Chapter 92 Lan Ximu
"Can Xu Disheng be here?" In Qinglian Dojo, outside the circle of light where Chaolu Peak is, a tall young man in white stands. Although his cultivation level is only at the Qi Sea Peak realm, his temperament is indescribably noble, and his pride is revealed inadvertently.
"Senior Brother He is well." Lu Zimo took a step forward and said with a smile, "Xu...Junior Brother Xu and Senior Brother He have some history?"
"He Junyu? Why did he come to where Chaolu Peak is?"
"He Junyu is in this competition, second only to those half-stepping geniuses. Is it possible that the disciple who ranked among more than 5,000 people yesterday and received a hundred spiritual stones is actually related to him?"
The disciples at Chaolu Peak were whispering and looking this way.
He Junyu took a quick glance at the crowd and didn't see Xu Disheng, so he couldn't help but frown slightly.
Lu Zimo was a little embarrassed and stood there with an unnatural look on his face.
"Master He, what's the matter?"
There is only one Daoji realm deacon in Chaolu Peak, named Tan Min. Seeing that Lu Zimo was frustrated at this moment, he had to speak.
He Junyu glanced at him and saw that he was in the Daoji realm, so he reluctantly said: "Some personal matters, what?"
Tan Min smiled and said: "Nothing, Mr. He, please help yourself." He had already scolded He Junyu a thousand times in his heart.
He's just a second-generation ancestor, so he's so arrogant just because he has a real father in the divine elixir realm?
This was what he kept repeating in his heart to vent his anger, and he would never dare to say it out loud. Xinglan Zhenren He Wenshu, what kind of person is he? He, Tan Min, was only in the Daoji realm. He stretched out his finger and crushed him to death.
He Junyu shook his head and was about to leave when he looked up and saw two people far away in the Qinglian Dojo, checking their identity jade tokens.
One of them was Xu Disheng, a practitioner of the "Canghai" Heart Technique that he met in the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion that day.
He picked up a magical sword and flew straight to the edge of the dojo.
Flying is prohibited in Qinglian Dojo. It's just that... He Junyu is the son of a real person in the divine elixir realm, and it's not yet time for the big competition. If he flies occasionally, the disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall will turn a blind eye.
"Xu Disheng?"
He Junyu's sword light was very fast, and it landed in front of Xu Disheng and Xu Disheng in a moment, with a very firm tone.
"Senior Brother He?" He Junyu was one of the top talents in the Mingxin Mountain Range. Bai Zhehua obviously knew him and she spoke in surprise at this moment.
He Junyu didn't look at him, but looked at Xu Disheng and said, "I saw you once in the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion a few days ago. Later, when someone investigated, I found out that Qingxin had already been punished into the secret realm. Is it him who taught you the "Canghai" Heart Technique?"
Xu Disheng had previously purchased a jade slip that recorded the genius of the Qi Sea Realm in the Mingxin Mountain Range. On it was a ghost portrait and introduction of He Junyu, which revealed that he was the son of He Wenshu, the real person of Xinglan. A little bit
After pondering, he said: "Not bad."
He Junyu nodded, seemed to be sizing up Xu Disheng, and said, "Shi Zhan, let me take a look."
The young man raised his eyes slightly and said, "I just practiced to summon rain." He casually made a seal with his left hand, and a drop of cyan water appeared in front of him, hovering in the air, exuding a strong corrosive aura.
"Corrosion spell? Can the rain call be used like this?" He Junyu also condensed a water droplet. The difference was that the water droplet he condensed was rich in water energy, clear and colorless, with profound energy flowing, and the breath was extremely pure.
"You were once the disciple with a pure heart, and you have an indirect connection with my father. If anything happens in the future, you can come and find me." He Junyu didn't say much, he just dropped a jade slip and started to drive. The light of the sword disappeared.
Bai Zhehua looked at the disappearing sword light, with a hint of envy in her tone: "This is the best magic weapon held by Senior Brother He, the Qingyun Sword. I saw you perform the "Canghai" Heart Technique before, and I felt that you were different from Master Xinglan. Youjiu, I didn’t expect this to be the case, Junior Brother Xu, you really gave me too much fright.”
Xu Disheng held the jade slip and seemed to recall the past events in Chu Kingdom. After a moment, his mind changed, and he said calmly: "This "Canghai" heart secret... is just the shadow of others, not worth boasting about."
However, the shadow of Daojun Qingxin flashed silently in his mind. At this moment, it seems that Daojun Qingxin's mood at that time was not as indifferent as it appeared on the surface.
In the Tao Tower, he had reached the corner and was about to go down the steps.
"Wait a minute, this thing will protect you." Qingxin Daojun seemed to think about it for a long time before throwing over a jade slip.
He may have hesitated.
However, as a banned disciple, as an outsider disciple, as a disciple who has entered the Qi Sea Realm, he has not even passed the peak entrance exam. As a person, even if you go to the Central Imperial State, you must prepare a spiritual stone and take a disciple of Shangyuan Dao Lord Lingyun.
What can he give? What can you give to your disciples?
Qingyu Daojun all regarded the Qingxin Jade given by his master as a greeting gift to his uncle.
But he was framed, imprisoned, and left alone.
After reading it all over the body, there is only one complete version of "Cang Hai".
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Two days passed in a blink of an eye.
In the center of Qinglian Dojo, ten huge arenas have risen. Each arena is dozens of feet in diameter, with a protective light shield looming around it.
At Chen hour, the three-wheeled sun hangs high in the sky, and the golden sunshine shines on the Lotus Lake.
The bottomless lake sparkles under the bright sunshine. Surrounding the Qinglian Dojo, a golden halo ripples, which is extremely beautiful.
The spirit beast giant turtle is still hovering next to Mingxin Peak, and at a high place diagonally above the Qinglian Dojo, there is a little cloud of cloud around it.
Above the Luan Jia
, the heart-killing real person Yu Xingchao said: "At the hour of Chen, the Qi Sea Realm Grand Competition begins. Master Tao Peak, you will preside over it." Although the voice was soft, it spread throughout the Qinglian Dojo, and the whispers of many disciples instantly Much less.
There was a middle-aged man standing respectfully beside him, saluting and saying: "Respect the order of the real person who kills the heart." It was Tao Yuanbai, the leader of the 29th peak, Piling Peak.
Tao Yuanbai took a step forward, stood on the shoulders of the spiritual beast giant turtle, looked down at the entire Qinglian Dojo, and said loudly: "Based on the preliminary ranking. Starting from the first place, ten at a time, the opponent will be randomly selected."
After looking at the tens of thousands of disciples in hundreds of circles around the dojo, he continued: "The first to tenth ones in the Qi Sea Realm preliminary contest will go to the arena respectively."
After saying this, several rays of light flew up from hundreds of circles of light and landed on the ten arenas in order of order.
Among them, the fifth place in the preliminary competition was none other than He Junyu, the son of Master Xinglan.
With a stroke of his left hand in the air, a huge light curtain appeared next to the giant turtle, with ten numbers appearing on it.
Tao Yuanbai casually glanced at the numbers and said: "Eight thousand six hundred and fifty, nine thousand seven hundred, six hundred and forty, three thousand five hundred and thirty six... You and other ten people will go to the ring to challenge."
The ten disciples who were called up showed bitter expressions on their faces and slowly flew onto the ring.
Everyone knows that among 10,000 people, the probability of being selected to fight against the top few talents is extremely small. But once you are drawn, it means the end of this competition.
Beside the ten arenas, there are ten Daoji realm deacons to maintain order.
On the first stage.
Yu Yangyao stood with his hands behind his back, looking calmly at the disciple who was flying up from the Imperial Envoy Ling Yun.
The Daoji Realm deacon in charge of this arena was about to announce the start.
"Wait a minute! Brother Yu, Lord Deacon, I admit defeat!" The disciple didn't even get off Lingyun, so he raised his hand to the Daoji Realm deacon on the side of the ring, and urged Lingyun back.
The disciples in the audience booed.
"The first place versus the 8650th place, the first place wins." The Daoji Realm deacon spoke while using the jade slip to record.
The other nine arenas are also similar. Only on the third stage, the 640th disciple seemed to want to test the depth of Ke Yue, the third ranked disciple at first, so he made a move.
Ke Yue has a half-step base cultivation level and is a disciple of Zhenren Xingyuan. He is one of the top four geniuses in the Mingxin Mountain Range, on par with Bai Zhaoyun and second only to Yu Yangyao and Jian Liangbi.
Just because he was born in a secret realm, there are many criticisms for no reason on weekdays. At this moment, he was looked down upon again, and he couldn't help but feel a little angry in his heart.
With a casual wave of his hand, a piece of ordinary dead branch flew out, directly flying the disciple hundreds of feet, and fell into the Lotus Lake, where he did not know whether he was alive or dead.