After Jiang Li arranged the formation, he filled the holes in the squares of soil, piece by piece.
In the end, only a few traces were left on the surface of the turf. As his wood attribute aura activated, the grass and trees grew densely, and soon there was no trace of anything strange anymore.
But his movements were always noticed by several pairs of eyes.
"Little brother, your magic weapon is pretty good. If you give it to your sister, how about she protect you to the end?"
Jiang Li stood up with a shovel on his shoulder, and a voice suddenly sounded behind him.
Jiang Li's face was expressionless and he didn't show any surprise at all. The other party had been following him for so long. If he couldn't find this, then his practice of the Guanyin Heart Sutra would be completely in vain.
I ignored it before, just because I was sure that the other party would never be able to escape.
Turning around, a woman in red was standing lightly on a branch, looking down at him with a smile that looked like a lollipop to a child.
Then a rustling sound was heard, and two more male casual cultivators, nearly twenty years old, surrounded him from two directions.
"It seems that not all casual cultivators are fools. I am really surprised that we have reached cooperation in such a short period of time. You are quite good."
Jiang Li was surrounded by three people, but his expression clearly looked like he had surrounded those three people. He was praising them in the tone of an elder facing a junior.
"Little brother, what you said is not very good. The two elder brothers will be very angry. How about you take out everything you have and ask my sister to intercede for you."
The woman narrowed her eyes, and then began to threaten Jiang Li. The two people behind Jiang Li were also slowly approaching, but they also kept a distance between them. It was obvious that they did not really trust each other and were still on guard.
teammate.
"Are you planning to take action against me? Have you thought about the consequences of taking action against the disciples of the Sutra Library Valley?"
Jiang Li touched the chain around his waist, as if he was comforting a python, asking it to endure temporarily and not hang everyone on the spot.
"Hey, kid, you still want to use the sect to suppress us?"
"This is the venue for the Dachong Mountain monk competition. Even if I kill you, no one can say anything."
"And did you see the fog above? If you die, who will know that we killed you?"
When Jiang Li heard this, he suddenly had the feeling that no one would come to save you even if you screamed. He inexplicably admired the other person's courage.
"You big sects are really rotten. This kind of competition actually allows a well-connected young master like you to come here to gild. Humph, it's just a pity that you met us."
"Hurry up and hand over all your things to me, otherwise I will show you what horror is!"
There was a man behind him, the malice on his face was no longer concealed. He tore open the sleeve on his right arm, and what was exposed inside was a colorful tiger claw.
This kind of direct transplantation of demonic beast organs actually has quite a market among casual cultivators. Although it may affect the future development potential, in a short period of time, it can increase the combat power quite a bit.
Jiang Li touched his immature face, feeling a little helpless.
Since his physical training, his body has grown rapidly, but the childish feeling has not completely faded away.
His age is really deceptive. Cultivation of immortality is a hard-earned skill that requires long-term accumulation. For many people, youth means weakness.
Even if he is wearing the clothes of a disciple of the Sutra Valley, few people will take his strength seriously.
If you don't know the inside story, it's not strange to think so.
"Forget it, I won't play with you anymore, Miss Shuman, have you made your choice?"
Jiang Li raised his head and asked, and then a shadow appeared behind the woman in red.
Qin Shuman grabbed the other person's head and covered the woman's eyes with his hands. The woman in red instantly lost all reaction and was so confused that she could no longer move.
This is the ghost's eyes, and when combined with Shushan's illusion, its power is extremely terrifying.
And with Qin Shuman's strength, although it is easy to suffer losses when fighting against monks in the foundation-building stage, there is still no problem for a Qi-training monk.
Then Qin Shuman forced the other party's head in front of him, opened his pale lips, and mist-like things poured out from the other party's blowholes.
It was she who used the innate ability of ghosts to quickly draw out the opponent's aura and vitality.
"Boy! You are looking for death!"
The female cultivator above was subdued instantly, and the two monks were also panicked. The female ghost was terrifying at first sight, and the two of them together were no match for her.
I didn't expect that this well-connected sect disciple would actually have such a cheating level of protection. No wonder he was so confident just now.
"Capture the thief first, capture the king! Let's go together!"
The female ghost Qin Shuman was regarded as a protective trump card given by the elders of the sect.
The two casual cultivators knew that escaping would lead to death, and the only way to survive was to capture Jiang Li as a hostage.
They rushed forward together, grabbing Jiang Li's face with a tiger claw, and hooked a sickle at his ankle.
The two of them acted together, and there was a bit of tacit understanding in their cooperation.
Bang! Bang!
A punch from above turned the tiger's claws into a puddle of mud, and a kick from below turned the iron hook into a ball of scrap metal.
The offensive that the two men were determined to win was easily crushed and had no effect.
Wow!
The prison dragon lock that had been waiting for a long time flew out, entangled the two people flying upside down several times at lightning speed, and then tightened it fiercely, squeezing inward with huge force, and instantly tore the two people into pieces.
Pieces of earth.
Without some special means, it is basically impossible for these monks in the Qi Refining Stage to achieve unity.
"Shuman, let's go."
Jiang Li threw the body into the coffin, and Qin Shuman, the owner of the ghost market, also came over with the female cultivator who had turned into a mummy with a satisfied look on his face.
She absorbed the vitality of a monk in the late stage of Qi training, and her originally pale body became slightly rosy.
One person and one ghost continued to walk towards the destination as if traveling.
The same thing is constantly happening in this Qi Refining Period venue.
There are more casual cultivators, but except for a few true geniuses who have been covered in dust, and some sons of destiny who have received strong inheritance from their predecessors, the strength of these casual cultivators is generally inferior to that of the sect monks.
These differences, from the level of skills, the power of spells, to the level of magic weapons, are added up, and the gap in combat power is at least two levels.
Many casual cultivators are also self-aware. After encountering each other, they feel that they are not completely sure of defeating each other, so they will temporarily go together and form teams in small and small groups in order to fight against the more powerful sect cultivators.
But even so, they lost more than they won.
Except... this group of people.
If the fog above these mountains disappears, the Sai Fang flying boat flying in the sky may be able to find that a wave of monks who seem to be impossible to hit with eight poles are gathering from all directions of the first mountain very purposefully towards the center.
Some of them are male and some are female, some are strong and some are weak. The places where they hang out in the Dazhong Mountain area are also very different. Perhaps they couldn't even call each other by name.
But they seemed to be summoned by something and converged towards the same goal.
After they reunited, they didn't show any intention of fighting. They just stayed there quietly, waiting for other companions to arrive one after another.
It didn't take long, but more than thirty casual cultivators had gathered here.
After all, the Qi refining period is only the beginning of cultivating immortals. The monks still have too few things to master, and it is quite difficult to defeat ten of them.
And the power of more than thirty Qi-training monks is enough to suppress any sect disciple except Jiang Li.
"Damn! How...are they connected to each other?"
Not far from the group of casual cultivators, a cultivator from Bailian Mountain was quietly lying in the bushes, looking at the scene in front of him in horror.
There were so many casual cultivators at such a distance, and the scene was so weird. If there was no conspiracy between them, he would not believe it anyway.
"They must have mastered some cheating method. There is definitely some conspiracy in this competition."
"No, we must convey this situation as soon as possible!"
This disciple of Bailian Mountain is named Situ Rui. He is a descendant of one of the two major families in Bailian Mountain. He is not only talented but also supported by unimaginable resources. It can be said that he is also a man of influence in this competition.
figure.
But even he had no intention of jumping out and confronting this group of casual cultivators. Instead, he lay cautiously on the ground and carefully retreated back bit by bit.
Swish, swish, swish~
However, a series of footsteps came from behind.
What was very unfortunate was that a casual cultivator rushed towards him from behind.
The monk saw the Bailian Mountain monk crouching behind the bushes, and immediately stopped and looked over with an expressionless face.
The next moment, more than thirty monks over there also turned their heads and looked over.
The disciple of Bailian Mountain cursed secretly that he was unlucky, took out a fog thunder in his hand and slammed it on the ground. Immediately, thick black smoke filled the air, completely covering the area near him.
Bah!
Situ Rui, a disciple of Bailian Mountain, also responded quickly and made very accurate judgments.
There are more than thirty people on the other side, and there is another person right behind him. As long as that person stops him for a breath, other casual cultivators will surround him. By then, let alone winning, running away will only become a
Extravagant hope.
The chance of success in escaping directly was too low, so he immediately threw out fog mines to block his sight.
Then he immediately took out the Sky Thunder used to call for help, and pointed directly upwards and pulled the lead on the butt of the Sky Thunder.
A bright and dazzling red light blooms in the hand. As long as there is a little more time, this distress signal will rise high into the sky and penetrate the clouds and fog, bringing reinforcements that can suppress everything.
However, Situ Rui's right hand holding the Aotian Lei suddenly sank, and he pressed a palm on the front end of the Aotian Lei.
The next moment, the aroma of burning barbecue filled the air. How could that fleshy palm withstand the burning of the lightning that was flying through the sky? It would be completely penetrated in just a moment.
Most people who suffer such severe pain will definitely not be able to bear it and let go immediately.
But this was not the case for the owner of this palm. Instead of letting go, he hugged the red light and huddled up, wrapping the red light in the middle.
His flesh and blood turned to carbon, his intestines were pierced and his belly was rotten. The monk was about to die before his eyes, but the red light that shot through the sky did not rise into the sky in the end.
"How...how is it possible..."
The black smoke slowly dissipated, and Situ Rui looked at the half-cooked monk on the ground in bewilderment, wondering why he could do this.
Then he looked around in despair. More than thirty qi-training monks had surrounded him.
"Damn it! You will regret it!"
When the magic weapon was smashed out, the spiritual light surged. Situ Rui of Bailian Mountain wanted to make one last move. After smashing out the magic weapon on his body, Yukong had to fly into the thick fog to escape.
But the monks were too close to him, and they didn't care about his attacks at all. They rushed forward and knocked him down without fear of death.
In the end, the disciple of the Situ clan of Bailian Mountain was pressed to death. Then the dying disciple was dragged on top of him. The black hair on his head gradually turned white. Finally, the whole person became older, and a seed emerged from
It rolled out of his mouth and fell into the mouth of the monk from Bailian Mountain.
....
In the foundation building stage, the competition is also very fierce.
Although there are not as many monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage who have signed up to participate as there are in the Qi Refining Stage competition, they have far exceeded the expected number.
The sects have joined forces with the competition team to prepare five types of terrain competition venues: knife mountain, sea of trees, swamp, volcano, and stone forest, which are divided into five elements.
In each arena, thirty tokens were placed. The participating monks were randomly disrupted and entered the arena to snatch a total of one hundred and fifty tokens.
The competition team plans to reduce the number of participating monks in the foundation building period to less than 150 at once.
Tang Yan, the sword cultivator's clone, was randomly assigned to the arena on the stone forest terrain.
Stone pillars hundreds of meters high point into the sky, densely scattered like a forest. This complex terrain has a lot of room for movement, which is a great advantage for physical cultivators and earth-attribute monks. If it were the original body, the combat effectiveness would probably still be there.
It has to go up a few points.
But for remote professions like clones, so many obstacles are a bit disadvantageous.
Then,
Sword Control Technique!
Giant Sword Technique!
Wan Jian Jue!
Explosive Fire Sword!
Wine and fire burn the sky sword!
Fuxi Yellow Dragon Sword!
...
The huge sword shadow expanded to a length of ten feet, condensed into a dense rain of swords falling from thousands of sword lights, a bursting sword energy that exploded at a touch, and a burning sword energy of wine and fire that burned the sky and cracked the earth, surrounded by a flaming dragon.
The Great Sword of the Human Emperor....
This poor stone forest arena was instantly devastated by the terrifying wave of swords.
The sword cultivator's clone seemed to have no idea what consumption was. Those big moves that others would have to wait for a long time to release didn't even pause in his hands. Waves of indiscriminate attacks hit everything around him like waves.
.
As luck would have it, the dozen or so monks who were near the clone when they came in were instantly confused.
As soon as they came in, what happened to them? What did the Shushan sword cultivator want to do, to exhaust his spiritual energy and wait for death?
A dozen foundation-building monks struggled to hold on under the wave of sword energy and sword light.
But Shushan Sword Cultivator's sword technique is not so easy to withstand. Even if it covers an area and covers more than a dozen foundation builders at the same time, the pressure endured by each person will never be too weak.
The protective spiritual light disintegrated, the defensive magic weapon was shattered, and the foundation-building monks fell one after another, but the sword cultivator clone showed no intention of exhausting himself.
In the end, under the wave of sword light, only three monks managed to escape.
The dazzling red light on the flying sword slowly converged, and after turning in a circle, it was returned to the scabbard on the clone's back.
This is the way sword cultivators fight now, not seeking the best, but seeking the most cost-effectiveness.
Cost-effectiveness, flexibility, and technological prowess are all unreal for sword cultivators.
After returning to the Five Elements Peak of Shushan Mountain, he didn't learn any basic sword techniques, and only focused on the sword techniques that cost the most.
Large consumption usually means wide range, strong power and high momentum!
The current combat mode of sword cultivator clones is becoming more and more simple. They stand on the same spot and then output wildly from a stance.
But being single doesn't mean it's bad, but it's so powerful that you don't need to go through all the twists and turns.
An endless stream of spiritual surges transformed the sword cultivator clone from an ordinary fire sword cultivator into one of the top five existences in the foundation building period of the Five Elements Peak of Shushan under the age of thirty.
From a pile of rubble, the clone Tang Yan pulled out a scalding hot token. It was as if he had passed the first round of the competition.