There was an uproar outside the mask, and there were many people who were stunned.
Even the bald man serving as the referee looked at the young man with a strange look on his face, and then announced loudly:
"Luoyun Zong Bairan, wins!"
Bai Ran bowed to the big man without changing his expression, and then walked out of the mask calmly.
Then two disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect rushed into the venue, carried the unconscious Yao Feng out, and then tried to revive him.
At this time, the short old man outside the court had his eyes wide open in disbelief and his face looked extremely ugly.
Although he knew that there must be something strange about the opponent's disciple participating in the conference with such a low level of cultivation. But he never expected that the opponent would use talismans as a means of attack, and the disciple he had high hopes for could meet him in person.
He lost to the opponent. This made him, who had just made fun of the old man in red shirt, find it hard to change his face.
For a moment, an embarrassed look appeared on this person's face. He was full of depression, but he couldn't say anything.
"Haha! Brother Duan, this disciple of yours is really interesting. He actually used a talisman with dozens of spirit stones in one shot. Although it is a bit tricky, it can activate so many fire bullet talismans at the same time. It took a lot of hard work in the technique.
, it is difficult for ordinary disciples to be so skilled." The old man surnamed Fu said with a dumb smile after looking at Bai Ran's competition in the mask.
"Nothing! Our disciple is a talisman maker himself. It is normal to use talismans to attack. Of course, he is willing to use so many talismans at one time. Duan is also a little surprised." The old man in red shirt saw the ancient sword sect.
Jiang Yun's deflated expression made him feel naturally relieved, but he wrote in an understatement that was either true or false.
"Hmph! It's just that there are more talismans. Now everyone else knows this method. Your disciple will definitely not be able to pass the following competition." Jiang Yun still muttered angrily.
"Really?" The old man in red shirt chuckled and said nothing more.
"However, this disciple of Guizong's rushing movement is similar to the worldly light-weight technique. Otherwise, it would not be possible to catch Master Nephew Yao off guard so quickly." The scholar in green robe looked at it and returned to the Luoyun Sect queue.
Bai Ran nodded without any concern.
"Fellow Daoist Bai has also noticed it! This disciple of our sect used to be a casual cultivator, and what he learned is a bit mixed, which makes your family laugh!" The old man in red shirt showed a look of surprise.
"It's nothing. I have had some interest in martial arts in the secular world before and have studied a little. Although this kind of mortal martial arts has no effect on high-level monks, if the disciples in the Qi refining stage can use it skillfully,
It can still add three points of strength. Moreover, this disciple of Guizong is so skillful and seems to have experienced a lot of actual combat. The defeat of this disciple is not unjust." The Confucian scholar said with a smile.
While these three factions were talking calmly, the referee on the court had been replaced by an old man in gray from Luoyun Sect. He said expressionlessly:
"The second game, Ruan Tianci of Baiqiao Academy versus Zhou Xu of Ancient Sword Academy."
As these words came out, two more young men stood out from Baiqiaoyuan and Gujianmen respectively. After saluting each other and holding fists, when the old man said "start", they each made secrets and released their magic weapons to fight together.
The alchemy monks from the three sects immediately put the previous competition aside and concentrated on this competition.
I don't know if it was affected by Bai Ran's previous battle, but the two disciples obviously played much more conservatively, which made people outside the field feel a little bored.
In the end, it was the sword cultivating disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect who were more skilled and used their swords to break through the opponent's magic weapon protection and returned home victorious.
In the next round, it was the turn of the competition between Luoyun Sect and Baiqiaoyuan... In this way, the first round of competition took two full days to complete.
Among them, the sword cultivating ability of the Ancient Sword Sect is really not something to be boasted about.
Except for Bai Ran and a few others, the other two disciples who encountered the Ancient Sword Sect were obviously at a disadvantage and lost one after another.
The occurrence of this situation finally made the monk surnamed Jiang smile happily again, and he felt like he was sulking.
Fortunately, several pill-forming monks from Baiqiaoyuan and the red-shirted old man from Luoyun Sect had already anticipated this, so although they felt that they were not very good-looking, they were able to keep it under wraps and pretended not to mind.
Judging from his demeanor alone, he seems to be far superior to the short old man.
In the second round of the competition, Bai Ran's opponent was a heroic female cultivator in the Qi refining stage from Baiqiaoyuan.
This woman had seen Bai Ran's previous competition, and as soon as she took action, she released the flying magic weapon and flew into the air.
When she thought about it, in this way, she could move forward and retreat freely to avoid Bai Ran's talisman attack. Moreover, she was quite afraid of Bai Ran's fast movement.
Seeing this situation, Bai Ran sighed lightly and threw out the Fire Bullet Talisman again without saying anything.
As a result, when the woman was triumphantly planning to avoid these fireballs, Bai Ran made a gesture with both hands, and the many fireballs flashed red on the way, turning into dozens of fist-sized flaming birds, circling and flying.
When the female cultivator from Baiqiaoyuan saw this scene, she was shocked. When she tried to use the magic weapon to protect her body, Bai Ran didn't give her a chance at all. When she pretended to read the mantra, it was just a movement of her mind.
Suddenly all the firebirds flew near the female nun, and immediately crashed into her from all directions.
Although the female disciple hurriedly borrowed a talisman to release a layer of water attribute shield, it could not withstand such a violent attack, and within a moment, the shield shattered.
The woman had no choice but to admit defeat immediately.
After this battle, the other two sects of disciples, who originally thought that they could only rely on the talismans to defeat them, finally felt a little moved.
However, some of the foundation-building monks who possessed powerful magic weapons still clearly looked down upon Bai Ran, a nouveau riche, for dismissing him. As a result... at dusk five days later, in the middle of Yunmeng Mountain, a place stood against the mountain.
The nameless valley.
This valley is located in a remote place. It has been shrouded in endless mist for many years. It can be said that it is so dark and wet that you can't see your fingers. And in this mist, there are countless poisonous insects such as scorpions and snakes.
, entrenched in it.
And because the valley is really not big, even if a monk occasionally flies over the valley, it is very easy to ignore it, and no one will drop down to see what is going on.
But on this day, the fog in the valley was even more misty than usual. However, deep in the valley, at a pile of rocks that looked chaotic but actually had a mysterious meaning, a white light suddenly flashed, followed by two figures.
Appeared there out of thin air.
One of the two people is wearing gray robes and has a ferocious face, while the other is wearing a green robe and jade belt and has an elegant appearance.
"Isn't this Brother Bai from the Ancient Sword Sect and Fellow Daoist Yu from the Luo Yun Sect! Why, the sword trial meeting is over?" There was no one around the pile of rocks, but a lazy man's voice came out for no reason,
Slightly hoarse.
"It turns out that Brother Yue is on duty today! The conference is indeed over. The two of us will come over first to see how the Holy Land Mingqing Lingshui is prepared. If the preparations are complete, let the ten disciples teleport over directly. It will save you a lot.
Something is wrong, something unexpected happened." The monk surnamed Bai from the Ancient Sword Sect said with a smile that showed no signs of abnormality.
As for the old man in gray clothes on the side, his face was still expressionless and silent.
"What accident could happen? There are only three pill-forming monks here like you and me, guarding here day and night. Plus, when the time comes, you will come together. Are you afraid that a group of low-level monks will make a big splash?
"The man who made the call looked disapproving.
"The tree of spiritual eyes is of great importance, so it's better to be careful and avoid making big mistakes! What's more, when Mingqing Lingshui is dripped into the alcohol liquid, it must be the last step. Once the preparation is completed, the eyes must be washed immediately, otherwise the effect will be lost.
It will be greatly reduced! Otherwise, why would we bring these ten disciples here!" said the monk surnamed Bai, shaking his head slightly.
"Okay. Ming Qing Ling Shui has been prepared. When the time comes, let them clean their eyes and leave immediately. There are many restrictions here. They have teleported here and will not know where this place is.
"The man chuckled and said very confidently.
"Of course it's best! Brother Yu, stay here for now. I'll inform other fellow Taoists and ask those disciples to teleport over." The monk surnamed Bai said with a slight nod.
"By the way! Is the winner of this sword test competition still the Ancient Sword Sect?" The man who made the call suddenly remembered something and asked.
"The winner of this competition is our nephew Meng Di from the Ancient Sword Sect. I'm afraid Brother Yue will be a little disappointed." The scholar in green robe said with a slight smile.
"Hmph! It's not surprising that you sword cultivators are stronger than us ordinary monks during the foundation building stage. But after reaching the pill forming stage, it's hard to say who is stronger and who is weaker. If I have the chance, I'll bring one to your third senior brother.
"Yes, Yue would like to have a discussion with him again." The man's lazy voice showed a trace of dissatisfaction.
After hearing this, the Confucian scholar surnamed Bai was silent for a moment, but then he chuckled and said:
"It seems that Brother Yue is still bitter about his defeat at the hands of Third Senior Brother. However, I am afraid he will disappoint fellow Taoist disciples. Third Senior Brother is now reaching the realm of the late stage of Dan Jie and has just gone into seclusion."
"Late stage of elixir formation, seclusion?" The man who spoke the voice was obviously startled, and then he let out a long sigh, and no more sound came out.
The monk surnamed Bai from the Ancient Sword Sect raised his hand without saying anything, and a ray of white light hit a seemingly ordinary bluestone nearby. Suddenly, the light flashed in the pile of rocks. After a white light emerged, the man disappeared without a trace.
No trace.
This pile of rocks was actually a teleportation circle that was cleverly concealed.
After the old man in gray clothes saw the other party leaving, he went to find a fast mountain stone nearby and sat down cross-legged.
At the other end of the teleportation array, in a small stone room in Baiqiao Courtyard, the figure of a Confucian scholar appeared in the array in the white light, surrounded by several high-level monks from the three sects including the old man named Fu.
"How are you, Junior Brother? The preparations are almost over there." The monk surnamed Jiang asked without thinking as soon as he saw the figure of the Confucian scholar emerging.
"Senior brother, don't worry. Everything is in order at the Holy Land. You can teleport there now." The Confucian scholar replied with a smile.
"That's good! Brother Duan, please bring the ten juniors in. According to the agreement, each of our three sects will send a Danjie monk to accompany us. Elder Wang will follow us here, and Luoyun Sect also has Yu Feng
My Lord. Brother Jiang, who is going with you here?" The old man surnamed Fu nodded with satisfaction and said.
Hearing this, the old man in red shirt opened the door and went out without saying a word.
"Is there anything good to do in the Holy Land? It's not like I haven't been there before. Let Junior Brother Bai take a trip." The old man surnamed Jiang replied indifferently.
"Okay. I remember that although Fellow Daoist Bai has never been on duty in the Holy Land, he was one of the ten disciples in the Sword Trial Conference. Now he is revisiting his old place." The old man surnamed Fu said with a smile.
The green-robed Confucian looked calmly and nodded in agreement without saying anything.
But the young woman in white came to the Confucian scholar with a charming smile and stood side by side with him, looking extremely affectionate.
At this time, there were footsteps outside the stone room, and the old man in red shirt walked in with a calm expression, followed by the disciples from the three sects who entered the top ten.
This time, although the Luoyun Sect still did not get the first place, there were four disciples in the top ten, ranking first among the three sects.
This made the old man surnamed Duan calm on the surface, but he was quite content in his heart.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at the four disciples of his family, including the woman named Mu from Tianquan Peak and a cold-faced young man named Sun Huo from Huoyun Peak.
As for the other two people, they were Bai Ran and Na Du Dong.
Bai Ran gave up! As soon as he saw Du Dong, the expression on the Fire Cloud Peak master's face remained unchanged, but he couldn't help but snorted secretly in his heart, and a trace of sarcasm flashed through his heart.
As for the disciple who won the first place this time, he was a young man in black with an expression like a sword being drawn out of its sheath. This young man was Meng Di, a disciple of the ancient sword sect who possessed the "Nine Spirit Sword Body".
The "Nine Spirit Sword Body" is known as the three major sword cultivating spiritual bodies in the world of immortality. This is no joke.
With a top-level sword in his hand, no opponent could survive for more than an hour and a half under his invincible sword energy. He achieved the final first place with an absolute advantage.
Thinking of this, the old man in red shirt became a little jealous of the good luck of the Gujian Sect.
...Bai Ran looked coldly at the room full of "dan masters", feeling neither surprised nor happy.
After winning all three rounds, he deliberately lost to an opponent in the foundation-building stage of Baiqiaoyuan who was not weak in cultivation. In this way, he participated in the competition for seventh to tenth place with five other opponents who also lost.
In the end, he pretended that his talismans were about to be used up and he was barely able to pass the test, and he won the ninth place.
As for Du Dong, I don't know if he had the same plan as him, but he also lost in the fourth game, and then deliberately lost to him and was ranked last.
This left Bai Ran speechless for a while.
The highest-ranking disciple of the Luoyun Sect is the young man named Sun Huo. His cultivation is quite strong, and he actually grabbed the third place.
But from Bai Ran's point of view, except for the young man in black who is ranked first, if his magical weapon can match his skill, he will not be able to defeat the Baiqiaoyuan disciple who is ranked second.
problematic.
As soon as the conference ended, each of the top ten disciples was given a top-level magic weapon. And the young man in black named Meng Di had an extra jade box with a Dingling Pill inside.
When Bai Ran saw the jade box, he made a decision without thinking.
If this trip goes well, it will be fine if he can get the spiritual root and elixir of the Spiritual Eye Tree. If not, he won't mind borrowing this thing from this ancient sword sect disciple.
After all, when condensing the Nascent Soul, having the Soul-fixing Pill will make it much easier.
While Bai Ran was thinking about it, the old man surnamed Fu had already started to let his disciples teleport.
The young monks from the three sects also knew where they were going next, and most of them were smiling.
In the flash of white light, the monk surnamed Bai and a rosy-faced middle-aged monk from Baiqiao Academy passed over first. Then all the disciples passed over in twos and twos.
After feeling dizzy for a while, Bai Ran and others appeared in a desolate pile of rocks filled with thick fog and humid air.
Bai Ran narrowed his eyes and subconsciously released his spiritual consciousness to explore this place. However, his spiritual consciousness was blocked by some kind of restriction as soon as he stretched out a few tens of feet.
He felt a shiver in his heart, knowing that a very powerful magic circle had been set up here, so it was best to achieve the goal secretly.
Seeing them all teleporting over, the old man in gray clothes calmly stood up, raised his hand, and fired a yellow spell, which flew into the mist and disappeared.
The surrounding fog rolled up. Then facing their direction, the fog suddenly dissipated. Not far away, a moss-covered stone wall was revealed, as if no one had ever been there.
"Listen carefully, because after the spiritual water is refined, it must be used to wash your eyes immediately, so you have this opportunity to enter the forbidden area of the three sects. Otherwise, even we are not allowed to approach this place in normal times. After you enter, you can only
If you can stay inside for a day and a night, you must leave immediately the next day. There are many restrictions inside, and you must not break in, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences." The Confucian scholar surnamed Bai seemed to be very familiar with everything inside, and before the other two said anything,
What, he warned with a cold voice.
Naturally, all of these low-level disciples agreed.
At this time, the man's voice came from the direction of the blue stone wall.
"Okay. If you have anything to explain, we'll wait until we come in. I'm going to open up the formation for you right now."
As soon as the man named Yue finished speaking, the stone wall swayed and blurred like water, and then a green light shot out, making it difficult for people to look directly.
After a while, when everyone regained their senses and looked forward, they were shocked to discover.
The blue stone wall suddenly disappeared, replaced by a huge stone door with double doors tightly closed.
The talismans and incantations on the stone door are densely packed, and the colorful spiritual lights are flashing non-stop. It is unknown how many powerful restrictions have been placed on it. Outside the stone door, there are several layers of yellow light curtains, covering the door.
, there is no way to easily access the stone gate.
But at this time, in front of the huge door that was more than ten feet high, stood a monk in yellow clothes with his hands behind his back.
This monk seemed to be in his forties, with a pair of thick black eyebrows that were slightly upturned, and an astonishing evil aura on his face, which would make ordinary people feel frightened at first glance, and they would not dare to look at him in the slightest.
"Haha! Senior Brother Yue's 'Ghost Demon Technique' seems to have made a lot of progress. It seems that Senior Brother is practicing near the holy tree, and his cultivation has really improved by leaps and bounds." The middle-aged monk from Baiqiao Academy saw the evil spirit of the monk in yellow.
, and immediately murmured with a look of envy on his face.
The words he spoke were not loud, but they were heard clearly by the monk surnamed Yue. The monk in yellow immediately rolled his eyes and said unceremoniously.
"Hmph! If you are willing to stay in the forbidden area for fifty or sixty years, you can naturally come in and practice hard. I'm afraid that junior brother will lose his temper by then!"
After hearing this, the middle-aged monks from Baiqiao Academy immediately showed a look of disdain on their faces.
"Junior brother, I'm just saying casually. Senior brother Yue and I and two senior brothers Khotan are guarding this place, so it's naturally very hard. I just..."
"Okay, no need to say more. This restriction was set up by several Yuan Ying stage masters from our three sects through joint spells. I can only open the restriction for a moment, so you'd better hurry up!"
As soon as the yellow-clothed monk finished saying this, he immediately turned his palm over and a yellow token appeared in his hand.
He had a solemn look on his face and was mumbling something.
The token suddenly glowed with yellow light, and then a sheet of yellow cloud swept out from the rush. Wherever it went, the light curtains melted and disappeared, revealing a passage several feet in size.
"All in, move faster!" When the Confucian scholar saw this scene, he urged without thinking. Then he took the lead and turned into a white rainbow and flew in.
The old man in gray clothes and the middle-aged monk from Baiqiaoyuan gave the same instructions and shot in the same way.
Seeing this, Bai Ran and others did not dare to neglect, and followed in with their weapons.