The rock pavilion is surrounded by white clouds and a wind that can travel thousands of miles.

Two points of rainbow light walked side by side and rose up. They went straight up ten feet and suddenly split into two points. They went their separate ways.

However, before it flew more than one foot, its momentum was reduced, and it swayed and swayed, like a drunkard returning home after being drunk.

Seeing this, Li Xianyuan in the pavilion had no choice but to call back the two swords, combine them into one, and put them into the scabbard behind him.

Li Xianyuan practiced sword control for a whole month, but he could only do so much.

In a month's time, my cultivation has returned to the fifth level of Qi Refining, and is not far from the sixth level, just in these few days. There are still two days left before the six factions competition.

After thinking about it for a month, Li Xianyuan got up, walked out of the pavilion and walked along the mountain road towards the mansion.

There was mist in the early morning, and the coolness invaded the body. Ten days had passed since the frost season, and autumn was in full swing on the mountains, with leaves slowly falling. Li Xianyuan exhaled, feeling faintly.

Li Xianyuan's body became weaker and weaker. His cheeks were bloodless, and he didn't know whether it was due to the cold or something else.

The sky was covered with a layer of mist and somewhat cool. Li Xianyuan tightened his robe and returned to the mansion.

The mansion is the same as it was a month ago, except that the maid has put on a coat, instead of the cool and exposed arm-length clothes in summer.

First, he went to see his master to invite him. Ning Jiya often went to the pavilion to see him, so the master and apprentice had no relationship. Then they went to see Ximen Haiyao and Lu Nianlei. The former's competition among the six factions had nothing to do with her, and the latter

Li Xianyuan had already left the customs before. When he saw Li Xianyuan, he called him "Senior Brother."

There was no emotion in his words, but at least he no longer pretended to be so. Li Xianyuan nodded as a return gift.

Afterwards, I returned to the room, which was often cleaned by the maid, and felt slightly warm.

The so-called relaxation is appropriate. After these two days, Li Xianyuan stopped practicing hard and wandered around Yangqing Peak. Speaking of which, he had never walked around this huge mountain peak.

Perhaps the competition is approaching, and disciples from other sects on the mountain are often seen. The mountain peaks are much more lively.

The competition between the six sects is simple to say. First, each sect selects a hundred new disciples, and then lets these six hundred people compete.

It’s just that the reality is much crueler. The competition between the six sects is not limited to identity, and registered disciples can also participate. However, the Initiation Ceremony recruits nearly 100,000 disciples, which means that only a hundred of these people can break out of the siege.

Therefore, the rewards are quite generous. As long as you are ranked among the top 100, you can get a Yang Qi Pill. If you are still ranked in the six factions competition, there will be other rewards.

The rare thing about Yang Qi Pill is that the spiritual energy during the period is closely related to the cultivation level. For example, when Li Xianyuan goes to practice Qi, his cultivation level is like this. When he goes to build the foundation, the spiritual power will be more intense. This is also the reason why it is so rare.

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Yangqing Peak is so huge that it took two hours for Li Xianyuan to walk only to a part of it, and met many people from the other five sects. People from the six sects got along well with each other, and they talked and laughed in a polite manner.

When I went to sign up for the six-sect competition, most of the disciples in line were talking about the six-sect competition two days later. They looked excited and vowed to get some fame.

Li Xianyuan's ancient well was untroubled. After burning incense, he received the wooden sign and successfully signed up, and went straight back to his mansion.

There is a guest in the house. It is said that he is an elder of the Zhengyang Sect. He is an old friend of the master and is here to visit.

After meeting the guests, Li Xianyuan returned to the room until the big competition arrived two days later.

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The next morning, there was a lot of noise outside the window. Cranes and beasts roared, and swords chanted incessantly. Getting up from the couch, Li Xianyuan, dressed in inner clothes, walked to the window, opened it and looked out.

The coolness of the early morning rushes in, and the sky is full of rainbow lights, which is very lively.

Because the Chunyang Sect is among the six sects and not far away from the five sects, it has no choice but to become the place for competition.

After closing the window, Li Xianyuan turned around and washed himself. He put on his Taoist robe and tied his Taoist crown. He stood in front of the bronze mirror and turned around to go out.

The competition venue was at the main peak. Li Xianyuan's first competition was at Sishi. Now it was a quarter of a second from Fangmao and there was still time. So he took a leisurely stroll down the mountain and went straight to the main peak.

An hour later, Li Xianyuan walked to the competition place.

Here is a wide square, with hundreds of competition stages erected. Countless disciples of the Chunyang Sect are already competing on the stage. The swords are shining, the swords are shining, and the people are shouting. The seats surrounding the square are already full, and there is a roar of people.

What's more, there are no seats to sit on, so they stand or sit on flying swords, floating above the square. There are also people riding spiritual beasts, which attract the envy of many people.

There is a hall at the back of the square, and there are vague figures in the hall. Among them are the elders of the six sects. They talk and reminisce about the past, but they don't watch much of the competition.

Most of the people sitting at the table were disciples of the Chunyang Sect, and there were also quite a few disciples of the other five sects. Because they had to rush, the other five sects selected a hundred disciples in advance before coming to the Chunyang Sect. After the Chunyang Sect selected a hundred disciples, they would compete together.

There were sounds of swords and swords on the stage, and there was a lot of bustle and excitement below the stage. Feeling noisy, Li Xianyuan frowned slightly and found an empty place to sit down.

There are hundreds of competition stages, and from time to time there are two people walking down the stage to decide the winner.

It is said that swords have no eyes, and it is impossible to stop fighting during a fight. Therefore, all contestants will receive one or five ghost transporting talismans. Anyone who is dangerously injured will be removed by the five ghosts and will be automatically judged as a loser.

The competition lasts for five days. Of the 87,000 disciples participating this time, only 100 will remain within the five days.

Most of the people participating in the competition were in the Qi refining stage. They only had a few moves. The field was dazzling, and they were defeated very quickly, but the winner could be determined by just a dozen moves.

At first, some disciples could be seen refusing to kill them. However, as time went on, when they saw other platforms being moved by the five ghosts, they gradually relaxed and used sharp moves to go straight to the vital points.

Time passed and a cup of tea passed. There were only a dozen or so people still fighting in the hundreds of competition arenas.

It's just the first battle, so naturally there won't be any fight between dragons and tigers, or evenly matched battles. The strength of the disciples is uneven. In the remaining dozen or so martial arts competitions, the disciples are already panting from exhaustion. They look like an old man, raising a sword, you... It's very boring to do this exercise for me. However, the disciples in the field have serious and solemn faces. Even on this cool day, the sweat is soaked through the Taoist robes.

After half a cup of tea, the last martial arts competition ended.

Except for the deacons, there was no one else in the square. At the second quarter of the hour, a new batch of disciples came to the competition stage.

There were only a few empty seats, but they were filled in an instant.

The light of swords and shadows filled the scene again. Li Xianyuan sat and waited for half an hour. It was already past time.

The final round comes to Li Xianyuan.

He stood up from his seat and walked into a competition stage in the middle according to the number on the wooden sign. Surrounded by several circles of competition stages, it was difficult for the surrounding disciples to notice this place.

Li Xianyuan glanced at the main hall through the many competition stages. It was too far away, and his spiritual consciousness could not detect whether the master was there.

The person fighting on the same martial arts stage as Li Xianyuan was a young man in gray robes with an ordinary appearance. When he saw Li Xianyuan, he showed a bitter look, cupped his hands and said, "Brother, please show mercy."

He was only a registered disciple, but unexpectedly he met his direct disciple at the first meeting.

"Please." Li Xianyuan said calmly, pulling out the spiritual sword on his back.
Chapter completed!