Cultivation Begins From The Desert

Wang Wei once used the sixth-level cultivation base of the Purple Mansion to kill the fourth-order top-grade monster "Black Water Dragon Crocodile" with the blood of the flood dragon.

Now that his cultivation has reached the eighth floor of the Purple Mansion, and he has visited many Zifu monks in Dayun Kingdom, there are probably less than two palms of people who can beat him.

Therefore, when he heard his self-reported name appearing on the stage to seek advice from Jindan monk Zhao Hao, many monks in the audience immediately became energetic and looked at the stage with wide-eyed eyes.

On the stage, after Zhao Hao heard that Wang Wei signed up, he also gave him a strange look, obviously he had heard of his name.

"You can prepare first, no matter what method you use, as long as you can block the three moves of this seat, you will pass the test."

Zhao Hao examined Wang Wei with his gaze, and said the rules in a deep voice.

Zhao Hao's true strength must be above that fifth-order flood dragon that has just advanced.

But if he wanted to kill that fifth-order flood dragon, he had to prevent the other party from escaping.

So he needs to recruit a few teammates who can stop Jiaolong from escaping at critical moments, and help him stop the escaping Jiaolong.

This teammate must not be a monk at the Jindan period, otherwise he would have given a lot of Tu Jiao's benefits.

And if there are two Golden Core stage monks together, the fifth-order flood dragon will definitely not dare to come out of the water to fight him.

So when he recruited teammates, what he valued was the ability of his teammates to save their lives.

His attack must be sharper than that of the fifth-order dragon, and it should not be difficult for a monk who can catch his three moves to stop the fifth-order dragon from escaping at the critical moment.

Wang Wei also didn't think there was anything wrong with Zhao Hao's words. After Zhao Hao finished speaking, he quickly made a formula with both hands to bless himself with several defensive magic powers one after another, and then waved his hands to take out several defensive magic weapons from the storage ring. The sacrifice dances around itself.

After doing all the protection in this way, he looked at Zhao Hao solemnly and said, "Your junior is ready, please enlighten me, Senior Zhao."

"The first move!"

With a wave of Zhao Hao's hand, a cyan sword light flew out of his hand instantly, turning into thousands of sword lights and sweeping towards Wang Wei.

In an instant, most of the defensive magic weapons that Wang Wei sacrificed were directly swept away by the sword light, leaving only a shield formed by a precious orb barely holding it up without breaking.

"Second move!"

The sound of "buzzing" was loud, and the cyan flying sword body suddenly hit the shields outside Wang Wei's body like a cyan meteor, breaking three layers of shields around him before finally exhausting its strength and stopping.

At this time, Wang Wei had been broken one after another because of magic tools and spells, and his complexion was as pale as gold paper.

"The third trick"

Before the pale Wang Wei could breathe back, Zhao Hao's third move had already followed.

I saw that the exhausted cyan flying sword suddenly burst into blue light, and the original flying sword that was several feet long suddenly changed into a cyan giant sword that was several feet long and slashed at Wang Wei.

"Senior, forgive me!"

As the sword was approaching, Wang Wei's complexion changed drastically, and finally he didn't dare to be brave and begged for mercy.

Although he actually knew that Zhao Hao was unlikely to kill him in public, but he didn't dare to gamble his life on this possibility.

There is only one life, and if you lose the bet, you will really die.

But as soon as he spoke, the slashed blue giant sword returned to Zhao Hao's hand in an instant with the sword light introverted and restored to its original size, and was absorbed into Zhao Hao's body.

"Your strength is not bad. If this seat is not fully recruited in the end, I can consider giving you a place!"

Zhao Hao retracted the flying sword, nodded to Wang Wei calmly, and said something that surprised and delighted Wang Wei.

"Thank you, senior."

With a happy face, he quickly thanked Zhao Hao and saluted, Wang Wei quickly put away the magic weapon and retreated from the high platform.

In his opinion, even with all his strength, he couldn't catch Zhao Hao's three moves. Among the Zifu monks in Dayun Kingdom, there should be few who can meet Zhao Hao's conditions.

In this case, he almost secured a spot.

Sure enough, after witnessing the power of Zhao Hao's three moves, the few cultivators from the Purple Mansion who were on the verge of making a move suddenly shook their heads and gave up the idea of ​​going on the stage.

Wang Wei's strength is already at the highest level among the many Zifu monks in Dayun Kingdom. Even he can't take Zhao Hao's three moves.

And after a long time since no one came to the stage to challenge, Zhao Hao on the stage couldn't help frowning.

He had been traveling in the Dayun Kingdom, and rushed to Yunlongfang to participate after hearing the news of the "Jiao Jiao Conference" held, so he did not have time to call his colleagues from the Jinyang Kingdom to help.

And this is the Dayun Kingdom after all. As a monk of the Jinyang Kingdom, his travels so far coincided with his participation in the "Jiao Jiao Conference".

If people from Jinyang Kingdom were summoned to come to Dayun Kingdom to slaughter Jiao, I am afraid that Tiandingmen and other sects of Dayun Kingdom would not sit idly by.

After all, the appearance of Jiaolong in the river in the territory of Dayun Kingdom is the opportunity for the monks of Dayun Kingdom. How could the Tiandingmen and other sects of Dayun Kingdom be willing to sit back and watch their opportunities in their own country be taken away by monks from other countries.

"Is there really no one who can take the three moves of this seat?"

"I promise here that as long as I can accept the three tricks of this seat, I will reward him with a high-grade spirit stone!"

As a last resort, Zhao Hao could only offer rewards out of his own pocket to attract people to sign up.

The demon pill of the fifth-order flood dragon is of great use to him. If he can get it, he can use it to exchange it with a friend for a panacea that will help him break through the late golden pill stage.

Not to mention that the dragon soul, dragon scales, dragon horns, dragon blood, etc. are also hard-to-find materials for refining alchemy, and their value is very high.

In order to get these things, it is worth putting down a little bit of face.

Zhou Yang had already seen the power of Zhao Hao's three moves, but he hadn't made up his mind whether to go on stage.

Hearing Zhao Hao's urgent words at this time, he narrowed his eyes and made a decision in his heart.

"Junior Zhou Yang, please enlighten Senior Zhao."

Zhou Yangfei stepped onto the stage, clasped his hands together, and announced his name in a deep voice.

At this time, he is still using the "Golden Cicada Hiding Breath Technique" to hide his cultivation. In the eyes of Wang Wei and other Zifu period monks, he is only the fifth level of Zifu.

But in the eyes of Zhao Hao, a cultivator at the Golden Core Stage, his cultivation level on the seventh floor of the Purple Mansion could not be hidden from the Fayan of the Golden Core Stage cultivator.

"Your breathing technique is quite interesting."

Zhao Hao's slightly surprised voice suddenly rang out from Zhou Yang's mind, but it was his spiritual sense sound transmission technique that revealed the truth about his cultivation.

And this move of the other party also made Zhou Yang feel good about him.

The reason why he didn't choose to play as the seventh floor of the Purple Mansion was actually a temptation.

If Zhao Hao didn't even give him such a little face, and exposed his hidden cultivation on the spot, it showed that this person didn't take them, the Zifu monks, seriously, so of course he would not form a team with this person again.

"It's a trivial skill, it's hard to be elegant, and it makes the seniors laugh."

Zhou Yang replied through voice transmission, and then he took the initiative to release the magic weapon and get ready.

He didn't put layer after layer of defensive spells on himself like Wang Wei did, because he didn't want to expose the fact of his late stage cultivation in Zifu to the public.

Even he only sacrificed one defensive magic weapon, that is the "Spirit Turtle Shield" that he refined when he was promoted to the fourth-rank high-grade craftsman.

However, after the "Spirit Turtle Shield", he sacrificed another twelve "Da Yan Shen Light Swords", and used them to deploy the "Twelve Yuanchen Sword Formation" to defend in front of him.

Seeing his preparations, Zhao Hao's eyes lit up, and then he smiled lightly and said: "Interesting, your sword formation is quite mysterious, it seems that you are also a person who understands swords!"

Hearing this, Zhou Yang replied with an unchanged expression, neither humble nor overbearing: "In front of seniors, I dare not say that I understand swords, but I only know a little bit!"

Of course, Zhao Hao didn't believe this. In the world of cultivating immortals, there were very few monks who studied the technique of sword formation, and there were even fewer monks who could achieve something in sword formation.

And with his eyesight, of course he could see that the sword formation Zhou Yang made was not simple.

He stared at the sword formation in front of Zhou Yang with piercing eyes for a while, and then suddenly said: "I look at your sword formation, it should be more offensive than defensive, how about it, you just use the sword formation to attack me Sir, if this seat fails to defeat you within three moves, it will be considered that you have passed the test."

Zhou Yang couldn't wish for this, and immediately replied after hearing the words: "Since the senior is willing to give advice, the junior will show his shame!"

After finishing speaking, he made a tactic with both hands, and the twelve flying swords "swished" into twelve sword lights, surrounding Zhao Hao in the middle, dancing in circles.

Then the sword light fell like a star, twelve sword lights were like twelve shooting stars, slashing towards Zhao Haofei one after another with a strange rhythm.

"The first move!"

Zhao Hao still resorted to the trick he used to deal with Wang Wei before, turning thousands of swords towards the flying meteor flying sword to meet him.

In an instant, seven "meteors" were knocked away by the sword light, and flew out backwards, showing the original shape of the flying sword.

"Second move!"

Zhao Hao's deep voice continued to resound, and the cyan flying sword slashed upwards, smashing through the five "shooting stars" behind him with a "ding ding dong dong", and slashed towards Zhou Yang unabated, and was finally guarded by Zhou Yang The "Spirit Turtle Shield" blocked it.

"The third move!"

Zhao Hao exerted his strength again, and the cyan giant sword reappeared in the sky, flying towards Zhou Yang like a sword from beyond the sky.

However, Zhou Yang had been waiting for this sword for a long time.

At this moment, the cyan giant sword fell, and Zhou Yang, who had been prepared for a long time, stretched out his finger immediately, and a golden thunder thundered down, and the last shot hit the cyan giant sword first.

At the same time, Zhou Yang opened his mouth wide, and two sword qis, one gold and one red, went up in parallel, and then slashed on the cyan giant sword that was delayed for a moment by the golden thunder.

In this way, being hit by the golden divine thunder and two sharp sword qi successively, the size of the blue giant sword was reduced by nearly half, and when the giant sword finally fell, its power was already 70% lower than before.

Boom!

After a loud noise, the cyan giant sword returned to its original size and returned to Zhao Hao's hand.

And Zhou Yang, who activated the "Spirit Turtle Shield" with the defensive power "Earth Shield" to block the blow, retreated a few steps in a row, and an abnormal blush flashed across his face, obviously Not in the slightest.

"How is it possible! He succeeded!"

Under the battle arena, Wang Wei stared at Zhou Yang with his mouth wide open, his face full of disbelief.

Only he, who has personally experienced Zhao Hao's attack, understands how difficult those three moves are, and Zhou Yang, a fifth-level cultivator of the Purple Mansion, actually took all three moves without any damage. How can this be possible? Don't shock him.

"Could it be that Zhao Hao released the water?"

He couldn't help but have this idea in his mind, and then quickly shook his head to deny it.

Zhao Hao is recruiting people to slaughter Jiao, not recruiting people to join the sect, it is impossible to release water.

Then there is only one truth, Zhou Yang's real strength is indeed stronger than his Wang Wei!