A month passed in a blink of an eye.

This month, Mo Tiange focused on practicing, comprehending the formation, and occasionally came out to see the situation. They thought the An family and the Huang family had done the matter. The more they investigated, they found out that the two had sex. They accused the other party of instructing the younger generation to seduce their side, but they could not solve the problem, so they had to fight privately. As a result, they fought over and over again, and they could only lose both sides and the family declined. More than ten years later, the remaining monks of the two families fell one after another, and they were eliminated from Yunwu Mountain - of course, this is a later story.

Now, as long as you can't find yourself, Mo Tiange doesn't care about them. These two families were originally dog ​​biting dogs and refused to miss this opportunity to attack each other. She has a more important thing now, that is, the Yunwu Mountain Immortal Platform Association has finally begun.

At this time, there were several times more monks in Yunwu Mountain than usual. One reason was that there were naturally more people coming to participate in the Immortal Tai Club, and the other was that most of the people who participated in the Immortal Tai Club were accompanied by people, either friends or elders.

Early in the morning that day, Mo Tiange got up. At the same time, Ye Jiang also stopped healing, cleaned up his belongings, and went with him.

This is the tradition of the Xiantai Association. Just because you go to the Xiantai competition, you will have life and death. Therefore, the people who go to the competition will have relatives and friends. If you die, the relics will be taken back by relatives and friends. If there is no, they will belong to the sect.

The uncle and nephew flew along the mountain road to the peak of the Yunwu Sect, and first went to register with the gatekeeper and get the token before they could enter with the second uncle.

Seeing Ye Jiang's cultivation level in the Foundation Establishment Stage, the young disciple guarding the gate took a look. It is naturally much easier for the monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage to join the sect, and it is also very easy for them to bring their nephews and disciples into the Immortal Platform Association, so the few monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage who accompanied Ye Jiang to participate in the Immortal Platform. Only when he saw Ye Jiang's age and there was no life span, the disciple looked away. The foundation establishing monks who had no hope of advancement when they were approaching, one did not want to accept the sect, and the other was that those foundation establishing monks were unwilling to enter the sect and were bound by the sect. This was not surprising.

Today's Yunwu Sect's mountain gate is similar to the Taoist temple with a strong incense in the secular world. There are people everywhere on the mountain roads. Mo Tiange initially estimates that there are probably thousands of people. Among these more than one thousand people, even if half of them are to come to power, there are more than a thousand people. However, the sect recruits only a few dozen people, which shows fierce competition.

When you enter Yunwu Mountain Gate, there is a large square, covering an active and large area, enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people. Behind the square is a brilliant hall, surrounded by clouds and mist, which makes it look like a fairy gate.

At this time, ten arenas have been set up in the square, and there are several foundation-building monks guarding each of them, and Qi-refining monks are registering here.

The rule of this are to win more than ten people on the ring, which is considered to enter the next round. In the next competition, it will still win several people until there are dozens of people left.

The second uncle told her that it was difficult to fight at the beginning and the end. At the beginning, there were always people who wanted to get the qualification as soon as possible, and the masters had not yet played. In the end, many people who lost in other rings even fought desperately for the last chance to compete for the last chance. Most of the casualties happened at the last moment. Therefore, she decided to go to the ring almost at the middle. If she avoided the front and back, it would be easier, and it would not be easy to meet the desperate people.

When the sun rose, several messenger talismans flew out of the hall and fell directly into the hands of the monks guarding the arena. After receiving the messenger talismans, these monks announced that they would start the competition in their own arena.

Each ring is a competition, and everyone can go to the ring once, so many people will go to the ring first at the beginning, and if they don’t succeed, they will pick a weaker one and fight again. However, there are few successful ones because talismans and spirit stones will be consumed. No single cultivator has enough money to consume in this way. Even if there are, there must be no injuries in the middle, which is much harder to fight than the first time.

Mo Tiange and his two casually guarded a ring to watch, and soon they saw someone on stage. They were a strong man in his thirties and the ninth level of Qi refining.

The rule of the Xiantai Society is to register before the age of fifty, because it is difficult for monks to advance after the age of fifty. Therefore, most of the people present are in their thirties or forties, and there are not many young people like Mo Tiange who are under twenty.

The strong man handed the token to the monk in charge of registration and sang: "Who is there any fellow Taoist coming up to give me advice?" His voice was like a bell, and the people in the audience could hear it clearly.

From the beginning, there were people from the ninth level of Qi refining. The monks around this arena sighed at the bad luck. The tenth level is the highest level of Qi refining. From the beginning, they were such a high-level person. Why don’t those people from the sixth and seventh level of Qi refining feel helpless?

However, naturally, some people were unwilling to let it go. Sure enough, someone came to the stage and first handed over the token, and then greeted the strong man: "Brother, I'm asking for advice."

Both of them were polite, and then they took out their spiritual weapons and started fighting back and forth.

Ye Jiang shook his head and said, "Go to another arena to see."

Mo Tiange had no objection. The fighting method of the two monks in this ring was very ordinary. She just had a lower cultivation level, but it was not difficult to win them with the skillful Qingmu Sword and Qingmu Art.

The second arena was a battle between two people's talismans. I don't know where these two people came from, but they actually threw talismans at each other like they didn't have money, which was even more crazy than her killing the monks of the An family.

Mo Tiange thought about it and found that when he met such an opponent, he would never think of a way to throw talismans like the other party. He would not be as quick as talismans with spiritual weapons. The magic tricks would consume spiritual energy. People with many talismans would definitely win.

The next few were very ordinary, and Ye Jiang couldn't help but say "huh" in one of the rings.

Mo Tiange was curious: "What's wrong, Uncle Second?"

Ye Jiang looked at it for a while before shook his head: "This monk is very skillful in spiritual energy. I think there are either elders or those with firm minds."

Mo Tiange looked at the stage where a middle-aged man in his forties was competing with a young man in his early twenties in his qi refining 9th level. The middle-aged monk had a fan-shaped spiritual weapon in his hand, but the young man only had a defensive talisman slapped on his body, but the spell was fast and accurate, but the middle-aged monk was in a difficult position. I guess the second uncle was talking about this young man.

After watching Mo Tiange for a long time, he couldn't tell the reason, so he said, "This person is just a good magic."

Ye Jiang smiled and shook his head: "The spells used by this man are very ordinary, but his spiritual energy is running very fast. You see, he almost doesn't need to prepare for the time he takes to take action, and the magic comes out one by one. It takes an ordinary Qi Refining Cultivator to use spiritual energy before making the spells. It is precisely because of this that talismans are faster than spells, but look at him, it is not much slower than talismans. This is the limit that Qi Refining Cultivator can reach."

Mo Tiange looked carefully and found that it was true. This man made the spells look like he was sending talismans, one by one, making the opponent unable to resist.

"Being able to practice this technique is either a point that the elders give, or he has deliberately practiced the spiritual movement and spent a lot of effort. He can spend his thoughts on things that seem helpless, and the time is not short, which shows that he is a person with a firm mind."

Mo Tiange was very impressed. He admired this person's will and his second uncle's eyes as if he was so sharp. Just by looking at the young man's quick use of magic, he could infer this person's temperament.

The uncle and nephew looked around and then chose one.

Ye Jiang said: "Just here, you can go up next one."

Mo Tiange responded and watched the battle on the ring with concentration.

What is rare is that the two monks on this arena are both young, only in their twenties, and both are seventh level of Qi refining. One of them uses a flying sword, and the other uses a whip. The flying sword is a high-level spiritual weapon, and the young man who uses the sword also looks pure in spiritual energy. Gradually, the whip can only resist, because the whip is just a mid-level spiritual weapon, and he dare not touch the flying sword at all, so he can only dodge. Before he could, the young man had no choice but to admit defeat.

Hearing the foundation-building monks on the edge of the arena announced that they had won the winner, the young man with the flying sword bowed proudly and looked at everyone below the stage.

Ye Jiang said: "Go up."

Mo Tiange nodded, jumped onto the arena, first greeting the foundation-building monk next to him, and then presented a token. After the foundation-building monk confirmed that there was no problem, she clasped her fists with the young man: "I'm in Ye Xiaotian, please give me advice from my brother."

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