I just want to quietly cultivate a fairy [travel]

Bu Ziming stood on the high platform, looking very energetic.

Feng Yuanjiu's gaze was always on Bu Ziming, the corners of his mouth curled into a seemingly invisible arc, and the brilliance flowed in his charming eyes, full of boundless coldness.

Feng Yuanjiu stared at Bu Ziming, Bu Ziming naturally did not miss Feng Yuanjiu who was standing beside Meng Yan, only felt that Feng Yuanjiu was more and more fond of him after not seeing him for more than a year.

He was thinking about how to find an opportunity to take her back to the cave, and when he relieved his heart, he saw the corner of the beautiful woman's mouth suddenly raised, revealing an extremely cold smile, which was so charming.

It's not right for any occasion!

Bu Ziming, with a stomach full of male thieves and whores, accepted the envious gazes of his disciples with a dignified face.

Feng Yuanjiu could clearly see the filth hidden in Bu Ziming's eyes.

Therefore, after the succession ceremony was over, Feng Yuanjiu simply raised his sword and pointed at Bu Ziming before the masters of the temples left: "I want to take the seat, do you dare to fight?"

There was a moment of silence in the arena, and all the disciples and six audience members who watched the ceremony focused their attention on Bu Ziming and Feng Yuanjiu.

Bu Ziming narrowed his eyes slightly, and in full view of everyone, he looked stickily at Feng Yuanjiu from head to toe, with a half-smile: "Why don't you dare?"

Feng Yuanjiu was enraged by Bu Ziming's sight, resisting the urge to cut Bu Ziming into pieces with his sword, turned around and bowed to Meng Yan: "The disciple wants to take the seat, please allow the master to agree."

Bu Ziming also bowed and said: "Please allow the master to agree."

Meng Yan frowned slightly, nodded: "Yes."

Feng Yuanjiu saluted and thanked him, stepped on the flying shuttle to leave Meng Yan's chakra, floated in the air and confronted Bu Ziming on the high platform.

Meng Yan tilted his head slightly, and nodded slightly towards the Baili Temple Master sitting on the bare mountain and Pan Yuchen on the lakeside pavilion: "Please trouble Brother Baili and Brother Pan."

Pan Yuchen, the master of Mingde Temple, had nothing to say, and immediately flicked his sleeves. Following the surge of inspiration, a green arena with a height of one thousand feet and a radius of one hundred feet appeared in the square under his feet.

The disciples who were originally watching the ceremony in the square were moved to the stands around the ring before they had time to react.

The venue and spectators are all ready, waiting for the protagonist to appear on the stage.

The Master of Sitting and Baili Temple twitched his eyebrows, flicked his fingers, and flipped a page of life-and-death contract between the two: "If there is no objection, you two can start after signing the contract."

Feng Yuanjiu naturally had no objection, raised his hand to call for the contract of life-and-death battle, and was just about to imprint his Yuanshen imprint, when Bu Ziming chuckled lightly and said unhurriedly: "Wait a minute, junior brother, don't be in a hurry Sign the life and death contract."

Feng Yuanjiu looked at Bu Ziming, with undisguised sarcasm in his eyes: "Brother, you are afraid, do you want to go back on your word?"

Bu Ziming sneered, and said: "I just feel that the competition for the seat is meaningless if it doesn't win some prizes."

Feng Yuanjiu raised his eyebrows: "If senior brother wins, all my wealth will belong to senior brother, so why bother to decide on another lottery?"

Bu Ziming shook his head, stared at Feng Yuanjiu's face with piercing eyes, and said unhurriedly: "Junior brother knows that I have admired you for a long time, but I have never had a chance, so you and I have failed to achieve good things. See you today , Suddenly discovered that the junior brother has become a brother's heart barrier, and has the potential to transform into a heart demon."

Feng Yuanjiu's expression was cold, and the three-foot green peak hummed in his hand.

Bu Ziming smiled, and sighed leisurely: "If you don't understand this mental obstacle, it will definitely block Weixiong's way. Therefore, Weixiong can only wait for the face to ask for a lottery from the younger brother."

Feng Yuanjiu sneered: "The battle to win the seat is a battle of life and death, why should senior brother say that there is something or nothing to dirty people's ears!"

Bu Ziming shook his head: "I am too clear to be the number one Taoist sect in Kyushu, if I want to get rid of my brother's Dao body, I should ask my junior brother's approval before I am alive, otherwise I am no different from those lawless people in the Demon Sect? "

It's really the way of a decent disciple of the Taoist sect, all the filth can be crowned with grandeur, it's simply not a son of man!

Feng Yuanjiu frowned, and threw the life-and-death contract that had already been imprinted into the seal of Yuanshen towards Bu Ziming, pointing his sword at Bu Ziming: "If you want to fight, you can fight, where are you talking so much nonsense!"

Bu Ziming pinched the life-and-death contract, and said with a smile: "Since you have signed the contract, you have the right to accept it as your acquiescence. Brother, you can't ignore your Taoism in vain. If you win by luck, everything in the cave will be Everything belongs to you, and you have the right to win the lottery." After finishing speaking, he bowed his hands to the audience masters, "I would like to trouble the audience masters to be a witness for me and Junior Brother Feng." Common sense, the only prize in the battle for the seat is to win the seat The net worth carried by the disciple does not involve the resources in the other party's cave. At this time, Bu Ziming took the initiative to mention it, and Feng Yuanjiu naturally had no reason to refuse.

Feng Yuanjiu's eyebrows were cold: "I would like to trouble all the temple masters to be a witness."

The two protagonists in the contest for the seat had no objection, and the six viewers had nothing to do. Even Bu Ziming's grandiose demand for the Fengyuan Nine Dao Body, no one said anything wrong.

Feng Yuanjiu couldn't help but sneered in his heart, this is the way of ruthlessness!

Bu Ziming printed the seal of Yuanshen into the life and death contract, and the life and death contract turned into a stream of light and flew into the scroll of bamboo slips in the hands of Guanzhu Baili.

Two invisible mighty forces flew out from the bamboo slips, and went straight into the eyebrows of Bu Ziming and Feng Yuanjiu.

Bu Ziming and Feng Yuanjiu's heart trembled, knowing that the deed had already come into effect, they didn't delay any longer, and landed on the verdant ring on their respective shuttles.

Pan Yuchen flicked his sleeves, and a transparent barrier rose up on the verdant arena, covering Bu Ziming and Feng Yuanjiu within the arena.

The Lord of Baili raised his eyebrows: "In the battle for the seat, life and death are irrelevant. The winner will be honored, and the loser will die."

With the voice of vicissitudes of time, it floated and circled at the top of Wendao Peak, passed through the solid barrier, and floated onto the ring.

Feng Yuanjiu clasped his fists and raised his hands, making the gesture fully: "Senior brother, I offended you."

Bu Ziming is already at the ninth level of qi refining, even though Feng Yuanjiu's cultivation has greatly improved after going out to practice, he still doesn't take a junior at the seventh level of qi refining seriously.

In his opinion, Feng Yuanjiu's challenge to seize the seat was just overreaching. The reason why he agreed so happily this time was because he wanted to take the opportunity to show his prestige in front of everyone, and secondly, he really coveted Feng Yuanjiu. skin.

Since he had the will to stand up, Bu Ziming didn't intend to hold back. He pretended to let Feng Yuanjiu invite him first, and then summoned his spirit beast, the Golden Feather Crow Emperor.

The Golden Feather Crow Emperor is three feet long, with golden feathers all over his body, with two heads and one foot, he is a monster of the first and fifth ranks.

In the world of comprehension, both spirit beasts and monsters are divided into nine ranks. The monsters and spirit beasts are endowed with extraordinary talents, and the fifth rank monsters have at least the same level of cultivation as human foundation-building monks.

As soon as this monster came out, the atmosphere in the arena suddenly changed, and the gazes betting on Feng Yuanjiu were full of pity and gloating.

Feng Yuanjiu and the Golden Feather Crow Emperor looked at each other, but they didn't feel hostility from the four eyes that were shining fiercely.

Calmly looking at Bu Ziming who had the winning ticket in his hands and hypocritically persuading him to admit defeat, Feng Yuanjiu slapped three Vajra Talismans on his body, then jumped up with the sword in his hand, and stabbed straight at the man standing behind the Golden Crow and Feather Emperor. Bu Ziming on his back.

This sword is indomitable.

This sword has a killing intent.

This sword directly passed between the heads of the Golden Crow Feather Emperor, piercing through Bu Ziming's dantian.

The dantian is shattered, the spiritual root is destroyed, and there is no chance for the Dao in this life.

Bu Ziming gripped the sword that pierced through his dantian, blood stained the blue Taoist robe, he was no longer as relaxed as a cat playing with a mouse, shock and disbelief distorted his suave face.

It's hard to believe that Bu Ziming is not the only one?

Except for Feng Yuanjiu, no one in the field could have imagined that Bu Ziming would be ruined by Feng Yuanjiu's sword as if he had no power to resist after only meeting each other.

Bu Ziming's gaze fell on the black one-eyed stone ape sculpture in Feng Yuanjiu's palm, his pupils shrank, and he opened his mouth to speak, but just as his lips opened a gap, he lowered his head soundlessly.

Feng Yuanjiu shot several demon trapping talismans on the Golden Feather Crow Emperor, and then put away the one-eyed stone ape sculpture in his palm without a trace.

Looking down at Bu Ziming, who was lying limp on the back of the Golden Feather Crow Emperor, Feng Yuanjiu took off on a flying shuttle and stood with a sword in his hand, with a calm posture, as if the sword just abolished Bu Ziming's cultivation, shattered his soul, and obliterated Bu Ziming People with true spirits are not like him.

It's a pity that the blood-stained three-foot Qingfeng betrayed him.

The people who originally wanted to use him to stand up became his props to stand up.

The people who originally coveted his Dao body now hang on the back of the Golden Feathered Crow Emperor, their spirits and souls have gathered and their true spirits have disappeared.

It wasn't until Feng Yuanjiu took Bu Ziming's Taoist robe and wiped off the bloodstains on the three-foot Qingfeng without haste, that the rest of the people recovered from their shock.

At that time, Feng Yuanjiu was standing on the back of the Golden Feather Crow Emperor, his fingertips and the blade of the sword were dripping with bright red blood, taking advantage of him as if he had just returned from the battlefield of slaughtering demons.

The master of Baili Temple looked at Feng Yuanjiu meaningfully, and said: "Feng Yuanjiu won the battle for the seat, and from then on Feng Yuanjiu will be the first disciple of Mingxin Temple."

Feng Yuanjiu bowed in salute.

Baili Guanzhu said again: "Can someone continue to take the seats?"

There was complete silence in the arena, and all the disciples looked at Feng Yuanjiu with fear and awe in their eyes.

The Lord Baili waited for a while, but seeing no one answered, he raised his hand and knocked on Yuqin next to him: "Let's go."

All the disciples stood up and bowed to agree, and Feng Yuanjiu also got off the Golden Feather Crow Emperor's back, also bowed and agreed.

After the viewers had left, Meng Yan flicked his sleeves and placed the Nine Volumes of Feng Yuan on the Fajia, and said in a cold voice: "Follow me to observe."

The apse of Mingxin Guan, Meng Yan's dojo.

Meng Yan was sitting on the cloud bed, and the weather on the blue and beautiful mountains and rivers was even more prosperous, almost unreal.

Feng Yuanjiu stared down at a swaying tender grass on Meng Yan's robe, as if he was listening to the training with his hands down.

Meng Yan was silent for a while, and asked: "Do you know that Bu Ziming is the grandson of the head elder of Danding Academy?"

Feng Yuan said nonsense without changing his face: "I don't know."

Meng Yan frowned, and asked again: "You will be a teacher in the future, do you have any arrangements at home?"

Feng Yuanjiu shook his head: "Not at all."

"It's good to practice, so you don't need to think about it." Meng Yan sighed lightly, and then stopped talking, obviously he didn't want to say more.

Feng Yuanjiu bowed and saluted, and said: "Disciple, leave." Then he exited the hall.

There were many disciples coming and going in the Mingxin Temple, many disciples went to Elder Gu to exchange supernatural powers, received punishments and listened to training, and when they saw Feng Yuanjiu in the distance, they all stopped and called senior brother and said hello.

This feeling is really not bad, no wonder many people lose their minds on the first seat of the Six Views, and finally miss the Dao.

Feng Yuanjiu held his posture, left the Mingxin Temple with a cold face, and returned to the cave he had chosen earlier - that cave, according to Xing Minzhi, was very evil.

Even though he knew that Xing Minzhi's previous cave was better, he had no intention of changing it.

After all, there is no evil, and his cave is also a good place to practice.

Now that he has everything ready, Foundation Establishment is only one short of retreat, so there is really no need to toss about.

Disciples of the audience who are enlightened, those who are a bit gossipy have more or less diverted their attention to Feng Yuanjiu's side, and some people with poor qualifications and quick-witted minds, who have offended Bu Ziming before, have already begun to think about investing in Feng Yuanjiu Nine doors down.

However, Feng Yuanjiu, the freshly released first disciple, closed the door as soon as he returned to the cave, as if he had no intention of recruiting troops to develop his power.

Those who were not reconciled, walked around Feng Yuanjiu's tightly closed cave a few times, but never came back until Feng Yuanjiu was out of the gate.

There is no time to practice, Fengyuan Jiurao is only a step away from building the foundation, and this retreat has been for ten years.

In the past ten years, there is no "Guan Ba" in Ming Xin Guan, there is only one who seems to be invisible, and the disciples of Ming Xin Guan can't be more comfortable.

On this day, in the main hall of Mingxin Temple, Yu Guanzhu, who succeeded Meng Yan as the new master of Mingxin Temple three years ago, was giving a sermon, when the sound suddenly disappeared when he was speaking, he stepped out of the hall and looked towards the sea of ​​clouds outside the peak.

Then all the disciples came out of the main hall, and saw the sea of ​​clouds churning, the inspiration surging, the vicissitudes of the sound of heaven and earth hovering, and the ethereal sound like cold spring hitting cold jade, singing along with the sound of the piano:

"Aptitude depends on the sky and not on the person, and the mind is not on the sky.

With great aspirations in mind, I asked diligently year after year.

Opportunities can be met but not sought, only Taoism is stronger than gold.

Cut the thorns on the road of longevity, and finally get the magic method to knock the sky! "

The author has something to say: In the next volume, open the map of Nei Shifeng.