The Path to Immortality

Before it gets dark.

The top four teams were successfully determined.

Probably during the grouping process, the three seventh-level qi-training disciples were deliberately avoided, and Liu Wuchen, Ji Hongling, and Miao Youfang all entered the top four.

Another disciple at the sixth level of Qi training, Huang Chongxin, narrowly defeated Gongsun Qing by half a move and grabbed the last spot in the semi-finals.

As for Uncle Ding, the previous generation disciple who Liu Wuchen mentioned earlier, who might have participated in the competition, he was not qualified to participate in the competition due to joint protests from the outer disciples.

This made the old monk who was nearly sixty years old extremely regretful.

Of course he knew that if he took the Foundation Establishment Pill, he would have to sacrifice his life for the sect, and he was ready to sacrifice himself.

However, if he wants to die, in the eyes of the sect, he is not worth the price of a Foundation Establishment Pill, so he will not be given a chance at all!

In this way, among the top four, there are three in total who are in the late stage of Qi training, and one is a sixth-level Qi training monk who was seriously injured in the previous battle and whose strength was greatly reduced.

Tomorrow's grouping will become particularly critical.

Whoever can meet Huang Chongxin will have an extremely huge advantage in the battle for the top spot. It is not an exaggeration to say that he has touched the Foundation Establishment Pill with half his hand in advance.

With everyone's attention, the draw for the groups on the third day of the competition began.

The moment the final groupings were announced, Fang Ping's heart sank.

Liu Wuchen, who watched the lottery process with his own eyes on the stage, turned pale and clenched his fists.

Huang Chongxin, who was seriously injured, looked indifferent. He knew that his ranking had already been decided, and no matter who he was drawn, he would not be able to win.

Only Ji Hongling showed a bright smile when she saw the grouping.

Tomorrow's top four showdown: Miao Youfang vs. Liu Wuchen, Ji Hongling vs. Huang Chongxin!

The night is getting darker.

Many outer sect disciples were still immersed in the exciting competition during the day.

Some argue endlessly, or speculate on who among the three outer sect heroes will have the last laugh in tomorrow's decisive battle.

During their discussion, Liu Wuchen, who had hesitated a lot, came to visit Miao Youfang overnight.

When two tigers fight, one of them will be injured.

Liu Wuchen didn't want to get Ji Hongling's advantage in vain, so he wanted to find Miao Youfang in advance and discuss a solution.

However, this monk who was also at the seventh level of Qi training did not open the door at all and chose to avoid seeing him.

He just replied through the courtyard door in a slightly complicated tone.

"You're late!"

………

The third day of the competition!

The first battle on the top list is the battle between Liu Wuchen and Miao Youfang.

Although Fang Ping was not optimistic about Liu Wuchen after the group results came out, but since he said it before, Fang Ping did not miss the promise and came early to help cheer.

This crucial battle was directly related to the top spot on the list and the possession of the Foundation Establishment Pill, so it attracted most of the outer disciples to watch.

Thousands of disciples surrounded the arena, and the foundation-building monks who came to serve as referees even had to fly into the arena.

In full view of everyone, two monks who were in the late stages of Qi training appeared.

Today's Miao Youfang seems to be slightly indifferent.

After getting on the ring, he said nothing and looked down at the ring slightly, as if waiting for the game to start.

Liu Wuchen, on the other hand, had an expressionless face, with only the firmness in his eyes that could not be concealed.

After a short wait, the presiding Foundation Establishment monk glanced at the sky and announced simply: "The competition begins!"

Without hesitation, the two late-stage Qi-training monks each activated their magical weapons and launched a fierce attack on their opponents.

The Qiu Shui Sword quickly cut through the air and fought with Miao Youfang's knife-like magical weapon.

Both are medium-grade magic weapons, and the power of the two magic weapons is similar. They seemed extremely anxious for a while, and it was difficult to tell the winner.

Miao Youfang and Liu Wuchen also had a clear understanding of each other's strength, and did not expect that a magical weapon could easily defeat their opponent.

Each controlled a second or even a third magical weapon, supplemented by various Taoist techniques, and fought one after another.

Dozens of cyan wind blades took shape behind Liu Wuchen, roaring towards him.

The cyan wind blade was so powerful that every blow could easily create deep cracks several feet long on the solid stone slab.

The faces of the outer disciples who were watching the battle suddenly changed.

Let alone the early stage of Qi training, even a disciple with good strength in the middle stage of Qi training can only have the confidence to catch two or three wind blades at most.

However, even such a ferocious attack was still blocked by the spiritual barrier held up in front of Miao Youfang.

Although this monk, who was equally strong, could not resist easily, it was obvious that he had not used all his strength.

When the attack failed, Liu Wuchen spared no effort and activated his newly cultivated Taoist skills.

Several rays of black light quickly condensed, and then, under the cover of the green wind blade, they flew towards Miao Youfang silently.

Compared to the astonishing momentum of the cyan wind blade, a few black lights seemed very inconspicuous.

But Miao Youfang's expression changed for the first time. He dodged continuously, avoiding two of the black lights, and at the same time activated another shield-like magic weapon, which was able to block the rest of the attack.

"Senior Brother Liu played so aggressively today!"

In just a dozen moves, Fang Ping, who was watching the battle, felt something was wrong.

In this competition, Liu Wuchen's fighting style has changed a lot from when he killed the Black Lin Jiao and the previous battles.

He changed his usual steady style and suppressed Miao Youfang almost the whole time, as if the two had some deep grudge.

"Is it because of the ownership of the Foundation Establishment Pill?"

Fang Ping could only think of this possibility.

After fighting for about a quarter of an hour, the two people who had fought with all their strength began to feel a little exhausted.

Liu Wuchen's face was slightly pale, but his eyes were more fierce, secretly looking for a suitable opportunity.

Finally.

Just when his Qiushui Sword suddenly changed its moves and briefly broke through the obstruction of the knife-shaped magic weapon, forcing Miao Youfang to be distracted, Liu Wuchen released from his storage bag the top-grade magic weapon that had been made ten days ago and barely completed the ritual on the first day of the competition.

Black Dragon Scissors!

"Go!"

Liu Wuchen shouted, and his magic power madly poured into this top-grade magic weapon of extremely excellent quality.

In a trance, the Black Dragon Scissors seemed to turn into a roaring black dragon, carrying the torrent of the 800-mile Canglan River, sweeping towards Miao Youfang.

The power of the top-grade magic weapon's full-strength attack stunned the outer disciples watching the battle.

Even the foundation-building cultivator who served as the referee looked a little more solemn, ready to rescue at any time.

However, facing this mighty attack, Miao Youfang was not frightened, but laughed loudly and threw out a silver mirror.

As soon as the silver mirror appeared, it released a brilliant silver light under Miao Youfang's urging, and collided with the torrent transformed by the black dragon scissors.

The collision of the top-grade magic weapons caused a violent explosion.

The solid arena was almost destroyed on the spot, and countless stone powders were raised.

Miao Youfang was not in a good situation, and he spit out a mouthful of blood. His body was hit by the aftermath and flew backwards, hitting the formation that separated the arena.

But Liu Wuchen also did not get any benefits. He retreated several steps, his breath suddenly weakened, and his face was pale.

"Sure enough!"

Liu Wuchen's guess was confirmed, and he laughed unwillingly.