I just want to quietly cultivate a fairy [travel]

After several fights, the position of the Ninth Peak's master fell to Fairy Miaoyin, a closed disciple under the seat of Immortal Kang Wanqing in Jingwei Palace of Xiaoyang Mountain.

Fairy Miaoyin, with the appearance of a sinking fish and a wild goose, standing on the top of the Ninth Peak is like a Nine Heavens Xuannv standing on the top of the clouds, and instantly captured the hearts of countless young children.

The position of the master of the Ninth Peak has been settled, each of the nine peaks has its own master, and the next step is to seize freedom.

Following Elder Wei's voice: "The position of the nine great disciples, the capable will go up, the mediocre will go down, and anyone who is interested can compete. Challenge, start!"

There is a male cultivator who is like a weak willow supporting the wind, stepping on the waves and rising into the sky on the battle platform.

This male cultivator is none other than the little boy Wei Leshui that Xing Minzhi used to talk about.

Wei Leshui's body is thin and delicate, and his face is pretty. It should be his own adventure. After Feng Yuanjiu, he established a foundation and became a true biography, and now he has a mid-Gold Core cultivation level.

After Wei Leshui lifted off into the sky, without squinting, the azure blue dharma sword pointed directly at Yao Bai on the Great Sun Peak: "Senior Brother Yao, please."

Yao Bai has straight eyebrows, tall and straight, standing on the top of the Seventh Peak with his hands behind his back, and his wide-sleeved and toga gown without wind: "Le Shui, why do you do this."

Wei Leshui's delicate eyebrows and eyes were condensed, and he said every word: "Wei Leshui of Bibo Palace asks senior brother for advice, senior brother Yao, please."

As soon as the words fell, there was a water curtain covering the seventh peak.

On the seventh peak, Yao Bai flicked with one hand and pointed, a red streamer broke through the sky and water curtain with the momentum of breaking the sky.

Wei Leshui made a false move, forcing Yao Bai into the arena, and a life-and-death struggle began.

Wei Leshui's talent is excellent, the waves under his feet are turbulent, continuous, and the azure magic sword in his palm is full of bone-piercing frost, turning into a sword net to cover Yao Bai, which is a bit like the Zixiao Sword School's "Gui Zang Jian Jing" mean.

This shot drew applause from many disciples.

But in the end there is still less experience.

Yu is outstanding among the new disciples, but compared with Yao Bai, who is firmly in the top nine disciples, he is still a bit inferior.

The menacing sword net covered Yao Bai, but it didn't even touch Yao Bai's skirt.

Yao Bai made a little trick, and a ball of red light flew out from his sleeve, gradually turning into a palm-sized one-legged bird.

The one-legged fire bird opened its mouth and spewed out a golden flame, instantly turning the sword net into nothingness.

Wei Leshui's expression changed slightly, and he pointed at his heart, spraying blood from the apex of his heart on the Azure Magic Sword.

The Zhanlan Dharma Sword became radiant in an instant, leading Wei Leshui into one, and headed towards Yao Bai's face.

The power of this sword is doubled, comparable to the full blow of the Dzogchen mirror cultivator in the late Jindan period.

Yao Bai's expression did not change, he stood in the air on the Fire Bird, flicked his sleeves lightly, and saw his red wide sleeves suddenly swelled, the cuffs were wide open, and he directly put the desperate Sanlang Wei Leshui into the sleeves.

It turned out to be Taixuan Tianxiu!

Those who can firmly occupy the position of the Nine Great Disciples really do not have a good match!

Feng Yuanjiu looked up at the sky, saw that Yao Bai's red wide sleeves swelled a few times, then calmed down and returned to normal size, so he knew that the outcome of this round was decided.

Sure enough, after a while, Yao Baiyu Yunyun said calmly: "Junior Brother Wei is a little agitated, let him calm down in his sleeve, and he will be released after the competition."

There is no objection.

This is the superiority and detachment of the nine great disciples.

Yao Bai didn't return to his seat immediately, but looked down at the preparation platform with his feet on the fire bird, and asked unhurriedly: "Is there any junior brother who wants to come up to ask for advice?"

There was no sound on the preparation stage.

Although Yao Bai didn't do his best just now, his strength can be seen slightly.

The two disciples on the preparation stage who originally planned to challenge Yao Bai thought that they were not as strong as Yao Bai, so they turned their attention to Fairy Lingbo of Yingyue Lake, the sixth peak.

Although Fairy Ling Bo has a pure face and a loli-like body, she has a fierce temper, and she shattered the golden core that challenged his male cultivator with one move.

There was a moment of silence in the arena.

Fairy Lingbo snorted softly, rolled her eyes at the preparation platform, and returned to the sixth peak.

In the big competition in the door, the magic is ruthless, and it is normal to have a little accidental injury.

Not to mention abolishing one's cultivation base, it is not a new thing to die just like that.

It's just that it's rare to be as ruthless as Fairy Lingbo.

After Fairy Lingbo, others challenged Bu Xiangguang, Meng Wujun, and Wu Zishu one after another. Only Ding Lingshu succeeded in replacing Wu Zishu and became the master of the eighth peak, and the rest all failed.

After seven days of fierce fighting, on the last day of the Grand Competition, only Fang Wuji and Feng Yuanjiu were left on the preparation stage.

Different positions, Yu Renqian Wuji is not close to Feng Yuanjiu.

At the moment there were only the two of them left on the stage, Fang Wuji pretended to salute: "Junior Brother Feng, why don't you invite me first?"

Feng Yuanjiu shook his head and refused: "I don't dare to focus on the former, I'd better invite Senior Brother Fang first."

Fang Wuji and Feng Yuanjiu looked at each other, and saw the seriousness in his eyes, so he stopped giving way, stepped on a blue carp and lifted into the air, and bowed to Fang Wuya on the third peak, Diao Erlang said: "Fifth brother, I dare to ask for advice."

The fifth brother called out, and it determined the nature of this competition - it was not for winning the position, but for gaining fame, and the point was over.

On the third peak, Fang Wuya nodded: "Yes."

Fang Wuya cherishes words like gold, but he is not stingy with his shots. He suppresses his cultivation and feeds Fang Wuji the trick for about half an hour. waist, and threw Fang Wuji, who was holding a broad knife, off the cloud head.

Fang Wuya didn't directly chop Fang Wuji down with thunder, which was considered gentle.

Fang Wuji patted his buttocks and stood up, raised his head and cupped his hands towards the cloud: "Fifth brother is exquisite in Taoism, younger brother is willing to bow down."

Fang Wuya nodded expressionlessly, and said, "Come to Wanlei Ridge after the competition."

The corner of Fang Wuji's mouth twitched, reluctantly: "Yes."

So far, only Feng Yuanjiu is left on the preparation stage.

The appearance is as beautiful as a good girl, and the figure is as tall and straight as a green pine.

On the moon-white magic robe, clouds and mists of five colors are dense, and occasionally wisps of breeze blow by, setting off a gentle arc on the sleeves of the robe, making the whole person feel like a fairy.

The end is pleasing to the eye.

Although Feng Yuanjiu seldom made public appearances in Taiqing, Qin Changsheng's grand apprentice acceptance ceremony gave him enough sense of presence.

It's just that at that time, most people remembered his handsome appearance and his enviable status as the first disciple of Qin Changsheng.

Today, he stood alone on the preparation stage, and countless eyes focused on him, guessing which peak master on top of the nine peaks he would challenge.

Feng Yuanjiu raised his head, and looked at Fairy Miaoyin on the Ninth Peak one by one.

The cold and lonely Fairy Miaoyin, the eccentric Ding Lingshu, the handsome Yao Bai, the violent Lolita Lingbo Fairy, Meng Wujun who has almost no sense of existence, the incomparable Bu Xiangguang, the stern and cold Fang Wuji, the deep Mo Wei Wufang, who was in the middle of the test, and Wan Anping, the smiling purple potato ball.

His eyes stopped on Wan Anping, and Wanli Xinghe appeared under his feet.

A river of stars stretched into the air, and Feng Yuanjiu stepped up until he reached the end of the star bridge, slightly higher than Feng Jiu, before stopping.

Feng Yuanjiu looked down at the first peak, and said in a manly voice: "In the past, I went to the Outer Liuguan to participate in the entrance test, and I had a relationship with my brother in Yuntai Mountain Range."

Wan Anping's eyes fell on the little fox on Feng Yuanjiu's shoulder, he obviously recognized this treasure hunting fox, and immediately sneered: "Junior brother did a good job."

Feng Yuanjiu brushed the golden fluff on the little fox's forehead with his fingertips, and smiled lightly: "Later, I ran into my senior brother in the secret place of Xuanbingtan, and got a lot of care from my senior brother, if I don't repay my senior brother a little bit, I really feel uneasy. "

Wan Anping snorted coldly, but could not refute.

The true energy in Feng Yuanjiu's body swelled, and the five-string guqin appeared in his arms. He brushed the strings with one hand, and the melodious sound of heaven and earth pierced through the sky.

Feng Yuanjiu's cold voice seemed particularly ethereal in the melodious piano sound: "The only way to get peace of mind is to ask my senior brother for advice."

As soon as this remark came out, there was an instant uproar on the viewing platform.

Apart from Qin Changsheng and Kang Xuanyi, no one thought that Feng Yuanjiu would directly point his sword at the head of the nine disciples.

Thousands of miles high in the sky, behind layers of clouds.

Venerable Shuanghua's eyes fell on Qin Changsheng, and he said, "My nephew is a good chess player."

Qin Changsheng said indifferently: "It's just a matter of striving for success, it's not as complicated as my uncle thinks."

There is another story here.

On that day Qin Changsheng accepted Feng Yuanjiu as his apprentice with great fanfare, countless people from the elders' lineage talked about Feng Yuanjiu's talent, and even the words of these high priests often contained irony and wit in their words.

Today, Feng Yuanjiu was at the top of the competition in the sect, pointing his sword at Wan Anping, Qin Changsheng naturally wanted to take the opportunity to slap these superiors in the face.

This meant that Feng Yuanjiu had just initiated the challenge. If Feng Yuanjiu had already won at this time, he would guarantee to fight harder than this.

After being sternly rebuked by a junior, Shuanghua didn't dare to explode without reason even if she was angry.

However, Huanyu Shangzun wanted to add fuel to the flames: "Junior Sister is honored to be the Shangzun anyway, why bother to stare at the talented people in the class."

Master Shuanghua couldn't hold back any longer, and glared at Master Huanyu angrily, the image of the law surged in the back of his head, the branches of the jade tree trembled slightly in his palm, and the silver frost turned into flying snow.

Seeing that the two venerables were going to get angry, the head master and the great elder each closed their eyes and looked aloof.

Shen Haotian had no choice but to suppress it as usual: "What are you messing around with? It's really boring, why don't you go and guard the bridge in Shahunyuan."

Shahunyuan is really not a place for people to stay!

Shuanghua Shangzun's facial expression stabilized at the back of his head, and the jade tree branch in his palm became a fairy-like decoration again.

Huanyu Shangzun's expression froze, and he immediately said haha: "Nephew Meng helped me to calculate, that Shahun Bridge is not in good luck with me, so I really can't go! Why don't you watch the competition!"

Shen Haotian shook his head, his eyes fell on the Jiufeng through the clouds.

Seeing that Wan Anping lost his usual peaceful appearance, he lifted off into the sky with a gloomy face, without saying a word, the mountain in his palm pressed towards Feng Yuanjiu.

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Copywriting: Trapped in a certain death situation, Demon Lord Boxuan had no choice but to use secret techniques to send true spirits into reincarnation. Unexpectedly, he traveled 3000 years later.

At that time, his beloved apprentice Feng Li had already succeeded him as the Great Elder of the Nether Sect, and was well-known in the cultivation world.

Boxuan's old heart is very comforted to love an apprentice and become a talent!

The dharma body was well preserved by his disciple, Boxuan was very satisfied!

Just wanted to say a few words of praise, but found that something seemed wrong——

His dharma body has become the puppet of his lover!

The apprentices who respected him were plotting against him every day!

Boxuan: It is urgent to clean up the door!

People don't talk too much, they are boring, they are aggressive, they have a temperament, they are cold, they are second-rate.