In desperation, Jiang Li could only take the initiative to influence the outcome.
His method is also very simple. He secretly gathers a network of "good friends" through spiritual root branches, and allows those talented disciples with good roots to influence the elders of various sects.
Among the spiritual root parasitic monks captured by Jiang Li in the Misty Mountains, there were a total of eleven from various sects.
Jiang Li thought they might be useful at that time, so he didn't kill them. Instead, he turned the spiritual root seeds that he had taken control of into the Nine Nether Earth Fruit and fed them to them.
Now it didn't take long and it really came in handy.
You must know that this secret medicine garden does not actually have a real owner, but is a place jointly managed by various sects in the Dazhong Mountain Cultivation World.
All decisions here are made through joint deliberations among the spokespersons of the major sects.
The opinions of these sect elders present mean the decision of the joint competition team.
It is enough for them, elite disciples, to make a request, not to mention it can play a decisive role. It only needs to slightly affect the outcome and release one or two fruits.
Jiang Li himself also made a rare request to Elder He.
What Elder He means is that even if two Taoist fruits are allocated as rewards, at most only the two top names in this competition will have a chance to get them.
If it was Jiang Li's heyday, he would naturally have no reason not to agree, but now, would it be safer to assign it to the sect first and then obtain it through sect channels?
Given the status of Sutra Library Valley, it is inevitable to obtain part of the Dao Foundation Fruit, but Jiang Li is worried about long nights and many dreams.
Now in the secret realm of Medicine Garden, where the sky is high and the emperor is far away, Elder He, as the head of the Demon-Conquering Hall, can have direct decision-making power and participate in direct joint decisions.
But if that spiritual fruit returns to the sect, there won’t be just one or two people who are greedy for it.
There are powerful people, sect elders, and high-level connections. There are only a few Taoist Fruits in total, and the probability that it will be Jiang Li's turn is really low.
And here, if it is decided to be allocated, as long as you become the final winner, you will definitely get it.
For him, this is much simpler.
But the final result has not yet come down, and it is hard to say whether the United Competition will agree to take out this fruit.
After waiting for a long time, this last round of competition finally begins.
Twelve extremely beautiful female cultivators flew out wearing long skirts dozens of meters long, dancing dreamily in the air.
The beautiful dance of the immortals made the tens of thousands of monks below mesmerized.
And Jiang Li noticed that Senior Sister Qiyu from Huichun Hall was also among them.
In this grand gathering of the world of immortality, in addition to the official Black and White Second List, a Luoshen List was also circulated through unofficial channels.
On this Luo Shen list, no one talks about strength or cultivation, only the appearance and figure of the female cultivators are judged.
The female cultivators of the sect usually stayed on their own territory, rarely going out, and had few opportunities to be seen by outsiders. Now they gathered together for this grand event.
For a time, hundreds of flowers bloomed with wonderful fragrance, and thousands of beauties competed for their charm.
Since ancient times, everyone has a love for beauty, which naturally aroused the enthusiasm of many monks.
Especially among the casual cultivators, the intensity of discussion on this matter is not inferior to that of the official contestants.
There are also some versatile people who have made a lot of money by selling many portraits and statues of female cultivators on the Luo Shen list.
The graceful group dance of the female nuns ended quickly, and they finally flew to two high mountains in the mist, scattering two spiritual lights among them.
The aura fell, and the thick fog slowly dispersed, revealing the final battlefield of this competition.
The two mountains have obviously been transformed by the United Nations.
On the mountain, many tall trees that could easily obscure the view have been eradicated, and a climbing ladder has been mined around the mountain.
All the way up the stairs, flat and hard arenas are distributed up to the top of the mountain. On these two mountains, there are fifty arenas in the foundation building stage on one side, and a hundred arenas in the Qi refining stage on the other.
The two stone roads on this mountain wind up and reach the end. If you stick there for three days, you will receive the highest honor among the younger generation in the world of immortality in Dazhong Mountain.
When Ling Dang is at the top of his game, he becomes famous in one battle and is known all over the world!
Jiang Li looked at the highest arena on the mountain peak. Who else could he be in that place?
Standing on the top of the mountain and trampling everyone under his feet, this kind of competition was not very polite, but he liked it at the time.
Of course, before they can reach the top, the first ten of them still need to accept the challenge.
As the leader, Jiang Li will be the first to try to reach the top.
"Junior sister Qiu Hua, I'll wait for you at the top of the mountain."
Before setting off, Jiang Li smiled at the sword cultivator girl next to him, then took out a scroll from his arms and handed it to her. It was her own Luo Shen painting.
"Brother Jiang Li, come on!"
Shenshan Qiuhua next to him looked a little blushing as he took the scroll and said softly.
Immediately, Jiang Li jumped out of the crowd and took a few steps, flying to the entrance of the Baizhan Stairs.
Going up the stone staircase that had just been opened not long ago, but only a hundred meters away, a figure stopped on the stone staircase.
"Amitabha, Junior Brother Jiang Li is offended."
The man standing in front of him had nine ring scars on his bald head. His tawny monk's robe was stretched open by strong muscles, revealing bronze skin with a metallic luster. This image looked compassionate.
There's no way Weihuai can get along with her.
As the leader, Jiang Li will encounter five people blocking his way to the top.
If Jiang Li loses, the person who blocked the road will succeed Jiang Li and continue to climb to the top, and will once again accept the test of five people blocking the road.
And as long as you step up this long ladder, you will no longer receive off-site assistance. Until you fight five consecutive battles until you lose, there will be no medical practitioners to help you recover. The only things you can rely on are pills and pills.
Own.
If you don't have a certain level of strength beyond the same price range, it's actually quite difficult to reach the top.
And because of the rumor that Jiang Li was attacked, most monks regarded him as a weakling.
As long as you defeat a person who is seriously injured and has not recovered, you may be able to reach the top of the disciples. Naturally, the competition for the qualifications of this person is quite fierce.
The person standing in front of him now is a monk from Cihang Temple, whose monastic name is Zhengtu, and people in the world call him a monk who observes the precepts and does not kill.
This man Jiang Li has also heard from his brothers. It is said that he has a very good reputation in the competition, and is even considered by many people to be the favorite to win the championship.
It's just that this man obviously claims to abide by the precept and not kill, but it seems that the casualty rate of the monks he fights is very high.
Few of the monks he had fought with were intact after coming down.
Jiang Li stepped forward and greeted the other party.
Observing the opponent's body up close, I have to say that Cihang Temple's physical training methods are quite good.
This body of muscles is like a mountain of meat built up one by one. At least from the appearance point of view, he is much more exaggerated than Jiang Li in terms of body shape and muscle development.
Jiang Li himself put on a disciple's uniform one size larger, and his strong body still didn't look so out of place, but the other party's clothes were just a few pieces of fabric barely covering his body, and their function was limited to decoration.
"I heard that Junior Brother Jiang Li is also a physical practitioner, and we want to have a good competition today, please!"
The opponent spread his big hands and led Jiang Li to the ring aside.
"Senior Brother Zhengtu, you're welcome, please!"
Underneath their modest and friendly appearance, they revealed a sense of tit-for-tat.
Cihang Temple has always been recognized as the overlord of physical cultivation in Dazhong Mountain, and almost no one can surpass it! Buddhist exercises and physical cultivation complement each other, and it has gained a great reputation in the world of immortality.
Elder He of the Tibetan Sutra Valley is an exception. The disciples from his sect have amazing physical abilities. They can compete with the monks of Cihang Temple, and sometimes even overwhelm them.
Since ancient times, there was no first in literature and no second in martial arts. This situation made Cihang Temple very dissatisfied.
Regardless of the fact that a group of monks at Cihang Temple recite the name of the Buddha every day, their strong blood energy and physical cultivation determine that they will not have a gentle personality.
They usually refrain from greed, anger, obsession, and hatred, but they can become righteously furious with just the words "Vajra with Angry Eyes".
Ever since they had conflicts with Elder He's lineage regarding the status of physical education, these monks wanted to compete with them whenever they had the opportunity to prove their dominance in physical education.
The two turned around and walked into the ring next to the stairs.
As soon as Monk Zhengtu turned around, he revealed the four-handled door panel sword he had been carrying behind his back.
Monk Zhengtu is just over two meters tall, and these four swords are almost the same height as him. They will drag across the ground when he walks, bringing up a stream of sparks.
The width is even more astonishing. It is no exaggeration to say that even if Shenshan Qiuhua and Senior Sister Xiaosi hide behind the sword, they can be completely covered.
Hmm...Senior Sister Qiyu can't do it, she's too big.
Jiang Li glanced at the four stacked swords and couldn't help but look weird.
This was the first time for him to see a monk using this kind of weapon, and he was also known as a monk who would not kill.
Could it be that these four swords are just decorations?
Looking at the blood on the blade, it's obviously not.
Entering the ring, the two immediately distanced themselves from each other. Because there is no referee in the arena here, as long as they enter the ring area, it means the fight begins.
There is nothing to say about being directly attacked and defeated.
Clang!
The sound of large pieces of fine iron colliding with each other was heard, and the monk Zhengtu had already taken a broad-bladed sword into his hand.
That posture looks more like a butcher than a monk.
"I wonder how Senior Brother Zhengtu managed to avoid killing. Can you please clarify my doubts for Junior Brother?"
If you were chopped down by that thing, you would have to have a long lifeline to survive.
Jiang Li still felt a little inconsistent looking at the bloody weapon, so he asked.
The monk who kept the precepts opened his big mouth, made a standard "Oliji" smile, then raised his hand and threw the big knife in his hand.
The broadsword on the door panel fell on the corner of the ring, and the all-metal handle was inserted directly into the ground, leaving only the wide blade with a height of 1.8 meters standing there.
Then there were three more metal trembling sounds, and three other big knives were also thrown out.
Four broadswords were placed in different directions of the arena, with the blades pointing inward, surrounding the two people standing opposite each other.
"Well, it's okay to tell the junior brother, because the sword is not in the poor monk's hand, and the poor monk never wields the sword. The monks who fought with the poor monk all committed suicide by hitting the blade themselves."
"As for why they are so enlightened, junior brother will soon know."
Ollie's smile disappeared in an instant, but his burly figure still exploded with terrifying speed.
In just the next second, a cruel smile appeared in front of Jiang Li, and then a hand full of grooves pushed towards his chest.
Judging from the direction of his push, it was to push Jiang Li behind the big knife, causing him to hit it and be cut in half.
Jiang Li was speechless at this forced enlightenment.
The strong rhetoric and double standards of Buddhism are truly speechless.
As soon as he dodged the big hand, Jiang Li turned behind the opponent, raised his hand and pushed forward.
Immediately, the opponent's already slow momentum was accelerated to a point where it was difficult to brake.
Zheng Tu's control of his own speed was obviously far inferior to Jiang Li's.
After being pushed from behind, his burly body couldn't stop the car at all, and it crashed straight into the blade.
Phew!
The blood of the physical cultivator splashed into the sky, and the opponent's chest directly hit the blade whose length was close to his height.
The broad sword was still very sharp, easily breaking through the body's skin. The blade was deeply embedded in it, and hot blood gushed out, dyeing the broad blade bright red.
"That's what you do to help people achieve enlightenment, right? Brother Zhengtu, you're right. This feeling of not killing really makes me feel a lot calmer."
"After all, it was you who bumped into me, senior brother, right?"
Jiang Li was smiling, as if he really understood some philosophy and was quite enlightened.
When the monk Zheng Tu heard this, he didn't dare to breathe or speak, because the blade was still embedded in his body, and even the smallest movement would cause his injuries to become more serious.
puff!
Another large amount of blood spurted out from his body.
This guy already had multiple open wounds in his chest and abdominal cavity, and even a small incision was made in his bladder.
But even this kind of injury seems to be just that for a physical practitioner, not enough to defeat him.
Holding the blade between his two hands, one on the left and the other on the right, he managed to pull himself out of the blade.
An uninterrupted blood line from top to bottom seemed to split the opponent in half, but the burly figure still did not fall.
Jiang Li gave him a thumbs up, this guy is a ruthless person.
The muscles at the cut surface of the wound tightened one after another, and he just squeezed to block the long and narrow wound, stopping the bleeding and still barely being able to fight.
"Come again! The poor monk was just careless!"
Zheng Tu raised his head and looked at Jiang Li, intending to use the majesty of the Angry-Eye King Kong to regain his position.
But the next moment, Jiang Li's hand appeared on his chest and pushed forward gently.
The back of the monk who was guarding Tu was hit by a huge blade again. The sharp blade penetrated seven points into the bone!
If it were any deeper, this guy would have been split into two halves on the spot.
"Is this... the end?"
"The monk who keeps the precepts was defeated so quickly. How is this possible?"
"First of all, isn't he... seriously injured?"
When a large number of monks at the foot of the mountain saw such a magical battle, there was an uproar and they couldn't understand it at all.
With Jiang Li's current speed, it was very rare for a monk in the foundation-building stage to catch a shadow. Most of the ordinary monks watching the battle at the foot of the mountain didn't even see what he did.
They only saw that the monk who had a reputation for being fierce in the competition had accidentally hit his own sword, and then lost the ability to fight again after just two blows, and was defeated cleanly.
In this strange battle situation, some people even think that Monk Zhengtu killed too many people with the "no killing" method before, so he was now controlled by his inner demons and actually committed suicide.
The look of defeat was just like those of the monks he had defeated before, it was extremely brutal, and the horrific wounds could make one's scalp numb just by looking at them.
After leaving the arena, Jiang Li continued to climb the stairs.
Not long after he left, another monk and a ring appeared in front of him.
What surprised him a little was that this person seemed to be a casual cultivator.