"I have been living in seclusion in Wunan for hundreds of years.
When I first set foot on the Central Plains, I wanted to make my own name in the world of Daqian cultivation and test the sword.
Naturally, I would not refuse."
Li Yao said coldly, "However, along the way, I have suppressed my murderous intention and never made a move.
I just wanted to find someone worthy of taking action!"
"You are not worthy of my action!"
Jie Xinghuo laughed angrily: "Haha, hahahaha, I didn't expect that the Wuman monk, apart from his ability to dance with snakes and cause miasma, is also so sharp with his tongue.
I just don't know if your swords are as sharp as your tongue!
" Li Yao narrowed his eyes and said sadly: "Okay, okay, okay, since fellow Taoist Jie is bent on death, I would naturally like the beauty of adulthood.
However, a soldier like you is really not enough.
What other senior brothers, masters, and generals do you have?"
If you are a close friend, please hurry up and invite them over, find ten or eight of them, list them all clearly in the way you want to die, and I will take care of them so that you can get what you want!"
"you……" Jie Xinghuo was so angry that stars appeared in his eyes.
"Go quickly!"
In Li Yao's eyes, two small green flames flickered again, shooting towards the depths of Jie Xinghuo's soul.
Just trying to show off his power, Li Yao didn't really want to go on a killing spree.
He has killed countless people in his life, but he only killed those who deserved to be killed.
Punishing people for words and killing people in anger is not what a cultivator who grew up in a modern civilization and legal society should do.
Two green fires went straight into Jie Xinghuo's brain and exploded with a "bang", causing Jie Xinghuo to tremble violently.
The world around him seemed to turn into green, like a ghost cave.
Looking at Li Yao, he looked like a ferocious-looking man.
The ghost king!
Cold sweat broke out on his forehead for an instant, and then he realized that he had really offended a very difficult person to offend.
He said "Ah" and was frozen on the spot.
Li Yao glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw Ling Lanyin striding towards here with several Lingxiao swordsmen.
It was obvious that this little girl was afraid that he would kill him if he disagreed, and she even sought revenge on Lingshan Dao afterwards, causing endless trouble.
Li Yao stopped when he saw that, shook his sleeves, turned around and walked away.
This small dispute quickly spread around, and many monks pointed fingers at the two, and the name "Master Lingjiu" also spread among many monks.
After Qi Zhongdao heard the words "Master Lingjiu", he once again cast a solemn and suspicious look at Li Yao.
This made Li Yao's evaluation of him even lower.
Li Yao stared at Yan Liren.
The dwarf Yuanying had finished measuring the sky, but he glanced at the monks present one by one.
His eyes were still stupid, his lips were still trembling, and the ten thick and short His fingers were pointing wildly, not knowing what he was calculating.
This time, his eyes were also cast on Li Yao.
However, the eyes of the two people did not collide, but passed each other lightly like two wisps of smoke.
Li Yao could feel that Yan Liren did not regard him as a "person", but as some kind of object, an obstacle on the sword trial field.
Li Yao suddenly understood what Yan Liren was foolishly calculating.
He is calculating how many "obstacles" there are on the sword trial field, as well as the size, distribution and positioning of these obstacles, and how much impact they will have on the battle!
"Yan Liren will definitely win!"
Li Yao secretly thought in his heart, he can guarantee it with the head on his neck!
At this time, Ling Lan changed into a long purple gauze dress and walked to the "bull's eye" in the center of the sword trial field.
Starting from the bullseye, circles on the ground all made a "buzzing" sound, releasing strong psychic energy fluctuations.
"Seniors and fellow Taoists, welcome everyone to attend the Longquan Conference held every five years by our sect!"
Ling Lan saluted in all directions and continued, "Every time at the Longquan Conference, in addition to displaying the various weapons and magic weapons that our sect has refined in the past five years, we will also display some of the weapons and magic weapons we have refined from all over the ancient holy world.
The rare treasures collected are for seniors and fellow Taoists to evaluate and study!
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" "This year's Longquan Conference is better than previous years, but three ancient spiritual swords from the prehistoric era have been completed!"
"The ancients called famous swordsmen.
Before the sword was made, for thousands of years, the Red Pansy Mountain broke out and tin came out.
For thousands of years, the Ruoye River dried up and copper came out!
When the sword was made, Thunder God struck iron, Yu Niang poured water, and dragons held the stove. , the Emperor of Heaven prepared the charcoal, and the swordsmith accepted the order of Heaven and worked hard with the gods for ten years to make the sword!
After the sword was completed, the gods returned to heaven, the Chijin Mountain closed as before, and the waves of the Ruoye River rose again!
" "The three ancient spiritual swords that our sect has newly refined cannot be said to be forged with such a miraculous method, but their sharpness is quite impressive!"
"If you want to bring out the full potential of such an ancient sword, you must have two unparalleled masters in the world!"
"This time, our sect is fortunate to have Zhengyi, the master of Taixuan Dao, come here to test the sword with Yan Liren, the elder of our sect.
There are also so many seniors and fellow Taoists watching, which really makes our sect flourish.
Hui, what an honor!”
Ling Lan's words caused a buzz, especially among the Taixuan Dao monks, whose expressions became particularly ugly.
The first news they received was that the Ziji Sword Sect had recently completed a secret sword from the Great Desolation, and they wanted to use this sword to compete with the "Fantian Seal" of Qi Zhongdao.
Unexpectedly, what the Ziji Sword Sect forged through sacrifice was not one ancient sword, but three!
However, the competition in the world of cultivation is like this.
Magic weapons are also part of the strength.
As long as they can be carried on the body and the spiritual energy can be circulated, of course, you can use as many magic weapons as you have.
Let alone three handles, people have to do thirty tricks at a time.
The sword is also his skill.
"The Ziji Sword Sect refuses to let go in order to keep its interests firmly in mind.
They even took out the coffin book."
Li Yao thought in his heart, looking forward to this competition more and more.
What are the so-called "Secret Sword of the Ancient World" and "Fantian Seal"?
"The ancient spiritual swords are extremely powerful, and the Fantian Seal is the most precious treasure in the world.
When they collide with each other, it will inevitably be affected!"
Ling Lanyin continued, "Our sect has set up ten levels of defensive restrictions on the sword trial field.
Seniors and fellow Taoists, please use your ability to choose a suitable viewing location to avoid unwarranted injuries!"
"Wave,!"
Following Ling Lanyin's words, the ten rings embedded in the ground each emerged with psychic shields for defense inward, like transparent eggshells, which were constantly placed on the sword testing ground.
Only then did Li Yao understand the meaning of this huge "archery target" on the ground.
The powerful dialogue between Qi Zhongdao and Yan Liren, who were holding peerless magic weapons, was of course huge and powerful.
The shock waves caused by the fierce collision between the two parties, and the fragments ejected by the magic weapons colliding with each other, may injure others. .
There are ten circles of arrow targets on the ground.
If you stand on the outermost edge and watch the battle, you can be protected by ten layers of defensive restrictions.
Even if there are magic weapon fragments that penetrate the ten layers of restrictions, they must be greatly weakened and weak.
Of course, if you rely on your strength and are not afraid of being affected by the duel between the two masters, you can stand inside.
The closer you are to the "bull's eye", the fewer layers of prohibition protection you have and the higher the risk factor.
Because the psychic shield itself is glowing with colorful light waves, and it also slightly distorts the surrounding space, the scene inside must be quite blurry through ten layers of colorful restrictions.
Only the further inside you stand, the clearer you see things.
This is the same as buying a ticket to watch a football match.
This is the time to test the audience’s strength and courage.
Those who rely on their strong spiritual power and profound cultivation and want to clearly observe the competition between the two masters can naturally stand in the center and be close at hand.
If you are just here to join in the fun and for the sake of your own life, then you should stand back!
At the Longquan Conference in the past, there were some tragedies that accidentally injured others.
Many monks were familiar with this set of rules.
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When the arc-shaped defensive restrictions were slowly raised, most of the cultivators moved back. .
Some people exited the third floor, some exited the fifth or seventh floor, and some people retreated all at once.
Seeing that there were no Taoist friends around them, they blushed and gritted their teeth and moved forward two floors.
Only thirty or fifty Nascent Soul-level masters, as well as the golden elixir masters who swollen their faces and pretended to be fat, were still standing at the innermost position, where they had no protection and could be swept away by the swords, lights, and shadows of the two masters at any time.
Li Yao is naturally one of them.
He crossed his arms and stared coldly at Yan Liren, but he turned a blind eye to the questioning looks cast at him by those Nascent Soul monsters who had also been famous for a long time in the "First Circle".
Jie Xinghuo from Lingshan Road retreated three times, looking for his close friends and seniors in his sect while locking Li Yao's position.
When he saw that Li Yao did not retreat but advanced, and reached the first lap, he couldn't help but sucked in a breath of air, and his teeth became more painful.
"Master Xie, why are you so worried?"
A fat man with a fat head and big ears, probably weighing three to five hundred pounds, swayed his body fat and leaned towards him.
"Uncle Liao!"
As if grasping a life-saving straw, Jie Xinghuo hurriedly bowed down deeply and gritted his teeth and said, "Uncle Mingjian, the sorcerer monk Master Lingjiu just made such arrogant remarks.
He not only insulted our Lingshan Dao, but also insulted the reputation of Master Zhengyi. , and even our entire Daqian cultivation world was ridiculed into disgrace!"
"What else did he say?
He asked his nephew to find ten or eight masters and uncles and come forward to die together.
This means that he didn't even take Uncle Liao's 'Qishan Way' seriously!"
"Well, I naturally heard your conversation."
"Uncle Liao" said with a smile, his two small eyes filled with fat were filled with fierce murderous intent, "The frog in the well from the corner of Wunan is so brazen and shameless, it's really ridiculous!"
"Where is this Fellow Spirit Vulture now?
Hey, do you dare to stand in the first circle?"
"Uncle Liao" rolled his eyes and laughed dumbly, "Could it be that he is really an ignorant fanatic who doesn't even know the power of the Longquan Conference!
Let's see how he behaves and looks ugly later!"
"bite!"
There was a lingering sound of swords clashing, causing the noise of everyone present to gradually cease, while an elusive and chilling aura slowly began to arise.
All spectators stand in different circles.
Qi Zhongdao, Yan Liren, Iron Sage and Sword Crazy slowly walked towards the "bull's eye" in the center of the sword testing field!