Refining Taoism and ascending to immortality

Zhou Qing nodded. The Zhenyi Sect's assessment of the true disciples is all-round. Disciples competing for the true disciples will definitely not succeed if they do not have the support of forces behind them.

If a person from an ordinary background can be promoted to the true inheritance, there is basically only one way: after joining the sect, showing extraordinary talents, and then being spotted by a powerful force, being accepted as a disciple, and receiving vigorous training and support.

"The master-disciple lineage."

An outside branch stretched out to the front of the pavilion. The fallen leaves on it were glowing with forest green, which reflected the cold and faint look in Zhou Qing's eyes.

Immortal cultivation families like the Luochuan Zhou family are bound by blood ties and have continuous inheritance, while Jiang Ming belongs to the master-disciple line. They gather together based on the master-disciple relationship, work together, and help each other.

The master-disciple line has extremely strict requirements for its disciples. It must be extraordinary for Jiang Ming to be pushed out by the forces behind him to compete for the top ten disciples in the sect.

"Let's take a look."

Zhou Qing looked at the field and found that Jiang Ming was walking slowly towards the tenth cloud platform. He walked very slowly, but after every step, the aura on his body increased by one point. On the Tao body, all kinds of spiritual orifices were inhaling. , wherever it went, it caused such reactions from the surrounding Qi machines, forming a sword curtain.

When the skylight shines, the frost-colored textures on it are like the frost blades on the sharpest sword, sharp and unstoppable.

Sensing the sharpness of the sword energy evolved from the "Feng De Tian Sword Sutra", on the tenth cloud platform, the cloud energy was like a rolling curtain, opened by an invisible hand and hung on one side, revealing a face. The young man looks like a crown jade, wearing a crown on his head, sword-shaped eyebrows at the temples, his eyes are pure green, with a strange color. Just sitting quietly, he has the aloof and self-admiring temperament of the moon setting in the mountains.

After he appeared, he saw Jiang Ming approaching slowly. His eyes remained motionless, as calm as lake water, and he said, "Jiang Ming, you are very courageous. If you dare to come up, challenge me."

He was calm on the face, but suppressed the anger in his heart.

Now the top ten disciples on Yunhai High Platform are all the top ten disciples of Zhenyi Sect, with high positions and authority, but there are differences when they are broken down into real categories.

Among the top ten disciples, Jing Beixuan, who ranked first, and Qing Ru, who ranked second, were already Nascent Soul cultivation levels, widening the gap between them and those behind them. For such a character, let alone the average true disciple who has no idea of ​​challenging him, even the top ten disciples behind him are honest when facing him.

Except for the two Nascent Souls Jing Beixuan and Qing Ru, the other eight top ten disciples are all Jindan cultivators. However, if we divide it further, among the eight top ten disciples, there are veteran top ten disciples and new top ten disciples.

Ye Shaoming, who is ranked tenth among the top ten disciples, was promoted in the last top ten disciples competition and has the lowest qualifications.

Jiang Ming's intention was very obvious, he wanted to pinch him, the "soft persimmon" among the top ten disciples.

Although in every competition among the top ten disciples, the newly promoted top ten disciples from the previous term were always challenged, but when it was his turn, Ye Shaoming was still very unhappy.

Jiang Ming walked forward a few more steps, stopped, looked at Ye Shaoming, and said, "Please give me some advice, Senior Brother Ye."

At this moment, Ye Shaoming said no more. He waved his sleeves, left the cloud platform, and came to the field. His eyes were filled with green light. He looked at Jiang Ming and said, "Let's take action."

"good."

Jiang Ming agreed, then shook his body, and the power of Dansha at the top of the door separated into a line, leaping into the air and slashing. When he arrived in front of Ye Shaoming, it had turned into a sword energy that looked at all directions, enveloping him in a dense atmosphere.

"Duh."

Seeing this, Ye Shaoming narrowed his eyes. Above the top door, a group of blue clouds rose, and he walked straight forward to meet the sword energy.

The sword energy was unstoppable, but Biyun didn't look like much, but it was very tough. The sword energy slashed on it, and as soon as it tore a hole, another forest green appeared immediately, filling it up.

Not long after, the sword energy and the blue clouds dispersed at the same time, leaving only the green and white residue on the ground, spinning continuously, exuding murderous intent.

Seeing this scene, both Ye Shaoming and Jiang Ming were shocked, with solemn expressions on their faces and a sense of vigilance.

The two of them just struck casually, both intending to test, but Jiang Ming was confident in the sharpness of his sword energy, and Ye Shaoming was confident in the tenacity of his true energy. As a result, both of them were dissatisfied with the situation in front of them.

The reason for such a result can only be that the opponent is more powerful than he expected.

The "Feng De Tian Sword Sutra" practiced by Jiang Ming is one of the most lethal mystical skills among the five qi and four methods of the Zhenyi Sect. It attacks the strong and defends the weak. He pondered for a moment and immediately launched an offensive.

"rise."

Jiang Ming let out a long roar, and the Dansha power on the top door turned and rose into the air. Then, with a slight shake, it turned into dozens of white sword energy, tearing the atmosphere apart, with an awe-inspiring murderous intent. , leaping down.

These dozens of sword energy are either fast or slow, the fast ones are as fast as thunder, fierce and fierce, while the slow ones spread out behind, showing a fan shape, pointing at Ye Shaoming opposite from a distance, like a hunting beast, waiting for the opportunity to move. , once a weakness is found, it will immediately go down, making it difficult for people to guard against it.

"Feng De Tian Sword Sutra." Zhou Qing was sitting on the cloud couch in the attic. Above his eyebrows, light fell like a pearl, reflecting Jiang Ming's move in the sea of ​​clouds.

In his eyes, the fast sword light in front is like a charging cavalry, unstoppable, while the slower sword light behind is like two wings cruising, hiding murderous intent.

These dozens of sword energies, arranged and combined together, actually give people the feeling of forming an army.

Different arms types cooperate with each other to exert maximum lethality.

"No wonder Jiang Ming has the heart of one of the top ten disciples." When Zhou Qing saw this, his eyes sparkled.

Although he was only at the Qi Refining stage, he had a good vision and could see the difficulty of Jiang Ming's move. The opponent refined the sword energy into one, so he could use it like an arm, and the deployment of troops was seamless.

It looks simple, but it may be done, but it is really very difficult.

"Jiang Ming."

Zhou Qing looked at the other party. He was also curious about the sword energy. In the past, he even had the idea of ​​becoming a sword immortal.

It was just that the Tao body he built was divided into three parts, and he had no advantage in practicing mysterious skills like "Fengde Zhantian Sword Sutra", so he gave up decisively.

Now seeing the changes in the sword energy, it is inevitable that he feels a little itchy in his heart.

"Jiang Ming's "Fengde Zhantian Sword Sutra" takes the path of change." Mao Xinyi also watched, and she raised her thin eyebrows, a little surprised.

Different true disciples practiced "Fengde Zhantian Sword Sutra", and when they practiced to a high level, they would have their own style. However, most of them still tend to be unstoppable and sharp, breaking all methods with one sword.

Jiang Ming, who was fighting, was a rare case of someone who seemed to be able to change his mind.

"Sword light changes."

Ye Shaoming sensed the sword energy approaching him, but he was not in a hurry. He muttered something, and a group of green clouds rose from the top of his head. Once the green clouds appeared, one became two, two became four, four became eight, and finally, they became the same number as the sword energy.

Every green cloud that went up took the initiative to entangle the sword energy.

To be honest, the green cloud was not as agile and swift as the sword energy, but on the one hand, it was the first to arrive after the latter, and on the other hand, it did not seek accuracy. Anyway, the area of ​​the green cloud was large enough, and as long as it touched the sword energy, there would be strands of green vines entangled with it.

Although the sword energy was constantly cut off, there was a constant flow of green in the green cloud. As long as it continued, it could entangle the sword energy and greatly affect its speed.

Jiang Ming took a deep breath and silently recited the spell. The sword energy that was stained by the green energy suddenly burst into dazzling light. In just one move, it swept away the green energy that was entangled like vines, and then retracted it, suddenly merged, and turned into six.

The six sword energies slashed down again, not only faster than before, but also more misty above the sword energy. Before the green energy touched it, it was bounced away by the sword energy and could not touch the sword energy again.

Obviously, after Jiang Ming merged the sword energy to only six, the sword energy was greatly increased in strength and mystery.

"Duh."

Seeing the six sword energies appearing and disappearing, Ye Shaoming raised his eyebrows and operated the mysterious skills. Above his head, the power of Dansha turned into green, in clusters, in clumps, and whenever the sword light came, he could arrive first and block it.

Anyway, the green color is endless and can't be cut off, so he is not afraid of the sword energy.

Ye Shaoming stood firmly. From a distance, he looked like a green circle that was constantly expanding around him, which was impenetrable to the wind and rain. No matter how fast the sword energy was or how tricky the angle was, he would remain unchanged in the face of all changes.

Anyway, he was practicing the "Miaoqing Canhe Gong", which was very resilient. As long as the golden elixir grade was not much different, he would gain the upper hand sooner or later if he persisted like this.

So Ye Shaoming looked unhurried and calm. Under the reflection of the green color, he had an inexplicable leisure and ease.

Jiang Ming also knew his plan, but he did not panic. He still controlled the six sword energies and kept attacking from the air. In every collision, he used the sword energy to sense the defensive strength of the opponent's green circle.

He looked serious, cautious and patient.

After all, among the true disciples, Jiang Ming was a person with extremely rich experience in fighting, more than many people.

"This is the fight between the top ten disciples in the sect."

Zhou Qing looked thoughtful.

Although Jiang Ming and Ye Shaoming, one attacking and the other defending, seem to have not opened up the situation, and even have a boring feeling, in fact, the two of them are fighting wits, courage and strength, which is wonderful.

The two people grasp the timing of attack and defense, the use of their own Taoist skills, and the response in a flash, each one is ingenious.

That is to say, both of them are geniuses of the upper Xuanmen like Zhenyi Sect, so they look evenly matched. If they were put outside, against the upper, middle and lower Xuanmen or the Huadan cultivators among the casual cultivators, they would probably be swept away by the autumn wind.

Zhou Qing turned his thoughts, and his eyes became brighter and brighter.

Jiang Ming and Ye Shaoming, one practiced the "Fengde Zhantian Sword Sutra" and the other practiced the "Miaoqing Canhe Gong", both of which are one of the five qi and four methods of Zhenyi Sect's Zhenzong Xuan Gong, and both have practiced successfully and have profound attainments.

In the current situation, they seem to be evenly matched, one defends steadily and is impervious to wind and rain, and the other attacks freely and comes and goes.

But in a fight between powerful people like them, once one person reveals a little flaw, the other person will definitely seize it immediately, and then launch a thunderous offensive to take the initiative.

The two people seem to be equally strong. Once one person has the upper hand, he may be able to suppress and win.

"How long will the fight last?"

Mao Xinyi watched for a while, she looked up at the sky, and calculated the time. The two people on Yunhai had been fighting for two hours.

She is not a new true disciple like Zhou Qing. Although she has not participated in the sect competition of the top ten disciples so far, she has dealt with them before and watched two or three sessions. So she doesn't need to concentrate and can say a few words when she has time.

Zhou Xuan also cast his eyes on the field and did not speak for the time being.

As for the endurance of the battle between Jindan cultivators of the same realm, it is not only related to the practice method he practices and the secret technique he masters, but more importantly, it is the grade of the condensed Jindan.

The higher the grade of the golden elixir, the stronger the power of the elixir, and the longer it will last, and vice versa.

Zhou Xuan didn't know the grade of Jiang Ming and Ye Shaoming's condensed elixir, but he was sure that the two were not first-grade or second-grade golden elixir.

Even in the Zhenyi Sect, those who can condense a first-grade golden elixir are at least once in a thousand years. And those who condense a second-grade golden elixir are also very rare, often only one in three or four hundred years. In the Zhenyi Sect, those who can condense a first-grade or second-grade golden elixir are usually very famous and glorious.

For example, Jing Beixuan, who is now the leader of the ten major disciples, is a second-grade golden elixir. When he was created, the forces behind him even held a grading ceremony for it.

First-grade or second-grade golden elixir is really rare, and the future achievements are very high. Anyway, the real people who can reach the level of immortality in the sect are basically high-grade golden elixir, and most of them are second-grade. There are also people who have achieved immortality through the fourth-grade golden elixir, but looking back at the history of the Zhenyi Sect over the past ten thousand years, there are only a few who can achieve immortality below the upper-grade golden elixir.

"Jiang Ming."

At this moment, Zhou Xuan's eyes moved. Even though he was far away, he could sense that Jiang Ming's aura had obvious fluctuations. Was this because his Dansha power was not enough?

After all, the "Fengde Zhantian Sword Sutra", one of the five qi and four methods of the Zhenyi Sect, consumes mana first-class.

At the very least, running the "Fengde Zhantian Sword Sutra" consumes more Dansha power than running the "Miaoqing Canhe Gong".

Compared with Zhou Xuan, Zhou Qing reacted a little slower, but at this time, he also saw that Jiang Ming's aura was no longer as stable as it was at the beginning.

Considering the time, it was very rare for Jiang Ming to persist for so long.

"I'm afraid I have to charge up for a strike."

Zhou Qing made a judgment. In the previous two hours of fighting, Jiang Ming did not find Ye Shaoming's flaws. Although the fight was still a draw, he was already at a disadvantage.

The only way to turn defeat into victory now is for Jiang Ming to charge up for a strike, break Ye Shaoming's defense, and turn defeat into victory.

With this judgment, Zhou Qing stared at the bottom without blinking, waiting for the most exciting part.

But waiting and waiting, under such concentration, time seemed to pass slowly, Zhou Qing felt tired, but there was still no movement.

Could it be wrong?

Zhou Qing was about to exhale a breath of turbid air and relax, when suddenly, a sword light lit up on the sea of ​​clouds below.