There is no time in the mountains. Half a year has passed since Song Yin started to teach his fellow disciples how to make elixirs and cultivate their bodies.
In the early morning, smoke rises from the small village at the foot of Pingdingshan Mountain. Every household opens their doors and begins their hard work every day.
The dishes were stewed in a steaming pot, the oil in the iron pan was sizzling, and the steamer on the side over the boiling water was also emitting white steam.
“Hurry, hurry, hurry!”
The village chief, Su Yougen, shouted with great energy: "Hurry up and prepare, don't delay the Immortal's meal!"
The mortal prepared wooden food boxes and carrying poles, put the cooked food into plates, and placed them neatly in the food boxes. Then he picked up the carrying pole and divided the people into ten groups, with Su Yougen taking the lead, and they walked towards the mountain path together.
The winding mountain path seemed very long, but these people walked very quickly. After about half an hour, they reached the top of the mountain and saw the mountain gate standing above.
Inside the mountain gate is the top of Pingding Mountain, the headquarters of the Jinxian Sect.
As soon as they entered the mountain gate, they saw the extremely tall pagoda. In the square below the pagoda, more than 20 disciples were fighting each other in chaos.
"drink!"
Among the crowd, a tall and strong disciple opened his mouth and shouted, and like a muffled thunder, a ball of energy exploded, blowing away a disciple who was attacking him.
The disciple who was blown away flipped several times in the air. When his body was hanging upside down in the air, he directly cast a mind-bewitching spell, and then his body fell down and grabbed towards the tall and strong disciple like a cheetah.
"madness!"
The tall and strong disciple shouted, "We all have no doubts. Illusions such as mind-boggling tricks and eye-smoothing tricks are useless!"
He pressed his fists downward, and his whole body seemed to be twisted, as if air was rising up, forming a shadow. The shadow swung his fists together with this man, and collided with the claws of the charging man, knocking him away with one punch, and he fell to the ground.
The disciple lay on the ground with his teeth bared, then he struggled to get up, swung his arms, and said with a cupped hand, "Senior Brother Wang Hu, you are truly amazing."
Wang Hu bowed to the other party, smiled bitterly, and glanced to the side.
The square was clearly divided into two halves. One half was used for their disciples to practice, while the other half had only four people.
Zhang Feixuan, who was dressed in brocade clothes, waved his folding fan, and a ball of blood flew forward and exploded in the center. Countless blood blades burst out in all directions and accurately attacked the other three people.
"ha!"
Wang Qizhen took a deep breath, his arms expanded violently, and he punched the blood blade directly, breaking it into pieces.
Gao Sishu's body stiffened and turned directly into a sculpture made of the same material as the bluestone brick, allowing the bloody blade to cut it into pieces.
"whee!"
Lingling, who had two buns on her head, giggled and raised one hand, and one of the dolls tied to her waist flew up. The doll opened its arms and a dark light emanated from its body. The scattered blood blades seemed to have found their target and actually changed direction, flying towards the doll and tearing it to pieces. However, the blood blades disappeared as they tore the doll apart.
Lingling's head tilted, her eyes were filled with darkness, and the moment the blood blade disappeared, she looked towards Zhang Feixuan.
But at this moment, Zhang Feixuan himself turned blood red, full of lines, and exploded directly into a ball of splashing blood, evaporating in the air.
"Hmm?" Lingling's pretty eyebrows frowned slightly. Before she could react, the bluestone slab behind her bulged upwards as if it was melting and shaping, turning into a tall and thin figure.
Gao Sishu stretched out his palm forward and stabbed at Lingling's neck like a knife.
call!
But at this moment, a strong wind blew.
Wang Qizhen appeared in mid-air, one of his feet transformed into a huge animal hoof, and fell like a meteorite, smashing straight towards the two of them.
Gao Sishu turned around instantly, twisted his body at an incredible angle, tapped his feet on the ground, and turned away in an instant.
Bang!
The bluestone bricks shattered and splashed, creating a gust of wind that blew the robes and hair of the disciples in the other half of the square into fluttering.
The bell that was lifted up by the impact opened its mouth and let out a silver bell-like laugh, and the bells on the ankles swayed wildly due to the impact, making jingling sounds.
Her body shook in mid-air, as if it was about to fall apart, and with a snap, it was disassembled into five smiling rag dolls, which fell directly around Wang Qizhen who had just landed with a black light.
boom!
The black light exploded and directly submerged Wang Qizhen's figure, and one of the rag dolls flew out directly, and after falling to the ground, a ball of black light burst out and condensed into the shape of a bell.
Gao Sishuo, who had just dodged, had just landed on the ground for a while when a ball of blood gathered on the side. Zhang Feixuan waved his folding fan, and brought up another ball of gathered blood blades, pressing straight towards him.
Gao Sishu was unable to dodge, and his arms emitted a green light to protect himself, allowing the blood blades to hit him. He was forced to retreat step by step. The exploding blood blades not only hit his arms, but also flew around his body, cutting his clothes and causing a number of minor wounds.
Just as Zhang Feixuan raised the corner of his mouth, he saw Gao Sishu quickly extend two fingers from one of his hands and make a seal.
"burst!"
Peng!
Around Zhang Feixuan, balls of green mist suddenly exploded and enveloped his body.
"poison"
Zhang Fei's eyes narrowed and he quickly retreated out of the range of the green mist. At the same time, he swung his folding fan, which blew up a scarlet wind and blew away the mist. However, it was obviously too late, as his face was already covered in bruises.
He swayed a few times before he managed to surround them and asked, "Has the trap been set long ago?"
Gao Sishu didn't say anything, just shook his hand. The cut on his arm was quite big.
Lingling clapped her hands, jumped and laughed, "Haha, haha! It's fun! Let's do it again!"
The smoke dispersed, revealing Wang Qi’s dirty figure that had been blown up. He spat and his body made a crackling sound. “Fuck you!”
The four of them occupied the four corners again, looked at each other, and were about to continue their action.
when!
But at this moment, a bell suddenly rang from the upper floor of the tower hall, and its echo reverberated in the square for a while. As the sound rang, a heroic young man walked out of the main hall door slowly and said loudly:
"Morning class is over! Please wait for a moment, brothers!"
Following his words, everyone stopped.
"Damn it, if you have the ability, why don't you use the escape technique? Why am I always the clumsiest one every time?" Wang Qi pointed at them and cursed.
Zhang Feixuan shrugged, "My own method doesn't work, so I can't blame others. Fourth brother, remove the poison."
Gao Sishu nodded silently, and the seal started again. Zhang Feixuan exhaled a breath of green air, and his purple face returned to normal.
At the same time, he waved his folding fan, and a ball of blood flew directly towards Gao Sishu, healing the wounds on his body.
"Hey, you're not going to fight anymore?"
Lingling felt a little lost.
Zhang Feixuan glanced at the girl and his eyes twitched.
This guy was always unscathed and at ease every time, but they suffered varying degrees of injuries every time they fought.
It has been like this for three months since the competition began. Even if they feel they are strong enough, they still cannot see through the bell.
As for the one at the temple gate
Zhang Feixuan glanced at Sun Jiubei who was standing at the door with his back straight and shook his head. This was even more amazing. Not only had he reached the third level of fighting power in half a year, but his iron body was simply unable to break through the defense. He was like the eldest senior brother. Now, no one would take him to a fight because he would be useless.