Ascension Through Generations

In Xinglong City, Zhao's Dojo, the annual Eight Meridians Competition is entering the most intense semi-final stage of the top sixteen to the top eight.

"The next game will be between Zhao Yanqi of Shenzimai and Zhao Dehan of Xinzimai. Two speakers will be invited to appear!"

As soon as he finished speaking, two figures flew out of the crowd. After passing through a white light barrier, they flew down into a large performance hall that was two hundred feet long and one hundred and eighty feet wide, all paved with loess.

At this time, the dojo was full of potholes, smoke, fire, swamp frost and other traces left by the competition.

An eight-sided enchantment light shield rose around the martial arts arena to cover it, and a circle of people stood on the sidelines outside the enchantment.

Looking around, he saw that they were all immortal cultivators from the Eight Lineages of the Zhao Family, ranging from the elders of the Foundation Establishment Clan to the rookies at the Qi Refining Level. There were more than 300 immortal cultivators from the Zhao Family, and today there were more than 200 present.

Zhao Yanqi of Shenzimai is a middle-aged man in his fifties, with a ninth level of Qi refining.

Seeing that the top eight clan members below were all satisfied with their ambitions, Zhao Xuanjing shook his head secretly and said to himself: "The family is really inferior to every generation. There are not many people in this generation who can make a difference, but they all think very highly of themselves. No wonder the clan has been so poor for so many years. Not a single golden elixir can be produced. If this continues, how can it be achieved?"

Zhao Dehan narrowed his eyes, shouted loudly, and swung the seven-feather fan with eagle feathers in his hand. Sand and rocks suddenly flew in front of him, and a tornado more than ten feet thick condensed out in an instant, just in time to block the slashing knife rainbow.

More importantly, Zhao Qingyang is a genius, an all-around genius monster, whether in terms of actual combat or in the various arts of immortality such as alchemy and talisman making.

Zhao Sheng was halfway through his words when suddenly a golden light flew over and his mouth was immediately sealed tightly.

Suggestions on reducing his expenses were repeatedly raised at the Tongxintang elders’ meeting every year, but in the end they were all rejected by Patriarch Zhao Dingguang.

As for this kid, he looks like a monkey with a sharp mouth and cheeks, but he is extremely courageous and is not afraid of big scenes by nature.

When he saw his ancestor, he not only showed no restraint in awe, but also looked carefree and lazy.

He is also at the ninth level of Qi Refining. Even though Zhao Dehan is a generation older than his opponent, he has good looks. Although he is over seventy years old, he looks like a man in his forties. He holds a seven-feather fan with eagle feathers in his hand. He is really graceful.

On the surface, this is just a game to determine who will advance to the quarterfinals. In fact, the result of the game determines the allocation of family resources in the coming year.

Zhao Xuanjing said meaningfully: "For fairness and unity, do you understand?"

The roar of the wind, the light of the sword and the roar of the dragon,

The two ninth-level qi-refining immortal cultivators went all out and fought extremely fiercely.

This set of points redemption rules was all his idea.

Zhao Sheng raised his head and glanced at Zhao Xuanjing, then lowered his head and said feebly: "It's not that good, I can hit ten with one hand."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Sheng looked puzzled and asked doubtfully:

"Ancestor Jing, in the world of immortality, the strong have always been strong. Why did you come up with such an exchange rule back then?"

Outsiders don't know, but he knows very well that the Samadhi True Fire was not obtained by chance at all. It took two generations of Zhao family's hard work to collect the fire in the air, the fire in the wood, and the fire in the stone.

Zhao Xuanjing shook his head and cursed with a smile: "What a little hozen, you have almost shaken off all the family secrets. You have such an unforgiving mouth. I don't know how you, who was taciturn when you were a child, grew up to be what you are today." temperament?"

After three hundred years of land reclamation and turning swamps into fields, most of the thousand-mile swamp has been transformed into the fertile Xinglong Plain. The Zhao clan has thrived here, and there are more than 500 people living here - "

After a day of fierce competition, this year's top eight have been announced. All of them are at the ninth level of Qi Refining, and six are at the Great Perfection of Qi Refining.

Ancestor Zhao Dingguang was promoted to the golden elixir realm three hundred years ago.

Seeing this situation, Zhao Xuanjing suddenly had an idea.

"Ancestor, don't you know? Men's heads and women's waists are not easy to touch. Let me say it again, I am no longer the child ten years ago." Zhao Sheng let go of his hands, straightened his slightly messy hairstyle, and complained at the same time road.

When the younger members of the family saw him, they were either walking on thin ice with fear of saying the wrong thing, or they were full of fanatical admiration and respected him like a god.

Outside the dojo, the Qi Refining clan members of the eight Zhao clan were stunned and dazzled by what they saw. The clan members of the Shen and Xin clans were even more focused, looking very nervous and excited.

At this time, Zhao Xuanjing asked with a smile: "Qingyang, do you know the origin and history of the Xinglong Zhao family?"

Zhao Xuanjing smiled slightly after hearing this, but did not scold him. Because he knew that the "kid" in front of him could really do what he said.

Zhao Dehan struck the French fan with his right hand and sneered: "Haha! When you start using your hands later, don't be as careless as last year, nephew!"

"How dare you call yourself me in front of me!"

It has been exactly ten years since his reincarnation, but the eighteen-year-old Zhao Sheng is only six feet tall and is only skinny.

I saw Zhao Xuanjing's palm rising slowly, but Zhao Sheng used force to lift it from his head inch by inch and move it away.

Zhao Sheng "The Xinglong Zhao family originated from Longli Lake in the hinterland of Central Continent a thousand years ago..."

The child was very different from the rest of the family, very temperamental to him.

This Xinglong City is not ordinary. It is also known as the Yin Yang Bagua City. It covers an area of ​​80 miles. The eight areas above the ground are built according to the Nine Palaces and Bagua. There are also eight matching dark areas underground. The light and dark cities are integrated on both sides, and the defense array - -Well! "

With a laugh and curse, a huge bronze palm suddenly pressed on the top of Zhao Sheng's head.

In addition to the fact that the first place in the annual competition will receive a Foundation Establishment Pill, the excess Foundation Establishment Pills will not be distributed according to the number of places, but according to the total points of the Eight Meridians Demonstration.

Wherever the sword rainbow passed, there was a sound like a dragon's roar, and loess flew into the sky. With the murderous intent of the sword, it slashed towards Zhao Dehan's chest.

So you, the three ancestors Zhao Tongxian and Zhao Dingguang, led the family's foundation-building clan elders to take action boldly and occupied the Qianli Crocodile Dragon Swamp in the Tutu War, laying the foundation of the Xinglong Zhao family.

Over the years, the competition has been completed every year, and when it comes time to distribute the Foundation Establishment Pills, the one with the highest total points among the eight meridians will receive a Foundation Establishment Pill, and twenty points will be subtracted from the points. Any excess Foundation Establishment Pills will be distributed according to points ranking.

In the barrier where the body was hidden, the ancestor of the Zhao family looked at the thin, sallow-skinned, sickly "child" in front of him, and asked with a kind expression: "Qingyang, what do you think of the following two? ?”

After saying that, Zhao Xuanjing paused, and then said: "Your lineage points are not high! It seems that you can't exchange for foundation-building pills in recent years. You kid, as a member of the Shenzi lineage, shouldn't you Do you want to contribute to this lineage?"

At this time, Zhao Xuanjing suddenly waved his hand and interrupted Zhao Sheng's recitation:

"Okay! The rest is all flattery, no need to say any more."

Zhao Sheng resisted the urge to roll his eyes and didn't answer the question.

Zhao Sheng was stunned when he heard this, and replied feeling strange: "Ancestor Jing, have you forgotten? I am a member of the Shenmai Qing generation, ranked thirteenth among my peers, and I am known as the Thirteenth Young Master."

"You brat, no matter how big or small."

It happened that at this time, Zhao Sheng was also pretending to be shaking his head, looking like an "old man" who hates the iron.

After his reminder, Zhao Xuanjing recalled the first time he saw this child ten years ago and couldn't help but smile: "At that time, I remember that you were not as big as one of my hands. You were as thin as a chicken. Now. It’s better, almost as tall as the white ape in Taiwu Mountain.”

As soon as the palms were closed, it easily covered the entire head.

"If you say that, I understand!" Zhao Sheng looked thoughtful, and instantly thought of the painful lesson of the separation of families in Longli Lake. It is probably because of this that Zhao Xuanjing came up with this complicated set of rules.

Time flew by and it was dusk in a blink of an eye.

What's even more amazing is that although this child is extremely talented and has a superior IQ, he is neither arrogant nor impetuous and has an extremely firm Taoist heart.

For some reason, he felt extremely friendly from the first time he saw Zhao Qingyang.

Zhao's Foundation Building Pills can obviously be distributed according to the rankings in the competition, so why is it so troublesome?

Turning his gaze downward, he carefully observed the competition between the Zhao family's juniors.

Counting the time, ancestor Zhao Dingguang is almost five hundred years old, and his end is approaching.

The past has passed away with the wind, and time has stretched to today. Zhao Tongxian is approaching his 800th birthday and is about to pass away.

Hearing Patriarch Zhao's teasing words, Zhao Sheng said nonchalantly: "I didn't realize it when I was young, but now my true colors are revealed."

It will take at least twenty years for the two great ancestors of the Zhao family to become immortal. However, in the past sixty years, six elders of the Zhao family's Foundation-Building Dzogchen clan have tried to form elixirs one after another, but all of them failed and none of them succeeded.

"Haha! Thanks for the reminder, Uncle Eighteen. I'm about to take action, so be careful!"

When the fight between the two people was getting intense, no one from all the Zhao clan members noticed that two figures, one tall and one short, were standing in the air above the dojo.

The three fires merge into one to obtain the true fire of samadhi!

According to merit and qualifications, Zhao Keru, an elder of the Foundation Establishment Clan and a second-level alchemist, is the best candidate for Samadhi True Fire.

Seeing this, Zhao Sheng suddenly understood and couldn't help but deeply admire Zhao Keru's high integrity.

When he was looking through the family history, he saw that the Zhao family "accidentally" obtained a Samadhi True Fire seven hundred years ago, and finally used it on Zhao Tongxian. Only then did the Zhao family usher in a golden elixir ancestor.

There was a flying dragon flying knife suspended in front of him, and he looked at Zhao Dehan opposite with his eyes wide open.

This child is only eighteen years old, but he is already in the Great Perfection state of Qi refining. He looks very sick, but his qi and blood are as strong as a dragon and elephant in his thin body, and his body of steel and iron is so powerful that he can tear apart a crocodile dragon.

"Well done!"

But he actually gave up and personally gave the Samadhi True Fire to Zhao Tongxian.

However, if any outsiders see him, they will be shocked to find that the ancestor of the Xinglong Zhao family has lost the violent iron blood of three hundred years ago. At this time, his face is quiet and peaceful, his eyes are as deep as the abyss, and his eyes are revealing with the light of wisdom

Zhao Sheng has been growing up since he was a child, and the resources he has consumed are overwhelming. Even the Zhao family, who has a big family and a big business, can't bear it.

The Zhao family now has a total of three Jindan Patriarchs. Needless to say, Zhao Xuanjing.

It just happened that those few words said exactly what he was thinking.

This must be attributed to the foresight of ancestor Zhao Xuanjing.

"Uncle Eighteen, Yan Qi has offended me!" Zhao Yanqi was of lower rank, so he bowed first and said.

Looking to the future, as long as this kid doesn't die halfway, there is hope for a golden elixir!

Seeing that the child seemed angry without being teased, Zhao Xuanjing rubbed his palms and stopped irritating him with words.

This tragic result has cast a shadow over Xinglong Zhao Sheng, who has been prospering in recent years.

Each year, the branches of the top eight performers will receive certain resource rewards. The most important one among the rewards is the distribution of Foundation Establishment Pills.

Feeling the terrifying power of the little guy, Zhao Xuanjing showed a hint of surprise, and then a flash of joy flashed across his eyes.

"No, I haven't mentioned it yet, but you single-handedly created the famous Xinglong City in southern Xinjiang.

One of the other two is also an acquaintance of Zhao Sheng.

"Well, Shen Mai? Let me do the math."

But it's a pity that he used external objects to form elixirs and only has a lifespan of 500 yuan.

Well!

Zhao Sheng grabbed two thick fingers with both hands, exerted force on his arms, and the veins on his face burst out, and his hands surged with tremendous strength.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Yanqi looked solemn, pointed forward with his right hand, and the Panlong flying knife in front of him suddenly turned into a rainbow of swords that was more than ten feet long and shot out quickly.

For example, the eighth place that year will be worth one point, the second place will be worth ten points, and the first place will be worth no points. One mark per year, and the points are added up over the years.

He also did not expect that the young boy Zhao Tongxian could be promoted to the realm of golden elixir, and he was also a master of alchemy.

cough!

He coughed, and asked Zhao Sheng with a solemn expression: "Qingyang, I want to ask you, my Zhao family has been in the family for thousands of years, and has successively had eight lines of benevolence, justice, propriety, wisdom, trust, prudence, courage and secret. Which lineage are you from?"

With a 30% chance of forming an elixir, Zhao Tongxian lived up to expectations and was successfully promoted to the Golden elixir master.

In the past ten years, he has taken enough elixirs to replenish qi and blood to make a pile high enough for two people, and the resources he consumes every year on average are enough for more than thirty tribesmen to practice.

In last year's competition, the two also faced off in the top 16. Zhao Yanqi was one move away and lost on the spot.

The Zhao family produces a certain number of Foundation Establishing Pills every year. After excluding those that must be redeemed with the family's good deeds, there are only a few Foundation Establishing Pills that are distributed as prizes, no more than three each year.

"...Three hundred years ago, ancestor Zhao Dingguang overcame the calamity and condensed the pill, which coincided with the beginning of a new round of land expansion war. Because Taiwu Mountain was far from meeting the needs of the family's development.

Zhao Xuanjing sighed inwardly, feeling deeply worried about the future of his family.

At the same time, he couldn't help but recall Zhao Xuanjing eight hundred years ago. How honest and honest he was at that time, how could he be as sinister and foul-mouthed as he is now.

"Ancestor, just tell me what you have told me, why bother beating around the bush? How dare I not listen to your instructions?" Zhao Sheng spread his hands after hearing this and said bluntly.

From the death of Zhao Sheng in the fourth life, to the death of the fifth life, until today, time has passed like water, and more than seven hundred years have passed.

The importance of the Foundation Building Pill goes without saying.

After not seeing each other for eight hundred years, Zhao Xuanjing has now reached the Golden Elixir Dzogchen level. Due to the completion of the Xuanhuang Battle Body, his body size has soared to two feet three to four feet. The whole body is huge but not bloated. The muscles all over the body are bulging. The jade-yellow skin looks like it is made of bronze. At a glance, he looks like the reincarnation of a giant spirit god.

Although Zhao Xuanjing is nearly a thousand years old, his Qi and blood are ten times stronger than Zhao Sheng's. He is as hot and powerful as the sun. When he gets close to three feet, he can feel the scorching waves of fire rolling towards his face, almost hurting him.

At such a young age, he has already reached the perfection level of Qi Refining, and even the foundation building level may not be a problem for him.

After Zhao Xuanjing laughed and scolded him, he ordered: "Didn't you say you can beat ten of them one by one? Have you seen the eight below? I'll teach them a lesson tonight. I don't have much strength, and my tail is almost up to the sky." ”

Upon hearing this, Zhao Sheng became serious and looked down at the dojo. A five-color divine light appeared deep in his eyes.