When a Western Fantasy Witch Traveled to the Immortal Cultivation World and Became the King of Scrol

Chapter 65 Sheng Yuan
Zhou Ling entered the Taoist practice late, and no matter how hard he worked, his strength was less than one-third of others.

She learned two kinds of sword techniques. Hengyue's sword moves and sword techniques cannot be shown to outsiders, so the only ones she can use in the competition are their Wandao Sect's original sword techniques and sword techniques.

This set of sword techniques is said to be flawless, but whether or not there are any flaws depends entirely on the cultivation strength of the person who uses it.

Zhou Ling was invincible among the cultivators of the same level in the sect with this set of sword skills. Sometimes she won so many times that she almost forgot that the overall level of her sect was actually deviated, except for a few big guys who were always at the forefront.

He was able to secure first place in swordsmanship in his own sect, but once he left the sect, he could only be abused!

Zhou Ling once again relied on her petite and flexible figure to desperately block the sharp swords launched by Senior Brother Niu. Then she found the right moment to take advantage of an opening, spun around to avoid his attack, and quickly distanced herself from him.

There was a hideous wound on the calf of his left leg that was so deep that the bone could be seen. Although Zhou Ling had used his spiritual power to seal the most important meridians and blood vessels, he could not take care of the dense capillaries, and blood was still oozing out.

Zhou Ling on the stage suddenly felt fortunate. It was almost time for lunch. In order to have a delicious meal in time after her fight, her mother left the spectator seats early and went home to cook. She did not see her miserable appearance now.

"Brother Niu, do you want us to stop fighting for half a minute, take some pills, catch our breath, and repair the broken meridians?"

Although Zhou Ling was seriously injured, she has never been one to suffer a loss. Senior Brother Niu's condition was not much better at this moment. Although he looked thick-skinned and able to withstand a blow, he was wounded in the arm by her sword. The wound was also deep and deep. The meridians in his arm must have been damaged. If it is not repaired in time, the time will be delayed and the broken meridians will shrink. It will be difficult to reconnect them at that time.

"Okay, let's do as Junior Sister Zhou says."

Niu Qing nodded in agreement, for no other reason than that he understood this principle. The one he was fighting with in the ring was not a mortal enemy, but a Taoist disciple. This ring match was mainly for sparring and competition. Although both of them wanted to win, they didn't care about this half a minute. After all, the body was large, and the damage to the meridians could not be underestimated.

Besides... it was because I didn't control my strength and injured her leg first, that the little girl got mad and risked her life to injure him with the sword.

The two of them didn't waste any more words and sat cross-legged on the stage. When they were reconnecting their meridians, they frowned almost at the same time. Fine beads of sweat appeared on their foreheads almost at the same time, then gathered into beads the size of soybeans, slid down their cheeks, hit the bluestone bricks below, and broke into two pieces.

At this time, in a room in the guest house of the main peak of Wandao Sect, a man suddenly opened his eyes from meditation, raised his fingertips uncertainly, and placed them on the calf of his left leg.

Strangely, this kind of hallucination caused by injury has appeared frequently in recent years.

But he never found the reason.

It was already bright outside the window. The man glanced sideways at the hourglass on the table, sighed lightly, and waved his hand to remove the barrier in the room.

Without the barrier of the barrier, the noisy and bustling sounds outside instantly rushed into the small room, dispelling the coldness and silence in the room.

It seems that the Taoist competition has begun.

As an accompanying elder, since he is here, it would be inappropriate for him not to check on the progress of the younger disciples.

He stood up from the bed, his inky black hair falling over his shoulders. The doors and windows opened wide as he waved his hand, and the hot, bright sunlight fell into the room and onto his face.

His eyebrows were sword-like with a slightly soft arc, his skin was as white as fat, and he had a pair of captivating peach blossom eyes that were half-closed. There were small light brown teardrop moles under his eyes. He had a high nose bridge and perfect lips. If he was not so tall when he stood up and his bones were not thick, everyone would suspect that they had seen some kind of fairy!

The waiter who had been standing at his door could hardly take his eyes away, but it was Sheng Yuan's cold glance that finally scared the man back to his senses.

"Elder Sheng... Elder Sheng Yuan, are you going to the Dao Sect Competition? I will lead the way for you."

"No need. You don't have to wait at my door in the future." Sheng Yuan said this indifferently and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The main peak of Wandao Sect is very small. He used to come here often and didn't need anyone to lead the way.

Besides, looking at his face, if he showed up directly without hiding his body, who knows how much trouble it would cause.

Standing in the air and looking down, there were three different arena competitions of Qi refining, foundation building and pill forming. But it just so happened that one of the arena spectator seats of the foundation building group was the most crowded.

Is there a new rising star with more talent this year?
As an old-generation cultivator who had participated in the war of annihilation, Sheng Yuan was very satisfied with the current vigorous development momentum of the world of immortal cultivation.

That world-destroying war brought a devastating blow to the entire world of immortal cultivation. Thousands of years have passed now. Although these up-and-coming talents are still moving forward steadily, they can never reach the strength they had back then to fight the world-destroying demon clan.

Therefore, Sheng Yuan is very interested in those monks who have the potential to succeed.

He chose the foundation-building arena with the largest number of spectators and landed on it.

In addition to him, there were many other Divine Transformation cultivators like him, hiding themselves and sitting in the corner watching the battle.

Although he doesn't like dealing with people on weekdays, he wants to know the battle situation on the stage, so he has to ask these people.

"Elder Sheng Yuan, why...why are you here?"

"Let's take a look on the way. How is the battle going on the stage?"

When a row of Jindan monks who were originally sitting saw him coming, they stood up nervously and were very respectful. However, he took the opportunity to find an empty seat, sat down, and waited for these people to explain to him the battle situation on the stage.

Although these Jindan monks who stood up nervously looked very old, they had actually lived much shorter than the real boss in front of them.

Elder Sheng Yuan is the only person in the entire world of immortal cultivation who has the hope of breaking through the shackles of the Divine Transformation and the Heavenly Dao and ascending successfully.

Having participated in the war of destruction, his lifespan now far exceeds 5,000 years, which is also far beyond the maximum lifespan that a cultivator who has reached the stage of Divine Transformation can achieve.

One of the old men sorted out the content in his mind and began to explain the battle situation on the stage to Sheng Yuan.

But Sheng Yuan, while listening, kept his eyes on the ring. When he saw Zhou Ling, his pupils suddenly shrank.

That girl...

He had never seen her before, but why, when he saw her for the first time, not only did he feel that she looked familiar, but he also felt a little nervous and guilty?

In the competition on the ring, as one of the focus figures, everyone's eyes were on her and Niu Qing. Zhou Ling was too lazy to notice whether there was one more or one less wound. She was only concentrating on repairing her wounds and looking forward to the next fight with Senior Brother Niu, so she didn't notice anything wrong with Sheng Yuan's gaze.

When Sheng Yuan's eyes moved down and fell on her calf that was still bleeding, his heart suddenly stopped beating.

(End of this chapter)