Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique

"Eat it!"

No matter how reluctant he was, Cao Tailai could not ignore the value of a fourth-level elixir. Although Ximen Chuiliu was not injured, taking this elixir would be of great benefit to his future cultivation.

Ximen Chuiliu clenched his fists. He didn't understand why Cao Tailai actually accepted the elixir. But when he saw the four elixir patterns on the elixir, he still took the elixir even though he was 10,000 unhappy. , "Gulu" and swallowed.

The fourth-level Concentration Pill with four elixir patterns!

This means that he may have a chance to break through the eleventh vein!

"How about it, is the Four Lines Condensing Pill delicious?" Ling Feng smiled jokingly, making a group of disciples and elders of Liuyun Sword Sect so embarrassed that they couldn't even fart.

What is the backbone? It doesn’t matter in front of the fourth-level Condensing Pill!

"Come on, come on, the four-line concentration pill is nothing. I still have nine-line concentration pill here. Elder Yao, please distribute it and everyone will have it!"

As he spoke, the Naling Ring in Ling Feng's hand flashed, and a jade-colored porcelain bottle fell into his palm, and he handed it to Elder Yao.

Nine lines of concentration pill!

Everyone's pupils shrank suddenly.

this……

In comparison, the Four-Line Concentration Pill is a semi-finished product at best!

Cao Tailai's old face felt hot. No wonder the new head of the Wenxian Sect was so willing to throw away all the four-line Concentrating Pills. He actually had a large bottle of nine-lined Concentrating Pills!

He put aside his dignity for a four-line concentration pill. As a result, the four-line concentration pill was nowhere to be found!

For a moment, Cao Tailai was silent, clenched his fists, and gritted his teeth and said: "Be proud, you can be proud now!"

On the middle stage, Taoist Master Yun narrowed his eyes that day and thought to himself: This young man is so mysterious. He can take out the pills with nine elixir patterns at will. Could it be that there is another statue behind the Wenxian Sect? The support of the alchemy master?

It would be terrible if that were the case.

It can be said unceremoniously that a master of alchemy can make a sect's overall strength improve by leaps and bounds in the shortest possible time.

This farce did not affect the progress of the entire three sects' martial arts competition.

After all, Taoist Priest Tianyun had lived a long time, put away his contempt for Ling Feng, cleared his throat, and raised his voice: "How should I call this new leader of Wenxian Sect?"

"This sect, Ling Feng!"

Ling Feng stood with his hands behind his back, a domineering look in his eyes.

In this situation, modesty means nothing.

"Sure enough, a hero comes out of a boy!" Taoist Master Tianyun laughed loudly, "Okay, now that the fellow Taoists from Wenxian Sect and Liuyun Sword Sect have all arrived, the martial arts competition between the three sects will be conducted according to the old rules. The first is the battle of disciples.”

"According to the rules passed down by the ancestors of the three sects, the duel of the disciple battle is determined by the natural selection. After the two disciples decide the winner, the next opponent will be chosen. The winner can continue to fight, and the loser will be eliminated."

"If each sect's disciples win a game, they will gain one point. Finally, the various cultivation resources of the Xianzong Mountains will be distributed according to the proportion of the three sects' disciples' points. If you win more than two games in a row, you will get one extra point for each game!"

The rules of the competition are very simple. The so-called natural selection means that two numbers are randomly selected from a golden plate in front of the arena.

Taoist Master Tianyun said slowly: "On the martial arts platform, life and death are determined by destiny. Okay, the battle of disciples begins now."

After the words fell, Taoist Priest Tianyun flew to the edge of the golden compass and said calmly: "For the sake of fairness, the first rotation of the Heavenly Selection Compass will be done by the Liuyun Sword Sect Master and the Wenxian Sect Master together."

Ling Feng touched the bridge of his nose, turned to look at Elder Yao, and asked in a deep voice: "Elder Yao, how do you extract this compass?"

"It's very simple." Elder Yao said with a smile: "Did you see the golden plate next to Taoist Master Yun that day? You only need to inject a ray of true energy, and the compass will rotate. The compass on it is divided into A, B, and C. Each area, A1, represents the number one disciple of the Liuyun Sword Sect. When we ask about the number of the Immortal Sect, it is B1 to B10."

"I see." Ling Feng raised his eyebrows, "What if the number of the same sect is drawn?"

"No, this is the magic of Tianxuan Compass. There will definitely be two numbers in the same area at once."

"Understood."

Ling Feng nodded slightly, jumped up and flew onto the ring.

At the same time, Cao Tailai from Liuyun Sword Sect also flew up, and the two looked at each other. There was obviously a trace of anger in Cao Tailai's eyes, while Ling Feng completely ignored Cao Tailai's angry eyes.

In his eyes, warriors of Cao Tailai's level are nothing more than clowns.

If it wasn't for asking the Immortal Sect, he wouldn't have the heart to bully them.

"Start turning the compass of choice."

Following Taoist priest Tianyun's words, Ling Feng and Cao Tailai injected a burst of true energy at the edge of the compass at the same time, and the two pointers began to rotate rapidly.

Then, two numbers appeared.

A three!

Bingliu!

Taoist Priest Tianyun took out a roster and said loudly: "Okay, the two sect masters can go back first. Now let's invite Mo Tingfeng, the third disciple of Liuyun Sword Sect, and Yan Wentao, the sixth disciple of Wenxian Sect, to come to the stage to fight!"

Cao Tailai glared at Ling Feng fiercely, grinned and said: "Look, among the top ten disciples of my Liuyun Sword Sect, there is no weak one!"

"Really?" Ling Feng shrugged. Even if the other nine disciples of the Qianxian Sect were defeated in all nine battles, there is still one Lin Xian'er who can turn the tide.

He had no doubts about it.

If a Tianzi disciple of Tianwei University cannot achieve this level, then Lin Xianer's teacher, Tong Chengtai, the vice president of Tianwei University, will not accept her as a student.

Yan Wentao is twenty-six years old, and his cultivation is at the eighth level of the Pulse Condensation Realm. Although he is not very outstanding, he is still considered to be a relatively top-notch group among the inner disciples of the Wenxian Sect.

After all, when Ling Feng was not the head of the Wenxian Sect, he suppressed the Iron Blood Alliance forcefully and wiped out many of the elite members of the younger generation of the Wenxian Sect.

Later, when Ling Feng became the leader, those members of the Iron Blood Alliance who had sinned against Ling Feng were dying and running away, which also led to the current embarrassing situation of the Wenxian Sect.

"Just try your best." Ling Feng patted Yan Wentao on the shoulder. This disciple who was still older than him was like a junior in his eyes.

"Yes, Master!"

Yan Wentao still held the pill that Ling Feng had just distributed in his hand. Even for this Nine Marks Concentration Pill, he would never embarrass the Wenxian Sect.

Even if you lose, don’t lose too badly!

"Hold on! Come up and die!"

Mo Tingfeng, the member of Liuyun Sword Sect, snorted softly, swung his sword in his hand, and looked cold and stern.

Just now, Wenxian Sect caused their Liuyun Sword Sect to suffer a great loss of face. In this competition, he was going to trample the disciples of Wenxian Sect under his feet to save the lost face.