While looking around, Long Mobai also noticed Ruo Ling walking towards this side.

He walked towards the other party and said, "Aunt Ling, are there any rules for this main candidate?"

Ruo Ling said calmly: "Aunt Ling herself doesn't know, maybe your master will know something, maybe this competition to cultivate the true sect is for you to grab things." ”

"What!"

Long Mobai was not good after hearing this, he thought that he had a fight with these mountain sect disciples, and the result was to grab something.

The most important thing was that there were several people present who had a holiday with themselves, Slaughteri Gate Lize, Duan Qianhong of Shumen, and a jumping night cloud.

Now Long Mobai feels that he has been pitted, what kind of cultivation is a competition, it is simply a funny variety show.

After the introduction, Long Mobai looked at the competition field in front of him, which was half the size of a football field, and the edge of the central position was divided into six areas, and the areas were represented by several different colors of their respective mountain gates.

Kunlun Mountain is white, Slaughterer Gate is red, Jianmen is blue, Shumen is blue, Xiuzhen Gate is purple....

Temporarily changed the area of Xiaoyao Valley, and added the area of Mount Emei to be green.

What made Long Mobai speechless the most was that there were only three people in the huge area.

.....

As time passed, Long Mobai calmed down the helplessness in his heart, came to the area belonging to Mount Emei and sat down, he looked around with his eyes, until finally stopped in the center of the field There was an old man standing in the center, he closed his eyes and recuperated.

Long Mobai was puzzled in his heart, and suddenly thought that his grandfather didn't come to Xiuzhenmen with Xue Luo, and he hadn't seen him appear in the past few days.

"Ladies and gentlemen... This competition of cultivating the true sect is different from the past, there is no need for you mountain sect disciples to compete with each other, but whether you can carry the sword intent of the immortal elder, a stick of incense is limited.... The winner gets a token to go to the Sealed Sword Tower. ”

At this time, Duan Qianliu's voice affected the sky, and Long Mobai almost fell off the chair after hearing it.

I thought that such a competition was not in accordance with common sense, but it was okay to win the first game to get the token, and climb the tower to get the three swords of the Son of Heaven in the second game, just obeying my wishes.

It was not only Long Mobai who wanted to get the three swords of the Son of Heaven, their existence was already a genuine magic weapon, and each one of them killed people without a trace.

The seven sons of Kunlun who came this time are Taoist love, Taoist infatuation, and Taoist divorce.

They sat on the observation tower not far away, looking at the disciples of the major mountain gates like mirrors.

Especially Dao Fengqing's eyes looked at the night clouds, with a shallow smile on his face.

He seemed to perceive the night

Yunxiao's control of true qi has reached the point of lifting weights like light.

I don't think there's anything wrong with sticking to a stick of incense.

Liu Jianghong, the master of Shumen, also arrived and was surprised, this year's big competition, three of the seven sons of Kunlun came, is there another purpose?

They did have a purpose, they wanted to take Luo Xihan back to Kunlun Mountain after Dabi was over.

Luo Xihan's early cultivation had been passed back to the mountain gate by the disciples in the sect, and even Dao Ruthless didn't know about it.

As Long Mobai's old opponent, King Yue, he was already lurking outside the Xiuzhen Gate, waiting for the opportunity.

In addition to him, there is also Du Zhennan, Huang Wenqi, an old man in yellow clothes.

Until everyone arrived, they came on the field.

Looking at the Dao ruthlessness upstairs, he didn't see the stinky boy, and he was puzzled.

"Senior Brother Ruthless, I heard those disciples in the sect say that it is true that Xi Han is dealing with a man without a mountain gate?"

It was Dao Fengqing who asked, but Dao Ruthless's face was calm, he thought of the Holy Ancestor's previous advice in his heart, and Dao Fengqing was a narrow-minded person, he didn't dare to say anything.

"Senior Brother Fengqing, the old man doesn't know about this..."Dao shook his head ruthlessly.

It seems that these disciples cannot fully believe what they say, and we will punish them when we turn around. ”

Beside him was a fat old man with a fat face and small eyes, smiling like a bottle of Maitreya Buddha with hair.

"Alas, why should the junior brother bother to mobilize the people..."Dao Fengqing said slowly.

Dao Wuru was not calm in his heart, he knew very well that the three junior disciples on his side were closed from the mountain, and this time the three of them came to cultivate the true door.

He seemed to sense that something was busy with him and didn't let anyone know.

As several people talked, familiar figures continued to appear in the field.

Long Mobai, who pretended to be Wei Yuran, was also among them, and he was now a female disciple of Mount Emei.

As soon as she appeared, she became the focus of the audience, and the masters of the major mountain gates also noticed the female disciples in front of them.

Looking at the few old antiques upstairs with a look of surprise, they couldn't see each other's cultivation.

Dao Li Qing Poison exclaimed: "It's strange, this little girl can restrain her cultivation to the point that even the old man can't see through it." ”

"Emei's Taiwu Picture Scroll and Wudang's Heavenly Silkworm Duel are called peerless secret techniques, which are unfathomable. ”

"Alas... It's a pity that the Taixuan True Scripture of Kunlun Mountain is lost..."

As a few old guys from Kunlun Mountain talked, the sword Wuxian in the field looked solemn, as if he wanted to launch the sword intent.

"Guys, don't let the old man down..."

Suddenly, a condensed and awe-inspiring coercion emanated from Jian Wuxian's body, focusing on himself and spreading out in all directions.

In the blink of an eye, Long Mobai and the others had already been enveloped, and he was sitting in it, his face expressionless, and his heart was like water.

It seems that feeling this cold coercion, like sharp steel needles piercing the surface of his skin, will be painful and unbearable.

For Long Mobai, it is not painful or itchy, and there are no waves.

Even Luo Xihan frowned, and she could feel a tingling sensation all over her body.

To insist on a stick of incense for a long time, it is not only necessary to have endurance and willpower.

Otherwise, it will be difficult to persevere, and the sword intent of the sword is naturally not to be underestimated, and the sword intent that he has practiced for hundreds of years is being tempered every moment.

As long as he is willing, with a thought, these sharp edges instantly turn into invisible blades, killing people invisibly.

The only difference between his sword intent and Long Mobai's was that he did not have the power of heavenly thunder that contained various attributes.

Long Mobai opened one eye and closed one eye, glanced at Luo Xihan with the rest of his eyes, and saw that the other party's willow eyebrows were all tightly together.

Others are no better, just as painful.

On the high platform not far in front of them, a bowl of large incense burners was placed, and when they saw the finger-thick incense stick, everyone's faces froze, it was not only thick, but slowly ignited.

Long Mobai pondered in his heart, why was he not discovered, and he had to pretend to be in pain?

Xue Luo saw Long Mobai's demeanor in the distance, and she thought that he would not be able to sit still for such a long time of incense.

Long Mobai decided to take advantage of this time to condense the sword intent for the six swords.

In this way, each sword has its own sword intent power, plus six is six times the power, plus the power of the sword itself, it is simply invincible.

For example, the power of the Tai'a sword itself, and the power of the sword intent are even more terrifying.

Long Mobai decided to start with the Tai'a Sword, as the sword heart, to condense the sword intent, its prestige and sword intent complement each other.

Time passed little by little, and not far behind Long Mobai, sitting was Zhichuan, a great disciple of the Xiuzhen Sect.

He sat cross-legged without changing his face, and the person he was thinking of in his heart was Qin Rongrong.

Zhichuan is a lover, and he has a deep affection for Qin Rongrong, but the other party doesn't think so.

Qin Rongrong was born in the royal family, and the power in her hands is what she wants most.

Therefore, she wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to choose a fast son-in-law of Chenglong, use it for her, and instigate it for her.