Hearing this, Yicheng did not answer immediately. At this time, everyone's eyes focused on Yicheng.

Yicheng raised his eyes and looked around at the nine monks present, and then asked Mr. Zhao: "Where are you?"

After hearing Yicheng's question, Mr. Zhao stood up, walked to the entrance of the room, looked at the undulating mountains below, and said: "I was born and raised here, and it has been 7.3 million years. My roots are here.

Here, even if you die, you will still look at Bailingmen. If one day Bailingmen

In a crisis, I will fight and die for him without hesitation. You may not be able to understand this feeling because you don’t have the experience like me. Bailingmen is like my parents, like my children, my home, and you.

Will you allow others to hurt your parents and children, or destroy your home?"

After hearing this, Yicheng said categorically: "No, no one can, not even immortals and Buddhas! Otherwise, I will kill you!"

"Very good, now you know the answers for us people, what about yours?" Zhao Laoman asked with expectation.

Yicheng also stood up, looked down, and then said: "I came to Bailingmen for eleven thousand and seventy-six years. I was seriously injured that year. It was Bi'er Qing'er, two disciples of Head Qi, who took me in.

Later, I met Senior Brother Miao Jiu. He took over as a disciple and taught me the art of weapon refining. The elders were very helpful to me.

You take great care of me. Although Bailingmen is not a parent or child in my heart, they are like my teachers and friends. If Bailingmen is in trouble, I will definitely do my best to help them overcome the difficulties. But if I am unable to do so, I will let them go.

Live on by yourself, avenge Bai Ling in the future, and re-establish Bai Ling Gate.

This is what I can do, I can do my best for Bai Ling, but I will not die for him, because I have other family, children and friends, and I cannot abandon them!"

After Yicheng finished speaking, he continued to look at the mountains below, and couldn't help but wonder, will one day be able to find a place where he can take root with peace of mind?

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There are still fifty years before the sect conference begins. Yicheng has never left the door in these years, specializing in the art of refining weapons.

Fifty years passed in a blink of an eye, but Yicheng still did not find an opportunity for a breakthrough. The sect conference was held as scheduled, and Yicheng followed the monks from Bailing Sect to Wanshou Mountain, the venue for the sect conference.

It takes half a year from Longevity Mountain to Bailingmen. This time, the eight Mahayana monks from Bailingmen set off together, plus more than a hundred selected disciples in the Tribulation Period, who took the flying boats of the Mahayana elders.

Wanshou Mountain is a mountain rather than a large valley. It is famous for producing a herb that prolongs life.

Because of the terrain of Wanshou Mountain, extremely powerful defensive formations are set up here, so it is a perfect place to use it as a venue for competitions. Even if the Mahayana monks try their best, there will be no problem with the formations here.

The sect conference has been held for an unknown number of times, but the defensive formation has never been broken.

There are twenty sects coming to participate in the conference this time, but from the tenth place onwards, each sect only has one Mahayana monk.

This time, it can be said that more than half of the Mahayana monks in the Immortal Realm are gathered. The rest who do not participate are some casual cultivators or neutrals who occupy a city like Baizhan City and do not participate in sect battles.

In addition to these people, there were also a lot of monks who came to watch the excitement. However, the cultivation level of these people was at least at the Tribulation Stage, otherwise the valley would not be able to accommodate so many people.

When all twenty participating sects arrived, the competition officially began.

For the sake of fairness, three late Mahayana monks who did not participate in the competition served as referees.

One of them is Tie Mo, the city lord of Baizhan City, and the other two are the casual cultivator Shen Shuzi and Qingshui Fairy.

"Comrades, the sect conference that takes place once in a million years in the Immortal Realm has begun. This time, I, Iron City Lord, and Fairy Qingshui will be the referees. Because the time interval has been too long, I will repeat this rule again.

Each faction has hundreds of Mahayana monks who are in the Tribulation Period. The order of participating in the competition is based on the previous ranking. The first one to appear is the Eternal Life Gate, then the Qiu Ming Mountain, the Eternal Life Gate, and the Palace of Desire. Each faction can only challenge once in each round of the competition.

If a monk from any sect comes forward to challenge, they will automatically win and can enter the next round. The monks who have already won cannot continue to play until all the contestants from their own sect take the field.

Although this competition involves the interests of the sect, we are doing this in order to preserve the overall strength of the Immortal Realm as much as possible and avoid large-scale damage, so I hope that you can click to the end when participating in the competition. Okay, now the competition begins

, the competition between the monks in the Tribulation Stage will start first, now we invite the monks from the Eternal Life Sect to come out and accept the challenge!"[

As Tie Suanzi finished speaking, a monk from the Immortality Sect flew onto the stage, raised his fists at the three referees, and then said: "Yu Bai from the Eternal Life Sect, that fellow Taoist came up to give me advice!"

"Here I come! Yu Gong Shi Kui asks for advice!" In just a moment, a burly man from Yu Gong flew onto the stage.

Because the previous competitions were just sideshows, naturally no one would try their best except for who had some beef with whom.

Since Yu Bai was the first one to appear, his strength was certainly not weak. The two of them faced each other tit for tat with their magic weapons.

"White rainbow pierces the sun!" Yu Bai and Shi Kui fought for a quarter of an hour. Spiritual power was poured into the spiritual sword, and a white light flew out, instantly hitting Shi Kui who was about to continue attacking.

Shi Kui unexpectedly made this move and was hit in the chest by the white light. Although he was not fatally injured, Yu Bai flew forward and put his spiritual sword against Shi Kui's brow.

"Accept!" Yu Bailing drew back his sword at the first touch, and then said to Shi Kui with his fists clasped.

Shi Kui shook his head with regret, and then walked off the stage!

"Yu Baisheng of the Eternal Life Sect, Qiu Mingshan appears!"

"Wei Aochen of Qiu Mingshan asked Shen Feihong of Lankong Mountain for advice!"

A thin old man in black from Qiu Mingshan flew onto the stage and shouted in the direction of Lan Kongshan, the sixth-ranked sect.

Yicheng sat next to Qi Yuntian and asked a little strangely: "That's okay. Can I challenge him directly?"

"Of course, it's much more convenient to resolve grievances here!" Qi Yuntian said with a smile.

"Hmph, Wei Aochen, you are seeking death yourself, but don't blame me for being rude!"

Soon, a middle-aged monk flew out from Lankong Mountain. This man had a cold face and a murderous intent on his body.

The battle between these two people was much more explosive than the last one. The two of them were attacking each other with deadly moves. After only a dozen rounds, their bodies were already seriously injured.

But at this time, both of them had already shown their true fire, using all their strength to move one move after another. However, Wei Aochen's injuries were more serious, and defeat would be a matter of time.

"Shen Feihong, today I want you to pay for Rou'er with your life!" Wei Aochen shouted, and one of Yin Hong's pills was swallowed into his mouth.

When Yi Cheng saw the pill, he was slightly surprised and said: "This Wei Aochen is really desperate, he even used something like the Nine Evil Blood Qi Pill!"

"Nine evil blood pills? What kind of pill is this? Why haven't I heard of it?" Head Qi asked a little strangely.

"The Nine Evil Blood Qi Pill is a special type of elixir, reaching the eighth-grade high level. It is made by collecting the blood evil spirit and adding an elixir called Storm Blood Grass together with the blood essence of the user.

It can be said that it is a tailor-made elixir. Only whoever uses his essence and blood can take it, otherwise he will explode and die immediately.

Even if I take it myself, the cost will be huge. Even if I am immortal, I will lose most of my cultivation. However, the effect of this thing is too overbearing. After taking it, it can instantly stimulate the full potential, which is similar to the effect of burning blood essence. The strength is at least

It can be doubled!”

Hearing Yi Cheng's words, Qi Yuntian was also surprised. Wei Aochen really did his best to deal with such a deadly thing!

"Junior Brother Yi, where did you get such a partial elixir? I have basically read all the classics of our sect, but I have never seen such an elixir!"

"Haha, Buddha said it can't be said!" Of course these things by Yicheng were the notes left by Miller, but this matter really cannot be said.

"Uh, okay, I didn't ask. By the way, how far has your alchemy skills reached? You can tell, right?" Qi Yuntian knew that Yicheng had too many secrets, so he didn't ask.

"I was able to refine the 70% Pill recently!" Yicheng didn't have anything to hide about this.

"Qicheng Dan? You, you are already a ninth-level high-level alchemist. Hey, you monster. I have practiced hard for hundreds of thousands of years, and now you are only an eighth-level high-level alchemist!" Qi Yuntian shook his head and ignored Yi Cheng.

To avoid getting hit more.

And Yi Cheng's eyes also returned to the field. Shen Feihong saw the aura on Wei Aochen's body surge, his face also changed, and his body retreated continuously. However, his speed at this time was far less than that of Wei Aochen who had unleashed all his potential. In an instant,

Wei Aochen caught up with him and kicked Shen Feihong to the ground with a flying kick. Wei Aochen's attack had just begun. He quickly followed up and gave Shen Feihong another hard blow before he landed!

"Stop, Wei Aochen took the elixir to stimulate his potential, it's not fair!" A middle-aged Mahayana man from Lankong Mountain changed his expression, stood up and shouted to the three referees.

"Shen Xing, this game didn't say you can't take pills. Huh, don't play if you're afraid of death!" A thin old man from Qiu Mingshan said to Shen Xing disdainfully.

"Tiecheng Lord!" Shen Xing did not dare to say the words of the thin old man, but said to Tie Mo among the referees.

Tie Mo communicated briefly with the other two, and then said with an expression on his face: "There are no restrictions in this competition, so as long as it is a normal fighting method, you can use it. If Shen Feihong admits defeat, the competition will be over!"

Tie Mo's words made Shen Xing's expression change, but he didn't care about anything else and quickly said to Shen Feihong on the field: "Hong'er, admit defeat and quit the game!"

But at this time, Shen Feihong was attacked one after another, and he had no chance to breathe. Even if he wanted to admit defeat, he couldn't!

"Stop, Shen Feihong lost, this time Wei Aochen wins!" Seeing Shen Feihong's critical situation, Shen Xing spoke quickly.

"Hahaha, Shen Xing, you are not the one competing. The grandson is competing, and grandpa admits defeat. Haha, are you the grandson?" A sturdy middle-aged man from Qiu Mingshan laughed.

"Zhong Beikun, you are looking for death!" Shen Xing was immediately furious.

"Hmph, Shen Xing, we will know who dies and who lives! But now Shen Feihong is dead!" Zhong Beikun sneered and cast his eyes on the field.

"Go to hell, you beast!" Wei Aochen's eyes glowed red, he flew in front of Shen Feihong who had just landed, and punched Shen Feihong's pubic area.

"Bang, bang, bang,,,"

One punch, one punch, one punch,,,

It wasn't until after more than ten punches that Shen Feihong had completely lost his breath, and he himself exhausted all his strength, and the backlash of the drug's effect took off, that he took off Shen Feihong's storage ring and turned it into ashes!

"Hong'er!"

Shen Xing's sad voice sounded, but he never crossed the stage half a step, because if someone interfered in the game, he would be the target of the entire immortal world sect. This rule has lasted for tens of millions of years, and no one has ever dared to trample on it. !
Chapter completed!