Refining Taoism and ascending to immortality

As Master Guande's thoughts were turning, he saw auspicious clouds reflecting the sun behind him, auspicious colors turning into rainbows, and a myriad of things. He shook the jade Ruyi in his hand, looked down, and said to Zhou Qing: "Everyone who has fought in the Fenghuang Mountain Sect knows that you are a fellow practitioner of the three methods. The top ten disciples will definitely try their best to crack it."

This one of my close disciples is dazzling, unparalleled, and famous in the sect competition, but at the same time, he will also become a thorn in the eyes of others, a thorn in the flesh, and suffer all kinds of injuries in the ranking battle of the top ten disciples half a year later. against.

His voice was deep, and as soon as it fell, it seemed as if a kind of overflowing power spread across the air, affecting the air movement, soaking the large areas in front of him with frosty white, giving people a sense of depression.

Zhou Qing knew this well. He raised his head and saw countless cold colors in his eyes. They were big and small, gathered and dispersed. The ice was cold, striking people's eyebrows, but his expression was calm and calm, and he said: "Master, when the soldiers come, we will cover up the water and the earth."

He has confidence in himself. On the one hand, he is a fellow cultivator of the three arts. His ability in fighting is rarely matched among his peers. Furthermore, the green pond of good fortune provides energy, which makes him a perfect match. On the other hand, during the competition in Phoenix Mountain, he did not use all his methods.

Without the two Nascent Soul cultivators, Jing Beixuan and Liu Qingru, the others were not too powerful.

Master Guande listened and nodded. He placed Jade Ruyi in front of him, and the treasure flowed around, saying: "In this case, you must make good use of these six months and try to hone your magical powers and magic weapons." "

"Master." Zhou Qing had his own ideas and had nothing to hide at this time. He said directly: "A trial place of the sect..."

At the same time, Meng Fei, who was already among the top ten disciples, also returned to the East Pole Qinghua Mingyu Cave. As soon as he entered the cave, he saw countless golden lights pouring from the end of the sky, moving forward layer by layer, like Like a rising tide, there are more and more, and they are getting closer and closer.

When it comes to the end, one wave after another rises, with large and small brocade scales floating on it, holding pearls in its mouth, shining brightly, and when the light is shining, it flutters between the eyebrows, faintly singing, deep in the heart. sounded.

Festiveness, joy, and blessings, all of a sudden, the entire cave was filled with Xuanyinbao singing and colorful flowers and colors.

Meng Fei saw it with a faint smile on his face. No matter what, he was now one of the top ten disciples in the sect, and his status in the clan would soar to a higher level in the future.

After a while, suddenly, the mysterious light in the sky flourished, a wonderful sound sounded, and a large bright color fell from the sky, with fine pieces of frosty white inside, like the sharp edge of a sword. As time went by, the golden light in the sky suddenly shrank, straightened into a straight line, and gathered together, revealing a young man, none other than Wuzhong.

He strode to Meng Fei and said, "Congratulations to Senior Brother Meng for being promoted to the top ten disciples."

Seeing Wu Zhong salute like this, the smile on Meng Fei's face became even brighter. He nodded and said: "With the appearance of Junior Brother Wu, he will definitely be among the top ten disciples in the sect in the future."

Having said this, he paused and then said: "The real person is in the cave?"

"Yes." Wu Zhong nodded, a strange light flashed in his eyes, and said: "Master is in the hall, calling Senior Brother Meng to go."

"Then let's go."

Meng Fei thought of the big competition in the door he had just passed, and wiped away the smile on his face, and headed towards the depths of the cave first.

There was no words on the road. Soon, Meng Fei met the master of Dongji Qinghua Mingyu Cave, Wenhui Zhenren in the palace.

This cave-like immortal is sitting on the jade platform, surrounded by golden flowers and silver leaves. Countless magic spells are falling from the void, hitting the stage, constantly colliding and bouncing, like a waterfall hitting rocks. , a tinkling sound.

"Real person." After Meng Fei said a few words, he immediately got to the point. He looked solemn and said: "Zhou Qing is a fellow practitioner of the three arts, water element, wood element and metal element. I don't mention how he will improve his realm in the future, but now he is fighting. , it’s really a headache.”

Speaking of this, he really had a headache.

For practitioners of the Three Methods, magical powers and Taoist techniques can be arranged and combined in different ways, like a kaleidoscope, making people dizzy. He had never seen such an existence before, it was very unfamiliar.

For monks, unfamiliarity means big trouble and makes people feel uneasy.

Thinking of this, Meng Fei couldn't help but complain a little bit about Zheng Wenbo. The battle between You and Zhou Qing seemed very fierce, but it only made people see that Zhou Qing was a fellow practitioner of the three methods, but he did not force Zhou Qing to use all his methods.

"Zhou Qing, a fellow practitioner of the Three Laws." Master Wenhui raised her slender eyebrows. A startling rainbow shot down from behind, surrounded by a treasure wheel. The birth and death of stars in it were constantly being deduced, and strange collisions emerged. She said slowly : "Zhou Qing is only in the realm of unity. Even if you practice the metal, wood and water elements, there are certain tracks to follow. You have half a year to prepare well."

Zheng Wenbo was driven out by Zhou Qing, and the alliance between Zheng Wenbo and Meng Fei that Zuoqiu Mengshi had originally prepared disappeared among the top ten disciples. Under such a situation, Meng Fei must strive to be ranked ahead of Zhou Qing among the top ten disciples. Otherwise, Zuoqiu Mengshi's plan for this year's top ten disciples would be a miserable defeat at best.

Meng Fei nodded vigorously, and the khaki clouds on the top of the door fell down and rustled. His expression was resolute, and his eyes were full of condensed brilliance.

The battle for the ranking of the top ten disciples half a year later is of vital importance to him, no less than the competition between the top ten disciples. During this period of time, he must go all out to improve himself!

An unknown place, in a side hall.

The light from the lotus lanterns reflected on the polished, mirror-like ground, like a newly embroidered layer of cirrus clouds, colorful. A moment later, a stream of Gengjin Qi came in from the window, struck down from the air, and hit the bronze bell hanging in the center. The residual color of the collision spread out, reflecting a brilliant white all around. The indescribable sharp air was crisscrossed, back and forth, and it was filled with killing at every moment.

Under the cover of the brilliant white halo, Lin Fenglai, who had returned from the big competition in the Phoenix Mountain Gate, sat on the cloud couch. There was a radiant light in front of him, which formed an inexplicable rhythm with his breathing, like thousands of sword qi contending.

He had a deep attainment in the Jinxing Xuangong "Spiritual Life Gold Book", one of the five qi and four methods in the sect, and had an extraordinary understanding. After walking on Phoenix Mountain, he had a new understanding.

When Lin Fenglai finished his training and just slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, at this time, a flash of lightning fell from the vastness and took him to a cave.

He opened his eyes and immediately saw that on the cloud platform, there was a Taoist who looked heroic. He wore a cloud crown on his head and a colorful robe with a nine-dragon pattern embroidered on it. His long eyebrows were like knives and glowed with a faint lightning. Behind him, there were eight pairs of boys and girls, holding treasure canopies, holding jade umbrellas, wearing purple bells around their waists, lowering their eyebrows and eyes, motionless.

Lin Fenglai tidied his clothes, stepped forward to salute, and said: "Master."

The real person in the cave on the cloud platform looked at his disciple, with a glow in his eyebrows. His voice was like the collision of gold and jade, mixed with a trace of thunder, with an inexplicable majesty, and said: "Disciple, the chief and second of the ten major disciples have gone together, and there is no leader. This is an opportunity that has not been seen in a thousand years. You must seize it."