Do not die

After returning to Linya Cave Mansion, Meng Zhou went straight into the quiet room and began to practice the "Unbounded Sword Domain".

In the next few days, Meng Zhou did not go out again and stayed in the cave.

The next day, April 21, something else happened.

When Yao Gu and others, together with President Pan and others, were visiting an area of ​​Qingxuan Sect, they met another group of monks who were also touring under the guidance of the Qingxuan Sect's inner sect guide.

Seeing the other party's overly arrogant momentum from a distance, they wanted to avoid it, but the other party took the initiative to look for him.

After the two parties started talking, they realized that this was a monk from the Alchemy Sect who had just arrived.

Although there was no direct conflict between the two parties, their words and momentum were somewhat suppressed.

This made Yao Gu and others feel quite depressed, and they immediately decided not to wander around anymore and came back directly.

For the next few days, they never went out again until Jingyun came to pick them up by boat.

Not only Yao Gu, Chairman Pan and others are like this, but Cao Lie, Song Yang and others are also like this.

When the other four sect monks arrived and traveled around the Qingxuan Sect, they had an inexplicable sense of malice and ridicule towards these new casual cultivators.

It was not like looking at the same kind of people in the same realm, but rather like looking at a group of monkeys who suddenly put on decent clothes.

They may feel this way from the bottom of their hearts, or they may do it deliberately to stimulate them.

In any case, their attitude really hurt Cao Lie, Song Yang and others.

If you can't afford to offend me, I can afford to hide.

Then they decided not to continue the tour and returned to the cave respectively, waiting for the arrival of the celebration day.

…

The day of the celebration.

April 24th, early morning.

Meng Zhou and others packed up everything, took all their personal belongings from the cave where they had lived for more than ten days, and walked out of the cave.

Outside the cave, Jing Yun was waiting in a spaceship.

After everyone boarded the ship, the spaceship quickly left this place and headed towards the top of Qingxuan Peak.

Before the spacecraft took off and flew away, everyone looked in the direction of Linya Cave.

After leaving this time, they will not come back again.

According to Jing Yun's instructions in advance, he would send them back directly after the celebration.

No one had any objections to this, and many monks even felt like they were returning home.

Although these days in Qingxuanzong have given them a lot of shock, everyone knows that this is not their home, and everyone is just a guest, or a guest who is not worthy of being on the stage, similar to Bang Xianqing guest.

Along the way, everyone was silent.

It wasn't until Qingxuan Peak was in sight that Jing Yun motioned for everyone to look down.

Everyone looked towards the foot of Qingxuan Peak Mountain and saw a huge building complex and a huge square, where many people were gathering.

Even though everyone could only see the slow movement of the crowd from a distance, they could fully imagine how lively it was at this moment.

Jing Yun said that almost all the Qingxuan Sect disciples would gather here and hold a grand celebration.

In the minds of most monks, this is the home of the celebration. As for the top of Qingxuan Peak, it is just a place where the lord, hall master, and other high-ranking figures entertain the most distinguished guests.

When these were introduced, the spacecraft had already begun to rise rapidly. After passing through layers of thick white clouds and fog, the spacecraft stopped at the edge of the large square on the top of Qingxuan Peak.

Before the spacecraft arrived at the top of Qingxuan Peak, Meng Zhou felt something in his heart and glanced somewhere in the Gangfeng Layer.

However, seeing that no one else was interested, he withdrew his gaze and focused on the grand square at the top of the mountain like everyone else.

The huge and empty square that I saw when I went to the banquet a few days ago has already gathered a lot of people.

And the distribution of the crowd is very clear.

In the direction of the main square with its back to the central hall, there are monks from the Qingxuan Sect. There are three people sitting in the front, and the one sitting on the right is the deacon hall master Xuan Lin who entertained them that day.

It is not difficult to guess the identities of the other two people sitting with him. I think the one in the middle is the Qingxuan Sect Master, and the one sitting on the left should be the Law Enforcement Hall Master.

What is surprising is that the head of the Law Enforcement Hall, one of the three giants of Qingxuan, is actually a female cultivator with a body that is so hot that it is about to burst.

On the left and right sides of the Qingxuanzong team, there are two teams gathered on each side. Although the number of each team is much smaller than that of the Qingxuanzong team, their momentum is not weak at all.

These five distinct teams surround the large square in the middle. The positions of the five directions are just like the five vertices of an equilateral pentagon.

Without looking carefully, everyone knew that apart from the Qingxuan Sect, the other four parties were guests from the Alchemy Sect, the Jinding Sect, the Yuling Sect, and the Hehuan Sect.

All the big guys were present, but a group of little shrimps had not yet taken their positions. Not only did Cao Lie, Song Yang and others hold their breath, but Jing Yun, who was leading the team, also started to trot lightly.

It looked like a student who had just sneaked to the door of the classroom after the class had officially started. While silently muttering "You can't see me" in his heart, he bent down and lowered his head, rushing to his seat with reckless energy.

The only thing that made everyone feel at ease was that the place where they disembarked from the spaceship was at the edge of the square, and they did not need to pass through the center of the square that was surrounded by everyone.

Moreover, the monks from all sides did not pay much attention to the arrival of their group. Except for one or two monks who glanced here curiously, the others turned a blind eye.

Jing Yun led Meng Zhou and others directly to Qingxuan Sect's team.

Although this made some monks instinctively feel inappropriate, the situation at this moment required them to break away from the Qingxuan Sect's team and go outside to form their own pole, but no one had the heart and courage.

After finding a seat and sitting down, Jingyun breathed a long sigh of relief.

He asked a monk next to him in a low voice: "Brother, why did you start so early? Is it at least an hour earlier than the original time?"

The monk helplessly whispered:

“We thought about it too, but the four of them arrived almost at the same time, as if they had made an appointment.

A barbarian from the Jinding Sect said that since everyone was here, let's stop inking, so we started directly. "

Jing Yun nodded and didn't ask any more questions. He straightened his waist and looked towards the center of the empty square.

Although Meng Zhou and others next to him were very surprised, seeing this situation, they also put their doubts in their stomachs and mingled with the crowd and watched quietly.

Regarding the celebration, everyone still has some understanding.

Of course, the Qingxuan Sect's cards are displayed here, so the scale will naturally be larger and the grade will be higher. These are all conceivable.

Some people are even thinking that they might be able to take the opportunity to listen to the sermons of several senior practitioners.

But the current situation was obviously not what they expected.

The tense atmosphere at the scene almost turned into reality, and there was nothing festive about what a celebration should be.

Moreover, there are no decorations.

Anyway, it’s strange no matter how you look at it.

Everyone was wondering when they suddenly saw someone looking up at the sky somewhere to the side.

More and more monks looked towards the sky.

In the sky, which is only a few miles away from the top of Qingxuan Peak, is the Gangfeng layer that is always roaring and roaring year after year.

At this moment, in the area that everyone was looking at, the strong wind that was blowing regularly showed strange disturbances.

Soon, the scope of disturbance became larger and larger.

Then, a scene that stunned Cao Lie, Song Yang and others appeared.

A figure flew out of the Gangfeng layer with blood all over his body. Judging from his posture, it was clear that he had been blasted out by someone.

And not long after this figure covered in blood was blasted out of the Gangfeng layer, another burly figure over three meters tall quickly pursued him.

When he came to the figure covered in blood, he raised his leg and kicked him without any hesitation.

"boom!"

There was a loud noise, and the bloody figure appeared in the sky above the square like a cannonball being discharged.

Then, there was a loud "bang" sound, hitting the smooth ground in the center of the square.

After the last kick, the figure in the sky seemed to have exhausted all his energy, and his whole body shriveled up visibly.

"Yuan Gang!"

Meng Zhou squinted his eyes and looked at it, but Cao Lie next to him couldn't help but let out a soft breath.

After saying the name, he glanced at Meng Zhou subconsciously.

After all, not long ago, this person had met "Ge Yaoshi" who also practiced both Dharma and Body at a banquet.

At that time, this person gave them the impression that he was steady and straightforward, but now, this Yuan Gang was like an unsealed fierce tiger, full of evil aura and fierce power.

Yuan Gang returned to normal size and slowly flew back to the square, landing next to his opponent who was still lying on the ground, twitching and vomiting blood.

This man has a bald head, and judging from his appearance and figure, he is somewhat more fierce and burly than Yuan Gang.

Yuan Gang, who was covered in blood, leaned over and looked at him. The bald man, who was in much worse condition than him, looked at him unwillingly. The two stared at each other for a long time.

Yuan Gang then stretched out his hand, "helped" the other person up from the ground, patted him heavily on the shoulder, grinned and said: "Brother Dao, I accept it!"

The bald man who was already coughing up blood spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Yuan Gang was suddenly startled and asked with concern: "Brother Dao, are you okay? Can you walk back? Do you want me to help you?"

The bald man was aroused by these words, and there seemed to be an extra force in his body. He forcibly broke away from Yuan Gang's "embrace" and looked at Yuan Gang fiercely:

"Don't be complacent, I will greet you well next time!"

Yuan Gang had a winner's smile on his face and said in a gentle tone: "I'm waiting!"

The bald man's lips trembled, and he nodded to Yuan Gang, and then moved back to the Jinding Sect's team little by little.

Before entering his own team, the bald man looked at the incomprehensible eyes of his fellow disciples and said with shame:

"I...I have embarrassed Jinding Sect!"

Before anyone else said anything, a bald old man sitting at the front glanced at him who was in a state of embarrassment. Instead of comforting him, he spit on him and cursed:

"It's really embarrassing for you. You actually lost to a monk who cultivates both body and law... Why are you standing there in a daze? Why don't you get out of here!"

The bald man paused for a moment, then slowly moved back to his position.

In stark contrast to the return of the bald man, Yuan Gang's return was warmly cheered by a group of Qingxuan sect members, including Jing Yun and others.

On his return he received a hero's reception.

When Yuan Gang sat down and began to close his eyes and adjust his breathing, another monk of the Yuan generation, who was also a familiar face. It was Yuan Feng who had taught Cao Lie at the banquet that day. He strode out of the crowd and came to the center of the square to greet the visitor. Guests from all over gathered their hands and said:

"Thank you all for coming to attend the 90th anniversary of Qingxuan Sect. Yuanfeng is here to salute you all!"

As soon as he finished greetings, a young monk with similar appearance and age jumped out of the Alchemy Sect camp. He looked directly at Yuanfeng and said unceremoniously:

"Stop talking nonsense, I'll entertain you this time!"

In an instant, he seemed to transform into a giant sword, exuding a sharp and unparalleled sword intent, slashing straight at Yuan Feng opposite him.

And the moment he changed his face, Yuanfeng, who had been polite just a moment ago, suddenly shone brightly around him.

It was as if a crimson sun was rising above his head.

Compared to the trial with Cao Lie at the banquet that day, it was only form but not substance.

At this moment, the red sun rising above his head was carrying a terrifyingly high temperature.

And this high temperature quickly converged into a huge flaming blade, which faced the incomparable sword intent that was coming towards the head.

"boom--"

The unparalleled sword intent collided with the flaming blade. The sword energy shot out and the hot flames dissipated, spreading uncontrollably in all directions of the square.

However, after these powers came into contact with the bald old man at the head of the Jinding Sect, the three giants of the Qingxuan Sect, and other leaders of the sect, they were like water hitting a rock.

The rocks remained motionless and the water flowed away automatically.

The monk from the Alchemy Sect opened his mouth and spit out a white ball.

As the white ball hit Yuan Feng, it quickly turned into a flying sword.

The process of change was extremely rapid, but everyone could see it clearly.

It's like a curled up sleeping creature slowly waking up, stretching its body, and stretching its back.

Behind Yuan Feng, the little sun that looked like a red sun turned into a golden ring and faced the flying sword that was approaching flexibly.

"when!"

After a crisp impact, the golden ring bounced back into Yuanfeng's hand. Yuanfeng looked down and saw a thin sword mark on the ring.

He was immediately startled, "My destiny is Flying Sword?"

Without waiting for further pressure from the other side, he immediately jumped out of the square and shouted: "You can't do anything here, but you dare to go up there and play!"

Saying that, without missing a moment, he escaped directly into the strong wind layer above.

The young man surrounded by flying swords snorted coldly, and his figure was like a flying sword, rising from the ground in an instant and piercing directly into the Gangfeng layer.

Seeing that these two people disappeared again, everyone who was originally nervously paying attention to the battle situation in the field withdrew their gaze.

Because of the characteristics of the Gangfeng layer, it has a strong shielding effect on the spiritual consciousness exploration of monks in the early stages of pill formation.

Even for monks in the middle stage of pill formation, unless they are in the Gangfeng layer like the two warring parties, and their energy is intertwined with each other, otherwise, they will be easily disturbed by the Gangfeng layer, and they will not be able to see clearly at all.

In this case, everyone simply stopped paying attention and just waited for the results.

Of course, with the three giants of Qingxuan Sect and the leaders of each sect paying attention, no one will be too worried about the battle that takes place in the Gangfeng layer.

No one would be stupid enough to cheat at this time.

…

"Fellow Taoist Jingyun, is this some special ceremony before the official celebration?"

Song Yang asked the doubts in the minds of all the casual cultivators.

Since arriving at the Qingxuan Peak Square just now, the scenes that have happened one after another have rushed into everyone's mind.

Although there were many doubts in his heart, seeing that Jing Yun and others were looking solemn and solemn at that time, they did not dare to disturb them.

At this moment, seeing Jing Yun and others looking relaxed, Song Yang, who had almost become the default "foreign affairs representative", quickly asked everyone's doubts.

"What special ceremony? Aren't we holding a celebration?" Jing Yun said.

"Is this a celebration?" Song Yang was stunned.

"Well, this is a celebration." Jing Yun nodded seriously.

"..."

Jing Yun saw the confusion in everyone's hearts and took the initiative to explain more.

Based on some of the information they had, Meng Zhou and others finally had some understanding of the situation in front of them.

There are five sects, Qingxuan, Jinding, Danqi, Hehuan, and Yuling. Since the founding of the five sects, there have been frequent contacts between the five sects.

The relationship between the five sects is also quite subtle.

They are neither staunch allies who can rely on each other for life or death, nor can they even be regarded as true trust.

But because of the special bond of Xingxiu Palace, they were tied to each other tightly, either actively or passively.

It was like five thieves who sneaked in when a wealthy household's defenses were lax, stole valuable treasures, and all made huge gains.

They discovered each other, were wary of each other, and were wary of each other. However, because everyone's weapons were similar in power, they could not do anything to each other, thus forming a confrontation situation that was tense on the inside but calm on the outside.

But after all, this is not a long-term solution. Everyone has gained a huge treasure, and they don't want to waste time on this kind of glaring at each other.

This makes no sense.

Therefore, after deliberation, the five thieves reached a covenant that was beneficial to and binding on all parties.

This gives all parties time to slow down their development. While trying to digest the huge harvest, each thief is also very guilty, fearing that one day the rich will come to kill him.

The most correct way is, of course, to tie everyone together tightly.

No matter who shows signs of wanting to leave alone, without any words, the other parties will take action to drag the other party back.

Even if it turns out later that the person did not have such thoughts and that the other person was simply overreacting and it was just a misunderstanding, everyone will do the same thing.

And as a victim of a certain misunderstanding, as long as I seize the opportunity next time, I will definitely pay it back even harder.

So, everyone used the rope to tie me up, and I tied you up with the rope. We were all tied together tightly, and no one could escape.

From now on, no one can escape from the possible revenge of the wealthy family and must face it together.

This is the foundation of the alliance between the five sects.

On the one hand, whenever there is a major event, all parties will inevitably move around frequently.

After all, if you want to pay attention to the dynamics of all parties at all times, there is nothing more appropriate than going to your door to verify it in person.

On the surface, they are all very affectionate, uncles, uncles, brothers, sisters and so on.

On the other hand, everyone has no real desire to be close to each other.

The core members of each sect, from top to bottom, are well aware of this.

For example, this time the visitors from the four sects ran around in the Qingxuan Sect as soon as they arrived, and even inflicted mental blows on Cao Lie, Song Yang and other guests who were also invited, without any awareness of being guests.

Because they were not originally guests of Qingxuanzong, their purpose was to understand the current development of Qingxuanzong and to test the quality of these casual cultivators who grew up under the support of Qingxuanzong.

They didn't even make any attempt to hide it.

Qingxuanzong was naturally aware of this, because they would do the same thing when visiting other sects.

No matter what the name of the gathering is, it will ultimately focus on one thing, and that is to show off each other's disciples.

There is nothing better than allowing disciples from both sides to engage in a fierce and evenly matched fight to test each other's strength.

After all, others can pretend to be fake, but Dao cultivation cannot.

By fighting back and forth like this, wouldn't everyone be able to show their true fire and "feelings"?

As a result, everyone became more and more cruel and direct, and would not stop until one party was beaten half to death.

Some people have also worried that this will cause problems, because the rescue is not enough, or the attack is too calculated, and there are many examples of casualties.

But this kind of collision did not stop, because within the five sects, the old guys on the same level as the Qingxuan Five Elders were extremely supportive of this activity.

"This is a good way to keep our sons' blood alive."

It has evolved to this day and has formed a set of default rules.

No matter what the celebration party is, all other red tape and energy saving are omitted, and the only purpose of the party is to "fight".

Moreover, he was also the organizer of the celebration and was fighting with guests from four other parties at the same time.

Xiaoqing has a small fight, Daqing has a big fight.

There are the most Xiaoqings, and the most common one is the Danjie celebration. Battles basically only happen between newly promoted Danjie and foundation-building monks.

The higher-level ones are celebrations of the tenth anniversary of the sect's birth, the centenary birthday of the sect's top leaders, and so on.

No matter how high it is, there are only large-scale celebrations such as the centenary of the sect's birth.

The larger the celebration, the more "guests" will be invited to the party, and the greater the pressure the host family will have to bear.

This cannot be done by just three or five facades, but requires a talent echelon with sufficient depth and thickness to be able to cope with the huge number of "guests."

"If you are brave enough, do Daqing!"

After understanding the true nature of this celebration, Cao Lie, Song Yang and others all looked at each other in shock.

Meng Zhou recalled what Xuanyuanzi reminded everyone in Sanchuan Yuan a long time ago. The senior officials of Qingxuan Sect temporarily regarded the ninety-year celebration of Qingxuan Sect as its centenary celebration, so they wanted to recall the monks sent out to the sect in advance.

Meng Zhou and others didn't think too much about it at the time. Now that they understand the true nature of the celebration, they finally wake up belatedly.

"This is a pre-war training session!"

Of course, Jing Yun's words to them were much more subtle, and he didn't speak so thoroughly.

These were perfected by Meng Zhou and others based on his introduction and some information they had learned.

After briefly introducing the situation to Meng Zhou and others, Jing Yun looked up at the sky above his head, with a trace of worry on his face.

He wanted to find someone to analyze it, looked around, and remembered some comments made by Master Xuanlin about "Ge Yaoshi" after the banquet that day, so he quietly moved his buttocks and sat closer to Meng Zhou.

Meng Zhou looked at him with some confusion.

Jing Yun asked in a low voice: "Fellow Daoist Ge, who do you think has a higher chance of winning, Master Yuanfeng or the Alchemy Sect?"

Hearing this, Meng Zhou looked at his face and asked, "Are you worried that your uncle Yuanfeng will be defeated?"

Jing Yun's expression became more gloomy, but he still nodded and said:

"In the past few years, all monks from the Alchemy Sect who hold natal magic weapons and natal magic weapons, no matter which sect they fight against, have a winning rate of over 80% in fights at the same level."

Meng Zhou said: "Then there is still a 20% chance."

Jing Yun shook his head and said: "The remaining 20% ​​will end in a draw."

He said it calmly, but Meng Zhou could imagine that this "draw" should be similar to "die together".

Seeing how pessimistic he was about the outcome of this battle, Meng Zhou couldn't help but whisper:

"Fellow Daoist Yuanfeng took the initiative to enter the Gangfeng layer, is it really because the place cannot be used?"

Jing Yun was stunned and quickly asked: "Does Uncle Master have a special intention?"

Jing Yun looked at Meng Zhou with eyes full of expectation, but Meng Zhou shook his head and said:

"That's just my guess. I think only fellow Taoist Yuanfeng knows the specific purpose."

Not getting an answer, Jingyun frowned and thought hard.

At this moment, many monks suddenly raised their heads and looked at a certain area above their heads.

I saw that a fiery red sun seemed to have set in the fast-flowing wind.

And the fiery red color quickly spread to the surrounding area.

Soon, the Gangfeng layer above the main square was dyed red with a layer of red flames, as if the sky was on fire.

"The wind helps the fire, and the fire takes advantage of the power of the wind."

Meng Zhou, who was also watching the changes in the sky, thought in his heart.

Meng Zhou discovered that even without the help of the transparent moon mirror, the sensitivity of his spiritual consciousness was far higher than that of monks at the same level.

The strength of his soul may have been limited by his cultivation level, but the sensitivity of his consciousness has far exceeded the level expected of a monk in the early stages of pill formation.

Previously, while still on the spaceship, Meng Zhou noticed something strange in the Gangfeng layer.

However, seeing that no one responded, he didn't show it.

Just now, when Jingyun asked for his opinion, he also discovered some clues. Coupled with his own insights on the practice, he had basically confirmed Yuanfeng's real plan for entering the Gangfeng layer.

And in that scene that was like burning the sky, a figure fell from the Gangfeng layer.

It was an almost charred body.

And above this body stood Yuanfeng, who was in ragged clothes and riddled with holes.

Seeing this scene, the Qingxuan Sect disciples cheered loudly again.

Jingyun, who was originally full of worry, jumped up with excitement, opened his mouth wide, and roared loudly and meaninglessly in the direction of the Alchemy Sect, but it seemed to have infinite meaning.

Yuan Feng stepped on the Alchemy Sect monk and fell quickly, but he was unable to step on him into the ground of the square.

The leading monk of the Alchemy Sect frowned, reached out and flicked his sleeves, and rolled his almost burned disciple to his side. A dark green jade bottle appeared in his hand, from which a few drops of spiritual liquid were poured out, and poured into the opponent's body. In the nostrils.

Although there was a long distance between them, Meng Zhou immediately made a judgment in his mind based on his unusual sensitivity to life and his familiarity with living creatures such as the White Lotus Spirit Essence.

"This should be a spiritual object with similar effects to the dew of life."

After receiving a few drops of spiritual liquid, the almost-scorched monk's qi that seemed to be non-existent and seemed to be dissipated at any time quickly stabilized.

Yuanfeng, who returned from the victory, was in a very bad condition as well. He almost fell to the ground without even being able to support himself back to his position.

Xuan Lin stretched out his hand to grab him, and made several false grabs on his body. Each time, the extremely sharp sword energy hidden deeply in Yuan Feng's body was pulled out.

While both sides were dealing with their wounded, the square did not quiet down.

A foundation-building monk from the Alchemy Sect jumped out, raised his hands to the Qingxuan Sect and said, "I wonder which fellow Taoist is willing to give me some advice!"

Soon, a Qingxuan Sect Foundation Builder with a cultivation level comparable to his jumped out.

The two soon began a fierce attack and defense.

Neither side's cultivation is strong enough to enter the Gangfeng layer, so they can only fight in the large square and in the airspace between the Gangfeng layer.

Although the Qingxuan Sect's foundation-building methods were equally impressive, the situation was one-sided in favor of the Alchemy Sect monks.

He controlled a flying sword of his own, forcing his opponent into a desperate situation little by little. He clearly had the absolute upper hand, but he did not end the battle, but blocked all the space his opponent could move.

The Qingxuanzong monk naturally understood that he was bound to lose this battle, but he persisted and refused to give up.

Finally, it was not until the man's mana, physical strength, spiritual power, and mental strength were all exhausted and he collapsed on the ground like a dead dog that the disciples of the Alchemy Sect took back the flying sword.

After politely cupping his fists and handing over to the Qingxuanzong monk who was watching him, he returned to his position. His posture was indescribably cool and calm.

What greeted him was the cheers of the guests of the Alchemy Sect.

Immediately afterwards, a monk from the Soul-Controlling Sect in the early stage of forming pills jumped out again, and he released three spirit puppets that looked exactly like him. They stood in a square position with him, and each of the three spirit puppets moved toward the Qingxuan Sect at the same time. Hold your fists and cup your hands.

"Provocation, this guy is definitely provoking!"

Meng Zhou heard Jing Yun muttering softly beside him. The next moment, he found that the place beside him was empty. Jing Yun, who was still sitting next to him, had appeared in the square.

After a long time, Jing Yun, covered in blood, returned to his position amidst the heroic cheers of his fellow disciples around him.

Because both of them were in the early stage of pill formation and did not dare to rashly lead the battle into the Gangfeng layer, everyone could see the entire battle clearly.

In terms of viewing pleasure alone, it is more exciting than the mid-stage battles of Yuanfeng and Yuangang.

They brought the battle to the Gangfeng layer at every turn, and everyone couldn't see it clearly. They could only see one result.

On the other side, there was no visible injury on his body, but the unconscious Jiedan of the Yuling Sect was being carried back to the team of the Yuling Sect by three spirit puppets that looked exactly like him.

Looking at it, it looks a bit weird and funny.

At this moment, several more fierce battles had passed in the field, and Jing Yun finally regained his composure.

Seeing his eager look, Meng Zhou praised him at the right time: "Brother Jingyun is so capable!"

Jing Yun chuckled and said, "It was a coincidence. Otherwise, I would probably be the one lying down."

Meng Zhou shook his head and said: "In such a life-and-death fight, there is no coincidence, only victory and defeat."

Jing Yun was obviously very impressed by his words, but he still made some self-criticism.

Meng Zhou nodded in his mind, not getting carried away by this victory, and being able to clearly understand his own shortcomings, which was very commendable.

In the battle with the Spirit Controller just now, Jing Yun did take a trick.

However, strictly speaking, it cannot be said to be a trick, but to take advantage of the opponent's inherent weaknesses.

At the beginning, Jingyun was the one at the bottom in a four-on-one battle.

Although the fighting ability of the Spirit Controlling Sect monks is worse than Jing Yun's, the strength of each spirit puppet is also worse than Jing Yun's.

But after the four-in-one, Jingyun was completely crushed.

Not to mention that the three spirit puppets were used as three moving defensive formations. Any of his regular attacks would either be dodged or eaten by the spirit puppets, which would not threaten the spirit controller at all.

Jingyun, who had no choice but to bite the turtle, gave up his plan to force a breakthrough and instead began to deal patiently with the opponent.

The spirit master in the early stage of pill formation had to take care of himself and the battle of three spirit puppets at the same time. His mental exertion far exceeded that of Jing Yun. He was about to be dragged down step by step. The other party was eager and seemed to want to fight. It was risky, but this was the opportunity Jing Yun was waiting for.

Taking advantage of the other party's impatience and the obvious flaw in the Sea of ​​Consciousness soul, a "shot into the soul" came.

If the other party didn't have some soul-protecting means, he wouldn't be simply in a coma now, but his soul would be seriously injured and his foundation would be damaged.

Soldiers against soldiers, against generals.

The peak of Foundation Establishment versus the peak of Foundation Establishment, the early stage of Pill Formation versus the early stage of Pill Formation, and the middle stage of Pill Formation versus the middle stage of Pill Formation.

One fight after another, one fight after another.

When the day passes, it becomes night, and when night comes to an end, it becomes a new day.

The cycle goes back and forth.

April 24, April 25, April 26, 27...

The mentality of Meng Zhou and others has changed from the initial shock to calmness, and then to numbness.

In fact, there was even a little bit of impatience in the end, and the mentality was like a school meeting, looking forward to the leader's speech ending soon, but the momentum of the five monks, including the Qingxuan Sect monks, did not weaken at all, and still maintained the momentum. The initial high spirits and tenacity.

Meng Zhou understood clearly in his heart that this was not only a contest of strength, but also a tempering of character.

This is already a "daily life" for the disciples of the Five Sects.

This is how they've always come.

Meng Zhou couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Like many monks, he has always had a "misunderstanding" of the disciples of the five sects, including Qingxuan Sect, believing that compared to the casual cultivators who have gone through various hardships and tempers, they are just a group of children who grew up in a honeypot. .

Now it seems that I am superficial.

In this way, they use each other as whetstones to hone their children to the extreme.

It inspires the ferocity and bloody nature deep in their bones.

Meng Zhou thought of the animal world he had seen. Those ligers and tiger cubs started hunting by biting each other, which was euphemistically called "playing".

In this "play", they have actually learned all the skills needed to hunt. The only thing they lack is that they are not strong enough and have not fully grown up.

"This is a group of liger cubs that are ready for a real life-and-death fight at any time."

Meng Zhou sighed in his heart.

Grinding teeth, grinding claws, grinding heart, grinding...

As for the reason for such sharpening of the sword, it seems that there is no second answer except Xingxiu Palace.

I don’t know if other people also realized something, but their impatience disappeared and everyone fell silent.

April 29, afternoon.

At the end of the last battle, when facing the "guests" from all directions, Qingxuanzong handed over a 60% winning rate after taking all the battles into consideration.

It seems that no one is very satisfied with this.

After the last battle, the leaders of the four sects left the Qingxuan Peak with their respective disciples with gloomy faces, without staying for a moment longer.

The Qingxuan Sect Leader, who had been sitting motionless for several days like a sculpture, finally stood up, faced a group of Qingxuan monks, and said in a deep voice:

"I hope you can perform better in ten years!"

After simply saying this, he glanced at Meng Zhou and the others, nodded slightly, and disappeared like a bubble in the sun, without knowing where to go.

"Let's go, I'll take you back." Jing Yun said to Meng Zhou and others.

After everyone boarded the spacecraft, the spacecraft quickly took off, submerged into the Gangfeng layer, and quickly moved away from Qingxuanzong.

On the way back, everyone stood on the deck, very silent, even a little uninterested.

When we came, everyone was a little eager to try it.

There is a sense of arrogance that "I can be considered a guest today, and I can barely be considered a person".

But now, everyone's mentality is like that of being beaten on an anvil a thousand times and never getting back.

Moreover, there is not a single stupid person present.

Everyone has a vague feeling that there must be a deeper reason for the five sects to do this unanimously.

It is for this reason itself that some people already have some vague ideas in their minds.

Meng Zhou was not the only one who had glimpsed clues from some clues.

The spacecraft stopped at Jade Lake. When it took off again, the deck was much quieter.

Song Yang, who had been holding back for a while, finally couldn't help but ask: "Fellow Taoist Jingyun, is this the Xingxiu Palace?"

Jing Yun was stunned when he heard this, shook his head and smiled:

"Don't think too much about it. Random guesses about things that don't exist will only mess up your own state of mind."

Everyone's hearts were about to drop, but Jing Yun said again: "However, what should come will eventually come."

brush--

The different faces all turned white.

Jing Yun didn't say anything more, and no one asked any more questions. The spaceship just returned to Sanchuan Yuan in silence.

When Meng Zhou and others stepped on the land of Sanchuan Plateau again, Jingyun took off in the spaceship and flew away. It was still evening, and it seemed that not long had passed since they left the top of Qingxuan Peak.

Meng Zhou bowed his hands to the others and was about to return to his cave. Song Yang hurriedly said: "Fellow Daoist Ge."

Meng Zhou turned to look at him, and the other monks who had not left were looking at him.

"Tell me, what is the real purpose of Qingxuanzong's invitation to us this time?" Song Yang asked.

Meng Zhou's eyes flashed across the faces full of doubts and worries, and he shook his head gently and said:

"What can you do if you think about it so much and you just figured it out? Will you leave Sanchuan Yuan because of this?"

Of course it's impossible!

Meng Zhou saw the answer on everyone's faces, spread his hands, and said, "That's enough? Let's practice hard!"

After saying these words, he didn't stay any longer and went straight back to his cave. (End of chapter)