage of the argument after losing, they are finally beaten seriously by others on the grounds of "not being able to retract the sword in time".

On the other hand, Zhang Lin's duel is the most gimmicky.

When he first came on stage, he met a famous Qi training peak cultivator.

The cultivator's cultivation was not weak, and he was experienced, so Zhang Lin could not make a quick decision for a while.

Therefore, the two sides had to fall into a bitter battle. Fortunately, Zhang Lin had Fang Yang, a wealthy man, as a backing.

Therefore, Zhang Lin had a steady supply of elixirs and talismans.

Afterwards, Zhang Lin took out three top-grade magic weapons in one breath, combined with multiple defensive magic weapons, and turned himself into a tortoise shell, and then he wore the Qi training peak cultivator to surrender.

Zhang Lin was originally a weapon refiner, and he didn't attract much attention with so many magic weapons.

Compared with Zhang Lin, Nuo Po's competition was the most exciting, but also the most boring.

Because the three brothers were among the three heroes of Wanmu, Fang Yang was the first in alchemy, Zhang Lin was the third in weapon refinement, and only Nuo Po could not do anything.

Zhang Lin didn't think much of Fang Yang, but Nuo Po was a bit remote and couldn't pass his level.

He felt embarrassed for his two brothers, so he held his breath tightly, and when he got on the stage, he naturally had a process of venting.

On the arena where Nuo Po was, Nuo Po was holding a top-grade magic hammer majestically.

This hammer was made of the ten thousand year purple gold provided by Fang Yang, and Zhang Lin practiced hard for a month before making it.

There are also several blessing formations arranged by the foundation-building cultivator He Dong on it, which are extremely powerful.

So it will appear on the stage where Nuo Po is, and Nuo Po's opponents will be knocked off the stage by Nuo Po in an instant.

An old man who was practicing Qi at the eleventh level was beaten half to death by the hammer in an instant!

A cultivator holding two top-grade flying swords was beaten half to death by the hammer, "bang~~"!

A palace-dressed girl who was practicing Qi at the twelfth level was hit in the chest by the hammer, "bang~~", and was beaten half to death!

A cultivator of the eleventh level of Qi training who controlled thirty puppets of the middle stage of Qi training, "bang, bang, bang..." was beaten half to death by the hammer, both the person and the puppets!

So that the disciples watching on the stage where Nuo Po was gathered almost instantly, and then dispersed instantly.

Facing Nuo Po who was like a frenzied beast, many cultivators chose to give up directly.

In this way, the reputation of the three heroes of Wanmu was really established.

Three days later, the first round of competition was over.

After that, there was no rest time. After the first round, the groups were re-drawn and the next round of competition was carried out.

After the first round, the cultivators who participated in the second round had improved their strength a lot after the elimination in the first round.

The competition was also exciting, with puppets, formations, talismans, magic weapons, colorful lights all over the sky, and mysterious and extraordinary.

Such exciting scenes were repeated over and over again on more than a dozen competition stages at the same time.