The Immortal Spiritual Picture

Gu Xuanzhan and the others were delighted when they saw the burning ruins. They had never thought that mortals could make something with such lethality.

This power is enough to kill most first-level monsters!

Gu Xuanzhan smiled and patted Gu Changhuan on the shoulder, "Changhuan! The method you proposed has saved the lives of most mortals in Jiuqi Mountain Range! Do you think this method should be told to the other three families?"

This is a test for Gu Changhuan.

Gu Changhuan thought for a while, "Jiuqi Mountain Range is very large, and it is difficult to support it alone. We still need the help of the other three families."

Gu Xuanzhan was relieved that this kid still has a big picture.

After the test, the group did not go to the gunpowder shop again. The owner of the gunpowder shop suffered. He waited and waited but the immortal did not come again. He could only sigh that he was not lucky enough.

But that night, the mayor and Zong Ling of Yuqing Town came to the door with gifts.

The boss was naturally flattered. Before he could ask about the purpose of the two people's visit, the mayor and Zong Ling told him the reason like a bamboo tube pouring beans.

"The immortal asked me to develop more powerful gunpowder? And let me manage all the gunpowder shops in Yuqing Town?" The gunpowder shop owner was stunned by the two news.

Zong Ling said with a smile

"Yes! And the immortal also said that if there are children with spiritual roots among my brother's descendants, they will be vigorously cultivated. This is a great favor!"

The boss has been stunned by a series of good news.

But this does not prevent him from smiling foolishly.

After arranging the gunpowder, Gu Xuanzhan seemed extremely happy. No wonder, if he could save the mortals, he would save the family foundation.

If the mortals prosper, there will be more people with spiritual roots, and the Gu family will become more and more powerful.

This is also the difference between a family and a sect. As long as a sect has resources, it can attract a large number of cultivators to join no matter where it is; while a family is linked by blood, and the number of people usually grows slowly, but the cohesion is not comparable to that of a sect.

After the seven-day appointment, Gu Xuanzhan told the two purple mansions of the Zhang and Fang families about the gunpowder.

Gu Wanhua notified the Yu family.

The two ancestors were naturally overjoyed when they knew about it, and immediately sent a message to their family leaders to let them start arranging this matter.

A few days after the three purple mansion ancestors left the Jiuqi Mountains, the day of the market competition arrived.

Gu Changhuan would definitely not miss such an occasion, and he even learned a lot of spells in recent months for the market competition.

Each family will send four people to the market competition, and they must be in the late stage of Qi training to participate, and they must be under 50 years old. They will fight with the same cultivation level, and the opponent will be determined by drawing lots.

There are three rounds in total, which is a promotion system.

The sixteen young talents from the four families will play eight games in the first round, eliminating half of the cultivators.

In the second round, four more people will be eliminated. That is to say, to enter the finals and get a place, you must win at least three games in a row.

After the four leaders of the foundation-building masters met and exchanged greetings, they sat down one after another.

Gu Changhuan looked at the Zhang family camp calmly. He had met his peers from the Yu family and the Fang family before, but he only knew the Zhang family ancestor.

At this time, a woman in red clothes, holding a spear and combing a high ponytail caught his attention.

"Really cool!" Gu Changhuan thought to himself.

But what he didn't expect was that the woman was extremely sharp. Gu Changhuan just looked at her for a second longer and was discovered by the woman.

When the woman saw Gu Changhuan looking at her, her face turned red first, and then she gave Gu Changhuan a big roll of the eyes, and seemed to snort.

Gu Changhuan laughed: It doesn't look like a deep-minded person.

The result of the draw came out soon. Gu Changhuan's opponent was from the Zhang family, named Zhang Yihe.

"Brother Jiu, who is this Zhang Yihe? Do you know him?"

Gu Changqing raised his hand and said, "It's the one in red clothes. He is at the ninth level of Qi training. I saw him when I was on a mission. Don't underestimate him."

I didn't expect this girl to be so cool and have such a cool name!

"Brother Jiu, who is your opponent?" Gu Changhuan asked curiously.

"Fang family, Fang Xinran. He is at the eighth level of Qi training. He is no match for me." Gu Changqing said in a light tone. But what he said was very arrogant, but this is normal. Gu Changqing is good at fighting. He has killed many monsters or treasure-hunting monks who are one level higher than him. How could he be afraid of fighting against the eighth level of Qi training!

The first game, Fang family vs. Yu family. Both of them are at the seventh level of Qi training.

The person from the Yu family who came on stage obviously had a lot of differences in fighting skills. The monk from the Fang family beat him off the stage in no time.

Did the Yu family do it on purpose?

Gu Changhuan looked at the camp of the Yu family. The leader, Taoist Yu, had no change in expression. Most of the people behind him had a gentle breath, unlike those who often fought, who even breathed sharply and quickly.

It seems that the Yu family did it on purpose! Wanting to give the other three families a profit, Gu Changhuan looked at the people behind Taoist Yu and thought.

Eh? Isn't that Yu Ruhang? The cultivator who took them to visit Yanshan when Yu Ruyi's foundation-building celebration was unexpectedly invited to participate in the Jiuqifangshi competition. Yu Ruhang seems to be at the eighth level of Qi training, right?

Just when Gu Changhuan was wandering in the sky, the second game was over.

The third game was between Gu Changqing and Fang Xinran. Gu Changhuan cheered up and looked at the ring attentively.

Fang Xinran used a khaki knife, while Gu Changqing used a sword.

The battle began, and Fang Xinran slashed at Gu Changqing with a knife.

Gu Changqing would not wait foolishly to be chopped. He rushed forward to the left with his sword in his backhand, but did not confront Fang Xinran head-on. Instead, he took advantage of Fang Xinran's rush and did not have time to turn around, and cut his arm with a sword.

With just one move, the difference between the two was immediately apparent.

If Gu Changqing had used more force in this sword just now, or had raised it a little higher to aim at Fang Xinran's neck, it would be a question whether Fang Xinran could stand here alive.

Fang Xinran was also a decisive person. Seeing that he was no match for Gu Changqing, he immediately put away his weapon.

"Thank you, fellow Daoist Gu, for showing mercy. I admit defeat."

Gu Changqing successfully entered the second round.

Gu Changhuan was thoughtful. When he was in the Hundred Battles Valley before, he found that his ninth brother Gu Changqing's body movements were agile and elegant, but it was not because of the use of the light body technique, but more like the light work in the mortal world.

Moreover, Gu Changqing was very good at predicting the enemy's actions. Often, before your sword hit him, he had already prepared for defense and counterattack.

Really amazing!

In the fourth match, the Yu family played against the Gu family. The player on the field was Yu Ruhang from the Yu family. The player on the field was Gu Changfeng from the Gu family. Ten years had passed, and now he had reached the eighth level of the Qi training stage.

Yu Ruhang really fought with Gu Changfeng for dozens of moves, performed several powerful spells, and threw out several magic talismans, but in the end he took the initiative to admit defeat, and the reason was very good: his spiritual power was exhausted.