Nine Evolutions of the True Spirit

The old man wore a cyan Dao robe, and he was the dean of the True Spirit House, the real man Xuanyong in the alchemy period.

The Taoist Master Xuanyong was amiable and approachable, and he was highly respected by the disciples and professors of the other courtyard. I saw him standing on the ring, beside him were two middle-aged monks who were dressed like Taoists.

Dao Xuan Yong smiled and said: "The disciples cultivate hard, you must have contributed to the leadership of the immortal leader!"

All the immortals quickly thanked them.

Dao Xuan Yong pointed to the two people around him, and said, "You know these two people who want to come here, but the following disciples are afraid they don't know, so I have to introduce them."

After that, pointing to the thin and tall monk on his left side, he said, "This is the real person Xuan Su." Then he pointed to the red-faced monk on the right and said, "This is the real person Xuan Ce."

All the disciples were taken aback, and they were actually two real people!

These disciples are usually the only real person of the Alchemy Period in the other courtyard, and Dean Xuanyong is also a rare sight. Most of the disciples have only met once during the five-year competition. This time, there were three real people here, so why not excite all the disciples? If you perform well in the competition and are favored by any real person, you can immediately become an inner disciple, and the hemolysis period is in sight.

Lu Ping looked at the three real people on the stage. Although he was extremely admired in his heart, he still kept a trace of clarity in his heart. The three real people came to a competition of cultivators during the blood refining period. It seemed that the competition was really extraordinary!

What Lu Ping didn't understand was that there was something that would allow real people in the Alchemy Period to pay attention to the competition of these little blood-refining cultivators?

After more than 200 disciples draw lots, they will fight against each other. The place of the competition will be on eight small arenas. The top 128 will be determined in the first round, two rounds a day, and the first 64 will be determined on the first day. name.

Small shields were raised on the eight small arenas. Lu Ping knew that this was an application of formations that could prevent attacks below the hemolysis period from accidentally injuring people outside the arena.

Each arena is presided over by a hemolytic immortal leader.

True person Xuan Yong was not verbose, and directly announced the start of the Grand Competition. The disciples went to draw lots under the central arena in a pot containing red and blue bamboo sticks.

Lu Ping hadn't hoped that his luck could get a bye sign, but he didn't get a senior like the eighth or ninth level of blood refining. After all, more than half of the more than 200 people were at the seventh level of blood refining.

Lu Ping’s opponent in the first round was a disciple from the twelfth team in the middle of the seventh level. This disciple seemed to be younger than Lu Ping. He was about fifteen years old. He was tall and slender. There is a hint of arrogance in the childishness.

Li Sheng does have the resources to be proud. He is only fifteen years old this year, and he has reached the middle stage of the seventh level of blood refining. Not only is he talented in cultivation, he is not inferior to other disciples in hard work. Not only the family, but also the fairy leader Fang praised him for almost no problem entering the hemolysis period.

There are five geniuses among the second-level disciples. They are Lin Sheng from the first team, Zhao Lang from the fifth team, Shi Lingling from the seventh team, Leng Qian from the fourteenth team, and Qian Fei from the eighteenth team. The five people are known as the "Five Shows" and they are all eighth and ninth levels of blood refining, because these five people entered the seventh level of the late blood refining before they were fourteen.

Li Sheng has always thought that he is the only "sixth show" of these five people. This time, he heard a generous reward from the sect, and the family has prepared a good low-level magic weapon for it, and A lot of Fulus are rich in wealth, and he himself is even more ambitious, conscious that even if he meets the eighth-level seniors of blood refining, he can beat them, and even ordinary nine-level blood refining disciples are not inevitable.

So when this ordinary seventeen or seventeen-year-old disciple stood in front of Lu Pianping, Li Sheng naturally thought that this was a stepping stone for him to advance to the next round.

Lu Ping looked at the half-year-old child, smiled for no reason, drew out his advanced magic weapon, put on a "blood-dissolving bone-refining sword" handy style, and said to Li Sheng: "Senior brother, please!"

Li Sheng saw that Lu Ping actually used this set of basic swordsmanship. It can be seen that he is also an ordinary disciple with no family background, and his face is even more contemptuous. The magic soldier displayed a set of kung fu hand style handed down by the family, and thought to himself that his father said that this set of "Twenty-Four Swords of Gale" was quite powerful in the blood refining period. He was such an ordinary person who had no background. The disciple was afraid that he had never even heard of this set of swordsmanship.

Lu Ping really hadn't seen this set of swordsmanship, but looked at this little monk who was like a child showing off his toys, and found it very ridiculous. However, through this strange sword style, he was aware of the danger in it.

Li Sheng flashed the top-rank magic weapon in his hand, and a white light flashed through it. Lu Ping suddenly felt that a mana was hidden in the white light emitted by the magic weapon, and it swiftly came towards the face, his moves were not old. , The face has been cut and it hurts.

Lu Ping calmly challenged, turning around to avoid the white light, and the magic soldier in his hand was also a sword aura that slashed towards Li Sheng's wrist.

Li Shengsi didn't care. Relying on the sharpness of the magic soldiers, he pushed Lu Ping's magic soldiers to the side, pinched a hand gesture with his left hand, and at the same time muttered a word, a flame rose, waiting for Lu Ping's magic soldiers to be separated. He was caught off guard when he showed his emptiness.

Unexpectedly, the two magic weapons were connected, and Li Sheng felt that a strong mana was transmitted to his magic weapons. He was temporarily ineffective. Not only did he not pull the opponent's magic weapons away, but he was pushed back by this force. It took two steps to resolve.

The flame tactic in his hand was rushed by this mana, UU reading www.uukānshu.com was deflected, and Lu Ping easily dodged it, and the explosion of the flame made Lu Ping's simple breeze blow away.

The contemptuous expression on Li Sheng's face disappeared a lot. This person's mana was so strong that he was not under him, and it seemed that some of them were beaten. However, thinking of the wealth in his storage bag, Li Sheng suddenly felt more emboldened.

Lu Ping looked at the soya bean-sized gap that had been cut out on the high-grade magic weapon's sword in his hand. He couldn't help but smile bitterly. This magic weapon was held in his hand for only three months, and he only fought twice. Suffered such a heavy blow.

The magic weapon in Li Sheng's hand crossed and attacked again. A set of "Twenty-Four Swords of Gale" was faster than a sword, and a sword was as fast as a sword. At the same time, the spells in his hand outweighed one, and sometimes there were a few more. Dao Fu Lu was mingled in it, and he smashed his head and face to Lu Ping.

Lu Ping really felt a little rushed for a while. The opponent's swordsmanship was like a violent wind passing through the border, and it was almost pervasive. There were also spells such as Flame Art, Ice Seal Art, Wind Blade Art, Golden Sword Art, and Giant Wood Art. It's easy to get a breath of breath with a solid foundation, and before he can fight back, the opponent is filled with a talisman.

Lu Ping looked at a series of low-grade and even middle-grade blood refining talisman, and fought at him without money, like a piece of spirit stone dipping in front of his eyes, cursing the prodigal in his heart.

"Fortunately, this Li Sheng is quite sensible, and he didn't regard the top grade talisman as a water drift." Just as Lu Ping sighed, an ice-bladed talisman exploded in front of him, and the huge fluctuation of spiritual power shocked Lu Ping. , I can’t wait to slap myself in a scrape, this is clearly a top grade talisman.

The icy cold air, before the three crystal clear ice knives hit his body, had already scared the cold hair on Lu Ping's body to stand up.