A few days later, the battle ceremony in Tonghai Mountains began, and the battle lasted for more than a month.

But this is just the beginning. This battle will last for at least one year, and it will not be short. Moreover, it is a battle between the three factions, but in fact, the participants are far from the three factions. The first ones to enter the venue are some random cultivators or small sect monks who come from afar. These people come here, one is for the purpose of tempering themselves, and the other is to get many benefits of prior promises from the three factions.

Over the years, I have never missed almost every competition between my peers. After watching it, I feel that I have benefited a lot, especially the endless means of monks from all walks of life, which has also opened his eyes.

In the past, he practiced only in a certain realm, and he didn't come into contact with many fellow practitioners. I wondered that there were so many martial arts and Taoist techniques in the world.

He felt that he had underestimated these peers' cultivators in the past. After all, in order to obtain external objects of cultivation, these people often had to fight with aliens and even fellow practitioners. They did not mention the cultivation of Taoism and only discussed combat experience, but were very rich.

For this reason, after every look back, he would discuss and compete with Fang Ziru and others, and imagine how to deal with the opponent if he was on the court.

Although Fang Ziru and others were also from casual cultivators, if they did not use magic weapons, they would not be much weaker than him and might even be stronger than him in a short period of time. However, if they delayed for a long time, at least none of the people he knew could consume him.

This is because he practiced the best martial arts in the Xuanmen after all. Although he is not a true disciple of the Mingcang Sect, and has not made great achievements, and cannot practice the five skills and three sutras. However, the martial arts he practiced are also not comparable to those of the casual cultivator. However, after entering the Yaoyin Sect, he paid more attention to practice, and his fighting ability is naturally a bit weak.

He guessed that Wei Zihong asked him to come here so that he could know the shortcomings here.

"In more than a month, the disciples of the three sects will end up. If we want to compete with them, we need to show our faces at this time. Are you interested in it?"

Fang Ziru has been ready to end these days. If he can defeat the disciples of the three sects, the rewards that should have been received by the disciples of the three sects will belong to him.

Chang Zai thought for a while and said, "Okay, after watching it for so many days, I want to try my skills."

Fang Ziru laughed, patted him, turned around and said, "Who else is willing to try it together."

Few people who came here were willing to return empty-handed, and each one responded with each other.

Fang Ziru then drafted the names and backgrounds of the people and their approximate backgrounds into a book, and handed them over. In just half a day, three deacons sent the fighting cards. However, according to the order of the cards, they had to wait for more than ten days if they wanted to end up.

Chang Zai is not in a hurry. If you end up late, the opponent you meet should be of higher standards.

On the second day, everyone still came to the observation platform early.

I thought it would be another even battle, but unexpectedly, this battle was unprecedentedly short.

In the face of both sides, one side had not had time to take action, but a sword light suddenly rose from the other side. With just a flash, the opponent was defeated.

Chang Zai was secretly surprised. He had just fought and he had never seen clearly. At this moment, he saw that Zhuo's position was a young man in a brocade blue robe, surrounded by a rainbow of light.

"Could it be... this is a flying sword?"

When he was in the Yaoyin Sect, the art of flying swords was mentioned several times in the classics in the sect, and the impression was very deep. However, people who can master this art need unique talents. Few people know this, but they didn't expect to see it today.

When he guessed, the young man did not leave after winning, but directly chose to continue to compete with others. However, the second opponent could not last long and was defeated in one encounter.

Then there was a third and fourth opponent, but he was also defeated by him. As for those who went further, it would be better to just hold on for several breaths, but this was not a good thing, because the young man obviously couldn't stop when his sword was opened, but in the end, half of his body was cut off. Although there were pills to survive, if it could not be cured, then he would not be able to climb up again.

Fang Ziru's expression was a little stiff and said, "How should this win?"

He had only heard of the power of flying swords in the past, but he had never seen them. Now he realized that there was almost no way he could deal with the means he had. It was especially important. If he ended up, he would undoubtedly face this person.

The others looked the same. Seeing his flying swords swirling around, his face turned pale.

Don’t expect a high-level cultivator to visit him. The person who presides over the punishment may not be much more skillful than them. Sometimes he is dangerous and will not take action at all. It’s just that there is a forbidden formation here to maintain it. Once someone is severely injured, he will be moved out and will not be killed.

Chang Zai was also thinking of countermeasures. The flying sword flew across and flew like lightning. Without a good magic weapon, it could not be stopped. Even if you have the means, if it flew away, you would not be able to catch up with it. Instead, it would only reveal a flaw and be caught by it.

He felt that he had no good idea except to stick to it.

wrong!

After a second thought, he still had the ability to control spirit birds and animals. If he was prepared properly, he would not have no chance. Moreover, this was strictly his power, and there was nothing that could not be used.

At this time, someone spoke out: "Isn't this person a disciple of Shaoqing?"

However, as soon as this sentence was spoken, a tall and thin monk sneered: "Don't think that with the flying sword in hand, he is a disciple of the Shaoqing Sect. This person has only some talent for sword control, and has a little bit of it being taught in the sword technique. If the Shaoqing disciple is here, you can't see him taking action at all."

The person who spoke was silent was also silent. Shaoqing Sect is a major Xuanmen Sect. If its disciples arrive, there may not be anyone of the three sects to be their opponents.

Chang Zai suddenly turned around and walked out at this time.

Fang Ziru asked, "Where is Brother Dao?"

Chang Zai didn't look back, waved his hand and said, "Flying swords are not easy to deal with, so prepare some methods."

He came outside the Tonghai Mountains and spent several days searching for several species of spiritual birds, and put them away with the animal circle used in his previous life. Only then did he feel a little clear-headed and then he turned back.

At this time, a golden light flashed, and Ao Tong said disdainfully on his shoulder: "Why do you have to do these useless things? If I come forward, I will not be able to hurt you with that boy's flying sword."

Chang Zai smiled and said, "Brother Ao's magic power is too high. If I invite you out, I will be defeated." He was a little curious, "I have seen anyone who uses flying swords in the past?"

Ao Tong laughed, "That's right, if you want to talk about the flying sword, the old master's methods used to be..." He said halfway, as if he thought of something, and coughed, "You don't understand if you say it. Lao Ao, I'll take a nap, don't bother me." As he said that, he disappeared as if he was a Tathagata.

When Chang Zai saw it say halfway, he curled his lips and went back to live, waiting to fight with the sword-wielding boy.

He thought that the boy was invincible before the official battle, but he didn't expect that before he could face him, the boy was defeated by a weak woman.

What everyone could not imagine was that the weak woman just sacrificed a magic talisman. With a flash of white light, the flying sword was taken away and disappeared. Without the flying sword, the young man had most of his ability and was defeated in a few rounds.

Fang Ziru and others were stunned, but they didn't expect that this seemingly powerful opponent would be defeated so easily.

Chang Zai had a high eye, but he saw that the young man was defeated because he had never refined the sword pills to the point of being consistent with his heart, so he was lightly sealed. This is also because he lacked the regular martial arts. If the Shaoqing disciples were in person, there would be no such flaw.

He looked at the woman and thought, "Look at that path, it's the way of Guangyuan Sect, this person is not simple," he sighed in his heart. "There are so many handsome men among his peers."

More than ten days later, it was their turn to fight.

Fang Ziru first came to the game, but fortunately the opponent he met was just as strong as he fought for half a day, and found a flaw, and then he easily won.

After a few more fellow travelers ended up, and they also had wins and losses.

Not long after, it was Chang Zai's turn. As soon as he jumped, he came to the field with a light. Looking forward, he found that his opponent was a young man with outstanding spirit. The man bowed to him and said, "In the Linqing Guan, Jiang Yun, what is the name of this Taoist brother? If you are outstanding in spirit, you should be a disciple of the sect?"

Chang Zai hesitated for a moment. He didn't know which sect he thought he belonged to, but Jiang Yun thought he was inconvenient to say it clearly. This is normal. Some people simply don't want to reveal their identities, while others are because they have enemies and are afraid of encountering trouble. He smiled and said, "Don't worry, fellow Taoist, outsiders won't know if I'm talking."

Chang Zai has watched the battle for so many days, and of course he knows this. He thought about it and said, "I'm here to go to Chang Zai, I came from the Yaoyin Sect."

"A disciple of Yaoyin Sect?"

Jiang Yun's expression subsided. Yaoyin Sect is a serious Xuanmen Sect, and the lower sect of Mingcang Sect, and the ancestor is Feisheng Zhenren. Now there is a superior in charge in the sect. Although he is a low-level disciple who does not know that Wei Zihong is the Supreme Sect, the reputation of a powerful man is enough to make him admire him.

Of course, this is also because Chang Zai is not an alien. If he changes to a demon cultivator under Yaoyin Sect here, at most he would just say hello without being hot or cold.

He bowed and said, "Fellow Taoist, please."

Chang Zai also returned the gift and asked for it.

Jiang Yun thought that Chang Zai was above him, so he was not polite. He took the initiative. Chang Zai also sacrificed the mysterious light to meet him, and the two stood together immediately.

Linqing Temple also came from Jiuzhou, which was incomparable to the great sects, but it was quite famous among the small sects, but due to its background, the martial arts practiced by Jiang Yun were far inferior to Changzai.

The two of them started to fight back and forth, but gradually they were unsustainable. After a few hours, they admitted defeat. However, this man was very open-minded. Not only did he not feel depressed, he also invited him to drink with him later.

Changzai also responded with pleasure.

Within one month, Chang Zai had to go out to compete with others almost every day, and felt that he had gained a lot of self-improvement, because he defeated his opponent every time, and he looked like he had a sharp spirit.

But a few days later, when he came out again, he was surprised to find that the opponent he met this time was the weak woman who defeated the sword-controlling boy!

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Chapter completed!