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Chapter 301 Golden Pool Conference

On the mountain peak, Wei Feng and Chen Xi stood facing each other.

"Taiyi Xuanjin Sword, top-grade earth-level sword, sacrifice your magic weapon, otherwise you won't even have a chance to struggle." Wei Feng shook the sword in his hand, the sword chanted loudly, and the golden runes on the sword body rolled and rolled, with great energy.

people.

Chen Xi smiled, took out the sword and carried it casually in his hand.

"You want to fight me with this useless thing? I will give you a chance in the end, hand over the valuable treasure, and save you from death." Wei Feng looked at the sword in Chen Xi's hand, and a trace of disdain emerged in his heart again.

In his eyes, Chen Xi's sword was completely black and dull, just like a fire stick that had just been taken out of the stove. Apart from the appearance of a sword, it had no other characteristics at all.

"Senior Brother Wei Feng, this guy obviously won't shed tears until he sees the coffin. If you talk to him so much, you are just talking to an ox." Zhong Liao said, his fat face full of impatience.

Chen Xi remained motionless and turned a deaf ear.

When Wei Feng saw this, he couldn't help but snorted coldly: "Since you have given up looking for death, you can't blame me anymore. Just watch your move!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a cold light suddenly appeared!

It is indescribable to describe this passing cold light, as if a poisonous snake that had been lurking in the dark suddenly showed its fangs, and disappeared in less than a tenth of an instant, as if it had never happened.

However, at the next moment, a sword appeared out of thin air in front of Wei Feng's throat. The tip of the sword was silently spitting out a sharp and cold sword light. It was an inch away from Wei Feng's neck, exactly like measuring it with a ruler.

The same.

Wei Feng's expression was stunned, and he kept his sword-raising posture, daring not to move. A layer of goosebumps appeared on the skin of his throat, and a drop of bright red blood appeared on the Adam's apple.

Big beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks. Wei Feng's whole body stiffened. He no longer had the high spirits he had just now. His expression was full of fear and his whole body was cold.

He could clearly feel how sharp the sword light was in front of his throat. It was like the sickle in the hand of the God of Death. With just one move, it could take away his life.

He didn't dare to act rashly. His intuition told him that as long as he made the slightest move, this dark and mute sword would pierce his neck without hesitation.

Thinking of that moment just now, when his voice fell, the sword was pressed against his throat with precision as fast as lightning, and a great fear arose in his heart uncontrollably.

He knew that, let alone a fire stick, even a leaf shot out at such a speed would be enough to kill him in an instant.

"I... give up." Wei Feng's voice was hoarse and dry. There was no trace of the disdain and arrogance just now, but a hint of panic.

The sword disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

Wei Feng's heart hanging in his throat finally returned to his stomach, and he swallowed with difficulty. Knowing that the tip of the sword was forcing his throat just now, he didn't even dare to do this action.

At this moment, there was only one thought in his mind, this person was not to be messed with!

"Senior Brother Wei Feng, you..." Zhong Liao on the side stared blankly at this scene, and rubbed his small eyes fiercely, looking in disbelief.

Chen Xi's sword was so fast that the winner could be determined in just an instant, which was beyond any of his imagination. He really couldn't believe that a guy in the early stage of the Golden Core could actually use such a fast sword.

"How is this possible? Senior brother Wei Feng is in the late stage of Jindan." Zhong Liao murmured to himself. Seeing Chen Xi's eyes looking towards him, his heart couldn't help but skip a beat, and he didn't dare to look at him.

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"This is where?"

"Yanxia Mountains."

"What's the name of the nearest city?"

"Qingzhou."

"Why are you here?"

"Senior Brother Zhong and I planned to go to Qingzhou to participate in the Jinchi Conference, but we discovered that there was a huge vision of heaven and earth rising in the Yanxia Mountains. We thought that a great treasure had been born, so we searched for three days and three nights before we came here."

"Golden Pool Conference?"

"Yes, every hundreds of years, Qingzhou holds a Jinchi Conference. Only Jindan monks under the age of thirty can participate. It is a grand event in Qingzhou and even the entire Central Plains cultivation world. There will be many golden elixirs of the younger generation.

The strong will take part in it.”

"It seems similar to the Star Conference?"

"Fellow Taoist... ah, no, seniors don't know. This Golden Pond Conference is to prepare for the Stars Conference. In previous years' Golden Pond Conference, as long as the monks can achieve a hundred consecutive victories, 80% of them hope to enter the Stars Conference.

The top 100. Therefore, young talents all over the world also use the Golden Pond Conference as a whetstone to predict their ranking in the Star Conference."

"Oh, that's it. Are there many masters participating?"

"Many, very many, not only from our Central Plains region, but also monks from the Northern Barbarians and the East China Sea come here because of their reputation. However, some of the top masters, such as Qing Xiuyi and Tianxuan of the Yunhe Sect, will not participate.

Zhao Qinghe from Pavilion, Huangfu Changtian from Prince Rui’s Mansion, etc. For them, the top ten in the Stars Conference must have a place, so it doesn’t mean much whether or not to participate in the Jinchi Conference.”

"Huangfu Changtian? What is his relationship with Huangfu Chongming?"

"Huangfu Changtian is his elder brother. He is an extremely talented person, a genius, brave and domineering, and extremely powerful. Otherwise, he would not be on an equal footing with Qing Xiuyi and Zhao Qinghe."



Wei Feng and Zhong Liao stood respectfully, like a pair of well-behaved babies. They knew everything about Chen Xi's problems and spoke endlessly. There was no resentment in their hearts, and there was even a trace of happiness and gratitude.

The reason is very simple. Chen Xi did not kill them and promised to let them leave after asking questions.

This is simply a blessing from heaven for them. You must know that murders and treasure seizures often happen in the cultivation world. Monks like Chen Xi who can ignore past grudges and let them go with magnanimity are simply rare beings. How can they still have it in their hearts?

Dare you have a trace of resentment and dissatisfaction?

"Zhao Qinghe, could he be the disciple of that sloppy old Taoist back then?" An idea flashed in Chen Xi's mind, and he remembered the sloppy old Taoist who took away the ancient gods and demons, and the stern young man beside him. But he clearly heard that the sloppy old Taoist said

He calls his disciple "Qinghe".

He once heard a sloppy old man say that Zhao Qinghe's strength is enough to be among the top ten in the Stars Conference, but it is dangerous to compete for the top three. It is said that this year's Stars Conference is unusual, and many hidden

The old monsters who have never been born in the world have also ordered their disciples to be born and participate in the Star Conference. In this way, if people like Qing Xiuyi and Huangfu Changtian are also included, this year's Star Conference will really be a great one.

There are so many masters!

"Senior, can we leave?" Seeing Chen Xi sinking into deep thought for a long time, Wei Feng became increasingly uneasy and couldn't help but muster up the courage to ask cautiously.

"Oh, let's go, I'll go with you." Chen Xi woke up and said.

"Ah?" Wei Feng and Zhong Liao looked at each other and saw the uneasiness in each other's eyes, thinking that Chen Xi had regretted it again and planned to kill him on the road.

"Ah what? It's your blessing that my master is traveling with you. What a pair of blind fools." Mu Kui cursed loudly.

"Senior, is he also going to Qingzhou to participate in the Golden Pool Conference?" Wei Feng was not stupid. After thinking for a while, he vaguely guessed Chen Xi's intention, but he still wanted to be sure in case something changed.

"Golden scales are not just a thing in the pond. They turn into dragons when encountering storms. The name is very powerful. Of course I will not miss such a grand event." Chen Xi nodded.

"With the strength of my seniors, I would have easily won a hundred consecutive victories in the Golden Pool Tournament, jumped over the dragon gate, and become famous all over the world." Wei Feng was completely relieved, and he did not forget to flatter him.

"Exactly, senior methods like this are absolutely shocking to the past and unprecedented. If you want to win a hundred consecutive victories, it is easy to do. No one can compare." Zhong Liao smiled with a smile on his face and quickly sent a very loud one.

of flattery.

"Let's go, I'm not sure you can make it out of the Yanxia Mountains alive." Chen Xi glanced at the two of them and said calmly.

The two of them trembled in excitement. They no longer dared to show their courtesy for nothing. They hurriedly set up the escape light and opened the way in front. They had already seen that Chen Xi was definitely not comparable to those domineering disciples who had succeeded in their youth. He did not care about taking pictures of other people's horses at all.

fart……

Qingzhou City is thirty thousand miles away from the Yanxia Mountains, but for Jindan cultivators like Chen Xi, this distance is only the time of a cup of tea.

Along the way, Chen Xi saw many monks heading towards Qingzhou. There were both men and women, but they all looked extremely young and heroic. Some were driving escape lights, driving magic weapons, or riding spiritual birds and beasts.

The sky is decorated with splendid colors, the atmosphere is diverse, and it looks lively and lively.

Obviously, these people are all here for the Golden Pool Conference.

And along the way, Chen Xi also discovered that the things these people talked about were all related to the Golden Pond Conference, which also gave him a better understanding of this conference.

"Kowloon chariot! It's Master Zhou. I didn't expect him to be here too!"

Just as Chen Xi was deep in thought, a cry of surprise suddenly sounded under the sky in the distance. In an instant, the hundreds of monks who were originally on their way evaded to both sides, making way for an extremely spacious air passage.

Master Thursday?

Chen Xi was startled, raised his eyes and glanced back, and saw nine huge dragons that were a thousand feet long, covered with cold scales, and with two strands of dragon whiskers growing from their mouths, pulling a car as big as a mountain, with a cold and thick shape.

The precious chariot, filled with a noble aura, came at a rapid speed, crushing the void.

And on both sides of the chariot, there were thirty-six young girls and thirty-six handsome young men standing respectively. Each of them was dressed in gorgeous robes and held a flag. The flag had a sharp and domineering character "Zhou" written on it.

.

Nine giant black dragons, with majestic power and monstrous aura, soared in the sky. The terrifying aura covered the sky and the earth. Everyone present felt a huge pressure, and their faces were earth-colored.

And on the throne in the center of the chariot, there is a young man sitting cross-legged. His back is straight, his eyes are closed in meditation, and he remains motionless, but his momentum is like that of a king coming to parade around the country!

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ps1: I have arranged a role for the "Surround" brothers. Isn't it domineering? In addition, if you want to play a small role, please leave a message in the book review area. The more information, the better.

ps2: This chapter was coded in the ward of a community hospital. I was typing while I was getting an IV drip, even though it was just one hand moving. The nurse sister didn’t see my computer screen and thought I was obsessed with playing even though I was like this.

The game, with a hint of disdain in his eyes... I didn't even bother to laugh at that time. Who in this world can understand my brother's indomitable coding spirit?

ps3: The third update depends on the situation. The intravenous drip will not be administered until the early morning. The coding speed of one hand is about 15-20 words per minute. Before the early morning, as long as there are no glitches, I should be able to code.


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