Huang Ting Xiandao

Chapter 22 22. In the arena battle, one strike with sword energy
Mo Xian stood on the ring, today is the day of the competition.

There are many disciples in the outer sect, but not all disciples are eligible. Disciples who have been released from hard labor are only qualified if their cultivation is equivalent to a high level of Qi refining.

As a result, there are only more than 200 outer disciples participating in the competition, and most of them are not qualified.

In the end, the top [-] were determined, because the outer sect disciples only listened to the teachings of the elders and disciples a few times, and what they taught were some basic Taoism and martial arts, and the level was not high.

But there are also many people who are seeking teachers with art, and this part is a strong enemy.

Mo Xian prepared meticulously after Qian Xuzi said that day. He seldom interacts with people, and his circle of contacts is very narrow, and he has never heard the teaching of the elders or disciples.

He came to Yuxianzong with the intention of avoiding the pursuit of Yan Luodian.

He didn't want to stand out, but he also didn't want to waste the opportunity. He set a goal for himself, about [-]. According to the past practice, every three years, the top [-] will have the opportunity to enter the ranks of true disciples .

Of course, it's just a chance, there are many factors to be accepted as true disciples, maybe one hundred will become true disciples instead, but the top forty will not.

The elders who are interested in accepting apprentices will pay attention to the scene, and the elders who accept apprentices are equivalent to Jindan real people. They will not only examine your strength, but also examine your potential and other aspects.

However, those who enter the top [-], even if they are not accepted as true disciples, the path of practice will be greatly increased, and they can listen to the Dharma with the true disciples, and can ask the true disciples for advice.

During the month, the elder and the disciples who passed the law unexpectedly gave several lectures. The outer disciples were very excited, but Mo Xian felt something was wrong, but he didn't miss a single one.

Some talked about practice, some talked about basic spells, and some talked about the application of magic tools and spells. Mo Xian listened carefully to every word and compared it with the books in the scripture library. He had a certain understanding of spells and the like. , he just completed the fogging technique, the time is too short, he has mastered the spells such as fogging technique, fascination technique, flying step and killing method.

It has to be said that Mo Xian was a failure. He hardly interacted with his companions. Because he used to be a killer, he was hunted down by his companions, and he had some psychological problems. Therefore, the associations with his companions were only casual acquaintances, and no one told him about it. About Fangshi.

As for the outer disciples who are capable of participating in the Grand Competition, they all more or less buy talismans or instruments in the market to prepare for the Grand Competition, but Mo Xian devoted himself to practicing, and Qiu Sheng and Hu Dan didn't remind him.

Fortunately, Zongmen provided a green steel sword. Mo Xian saw that this green steel sword was much stronger than the mortal swords.

When he got on the ring, his opponent also got on the stage, and the two greeted each other and exchanged names.

"Chu Yunfeng met fellow Taoist!"

"Mo Xian met fellow Taoist!"

The two of them pulled apart at once, and Chu Yunfeng threw out a three-inch long lancet. As soon as the knife was released, a white light flew towards Mo Xian.

Mo Xian's eyes twitched, magic weapon!He doesn't have a magic weapon, it's not that he doesn't have one, there is a small banner-shaped magic weapon, Mo Xian even forgot about it.

Mo Xian didn't expect to know how to use a magic weapon. The sword in his hand buzzed, and he drew his sword and struck out. There was a stern blue light on the sword, and a brilliance on the lancet, but in Mo Xian's eyes, the flying knife slowed down.

Not only does it slow down, but the white light is also uneven. The edge is obviously stronger than the surrounding area. There are white filaments in it, and the light waves fluctuate with the filaments. gaps between light waves.

He seems to have returned to the time when he was chopping wood, the knife was chopping at the veins of the branches, everyone heard a soft sound, the white light of the lancet suddenly went out, and it flew out all of a sudden.

Chu Yunfeng's face turned pale, and the people in the audience were stunned. Are you kidding me? Chu Yunfeng released the magic weapon, and the green steel sword is just a better ordinary soldier. How could it kill the aura of the magic weapon all of a sudden.

Before Chu Yunfeng could react, the flying step under Mo Xian's feet had already merged into his footwork, and the blue steel sword in his hand flashed a blue light, appearing in front of Chu Yunfeng like a ghost.

Chu Yunfeng felt a flash of blue light in front of his eyes, and a chill penetrated into his skin. He didn't even have the thought of hiding, and his body froze all of a sudden.

"You lost!" Mo Xian said coldly, his sword was already resting on Chu Yunfeng's neck.

"I lost." Chu Yunfeng said with difficulty, he hadn't figured out what was going on, and the sword was already on his neck.

People in the audience were discussing one after another. Some people said that Chu Yunfeng was cheated by profiteers, and the lancet was a magic weapon after all, but it was killed by ordinary soldiers with Qinggang sword. It must be a counterfeit.

Seeing that Chu Yunfeng conceded, Mo Xian withdrew his sword, and Chu Yunfeng walked to a corner of the arena in despair. The lancet was lying on the ground with a crack on the knife. He picked it up. Although the lancet was inferior It is a magic weapon, but it is so vulnerable that Chu Yunfeng also thinks it is a fake.

He bitterly thought about how to go to that shop to settle the accounts.

When Mo Xian got off the ring, he faintly felt that someone was watching him, as if there was more than one person, he was no longer Wuxia Amon, knowing that it was the Jindan master's spiritual consciousness paying attention to him, he was just strange, not that the realm was low Can't people with high levels perceive the spiritual consciousness of people with high realms?

He didn't know that his blow made the expressions of several Jindan monks move. Although they were not at the scene, they paid attention to the scene with their spiritual sense.

Even the leader Liu Xiazi nodded unconsciously: "This person is a man who can see through the essence of power at a glance. Unfortunately, they don't know that they are just cannon fodder. Let's see if he can survive."

"Come on, who was in the gengzi arena just now?" Liu Xiazi asked Tong.

"I'll check it out."

After a while, Dao Tong came back and replied: "Back to the head, there were two people in the gengzi arena just now, namely Mo Xian and Chu Yunfei, and Mo Xian won."

"You go down." The head said.

Mo Xian got off the arena. On the square in front of Haoran Peak Hall, there are ten arenas, arranged according to the sky. The other arenas have not ended yet, only the Gengzihao arena has ended.

The battles in other arenas were in full swing, and Mo Xian discovered that almost all the arenas were filled with magic weapons, talismans flying around, and brilliance flashing. None of the contestants were like Mo Xian, only holding green steel swords.

Mo Xian was an outlier, he thought of the Buddha talismans in the Qiankun bag he got from the two Toutuos, should he also use some talismans, otherwise he would appear to be a bit of an outlier.

Mo Xian stood under the C-shaped arena and watched their match. The C-shaped arena was a man and a woman. He asked who the two contestants were, and someone beside him answered, the man was Sima Qiu, and the woman was Yi Li.

These two people were much more intense than the one with Mo Xian. Sima Qiu was surrounded by a cloud of faint black energy, and there was a spirit ghost. If it wasn't for Mo Xian's practice, he wouldn't be able to see it. In Mo Xian's eyes, it was a ghost with a green face and fangs. With a mace in hand, he quickly circled Yili left and right.

At the same time, a small dragon was swimming in the air, and Mo Xian could tell that it was a magic weapon, it should be a sword, Sima Qiu's magic weapon.

Yili, however, was holding a piece of red silk around him, the red silk was glowing red, turning into blossoming sparks, within a ten feet of him, he was completely impenetrable.

The two of them shuttled back and forth on the stage, which was really beautiful, and they were at a stalemate for a while.

Mo Xian shook his head unknowingly, although they possess magic weapons and spirit ghosts, in Mo Xian's eyes, they have many flaws, the little dragon and the red silk, although their power fluctuates rapidly, but in Mo Xian's eyes, a sword Just enough to break.

After a stalemate for a while, Sima Qiu gradually gained the upper hand, the spirit ghost roared, jumped high, smashed the mace in his hand violently, the red silk fluctuated violently, and a crack was torn open, the little dragon in the air charged fiercely, with a bang , the red silk was retracted in an instant, and Yi Li stepped back a few steps, his face turning pale.

The black energy on the spirit ghost's body increased greatly, and just as he was about to pounce on him, Yi Li shouted: "I surrender!"

Sima Qiu heaved a sigh of relief, and stopped the spirit ghost: "Junior Sister, I accept it."

The first round was a knockout round. After three days, more than 130 people were determined to enter the second round, and Mo Xian entered the second round.

Starting from the second round, two-two duels will produce 68 winners, a total of 34 pairs, and then two-two duels will determine 34 winners, and the losers will enter the competition to produce the top sixteen, a total of fifty.

Among the final fifty, they were divided into five groups, one group of ten people, only two people qualified, the top ten were determined, and among the top ten, there was a round-robin competition, and the ranking was based on the results.

Starting from the second round, Mo Xian noticed the application of the spell. Together with the fogging technique, he was completely invisible within a radius of one foot. The opponent crashed headlong into the thick fog. Although he had a magic weapon, he couldn't see Mo Xian. After a few rounds, Mo Xian's green steel sword was put on his neck, so he had to admit defeat.

In this battle, the audience looked at each other in blank dismay, and did not see how the two competed at all.

Mo Xian successfully advanced.

Next was ten contestants in the group, nine contests by one person. Mo Xian found that with his strength, he was sure to enter the top ten, but he didn't want to expose his strength too much.

In the martial arts competition, he integrated several spells into his offensive, and the coordination became more and more proficient. In every martial arts competition, he controlled the rhythm of the field, and controlled the winning and losing very well. None of the people on the scene watched. out.

In the end, he won No.3 in the group. He looked at the happy faces of the first two, and a smile appeared on his face inadvertently.He didn't enter the top ten, he thought he was hiding well, but he didn't know that his real strength fell into the eyes of several Golden Core cultivators who paid attention to him.

The elder Qian Xuzi frowned, and then loosened his brows. He couldn't see through Mo Xian, not because of his strength, but because of his approach. With the intention of sending them into the tiger's mouth, this little guy hides his strength, maybe it will bring him a surprise.

Mo Xian has nothing to do with the martial arts contest, but Mo Xian still watched the top ten contests carefully, imagining himself in a situation where they were in confrontation, and how to deal with it.

But the result was a bit disappointing. He found that if he was in their situation, he would be able to break the offensive of most people with just one sword strike. He didn't know how many years he had been a killer, and now he was practicing again. How rich his combat experience was. , and the outer disciples on the field may practice higher than him, and their magical weapons are stronger than him, but they are far behind him in grasping timing and so on.

He was secretly proud.

(End of this chapter)