Mortal blood!

Xuan Lingzi waved his hand, and a red fairy sword appeared at his feet.

Raging flames burned around the fairy sword, blooming with a faint blush.

Gorgeous colors and extremely stylish!

"The magic weapon of destiny?"

Lin Fan's eyes shone with envy.

The magic weapon of your life!

This is something that only those who are cultivating immortals at the elixir formation stage and above can possess.

The power of the magic weapon will increase as the level of the immortal cultivator increases.

Once the magic weapon is channeled, it has the effect of automatically protecting the master when the cultivator encounters a crisis.

This is something that the immortal cultivators in the Qi training and foundation building stages are very envious of.

"This is my natal magic weapon, the Red Flame Sword. It is cast from a thousand-year fire crystal. Once activated, it will form a flame attack, which is very powerful."

Xuan Lingzi explained with a smile.

Then, he waved to Lin Fan: "Come up!"

"Yes, Master!"

Lin Fan agreed, jumped up, and stood firmly behind Xuan Lingzi.

The Red Flame Sword is about ten feet in size, more than enough to carry two people.

Before the two masters and disciples could leave, the disciples and elders from the six main peaks of Qixuanmen, except Tianjian Peak, gathered towards Tianjian Peak.

In the sky above Qixuanmen, powerful auras rose into the sky.

The light is flickering and the fairy swords are criss-crossing. It’s so lively.

When Xuan Lingzi saw this, there was a hint of sadness in his eyes.

"In every sect competition, our Piaomiao Peak is the first to be eliminated. Xiaobao, you are under a lot of pressure this time."

"Master, don't worry, I will do my best."

Lin Fan said seriously.

Seeing Lin Fan's eyes calm and confident, Xuan Lingzi laughed again.

"Fight with all your strength, as for the result... whatever you want! Let's go!"

As he spoke, the Red Flame Sword turned into a fire dragon and disappeared into Piaomiao Peak with Lin Fan and Xuan Lingzi.

The red flame sword flies through the air.

Standing on the fairy sword, overlooking the seven peaks of Qixuanmen below.

Tianjian Peak is like a sharp sword, pointing at the sky with its sharp edge.

Cuiyun Peak is surrounded by flowing clouds, which is beautiful.

Yunlan Peak is in the clouds, with a hint of cold pride in its nobility.

Guanhai Peak stretches for dozens of miles and is connected to the sea of ​​clouds in the north, just like a fairyland.

Lingxiao Peak is as dark as ink, shrouded in a gray light, which is extremely mysterious.

On Qixia Peak, the flowers are blooming, the colors are brilliant, and it is so beautiful.

However, among the seven peaks, Piaomiao Peak looks ordinary. Like a huge pillar reaching the sky, it only cares about holding up the sky, regardless of how long it can hold on.

"The seven main peaks of Qixuanmen each have their own merits. I won't tell you, you will understand later. However, among the seven main peaks, the most mysterious one is our Piaomiao Peak."

Seeing Lin Fan looking down at the seven main peaks in ecstasy, Xuan Lingzi immediately explained with a smile.

Lin Fan was immediately curious.

"Master, why do you say that our Piaomiao Peak is the most mysterious?"

"Haha, wait until you reach the pill-formation stage to read again, and you will understand. If you know now, it may not be a good thing."

Xuan Lingzi laughed.

At this moment, the Red Flame Sword had already carried the two of them into Tianjian Peak.

Soon, it landed on a square of several hundred acres.

There are nearly a thousand arenas in the center of the square, and powerful protective formations have long been deployed.

Lin Fan didn't need to guess to know that these arenas were specially prepared for disciples like them who were participating in the sect competition.

At this time, the Qi-training disciples of the seven main peaks gathered on the east side of the square and stood for more than half of the place.

There are only a thousand disciples in the foundation building stage, occupying the west side of the square. They all looked cold and arrogant, as if they were otherworldly fireworks.

This provoked countless Qi-training disciples to express a deep sense of envy towards them from time to time.

Xuan Lingzi stopped the Red Flame Sword: "Go down and find a place to stay. Someone will introduce the rules of the sect competition later."

After Xuan Lingzi finished speaking, he left immediately in a flash.

Lin Fan was left standing there, feeling lonely and unfamiliar.

Only then did he realize it.

There are tens of thousands of disciples in the huge Qixuan Sect.

Except for Xuan Lingzi, he didn't even have anyone to talk to.

Fortunately, immortal cultivators are naturally aloof and arrogant, and most of them don't like to join in the fun.

Like Lin Fan, there were many people standing alone in the corner.

Lin Fan was not conspicuous.

After a meal. The disciples from the seven main peaks all gathered here.

There was also a rumble above the square.

Not long after, seven floating cloud thrones appeared in the sky.

The masters of the seven main peaks appeared one after another.

The scene was met with thunderous applause and constant shouts.

At this moment, an old man's voice suddenly sounded.

"Silence, the Qixuanmen Qi-training period disciple competition has officially begun. All participating disciples will begin to draw lots."

"This sect competition is divided into three parts: qualifiers, semi-finals, and finals. The qualifiers and semi-finals are single-elimination group matches, and the final is a challenge match."

"The disciple who ranks first in the qi training period of this sect competition will receive a bottle of mid-grade foundation-building elixir, a top-grade spiritual weapon, and the right to use the first-level spirit gathering array for free for one month."

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All the disciples in the Qi training period looked excited.

This reward is simply too generous for them.

Especially the Foundation Establishment Pill.

It's simply not available on the market.

It can only be found among the seven major immortal cultivating sects in Chu State.

It is also true that countless cultivating families want to send their own young cultivating geniuses to the seven major cultivating sects.

The purpose is to compete for the foundation-building pill and get the opportunity to build the foundation.

Lin Fan was also excited at this moment.

"Whether it is for the pursuit of immortality or for the sake of saving my life, I must get the foundation-building pill reward for the first place in the sect competition." Lin Fan said secretly.

At this time, Lin Fan looked around carefully.

He found that among the disciples of the Qixuan Sect nearby, most of them were cultivators below the seventh level of Qi training.

There were also many people from the seventh to the eighth level of Qi training.

However, there were only a few dozen people at the ninth and tenth levels of Qi training.

Except for Lin Fan, each of them was surrounded by a large group of people.

It seemed that these people had become the objects of pursuit of many young disciples.

Xu Zhifeng was no exception.

"It seems that I have become a little master too!"

Lin Fan seemed to be normal, but he was secretly happy in his heart.

During this period of time, he worked hard to practice and improve his realm.

At this moment, he finally got ahead of others.

After the old man explained the rules of the sect competition clearly, he waved his hand.

Countless streams of light scattered in an instant.

Soon, they turned into balls of light, suspended in the void.

Lin Fan locked one of them with his mind.

In an instant, the ball of light shot towards him.

With a casual grab, the ball of light shattered, and only a piece of paper with "Cing 36" written on it fell into Lin Fan's hands.

"Cing 36 Arena? I wonder who my opponent will be."

Lin Fan muttered and walked straight towards the Cing 36 Arena.

When he arrived at the arena, a white-haired elder and a cold and arrogant young man at the eighth level of Qi training were waiting for him.

Lin Fan handed the note with "Cing 36" written on it to the white-haired elder.

After the white-haired elder checked it, he immediately said: "It can start."

The cold and arrogant young man swept his eyes over Lin Fan, and when he saw that Lin Fan was a disciple of Piaomiao Peak, he immediately looked disdainful.

"A piece of trash from Piao Miao Peak, are you qualified to participate in the sect competition? I am Xu Lei, a disciple of Cui Yun Peak. There is no eye in the magic on the stage. If you don't want to lose your arms and legs, get out of here!"