The Taoist ancestor is Cthulhu

Draw lots?

Li Fan watched as the Foundation Establishment disciples on the deck came closer, and the Nascent Souls that were besieging them all stopped ten feet away from the treasure ship. They did not come over directly, but waited for them to draw lots. He was confused for a moment.

"Xuan Tian Sword Intent said, Xiao Yao is fighting swords according to the ancient method. You have also seen it. If he had come up and started to attack like before, Mrs. Gong would have died in an instant. It is a rare grand event of killing and tribulation sword fighting, and it will not even be lively. You don’t even have to see it, wouldn’t it be a pity to come here in vain?

Therefore, following the ancient method of sword fighting, before the master-teacher meeting, the disciples must be evaluated first to show the strengths and weaknesses of the two families and become famous. If there is a player who wins three games in a row, according to the rules, he is a rising star recognized by both parties, a momentary hero, and is not allowed to be killed.

This rule was originally set to prevent some prodigies from famous sects who came out with pills to kill all the underachievers from other families. Therefore, if a person fights three times, he will be forced to be eliminated.

Since the enemy has taken the opportunity and arranged it so well, then this is your only chance of survival.

But in this case, Xiao Yao definitely didn't ask you to rotate. There are only five people on the opposite side who are foundation builders. It's meaningless to just do one killing calamity. If you fight for three rounds in a row, if you lose, you will die without mentioning it. Even if you win by chance, , maybe even the enemies all over the sky will take it away to take revenge.

Therefore, if you want to complete three games, you must have a teacher to protect you in order to succeed. But Xiao Yao was alone and weak, and if people waited for him to attack him, they would definitely turn a blind eye and not save him.

But there is no other way. If he doesn't escape, he will die if he fights. You juniors will still die in the applause of others. After such a journey, maybe someone with a tough life could survive one or two, or even wait until reinforcements come to save him...

However, I estimate that if someone dares to set up such a large formation at the entrance of Zhushan, they must have taken advantage of the opportunity of killing and robbery to set up the formation, and they have already planned and deployed it. This is completely in their hands. ’

Li Fan was silent, but he could indeed see that the formation of heavenly soldiers in the north was motionless, the clear sky in the east was deserted, and a pair of demons and three Zhou Sheng in Tiantai Mountain in the west, each with his disciples. The female general from the Nangong family in the south attracted three Nascent Souls and two disciples who had completed the foundation building stage.

Now we can see their faces clearly. A female cultivator and the Nangong female general are standing together, smiling as if they are best friends. They are wearing silk and neon clothes and fairy clothes. The clouds and mist shine, and the fairy clothes are chosen to fit well. The appearance is also around 70 points. Apart from being flat-chested and a Yuanying, he doesn’t have many characteristics. It's the kind of supporting role that you can throw into a singing and dancing party and you can't find it at a glance. Apart from highlighting the heroic appearance of the Nangong female general next to her, it probably has no other use. Probably just a best friend...

On the other hand, there is a disciple next to her who has a more eye-catching appearance. He is only fourteen or fifteen years old. He has a pair of thin and long eyes, a face with melon seeds and a skin as white as snow. He is also wearing a brocade robe and a moon robe. He has a black hair and a crane crown, and he looks elegant. His demeanor is that of a standard XXBOYS idol in the entertainment industry. People who don't like it may look like an awl, but people who like it may think, "Oh, I'm going to die if I kiss and hug you." In short, it's quite rare to be born with such a plastic surgery model face. .

The other two Yuanying monks are probably twin brothers. They look very similar. They both have faces with Chinese characters and thick eyebrows. Their dressing style is also different from that of the Liguo monks. They are more fantasy-like, with fairy clothes and precious armors. I couldn't tell whether they were Taoist priests or samurai for a moment. One was holding a sword and the other was holding a pestle. Judging from the brilliance, they were at least top-grade trash.

Behind them was a boy with wheat-colored skin. He was about the same age as Zhang Zhuo. He also had the same Chinese character face and thick eyebrows. Although he could not be said to be handsome, he was bright and energetic. He had broad shoulders and long legs, and a strong figure. He looked like he was not. Extraordinary talents.

The monks who followed Nangong Nv in the future looked as usual and showed no hatred towards Mo Zhushan. They were probably simply invited to fight swords.

"They challenge, we fight. You go out to fight in the order in which you were drawn. You can give it a try. If you are talented and your energy is not exhausted, I will fight for your life and send you out. Even if you lose, there is no telling. If there are casual cultivators over there who appreciate you, there is no guarantee that they will accept you as a disciple." Yao Xuanzhou spoke calmly and drew the lottery sticks in his hand to the disciples around him one by one.

These foundation building disciples also knew the seriousness of the matter and fell silent. After all, they also knew that what Yao Xuanzhou said was just comforting words. The casual cultivator came to join in the fun. Why should he forcefully save people and offend the Immortal Palace? But if you fall into the hands of the Immortal Palace and Tiantai Mountain, it will be easy to be killed immediately. The Immortal Family's methods of rectifying people are enough to stop children from crying at night, and they can scare them to death.

So in this lottery, if you catch someone, you will die, if you don't, you will die.

After all, people are watching you from Mo Zhushan. It’s just a question of which one to kill first. After all, it’s a dead end.

Either early death or late death is a death, and at most it only delays a little bit of time. Maybe I can delay it for a while and give it a try, but it is just a thought after all.

After all, maybe a miracle will happen?

So no one of the disciples present refused, and they all drew lots silently.

Everyone was in the same boat, so Li Fan naturally went to draw a lot, "Nine".

Considering that there were about thirty people on board, this was considered a lottery.

Yao Xuanzhou glanced at Li Fan and said nothing. He did not take the lotus tube under the boat to draw the Yuanxuan Bao Lu Qi and the others who were locked up. Are you thinking that with these on the deck, you have a better chance of winning three games in a row, or are you hoping that when the fight is over, the Immortal Palace can let these Zhushan erring disciples live...

Li Fan didn't have time to think too much, because at this moment, Zhou Sheng had already thrown the Zhengui jade plate in his hand, and it expanded in mid-air, forming a flat jade platform, which was probably for those who couldn't fly and escape. Foundation building disciples, this is the place for sword fighting competition.

"Mozhushan disciple Zheng Hua asks for advice!"

The disciple in Zaoyi who got the number 1 flew up, raised his energy and stepped on the side, and jumped onto the jade board.

This fellow Zheng Hua, Li Fan, has never been in a relationship, and I don’t know his background. He looks like a young man. If he was also sixteen years old when he was building the foundation, he should have been training in the realm of perfection for a while. He was so decisive. Probably not weak, right?

As for the opponent, there is no need to guess. Of course, the people from Tiantai Mountain have to take the first shot.

"Go." Then Cijing, the nun with the white snake wrapped around her arm, pushed her hand and threw the strongman beside her onto the jade board.

"Yuan Lang from Tiantai Mountain is here to take your life!" The strongman relied on his pushing skills to pull out a pair of drum-beating golden hammers with a flip of his hands. Mount Tai pressed down on the top, and the two hammers hit Zheng Hua's head!

But then again, this nun’s disciple is actually a strong man eight feet tall, with big arms and a thick waist, as strong as an ox. Is he really a disciple? Is it the Huanxi Zen or the Fangzhong Technique that is being taught? Ahem...

In short, the pair of hammers were as big as pumpkins, covered with golden water, and looked as heavy as a stone. Zheng Hua immediately dodged sideways, and at the same time, he struck with the bamboo sword in his hand, and shot out the Zhushan Sword Qi to attack from a distance.

But the strong man couldn't hit it with a pair of golden hammers, but instead had two holes poked through his body by the sword energy. He was so angry that he aroused Xueyong. His muscles exploded all over his body, and he became five points bigger. He swung the hammer. The whistling wind blew and the hammer hit hard. Golden light shimmered all over his body, and even the sword energy could not be penetrated by the strong wind, leaving only faint white marks on his muscles. He was actually a practitioner of hegemonic physical skills.

Zheng Hua was not to be outdone. He drew the sword with his right hand and fired various escape techniques with his left hand to fight back. Sparks of all colors flew for a while. The two of them were doing one move and the other. The fight was indistinguishable and extremely ugly. I can’t stand looking at it…

There was no other way. Li Fan had just watched the cutscene for a long time. It was filled with flying swords, magic weapons, and sword energy. It was overwhelming and thrilling. As a result, after the two of you demonstrated the actual machine, the concentration of light and shadow particles was extremely low, but the frame dropped? That's it? That's it? That's it?

"Xuan Tian Sword Intention said, now host, you can understand my daily mood of teaching children to play with mud."

Ah, I can really feel it.

It’s not that I dislike the level of Zheng Hua, a disciple of Mozhu Mountain. It’s fair to say that in the foundation stage, he only has a little bit of blue, ahem, true energy, but how many exquisite moves can he use? Isn't it just that you move and I move? This can also be used to delay time. If the fight lasts longer, reinforcements may come, but that won't be a problem.

Yao Xuanzhou frowned as he watched from the side, while Zhou Sheng, who was not far away, looked calm and chatting and laughing with Ci Jing, forming a sharp contrast.

This week Zhou Hao probably came to Mozhu Mountain to fight with ancient swords to delay time, and it was clear that he also had a back-up plan. So he didn't care about the competition in the field, and actually floated to the south to meet the monks brought by the Nangong family. He was not worried that Mo Zhushan could escape the palm.

Seeing the two of them jumping back and forth, you and I exchanged one move for twenty times, Yao Zhenren suddenly said, "Don't delay, let's fight quickly."

The monks outside the field who originally watched this low-level competition and had no interest in tasting it were stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but turn their heads to look at the jade platform.

So Zheng Hua, who was fighting with the strongman's double hammers using Zhushan swordsmanship, suddenly gave up on evading, drew back his sword, turned around violently, stepped on tiptoes, turned around, rushed back, and ran headlong into Yuan Langhuai Here, the speed increases tenfold!

With this sudden change of moves, Yuan Lang couldn't even take back the two golden hammers in his hand. He didn't react at all, and his golden body was pierced by a sword!

And this is not over yet! Zheng Hua suddenly opened his mouth and roared, spraying a stream of purple thunder from his mouth and nose! The blast went straight into the sword hole that was broken by the wooden sword!

Just listen to a series of popping noises! Zidian opened the way and struck behind with his sword. Zheng Hua actually merged his sword with his sword. The clash of thunder and swords directly blasted a bloody hole in Yuan Lang's chest and passed through it! Almost dyed with blood!

Thunder, sword and fire, UU reading www.uukanshu.net is so powerful and powerful! With just one sword explosion, the huge Vajra Warrior was completely blown into pieces! The wooden sword in his hand exploded due to the strong breath of the sword!

"What a thief!" Cijing, the nun, screamed, pointed her hand, and the white snake in her hand shuttled like a white snake, and swept straight towards Zheng Hua! He grabbed Zheng Hua's neck with one mouthful!

But Zheng Hua actually roared with the same roar, his whole body flashed with purple lightning, and he abandoned his wooden sword. His hands were lightning-like, almost like sharp claws, and he grabbed the white snake and pulled it, tearing the white snake into two pieces!

"Golden elixir realm!" "What!" Zhou Sheng and other monks were shocked, and then they all felt horrified.

Of course, they didn't get into chaos just because a Zhushan Foundation Establishment disciple suddenly rose to the Golden Core level in front of them. After all, the elixir method for improving one's realm in a short period of time is not so rare these days, and one has still heard of it.

He was so surprised because the nun Cijing was beheaded.

Yes, just now, the moment when the white snake in her hand was torn to pieces, it was just the blink of an eye when the consciousness was created. A Yuanying died.

A blood line split from the lower part of the divine court. The whole person was cut flatly and divided into two pieces of white flesh. They fell from the air without saying a word. The consciousness was extinguished and there was no more sound.

Yao Xuanzhou didn't care about the head, so he looked at Zhou Sheng coldly, stretched out his index finger and wiped the blood on the flying sword like a black feather in his left hand, "Next game."

The Zaoyi disciple who had signed in and drawn the second prize came out in response and landed on the jade plate covered with the flesh and blood of the strongman. He stood there with his neck bitten off and killed, but he was holding two white snakes in his hands, and the snake's body was already turned into blood. Beside Zheng Lun, he drew his sword and worshiped with an expressionless face.

"Mozhushan disciple Wang Tanzhi asks for advice!"