Who Told Him To Cultivate Immortality!

Chapter 491 The Origin of Mingtai

 “The first round of the Jindan early stage group, the winner is San Xiu Zhuang Xuan.”

 The skinny referee announced the end of the first game, and the winner was the unknown monk.

Whether you are a disciple of a large sect or a disciple of a small sect, the cultivation resources are provided by the sect.

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 That is why the realm and quality of practice of casual cultivators are far lower than those of sect monks.

Being able to defeat a group of monks from various sects, stand out from the city level and state level, and come to the Taoist sect, one can imagine how difficult it is.

"Remember him, there is a serious suspicion." Jiang Qun warned Luo Shuiwei.

He looked through Zhuang Xuan's previous battle records, and it could be said that he was crushed all the way to the finals. He could end the game with up to five moves each time. Even if he came to the finals and played the first game, it was only He defeated his opponent in five moves.

 It’s terrifyingly strong.

"Yes." Luo Shuiwei had already memorized more than half a page of the list.

“Next time we compete, I will definitely win!” The loser was a very energetic monk. Although he lost to Zhuang Xuan, he was not discouraged and agreed to fight again next time.

Zhuang Xuan glanced at his opponent indifferently and softly uttered two words.

"boring."

"you!"

The loser's expression changed slightly, Zhuang Xuan was too arrogant.

Zhuang Xuan ignored the loser's reaction and jumped down from the ring. His eyelids drooped and he yawned in boredom.

If it weren't for the big prizes, he wouldn't be willing to play house games with a group of children.

 It’s not interesting to win, it’s not challenging at all.

Soon Zhuang Xuan will face his second match. His opponent is a courteous sword-wielding monk. Judging from his sect, he should be a Confucian monk who practices the Gentleman Sword.

"I'm at the sword tower Mingtai, please give me some advice." Mingtai held the sword with both hands, the tip of the sword facing down, and he saluted obediently with a shy smile.

Zhuang Xuan still looked like he hadn't woken up.

He has no favorable impression of such polite monks. They are completely bloodless and can just fight and fight. But once they go to the battlefield and fight life and death, it is this kind of people who die the fastest.

He has had several fights with the Confucianism cultivators of the Integration Period. Such monks should be talking about words in the court, and there is really no need to go to the battlefield to charge into battle.

　　哧—

The green sword light flashed past, and Zhuang Xuan instinctively tilted his head back. The green sword light streaked along his neck. The cool breeze blew by, and a shallow sword mark appeared on the back of his neck, which was soon stained with blood. red.

“Is it possible to cultivate swordsmanship to such a level in this realm?” The participating monks exclaimed. Some people had never seen Mingtai’s performance in the first competition. Now that they see Mingtai’s moves, they realize that this is a strong opponent.

“I have such a level of swordsmanship in the early stage of Jindan. I can compete with the old thief Buyu.” The old man in the cultivation world was surprised. It has been a long time since there has been a swordsman genius in the Central Continent who can compete with the old thief Buyu.

"This Zhuang Xuan is not simple at all. He has never used his full strength from beginning to end." Another elder in the cultivation world nodded. It is indeed a great competition. The first few groups of competitions have been eye-opening. By the time of the Jindan early stage group , the geniuses from all walks of life are even more brilliant.

"It will be a battle between dragons and tigers." The tall monk said slowly, his eyes as cold as ice.

He lost to Mingtai in the first game and also studied Zhuang Xuan's fighting style. If these two people met together, they would definitely create fierce sparks.

 "It's a pity that my "Turtle Breathing Technique" has no use!"

 On the ring, the jade pendant fell from Zhuang Xuan's neck.

The green sword light just now not only left a shallow blood mark on Zhuang Xuan's neck, but also cut off the rope of the jade pendant.

Zhuang Xuan bent down and picked up the jade pendant solemnly, his voice was low and hoarse, and he no longer looked listless. "Fellow Taoist Zhuang Xuan, are you finally serious?" Mingtai looked at Zhuang Xuan with burning eyes, eager to give it a try.

Zhuang Xuan didn't answer, he was talking to himself, as if speaking to Mingtai.

"This jade pendant is of extraordinary significance. It was left to me by my master before his death. The master said that I was an orphan. When he picked me up, I held this jade pendant in my hand. The jade pendant is the only clue left to me by my parents. , I always protected it closely and never let it fall to the ground."

 “You are the first person to let the jade pendant fall to the ground.”

“You know, dragons have reverse scales. If you touch them, you will die!”

Zhuang Xuan roared like a beast from his throat, which sent chills down people's spines. He suddenly raised his head and stared at Mingtai, his eyes like a monster that had lost its mind.

 “His momentum…”

The leader of the Qi Control Sect was slightly surprised. At this time, Zhuang Xuan's aura was almost comparable to that of the early Nascent Soul.

You must know that Zhuang Xuan is only at the early stage of the Golden Elixir.

Zhuang Xuan went crazy and rushed towards Mingtai, exuding a shuddering black aura. He didn't know what the technique was. The only thing he could confirm was that no one was willing to be his opponent!

Boom—

Zhuang Xuan was swept away by a sword energy and fell to the bottom of the ring.

 “Huh, it’s so dangerous, so dangerous.” Mingtai was in shock and patted his chest.

After calming down, he walked to the edge of the ring, looked at Zhuang Xuan who was still in a daze, and saluted with his sword.

 “High momentum does not mean high cultivation level, Mingtai has been taught.”

Zhuang Xuan blinked his eyes and didn't realize what happened. Shouldn't he have gone crazy and tore Mingtai into pieces? Why did he lose?

 …

“Where did your Jianlou recruit the disciples from?” Lu Baqian looked at Elder Sikong in surprise.

Others can't see it, but he, a great monk in the Tribulation Stage, can see it clearly. This sword contains the universe and has infinite changes, which is nothing like what can be cut in the Golden Elixir Stage.

Even if a sword cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage can kill it, he will be called a genius!

 Elder Sikong saw Lu Baqian showing off his power all the way with such an expression, which was more satisfying than eating ice cubes in the summer.

"Haha, as I said, Mingtai is the only person in my sword tower who has received the supreme inheritance."

 …

“This sword is okay. This is the level of my Zhan Zi Jue.” In the spiritual space, the imprisoned Lu Yang observed the battle on the ring through the small window left by the Immortal Fairy.

Mingtai’s moves were really unexpected.

If it weren't for Mingtai, he would have almost forgotten that he was a sword cultivator.

 “This little guy doesn’t look like a human being.” The Immortal Fairy stared at Mingtai for a moment and soon lost interest.

She was not interested, but Lu Yang was. Lu Yang quickly asked what was going on.

“He is like a sword spirit that gave birth to real intelligence and became a living being. Someone also made a body for him and asked him to enter it. The spirit and flesh merged into one, making him a real human being.”

Lu Yang was thoughtful. He had all the information on the talented contestants. The information stated that the platform had been recognized by the Supreme Sword Tower and inherited his mantle.

“Could it be that he is the supreme sword spirit of the sword tower?”

 This way, everything makes sense.

The second update is around eleven o’clock

 (End of this chapter)