Immortal Cultivation: Starting from Improving Spiritual Root Qualification

"The venue for our fight is just outside Fangshi,"

"Next are the rules of the competition. We have a total of forty places, so we need forty of you to be responsible for guarding the ring."

"Once the defender defeats five opponents in a row, he will automatically get a spot!"

"Of course, if he fails to defend the ring, the new winner will also need to win five games in a row to get a quota. The competition will end until all quotas have been allocated!"

The middle-aged man in brocade robe said and glanced around the crowd.

"What if no one dares to challenge me?"

At this time, an old voice sounded from below.

Hearing this, everyone looked at the person who made the noise. It turned out to be an old man wearing black robes with sinister eyes and dark nails several inches long on his fingers.

It seems extremely penetrating.

"It turns out to be Old Demon Chiyou, he is a peak pill-forming monk!"

"I didn't expect that he would even come here!"

"Who is this?" Some of them don't recognize him!

"You don't even know him. Old Devil Chiyou is a famous demonic cultivator. He once killed several cultivators of the same level!"

Hearing this, Zhou Xun was surprised and secretly alerted. If he met this person after entering, he had to be careful.

"quiet!"

Hearing a commotion below, the middle-aged man snorted coldly and then added:

"If this is the case, as long as you can hold on until the end of today, that spot will naturally belong to you!"

"What if the opponent is too weak and accidentally kills him?" the old man said, laughing sadly.

"The competition is over. Don't hurt your life. Otherwise, you won't give us three major forces face!"

When the middle-aged man heard this, he frowned and said,

After all, he was the one who proposed the competition. If too many monks died here, I'm afraid it would be difficult for him to explain.

"Forget it, if you are lucky today, I will give fellow Taoist An this face!" The sinister old man smiled.

"Yeah!" The middle-aged man nodded,

"I see that you all can't wait, so let's start now!"

As he spoke, the middle-aged man in brocade robes made a secret with his hands, appeared in the air in a flash, and then flew towards the outside of the workshop.

Everyone followed.

In just a few breaths, everyone arrived outside Fangshi.

The middle-aged man in brocade robes hung high in the sky and said:

"I wonder if any of the forty fellow Taoists who are willing to take the lead in guarding the ring can come forward!"

As soon as he finished speaking, more than thirty monks stood up, Zhou Xun and Su Qi were among them.

As for the rest of the people, they are still waiting and watching.

As casual cultivators, most people are cautious.

But even the forty people were not full, which made the middle-aged man in Jinpao a little dissatisfied. He frowned and said:

"Why are there not even forty people? I'll ask again. If there are still not forty people, then the few missing places will be removed!"

As soon as he finished speaking, six more monks flew out, just enough to fill up the forty places.

"very good,"

Seeing this, the middle-aged man finally nodded with satisfaction,

"Next, you use five thousand feet as the limit and start competing."

Astonishingly, the sky is used as the arena!

However, it is also understandable that these people are all monks in the alchemy stage, and ordinary arenas can only limit their performance!

"I declare that the competition has officially begun!"

Immediately, everyone flew around, one person every five thousand feet, distributed around the city. In front of each arena, there was an alchemy monk from the three major forces as the referee.

Zhou Xun was hanging in the air, his magic power in the middle stage of pill formation exposed.

Almost as soon as Zhou Xun parked, a Chinese-haired old man wearing a white Taoist robe flew across from him.

It was his first challenger, who was in the middle stage of pill formation.

"I, Fan Peng, have met this fellow Taoist. The dispute over quotas is related to the path. If I have offended you, please forgive me!"

"You're welcome, fellow Taoist!" Zhou Xun replied calmly, but his eyes were fixed on the old man opposite him without any slack.

Sure enough, the moment the old man finished speaking, a third-level low-grade golden blade talisman was instantly inspired and thrown out.

It turned into a golden light and hit Zhou Xun.

The speed is astonishing,

"As expected!"

Zhou Xun had expected this. Magic power surged from his fingertips, and blue light flashed.

There was thunder on the ground, and a bolt of lightning was instantly generated in the air. It quickly fell down and just hit the golden light, blocking it.

Seeing this, the old man was greatly surprised.

The Golden Blade Talisman is his unique skill, a technique he learned from an ancient book.

Only after decades of study can a golden blade talisman be activated instantly.

Before this, several monks of the same level had suffered from this move. Unexpectedly, the person opposite looked young, but his work was impeccable.

What made him even more troubled was that the opponent's move just now was clearly a lightning strike.

In other words, he was going to face a Lei Xiu,

This is a sword repairer whose combat power is recognized as powerful!

Thinking of this, the old man patted the storage bag, and the golden light flew out and turned into a golden round bowl, hanging above his head, emitting a golden light shield to protect the old man!

Then he opened his mouth slightly, spit out a small golden sword, hung it in front of him, and began to stimulate.

After Zhou Xun used the Thunderbolt Technique, he had no intention of continuing to pester him and slapped his hand on his waist.

The Xuanting Thunder Sword instantly appeared in front of Zhou Xun. Thunder arcs danced around the sword body, showing extraordinary power.

Zhou Xun made a secret with both hands, and the blue aura hit the Xuanting Thunder Sword, causing its light to surge.

Then he looked at the old man opposite,

The magic formula changed, and she tapped towards him gently,

"go!"

The Xuanting Thunder Sword turned into an afterimage and headed straight towards the old man, causing bursts of thunder, like a nine-day thunder tribulation.

Just when Zhou Xun summoned the thunder sword, the old man also sensed the impressive power of the flying sword, and he couldn't help being shocked.

He quickly speeded up his spell casting, and finally succeeded in activating his little golden sword before Zhou Xun's thunder sword appeared!

Then he controlled the small sword and blocked it forward.

"Ding!"

The moment the golden sword flew out, it collided with Zhou Xun's Xuanting Thunder Sword.

The old man's little golden sword was only a middle-grade sword. It was no match for Zhou Xun.

Unsurprisingly, the golden sword was no match for him. He was instantly knocked away and his aura was completely lost!

But the power of Xuanting Thunder Sword remains undiminished and continues to move forward!

When the old man saw this, he couldn't help but be shocked!

However, before he could finish being surprised, the thunder sword hit his golden bowl again, and something even more surprising happened to him,

Zhou Xun's Xuanting Thunder Sword actually shattered Jinbo's golden light shield, and finally passed by the old man's left arm!

Poof!

The old man's left arm was cut off instantly and fell from the air!

After the thunder sword passed through, it turned back instantly and passed through the old man's waist.

Xuan Ting cut off his belt and flew back to Zhou Xun with the fist-sized storage bag.

And all of this happens within a few breaths.

The old man was shocked, sweating coldly on his head, his face turned pale, and he looked at Zhou Xun across from him with horror on his face.