Fifty outer disciples were arranged neatly, and they were the winners of the outer competition. Mo Xian was among them. He ranked sixteenth in this competition, which was neither outstanding nor impressed.

The prizes for the competition have been given, and the top ten are prizes, especially the first place. Not only are they rewarded with a thousand Lingbei, but also a top-grade magic weapon. As the sixteenth place, there are only two hundred Lingbei, and magic weapons are also low-grade magic weapons. Only at this time, Mo Xian felt a little regretful, but when he thought about it, he had achieved his goal and left it behind.

The head Liuxiazi stood in front of the hall, with eighteen steps under his feet, and the square below was the square. The fifty outer disciples did not have a trace of voice, and they were listening to the head of the head to teach them.

"You are the elite among the outer disciples, but it is not enough. The elites need more training. From now on, you have entered a year of experience. This time is advanced because an organization has appeared in the world. Mortals only know that it is a killer organization, but they don't know that it is a magical organization, it is the Hall of Yama. We are invited to eliminate demons. If the Hall of Yama is not eliminated for a day, the world will not be peaceful for a day..."

The leader's long speech made the team of fifty people high in momentum. Mo Xian felt a little uneasy. He was originally a killer in the Hall of Yama. He knew that there were masters in the Hall of Yama, but he did not expect that the Hall of Yama could actually make the two sects of Taoism and Buddha mobilize so many people.

Fifty people were divided into five teams, each team had a captain and a deputy captain, with the top ten people as the captain. Wei Qing, the captain of Mo Xian's team, Wei Sen, and eight team members, one of whom was a woman, with bright eyes and white teeth and a smile on her face. Her name was Xie Caoer, and the other six were Nie Yun, Lianshan, Haitianchou, Huangfu Ran, Liu Changsheng and Yu Wuchun.

"Everyone will take care of your own affairs at this conference three days later, and then we will disperse it." Wei Qing glanced at the team members and said.

Mo Xian went to the market and had hundreds of spiritual shells around him. He bought some spiritual talismans and bought a set of six-needle magic weapons at the stall. They were low-grade magic weapons. It cost him nearly one hundred spiritual shells. This set of needle magic weapons was a bit rough in their work, but Mo Xian felt a little kind, so he bought them.

There is one of his magic weapons, a small seal, thick earth seal, which is the prize for him to participate in the competition. The name is very generous. To a certain extent, it is both offensive and defensive, and pays more attention to defense. Mo Xian has refined it. The small banner is of unknown quality, and it is probably not high. Mo Xian forgot it. Although the name of this set of Liuhe needles sounds nice, it is used for sneak attacks.

Mo Xian still believes that his sword is actually used to attack. Although it is an ordinary soldier, Mo Xian has half of his kung fu. At present, it seems that only one killing method can kill the enemy. The rest, whether it is fog, flying step, or ecstasy, are auxiliary spells.

Mo Xian quickly arrived at the place where he lived. The surroundings were quiet. The dusk had already been closed. Mo Xian suddenly stopped. He heard a trace of sound and faintly felt an extremely weak murderous aura flashing.

He quietly pinched a trick on his hand, but did not activate it. His back slightly raised, like a beast before he was eating.

A silver light flashed rapidly, like an illusion. Mo Xian clearly saw that it was a hatchet.

Mo Xian moved, and he stepped out of his feet, raised his seal in his hand, flashed his body, and then a thick fog rose, and his figure immediately disappeared into the fog.

The silver light suddenly slashed the air, and a man in black couldn't see clearly at all. Seeing Mo Xian hiding through the fog, he moved his hand and the wind suddenly rose, and a strong wind blew up all the fog.

Mo Xian suddenly appeared, his feet seemed to be left but not left, and his feet seemed to be right but not right. He came out in a stunning sword, like a spring dream without traces. The sword had arrived in front of the man in black. This sword was integrated into the skill of chopping wood, making people unable to avoid it.

As the sword passed, the man in black suddenly seemed to have inspiration, and his body slightly deflected. The sword fell into nothing. Before he could see clearly what was going on, the man in black suddenly lost his trace when he moved his feet.

Mo Xian was shocked. He didn't know who the man in black was. The sword he would definitely kill was in vain.

He felt a numbness behind him. It was not good. The thick earth mark was activated when his mind moved, and the thick yellow light protected him. At the same time, he raised his left hand behind and took the Liuhe needle.

The Liuhe Needle has not been refined yet, but it does not affect his use of the Liuhe Needle as a hidden weapon.

As soon as the Liuhe Needle made a move, six subtle green light flashed and disappeared. He was shocked, and the yellow light with the thick earth mark on his back collapsed, and a hatchet was already resting on his neck.

He felt a chill in his neck, but there was no pain. He slowly turned around and found a strange man in black holding a hatchet in his hand. He knew that this was the standard hatchet of the Immortal Sect, just a mortal.

Seeing that the man in black did not kill him, he became flexible and looked at the man in black, but the man in black could not see clearly, as if he was a cloud of mist.

"Who are you?" Mo Xian asked.

"I see you are proud. You can't even beat my casual shadow. Moreover, the strength of the shadow is similar to that of you. What qualifications do you have to be proud of?" A voice sounded from the side of the Tao, which was the voice of Qian Xuzi, the elder who passed on the Dharma.

As soon as he said that, the man in black disappeared, and the hatchet and the Liuhe needle in his hand fell to the ground.

Mo Xian blushed. Although he did not win the championship, it was his intentional act, but Qianxuzi's fight made him sweat: "Thank you for your teachings, Mo Xian knows that he was wrong."

"Not only me, but also a group of elders have seen your strength. Why don't you show it?"

"Master, I am a man from the martial arts world. For a long time, I have developed a habit of not showing all my strength in front of others. This is just a competition, not a battle between life and death."

"I shouldn't ask, but I'm curious, how did you embark on the path of cultivation?" Qianxuzi added: "If it's inconvenient to say, there's no need to say it."

"I, I accidentally met a dying monk and got a few books. Later, I met the real person Songxi. I wanted to take him as my teacher, but he did not agree, but taught me the way of Huang Ting. Later, I met the seriously injured Zixiu. Zixiu asked me to follow the funeral and promised me to join the Yuxian Sect. This is my experience. Master, are you worried about me?"

"If I don't worry about you, I will not give you any advice. I still have this vision. When you encounter the Immortal Sect, you will avoid disaster at most. You have no bad intentions. You must have bad intentions. You can't hide it from my eyes at all."

"Thank you, Master"

"I hope you can pass this experience and be officially included in the mountain gate. The experience is dangerous. This time the danger is greater. Be careful. I am afraid that you will be proud. I will give you a blow here. Don't rely too much on external objects. Practice is a process of self-continuous transcendence. After many years, you have a good understanding, don't delay it. Many years ago, there was a person like you, but it was a pity that he had fallen." Qian Xuzi seemed to remember the past, sighed, and his interest seemed to drop suddenly. He turned around and waved his hand and left directly.

There was something strange. Although Mo Xian was silent, he realized it in his heart that Qianxuzi had always been very nice to him. Perhaps because of this, he seemed to know something, but he was not easy to speak out to his external disciples.

Mo Xian is still quite grateful to Qianxuzi. It was him who silently guided himself, making him understand many mystery that ordinary people cannot imagine. Even if he doesn't say it, as long as he has the heart.

Mo Xian returned to the room, sat down cross-legged, and soon entered the fetal breathing. The inside and outside seemed to be clear, there seemed to be something but not something. He seemed to have light inside, but he couldn't see it clearly.

After waking up, Mo Xian sighed. The fetal breathing was at its current state. He was a little anxious and wanted to enter the state of inner wisdom. Unexpectedly, the more he wanted to enter, the harder it was. He thought for a while, then got up and hit Xingyiquan. Then he practiced the sword, using the spirit to control the Qi instead of the Qi. The true meaning in the sword gradually emerged. Mo Xian was very satisfied with the sword technique, and he was not anxious at all.

In the hall of Yuxian Sect, Liu Xiazi, the head of the sect, and several elders, were present, and a dispute was underway.

"Master, are you sure you do this?" Qianxuzi asked.

"We practitioners fight with heaven for the sake of that glimmer of opportunity. When the disaster is approaching, we have to consider ourselves." Liuxiazi said.

"No one can tell the great disaster of heaven and earth. Why should we get involved in internal disputes in Buddhism?" said the elder Xuan Jingzi.

"Precisely because of the inability to take it, the secret of heaven is in chaos. It is estimated that the great disaster has come. The Buddhist temple has emerged as a Hall of Evil Path, which has destroyed the Guhua Temple." Liu Xiazi said.

"Since that's the case, you should not send an outer disciple with low cultivation to deal with the disaster." Qianxuzi said.

"It is precisely because I am not sure that I send my outer disciples to it, it may not be a killing disaster."

"It's not a killing catastrophe? It will also become a killing catastrophe. They have low cultivation levels, but the Yan Luo Palace is a master. This is not to let them die." Qianxuzi said.

"You can't say that. Except for us, many sects in the Taoist sect are like this. To put it bluntly, they are chess pieces. As Junior Brother Xuanjing said, it was originally a matter of Buddhism, but the situation was stronger than people. Who said Buddhism is stronger than Taoist sect? It is impossible not to leave people, but they cannot use their true strength, so they have to send them." Liu Xiazi said.

"These disciples don't know this, so that's good. Sometimes ignorance is a kind of happiness." said the elder Mingzhen.

Qianxu shook his head and said nothing, Liu Xiazi spoke: "If they are tested, they will collect them as true disciples as seeds to deal with the killing disaster in the future."

They were talking in the hall, but the elites of the fifty outer sects didn't know that they were not right. They didn't know that they had been thrown out by the sect as the first batch of chess pieces to meet the disaster.
Chapter completed!