At the same time as the Qi Condensation Stage disciples of the Wuliang Sect were competing, in front of a small courtyard in the Shibu Courtyard, a young monk carrying a huge sword case was talking in a low voice with two monks standing outside the door. After a few words, he pushed the door open and walked in.
The courtyard is full of tall green trees, with thick shade and coolness. This is a quadrangle courtyard. There is no one in the courtyard. There are many spiritual herbs planted on the ground in the courtyard, neatly divided into pieces, and they are lush and green.
The breeze wafted with fragrance, and the entire courtyard was very quiet and elegant. However, the monk had no intention of stopping to appreciate it. He just looked in the direction of the courtyard and walked towards a house.
Opening the door of the house, you will find an antique atmosphere inside, with hollow window frames and a dark-colored long table surrounded by several quaint armchairs and elegant screens. The elegant shapes and exquisite craftsmanship exude a strong oriental cultural and aesthetic charm.
After the monk carrying the sword box entered the room, he walked straight behind the screen. Behind the screen, there was a bookshelf filled with classics.
He came to the bookshelf, took out a book, and began to flip through it carefully. When he turned to a page, he would gather his spiritual power with his hands and point at a certain word. After the word created a ripple, it disappeared from the line, leaving the line of words interrupted and disordered.
In this way, he kept flipping through the pages and clicking, and certain characters in the lines kept disappearing. After he clicked thirteen times in a row, the book in his hand turned into purple light and disappeared without a trace.
The bookshelf in front of him twisted for a while, revealing a black hole with purple light. The black hole slowly rotated, as if leading to the endless void. The monk carrying the sword box stepped in without any hesitation and disappeared in an instant.
After he entered, the black hole disappeared without a trace as it slowly rotated, and the bookshelf just now appeared there again, with the rows of upright books on it still neatly arranged as before.
Under a gray sky, there are bare gray mountains everywhere, with peaks rising and stretching endlessly...
At this time, at the top of a gray mountain, the space twisted and a monk with a sword box on his back walked out. On the cliff in front of him, a young man with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes stood in the sky with his hands behind his back, looking into the distance.
"Brother, Elder Xing asked me to tell you that the Wuliang Sect really suggested that Qi Condensation cultivators participate in the Wheel of Life and Death, and the selection is now underway."
The monk carrying the sword case stepped forward and said respectfully. He raised his head slightly and saw that the young man with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes in front of him did not show any surprise on his face.
"Oh, has it fallen into the trap?"
The young man with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes did not turn his head and spoke calmly, his voice showing neither surprise nor joy.
"Then should we inform the brothers from the Taixuan Sect and the Pure Land Sect?"
The monk carrying the sword box asked carefully.
"Them? They are still in those places. I will talk to them when the time comes."
The young man with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes kept speaking, but his gaze shifted to a further distance.
The monk carrying a sword case followed the gaze of the sword-browed and bright-eyed young man. From time to time, faint roars were heard from the gray mountains in the distance, and various spiritual energy fluctuations flashed in the sky at the same time.
On the hillside of the mountain where the young man with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes stood, there were dozens of cultivators with murderous aura and bloodshot eyes. Their gray clothes were a little torn, and many of them were covered in blood. They stood there expressionlessly, and their spiritual pressure was at the tenth level of Qi Condensation Stage.
Li Yan looked at a cultivator from Buli Peak who was twenty feet away and was looking at him with a green face. Above his head, a cloud of insects were buzzing and flapping their wings, but they did not attack Li Yan.
Li Yan had a blank expression on his face and did not make any movement. The stone platform under the feet of the cultivator opposite him suddenly sank. The cultivator was obviously prepared and his body had already flown into the air. The cloud of insects also suddenly flew towards Li Yan.
However, at this moment, a large amount of yellow sand suddenly covered the top of the insect cloud. The insect cloud made a sharp hissing sound, shuttled through the yellow sand, and rushed towards Li Yan, but they began to fall one after another during the attack.
After the monk from Buli Peak dodged the "Quicksand Technique" under his feet, his body floated to the side for dozens of feet. As soon as he landed on the ground, a warning sign suddenly arose in his heart. Before he could react, a stream of smoke from under his feet had already penetrated into the corner of his trousers, and he immediately screamed.
"not good!"
He slapped the storage bag on his waist with one hand, hurriedly took out the pill and swallowed it, but within three breaths, he felt his heart spasm and twitch, and he screamed in pain, then threw away the pill bottle, and then his pupils turned white.
At this moment, a blue light shield flashed, and a figure appeared here. It was the foundation-building cultivator who was supervising the battle on this platform. He knocked the man unconscious with a palm, and then waved his sleeves, and the remaining insect clouds in the sky and the poisonous insects on the underground layer disappeared.
He looked up at Li Yan, and after saying "thirty-three wins", he picked up the cultivator and flew towards the void pavilion. The foundation-building cultivator who was supervising the battle felt depressed.
Whenever this man comes on the field, no matter where the battle is, once the opponent is poisoned by the poison he releases, most of them need to be sent to the Jindan Elder to be cured.
The reason why I say most of them is because there are several kinds of poisons that they can expel with magic power or some antidotes, but for other toxins, even the foundation-building cultivators are not sure to eliminate them in a short period of time. It just so happens that this kid can only poison and not detoxify.
At this time, there was a lot of discussion in various areas below the stage. It was obvious that more and more people were watching Li Yan's competition. After Li Yan used the Twelve Poisons of Fragmentation several times, he had attracted the attention of many people.
"This junior master has won again. Is it impossible to defeat him even if my realm is higher than his?" a cultivator asked curiously.
"Look at what you said. Didn't he lose a few games? But it seems that it is basically difficult to win against him if you are below the tenth level of Qi Condensation."
A mature-looking monk said.
"Brother, you're right. In the few matches this guy lost, his opponents were all at the tenth level of Great Perfection. Most of the time, he would automatically admit defeat after a short while of fierce fighting." Another person said bluntly.
"That's smart. He knew he couldn't win, but he didn't fight hard to avoid getting hurt! But this person is really evil. His ability to control the poison with his spiritual sense is really invisible. He has killed more than a dozen brothers."
"The main thing is that his magic power is a bit weird. He is obviously in the middle stage of the sixth level of Qi Condensation, but he can hold off the early and middle stage of the tenth level of Qi Condensation. How deep his magic power must be." "He should be in the late stage of the seventh level of Qi Condensation. I heard from a foundation-building uncle that he has a way to hide his skills, so we can't see it. But even so, it's really as you said, weird. It's good for a seventh-level Qi Condensation to hold off an eighth-level one."
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Li Yan returned to the area of Xiaozhu Peak with a calm expression. Wei Chituo and the others were used to it and smiled and nodded to him. Li Yan also smiled in return, and then took the time to sit cross-legged and meditate to recover.
In the past few days, as the number of people has decreased and the fighting time has become more and more frequent, he must seize every moment to recover his magic power.
What he didn't notice was that a pair of beautiful eyes were staring at him with increasing curiosity.
Li Yan has completely integrated into the battle in the past few days and has become more and more adept at it. The combination of the Guishui Sutra and the Twelve Poisons of Disintegration has become more and more proficient, but he has only increased the use of earth-type spiritual roots.
He no longer revealed the attributes of his other spiritual roots, which made many people believe that he had three types of spiritual roots: water, wood, and earth. Apart from a few people, only the Jindan cultivators in various peaks knew about his mixed spiritual roots, but they would not reveal the information specifically for a Qi Condensation disciple.
What frightens others the most about Li Yan is the mind-control poison. Wherever he goes, he might quietly leave the mind-control poison behind, or stimulate it underground with the "Quicksand Technique", or in the air with the "Cloud and Rain Technique", or in the wind with the "Wind Blade Technique".
This made the opponents miserable. Once the fight started, the more cautious and suspicious they were, the easier it would be for Li Yan to succeed.
Li Yan also summed up a set of attack techniques. Once he entered the battlefield, he would fly quickly around the battlefield for a few times, making the opponent curse him as shameless in his heart, not knowing where Li Yan had left a secret door.
In this way, they have to activate the protective aura at all times, release their spiritual sense at all times, and also pay attention to whether they have entered the area where Li Yan has passed.
They can also store poisons in other areas, but those poisons will quickly dissipate in a short period of time or even disappear quickly, unless they release a huge amount of poison covering the entire battlefield, but they do not have so many poisons and so much mana control.
These monks who are fighting against Li Yan must take down Li Yan as soon as possible while fully activating their protective aura and spiritual awareness. Otherwise, even if Li Yan doesn't even take action and just avoids them from a distance, they will use up all their magic power.
But Li Yan chose to use the method of mobile fighting and protection, and the headache-inducing rain curtain could not penetrate for a while. Using the earth escape technique and quicksand technique alternately, you dare not get too close.
The cultivator from Buli Peak just now used a powerful magic right at the start, and he managed to hold on even when Li Yan was in a mess. Afterwards, his cloud of insects was barely blocked by Li Yan's earth-based yellow sand magic.
Although dozens of poisonous insects passed through, they all fell into the rain in the end, trembling and paralyzed. When they fell to the ground, they turned into a large mass of gray substance, and for a moment it was unknown whether they were dead or alive.
In the last cultivator's memory, Li Yan seemed to have walked through all areas of this battlefield. He had used his spiritual power to detect a large area continuously and emitted a protective aura from time to time. Although he felt a sense of alarm in the end, he was already exhausted and had been poisoned by Li Yan's spiritual power control.
And those Foundation Establishment cultivators who were monitoring the station already knew that as long as anyone was poisoned with any of Li Yan's symptoms, the game would be declared over, and they would appear on the field at the first opportunity to knock the person out.
Now when the Qi Condensation Stage cultivators from various peaks saw Li Yan, in addition to paying more attention to him, more people were scolding him for being shameless. However, no one was sure that they could kill Li Yan in a few encounters.
But what they don't know is that among Li Yan's twelve poisons, only two can be controlled through spiritual consciousness.
One is to deal with Zhou Guaner's poison that makes people lose their minds, their eyes turn pure white, and attack all living things within their sight. He named it "Eyes and Eyes Convey Love", which makes the cultivators who hear the name of this poison in the future think that Li Yan is even more shameless and is conveying love to your sister.
Another type is called "Singing All the Way". This poison can penetrate along the stems and leaves of plants and the pores of living creatures, melting the trunks of plants and living creatures from the inside out, and finally turning into a pool of black water.
But this poison was too overbearing, and Li Yan did not dare to use it in this competition. He was afraid that once he used it, the opponent might die before the Jindan cultivator could treat him, and he did not know how to detoxify it.
Li Changting kicked the ground under his feet, and from time to time his smooth, white and round calves were revealed from the hem of his robe.
"This kid is interesting. He even defeated Ding Zhi, who was in the middle stage of the tenth level of Qi Condensation. Junior Sister Min, I think he may catch up with my Wuyi in the future."
Zhao Min felt a chill in her heart when she heard this.
"You are just like your aunt, you speak without reservation, especially the way your aunt looks at Wei Chongran."
She looked at Li Changting.
"Senior Sister Li, that kid is no match for Li Wuyi. He's not ruthless enough. It was Li Wuyi's first time participating in a Qi Condensation Stage competition, and few of his men were not seriously injured. But I really hope that kid can participate in the Life and Death Round, so that maybe he can give it a try."
Zhao Min always felt that Li Yan still had some tricks up his sleeve, and perhaps once he used them, even a cultivator who had reached the tenth level of Qi Condensation might not be able to get away with it.
"Yeah, yeah, my Wuyi is a man, and I like his hypocrisy the most."
Zhao Min was speechless for a while, and a shudder began to break out all over her body.
The moon sets and the sun rises, sets and the moon rises, and two more days pass. When the huge moon rises to the zenith, the competition enters its final moment. At this time, there are still 140 monks.
Li Yan looked at the blue light flowing on the crystal plate, which slowly condensed into two lines of words.
At the same time, a voice sounded in my ear.
"The deal is done, seventeen battle stages, thirty-three to four hundred and five."