The Path to Immortality

However, even if you have thoroughly comprehended the formation, there is still a certain distance from the actual formation.

Whether it is a single formation pattern or a combined restriction, it requires an actual carrier.

Common basic formations do not require high requirements, and ordinary spiritual jade can be carried.

Some high-level formations require the refinement of special magic tools or even magic weapon-level formation flags to carry complex formation patterns and powerful restrictions.

After a preliminary understanding of the principles of the formation, Fang Ping tried to figure out the [Phantom Formation].

But he obviously overestimated his talent.

After a rough look for a few days, Fang Ping was like a heavenly book, his eyes were blank, revealing clear stupidity.

"Sure enough, if you want to get involved in the formation, it will not be a one-day job."

Seeing that the sect competition was about to come, Fang Ping had to temporarily stop learning the formation.

"By the way, according to the inheritance of the formation of the Tianfeng Patriarch, if you want to better interpret the formation pattern, master the changes of the formation and the operation of the power of heaven and earth, it is best to learn a spell like [Spiritual Eye Technique]."

It seems that it is necessary to go to the Sutra Library again later.

………

The next day.

Amid the commotion and anticipation of the inner and outer disciples of Luoyang Sect, the sect competition that had been prepared for a hundred days officially began.

Fang Ping and his team had no chance to witness the inner disciples' competition on Luoyun Peak.

But every outer disciple could personally watch and participate in the outer disciples' competition on the preaching platform of Tiandu Peak.

Early in the morning, a full thirty-two arenas had been set up on the preaching platform square that was crowded with countless outer disciples.

Each arena was supervised by an outer sect deacon or a foundation-building cultivator from the inner sect.

They were both referees to prevent possible cheating and provided protection for the disciples in the competition.

When the lives of the participating disciples were in danger, they could stop them in time.

Although Fang Ping had made up his mind early on that he would not fight for the ranking at the critical moment, he still had to play a few games to avoid being looked down upon.

"First round of the vice list, Hong group."

"Ring number seven!"

"Number sixty-one, disciple Hu Ming; number seventeen, disciple Fang Ping, hurry up!"

In the crowd, Fang Ping, who had been waiting nearby in advance, heard the foundation-building cultivator on the ring call his name, and immediately performed the light body technique and jumped onto the stage.

Almost at the same time, not far away, another mid-stage Qi training disciple also stepped onto the ring with the encouragement of a familiar friend.

"Hello, uncle master!"

The two saluted the foundation-building cultivator who served as the referee together, and then saluted each other, and then retreated to both sides of the ring to prepare for the upcoming battle.

Seeing that the two disciples had already stepped onto the stage, the foundation-building cultivator announced: "Let's start."

As he spoke, a barrier in the center of the ring quickly disappeared.

The cultivator surnamed Hu was also at the fourth level of Qi training, but he was still wearing the Taoist robes that the sect gave to outer disciples for free.

The only magic weapon he showed was a low-grade magic sword.

At this moment, seeing Fang Ping on the opposite side wearing a spiritual snake Taoist robe, a spiritual pendant on his waist, and releasing the Tianyang Sword, just this style and calm demeanor made Hu Ming panic at first.

"Brother Fang, be careful!"

With this reminder, Hu Ming used the control of objects to activate the magic sword and took the lead in attacking.

Fang Ping was not in a hurry, controlling the Tianyang Sword and fighting against the opponent's magic sword.

He was in a relaxed posture and was not in a hurry to attack with all his strength.

He had only entered the fourth level of Qi training for a few months, but relying on a sufficient supply of condensed essence pills and spirit stones, his magic power was faintly deeper than that of the opponent.

After only a dozen moves of the Tianyang Sword, Hu Ming's magic sword was somewhat unable to resist and was suppressed by the red sword light.

Seeing this, Hu Ming became more and more panicked.

While trying his best to resist, he split his attention and released the small five-element spell, condensing several flames and ice bombs, which were shot at Fang Ping one after another.

In the short fight, Fang Ping had already tested the strength of his opponent in the first round.

He didn't even need to infuse his magic power to bless him. He could block the attack without any pressure just by relying on the protection of the magic weapon [Liangyi Lingpei].

There was no need for any skills, and there was no back and forth, and there were no rounds of battles to win the victory. Fang Ping relied on the Tianyang Sword and the suppression of magic power to easily suppress his opponent.

Seeing that the opponent's magic sword had completely taken the upper hand, if he continued to resist, the magic weapon he had saved up money to buy might be damaged. Hu Ming felt distressed and helpless.

"I give up!"

He took the initiative to shout and asked for help from the foundation-building monk next to him.

Without waiting for the foundation-building uncle to intervene, seeing that the opponent gave up, Fang Ping generously put away the sword in time and did not make the opponent look bad.

"First round, Fang Ping wins!"

The foundation-building cultivator nodded to Fang Ping and announced the winner on the spot.

………

In general, the first battle was won easily.

Fang Ping, who has several magical instruments on him and secretly keeps some of them, is a minority among the outer disciples.

Hu Ming, who only has a low-grade magical sword and uses limited resources for cultivation, is the norm for outer disciples of Luoyang Sect.

After traveling through time for so long, Fang Ping has a deeper understanding of this world of immortal cultivation. Naturally, he will not be proud of easily defeating a cultivator of the same realm.

After leaving the arena, he found a place to meditate and quickly recovered his magic power before wandering around the arenas in the square.

The arenas on the secondary list are mainly composed of cultivators at the fourth and fifth levels of Qi training.

Fang Ping looked around and found that there were not many outstanding disciples.

There were limited good players, and many of them were known to Fang Ping, such as Senior Brother Yan Xu who was also in the trading meeting.

In the two months since he came back from Canglan River, he had been promoted to the fifth level of Qi training.

Perhaps because he had just been promoted, Yan Xu's aura was a little bit empty. But even so, it was enough to defeat another cultivator of the fourth level of Qi training.

Seeing Fang Ping who happened to pass by below cheering for him, Yan Xu smiled and waved, and jumped off the stage.

The two exchanged a few words and dispersed to find other favorite competitions to watch.

Not long after, Fang Ping bypassed the stage corresponding to the four groups of the vice list and came to the four groups of Tiandi Xuanhuang on the outer gate first list.

Compared with the vice list, the first list is still divided into four groups, but the number of participating disciples in each group is much smaller.

I don’t know if it’s not his turn, or he has something else and hasn’t come yet, Fang Ping didn’t see Liu Wuchen near the stage of the first list.

Instead, he saw Miao Youfang and Ji Hongling.

Miao Youfang was assigned to the No. 1 ring of the Tianzi Group, and his opponent was a sixth-level Qi training cultivator whom Fang Ping did not know.

There was a big gap between the late and middle stages of Qi training. Miao Youfang's strength was quite good, and the battle was not surprising.

The sixth-level Qi training cultivator did not even have the strength to fight back, and could only control two protective magic tools to support himself.

On the other hand, Miao Youfang was calm and composed while casting spells one after another. Anyone could see that he still had some strength left.

After just a cup of tea, the cultivator who had held on to the end and refused to give up was forcibly knocked off the ring by Miao Youfang.