Cultivation of Immortality Begins from the Red Mansion

"Hmph! Although I have never thought about winning any ranking in the arena, if anyone underestimates me, the monk from Southern Xinjiang, he will come down to eat a certain sword."

The red-haired man looked around the square and roared loudly.

At this time, the young man in yellow pulled out a white jade flute from nowhere, held it in his hand and pointed it forward: "Who looks down on us from southern Xinjiang? This young master, with his jade tree facing the wind, is so chic and suave, how does he look like a barbarian? ?”

Seeing that, the red-haired man was very angry and said loudly: "Bah! How can there be a pretty boy like you in southern Xinjiang? Take a certain sword."

The figure flashed ten miles away and appeared more than ten feet in front of the young man in yellow. The broad sword clenched in both hands slashed forward.

The young man in yellow was shocked when he saw this. At this time, it was too late to fly back, so he held the white jade flute in his right hand and stepped forward, making a bang! A sound.

The white jade flute just blocked it casually. How could it block such a violent blow from the powerful and heavy broad sword? It tilted forward, wiping the broad sword blade and sending out white sparks of light, and the sound of squeaking was endless.

At this moment, the broad sword swept the white jade flute aside, and was about to strike at the young man in yellow behind him.

At this moment, the young man's figure flashed and flew back more than ten feet.

The red-haired man flew after him and swung out his sword again.

But at this moment, the young man in yellow was already on guard and retreated a few miles away.

"It's so boring. Why do you always run away?"

"If I don't run, are I waiting to be chopped down by you?"

The red-haired man flew up again, and the two of them ran away like each other.

Ji Lingyu looked at it and shook his head. What was going on? The red-haired man just launched his escape technique and dodged forward.

He thought that the opponent had practiced earth-based sword arts like Huang Yuanfeng and had deep spiritual power. It turned out that it was just a superficial image with no spiritual power to support it, so he could not use the escape technique again to catch up with the young man in yellow.

This puts him at a disadvantage. His broad sword cannot stagnate in space when it strikes down. How can it not be dodged by the opponent?

The Seventh Young Master smiled faintly at this time and said: "The land of Southern Border actually belongs to the area of ​​100,000 Mountain Monster Clan. Humans and monsters live together in many sects with varying strengths. These thirty-six holes are occupied by thirty-six Yuanying monks. In a remote and barren fairy mountain land, most of them are early Yuanying monks, and they can live happily and comfortably in a group. "

Ji Lingyu was too lazy to pay attention to the changes in the field and looked up at her.

"The Master of the Seventh Palace is from the Phoenix Clan. He must know a lot about Yunzhou, Southern Border, and Shiwandashan. Can you tell me what sects there are so that I can deal with them later when the situation ends."

The Lord of the Seventh Palace, Feng Xiwu, glared at Ji Lingyu with her beautiful eyes, seeming to blame him for calling her such a random name. Now she is dressed in white and dressed like a young lady.

Ji Lingyu secretly cursed: "Can you blame me for this? Whose young master has a white veil on his face? Who doesn't know that you are a beauty with your graceful figure, slim curves, and high and vigorous breasts?"

But he just looked at her with a faint smile. He didn't dare to say these words, lest he make the beauty unhappy.

At this time, the Lord of the Seventh Palace coughed, put away the white jade fan in his hand, and said with a solemn expression: "The surrounding areas of the Hundred Thousand Mountains are filled with weak demon clans, and there is nothing to say about the wild land in southern Xinjiang. Yunzhou is vast and boundless , there are countless immortal mountains and spiritual places, which are holy places for cultivation.”

"The righteous path is headed by Tianyi Yiyi, known as the number one immortal sect in the mainland of China. There are monks who practice various techniques, but most of them are orthodox in Taoism, and their swordsmanship is also unparalleled in the world."

"As for other righteous paths, there is the Yuling Sect. This large sect that mainly focuses on beast control is not actually a traditional righteous path. It yearns for freedom and unrestraint, but it is quite compatible with the Demon Sect. Most of the disciples in the sect control various spirits. Beasts, Fellow Daoist Ji, just be careful of the Yuling Sect monks who have a lot of insect beasts.”

After a pause, he continued: "The demon sect is headed by the Hehuan Sect. The male monks of this sect are handsome and elegant, while the female ones are unparalleled in elegance. Most of the high-level monks have double monks, and they often have the same mind. If they practice the secret technique of combined attack, they can Challenging an opponent beyond a certain level should not be underestimated.”

"Then there is the Heavenly Ghost Sect. As a demon sect and a ghost sect, it is good at controlling corpses and controlling ghosts. It has powerful spiritual consciousness and weird and unpredictable methods. High-level monks rarely travel outside. It is extremely mysterious and I have never heard of it in the past. Said they would attend the Imperial City Conference.”

Ji Lingyu listened quietly, looking toward the south high platform with blood-red flames in his eyes.

I saw that there were all kinds of monks in strange attires crowded there, and there were even several monks in a square foot square on some high platforms. Many people simply stood in the air, and some huge spiritual beasts flew into the air and spread their wings, occupying a large area.

He couldn't help but shook his head, but he couldn't see anything.

After thinking for a moment, he said: "These great sects' talented monks haven't finished yet, and I don't know what will happen. I'll just wait and see. It doesn't matter if I wait until the last round."

The Lord of the Seventh Palace nodded slightly and said no more.

Mrs. Xiaoyao remained silent throughout the whole process, leaning lazily on the stone chair, her beautiful eyes slightly closed, her tall chest revealing a large area of ​​snow-white skin rising and falling slightly, and her breathing even. The white palace dress was layered with folds, and she didn't even tidy it up. She seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.

Ji Lingyu just glanced at it out of the corner of his eye, then didn't dare to look again. He straightened his body and looked at the square in front of him.

At this time, the situation on the court had changed drastically. The young man in yellow robe was leaping and dodging left and right, holding the white jade flute in both hands and starting to play.

Waves of crisp and subtle sounds echoed in the square with a radius of more than ten miles, and if the monks around the square did not listen carefully, they would hardly be able to hear it.

The red-haired man who was flying in hot pursuit in the field was panting. At this time, the broad sword was also held in one hand, and the red light on it was extremely dark.

"Boy! Can you stop bragging? Someone's head is about to burst. Let's have a good fight..."

Ji Lingyu stared at the gray transparent light curtain in the square in a daze.

"The gray light curtain surrounding the square blocks the detection of spiritual consciousness, but it is cleverly tight. The sound produced by this white jade flute seems to be able to disturb the mind. For a long time, the soul of a person with a weak mind will definitely collapse. In this way, this yellow The young man in Yi won without any suspense, but I’m afraid it will be difficult for him to do this next time.”

As expected, at this moment, the red-haired man flashed and launched his escape technique to fly forward. The young man in yellow approached the front and held a huge red sword in one hand and slashed forward, as if he wanted to slash the thin young man in front of him. Two halves.

But the young man in yellow was already on guard, and when he saw him using his escape technique, he dodged away.

A moment later, he appeared several miles away, holding a white jade flute in both hands and started playing again.

"That's it! This fight is boring. You little pretty boy, just have fun by yourself. You can go to a certain house!"

The red-haired man shot out of the gray restricted light curtain, and the broad red sword in his hand disappeared.