Fantasy: My Senior Brother Is A Bit Magical

Like briquettes.

This was Elder Chen's first reaction when he saw him.

Some headache.

Demon Race...

The race that appeared out of nowhere stirred up chaos when it was born, and completely broke the confrontation between Human Race and Monster Race.

This created a three-legged situation.

In that ancient era, battlefields could be seen everywhere, and fierce battles between the three parties continued, but no one could do anything to anyone.

The long war only resulted in the loss of life. In the end, the three parties had to temporarily cease the war and recuperate.

until now.

Demon Race is too heavy a word.

The most important point is that demons eat people. In ancient wars, even many seventh-level kings and eighth-level saints were devoured by so-called Heavenly Demons, and mortals were slaughtered and devoured like pigs and dogs.

If this boy is really Demon Race...must be killed.

At this moment, several elders from the outer sect had gathered around, looking serious.

This is no small matter.

Elder Chen dodged and came to the center of the formation.

Whether it is a demon or not requires further dialectics.

Then, he took out a breast shield from his arms and held it towards the briquette boy.

A ray of spiritual power was poured into it, stimulating its power, and a purple spiritual light suddenly shone away.

The boy with briquettes on the ground subconsciously raised his hand to block it.

After a while, the aura disappeared.

Elder Chen took back the breast mirror and looked into it, and then his expression became complicated.

After pondering for a moment, he said: "Leave this person to me to deal with. You continue to detect the spirit body. After recording, go to the verification site for the second test to prepare."

Afterwards, Elder Chen picked up the briquette boy like a chicken and headed inside the sect, leaving the elders of the outer sect to clean up the mess.

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Qingyang Hall.

At this time, many people had gathered in the hall, among them Xin Tianyi was sitting in the front seat, and beside him was a handsome and elegant man with a long sword at his waist.

The name of the sword is Luoxi, a top-notch human-level flying sword from the famous Nanxi Sword Sect.

Luoxi has two masters, one is Qingyang Sword Lord when he was young, and the other is Luo Zijin.

One after another, more than thirty people entered the hall and took their seats.

The leaders and executive elders of each peak, the law enforcement hall, the library, the meritorious service hall and the Buyitang hall.

This is the top combat power of some Nanxi Sword Sect.

Except for Luo Zijin, they are all monks in the Sixth Realm, and the majority are swordsmen.

If we talk about combat power, they all have high-end combat power in the Sixth Realm. After all, sword cultivators and flying swords are best at killing people.

"Everyone is here, let's get started."

A Daoist figure suddenly appeared on the main seat.

Xun arrived from afar and took a seat by himself.

"Today's discussion is also the last thing. All the elders must have heard the news."

"For this year's four competitions, the other three have unanimously agreed to modify the rules and locations. Many of the details, after careful consideration, I feel are a bit strange."

"The specific news and rules have just been sent to your Spirit Transferring Stone. All elders, please take a look and share your thoughts."

Xun Yuandao spoke calmly, looked around, and finally his eyes fell on Luo Zijin, and said with a smile: "Zijin, take a look too."

Luo Zijin nodded and said yes.

So, everyone took out their own spiritual stones.

Some people looked calm, some frowned, and some were furious, with different expressions and thoughts.

After a moment of silence, a red-haired old man took the lead in breaking the calm situation.

"absurd!"

The red-haired old man is the elder of the Law Enforcement Hall.

His eyes are sharp, and he is someone who will kill decisively at first glance.

"Sect Master, aren't you sending your disciples to death in vain? How can you agree to such a rule?"

Xun Yuandao looked calm, as if he had expected it, and raised his hand slightly: "Continue, don't stop, put forward any ideas and opinions you have."

The red-haired old man stood up.

"Set the competition location in the Demon Realm Mountains?"

"The Demon Realm mountain range is so dangerous. Even if it is just the outer periphery, it is not something that these new generation disciples of the first and second realms can explore at will."

"If you let a bunch of disciples from the first and second realms go in a place where you can't even walk freely in the four realms, what's the point except to die?"

"What is it about exploring intelligence, and what is it about daring to be the first in the world?"

"Not to mention the crisis in the Demon Realm Mountain Range itself, the desperadoes all over the periphery pose a fatal threat."

"As for the in-depth competition among the core disciples, it is even more ridiculous!"

"Have they forgotten what happened to the ancestors of each sect?"

Speaking of this, the red-haired old man gritted his teeth: "If they hadn't insisted on going deep and saying that they could completely cut off the threat of the Demon Realm Mountains, how could my uncle and me have perished?"

"Junior Brother Cheng."

Xun Yuandao spoke softly and interrupted: "I don't care about that today, I'm just going to talk about this four-sect competition."

The red-haired old man opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but after looking into Xun Yuandao's calm eyes, he could only sigh.

"My idea is to keep the previous rules and venue unchanged, otherwise this four-sect competition... our Nanxi Sword Sect, it’s okay not to go!"

After the red-haired old man finished speaking, he sat down by himself, closed his eyes and rested his mind, and said nothing more to him.

He has already said what needs to be said.

The other elders present had different expressions when they saw this, and no one said anything.

But Xun Yuandao, who had been staring at them, obviously didn't want to conclude the matter.

He's waiting for more opinions.

"Ahem, everyone, I think we must go to the Four Sects Competition."

"If we, the Nanxi Sword Sect, don't go to this grand competition once every ten years, and the other three sects slightly modify it and spread it out, not only will the sect's honor be lost, but the impact on our reputation will definitely be huge."

"What Elder Ning said makes sense. But what Elder Cheng said before is also true. The Demon Realm mountain range is connected to the Demon Race's home base. We have not given up on exploring over the years, but the progress is slow and obvious to all. Let the disciples in... It's up to them What are you saying about finding clues that may lead to civil strife in Demon Race? How effective can it be?"

"It makes sense, and the most important point is, who will ensure their safety? There are so many disciples, and they still have to compete. In addition, the Demon Realm mountain range is vast, and without the life-saving cards of the previous secret realms, we can only rely on veterans like us. Guys, how much can you protect? Even if you are given an escape weapon, there are too many special situations in the Demon Realm Mountains, and it is not easy to make an accident. "

This is the forbidden area.

"Elder Huang's words make sense."

"Everyone, there is another thing that is very strange. We can think of this, but the other three sects can't think of it? Are they so willing to let their disciples enter the outskirts of the Demon Realm Mountains?"

Everyone's comments to each other seemed to be akin to bullshit, and there was no idea or method that could make it to the decision-making table.

At this moment, Xin Tianyi, who had always closed his eyes and said nothing, spoke.

"Perhaps, this is a good opportunity to kill the sect's genius. Especially... a good opportunity to kill Zi Jin."

The words were not loud, but they instantly silenced the entire hall.

Some elders thought about it carefully and suddenly came to their senses.

The competition between the four sects is not just about the new generation, but the competition for resources that follows is the most critical.

And Luo Zijin, a five-level sword cultivator, is undoubtedly a big trouble.

In particular, its killing power is also extremely high, and it is not difficult to kill six realms in five realms.

In the past few years, Luo Zijin has suppressed the disciples of the other three sects.

If you look up for a moment, you will know what the sky is above.

His high talent and strong combat power are obvious to all.

With such a person, can the other three sects watch him develop steadily?

Among the four sects, the relationship between Frost Snow Palace and Nanxi Sword Sect was originally slightly better, but after the unexpected incident that happened later, the relationship became more and more peaceful.

As for the other two cases, there has been constant friction.

And now all three sects have agreed to go to the Demon Realm Mountains...

What should I say, a strong sense of crisis or too much pressure?

Yes, the battle for resources is also a battle for the Great Dao.

Xin Tianyi paused and continued: "But if that's what they had in mind..."

"Then I feel a lot more at ease."

"After all, in the Demon Realm Mountains, even if all the elite disciples of the other three sects die, is it very reasonable, right?"

Everyone's breath was suffocated.

"What Peak Master Xin said is reasonable. With Zijin's strength, the so-called geniuses from the other three sects won't have to worry about joining forces. But if we can think of this, how can the other three sects not have any countermeasures?"

"In my opinion, there is nothing wrong with not going this time. There is no need to take risks."

"That makes sense."

"There is really no reason to risk the lives of the little guys."

"What Elder Fang said is absolutely true. There is no need to take this risk."

Xin Tianyi looked at the elders who spoke with a smile on his lips.

What he said was already obvious - Nanxi Sword Sect, I will stay with you until the end.

However, some people still voiced opposition at this time.

This is worth thinking about.

On the one hand, it is the reputation of the sect, and on the other hand, it is the lives of the disciples.

I can't tell who is right or wrong.

Xun Yuandao always listened quietly.

At present, it seems that the majority of elders advocate not participating.

The sect has always been divided into radical faction and conservative faction. The former has a small number of people, while the latter has a large number of people. There are also neutral ones.

He knew this.

So he wanted to see it.

In today's last discussion, he wanted to see many things, not just the four sects.

It’s reasonable for Junior Brother Xin to end up occupying the spot, so... what about the remaining eight peak masters?

"Qiu Xian asked, is there anything that doesn't take risks? I think it's fine. In previous years, it was just martial arts competitions. What kind of tempering effect can it have? Without blood and death, is it possible to live in Nanxi Sword Sect for the rest of your life? !”

"Of course, I understand your concerns. Life is the most important thing."

"But if our Nanxi Sword Sect doesn't go, we will retreat."

"If you can take one step back today, you can take two steps back tomorrow."

"What about the day after tomorrow? What about the future? Retreat?"

"If one day, the Demon Race of the Demon Realm Mountain Range reappears, do you think the disciples of the Nanxi Sword Sect will shrink back?"

"And how can they, who have never dealt with Demon Race, make preparations? Not to mention disciples, how many Great Demons have you killed by each of you here? How many Demon Race methods have you seen?"

"In my opinion, these meanings are far greater than the four great competitions themselves."

Just as everyone was arguing, a white-haired old man sitting in front suddenly spoke.

Everyone stopped talking and followed the sound.

The elder has white clothes, white hair, and a white beard, but his eyes are piercing. There is no trace of the old man's twilight aura around him. Instead, he looks like a flying sword that is ready to go, full of vigor.

Nanxi Sword Sect, Great Elder, Meng Lin.

Six realms of peak sword cultivators.

Among the radical faction of Nanxi Sword Sect, he is the well-deserved pillar.

This is also the main reason why the smaller radicals are evenly matched with the conservatives.

Meng Lin stood up and said, "Meng is not talented, but he has killed a few Great Demons of the Sixth Realm."

"If I go this time, I wouldn't mind picking a few more heads."

Xun Yuandao leaned back slightly and sighed.

Uncle Master, what should I think of you when you make a sound?

Sure enough, after the great elder spoke, the scene fell silent again.

Even the people in the conservative sect were quiet for a while, organizing their words in their hearts.

A foreseeable debate between the two factions is about to begin.

At this moment, a disciple in charge of guarding the Qingyang Palace came in from outside the palace gate with the Qingyang Palace Order.

"Reporting to the sect leader, the executive elder of Chuan Gong Hall, Chen Qing has something important to report."

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(Currently publicly available information:

Race: roughly divided into Human Race, Demon Race and Monster Race. The three major categories can then be subdivided.

Note 1: The subdivisions are not explained in detail at this time.

Note 2: There are also very few hybrids within the three major categories, such as demons and human demons. Generally, detailed distinctions are made based on the degree of bloodline awakening and racial and bodyline characteristics.

Weapon refining: The currently known grades are divided into - ordinary products, good products, fine products (also called treasures), spiritual weapons, human-level spiritual weapons, earth-level spiritual weapons, Heaven Grade spiritual weapons, which are further divided into: Middle, upper, extreme.

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