The attendant of his own Taoist boy stepped forward and ordered people to walk under the magic mirror one by one to identify whether it was a fine work of the demon gate. Since the beginning www.biquge.info of the opening of heaven and earth, there have been two ways of Xuan and Demon, regardless of the means. The Taixuan Mountain Gate is reopened, the Demon Sect will never ignore it, and will definitely try its best, either send the fine work to mix into the inner gate, or disturb each other in groups, always make the Taixuan Sword Sect lose face, and the day before yesterday, the Blood Youzi was born again, and the remnants of the Blood River Sect have revived, although the Taixuan Sword Sect is not afraid, but if they are disgraced, it will also be disgusting.

Everyone in the audience was silent, like a duck pinched by the neck, pulling their heads, shrinking their stomachs, and walking under the magic mirror one by one. Everyone has to stand under the magic mirror for a few breaths, the magic mirror has a foot square, the mirror is gloomy, and the surrounding is engraved with Taoist charms, and it is known at a glance that it is an antiquity of more than hundreds of years.

Most of the people who came to participate in the big competition have only learned boxing and sword sitting skills for a few years, and they are only a mortal master, where have they seen the magic weapon of the fairy family, the flying sword? Look at the magic mirror and count the breaths, if it is still gloomy, then change to the next person to try.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of people walked under the mirror. The mirror was silent. Fang Youde clapped his hands and said to Ling Chong: "Brother Ling, I'm going to try that mirror, will you go or not?" Ling Chong looked at the man in white, nodded and said, "Okay, sooner or later, I'll have to accompany Brother Fang to see it." ”

The voice fell, only to hear a commotion coming, "Look! Mirror!" "Huh, why did the mirror change color?" Ling Chong raised his eyes to look, but saw that the golden light on the surface of the magic mirror was flowing erratically, and suddenly poured down, covering a person below. The man was a middle-aged man, and when he saw the golden light falling, his complexion changed greatly, and he drove away from the light.

Zhao Chengfeng raised his eyelids and shouted: "Demon Sect thief, where to escape!" A sword light flew up in his sleeve, like a spiritual snake, catching up with the person in the blink of an eye, only out of thin air, and in the scream, the middle-aged man was cut in half, and blood and internal organs were sprayed all over the ground. Zhao Chengfeng didn't look at the corpse, raised his hand to collect the sword light, and shouted: "Wait until you hear clearly, if you are found to have a demonic path cultivation by looking at the magic mirror, this will be the end!"

The rest of the people were silent, most of them had a few lives in their hands, and they had killed people with their own hands, but like Zhao Chengfeng, they were decisive and ruthless, and they still felt very uncomfortable, but thinking that as long as they passed the three levels, they could go straight to the immortal gate and cultivate the Dao Law, not only could they live forever, but they could also control the supreme authority, but they all had a fine light in their eyes.

Ren Qing looked at it in his eyes and shook his head secretly: "Most of these people are greedy for profit, and they are dedicated to themselves, and it is almost the same to worship the Demon Sect, and I will also be cleaned up in the future." Suddenly, Fang Youde took a few steps forward, knocked a few people in front of him aside, and stood under the magic mirror with a smile. Those few people were hit, they were furious, but seeing that Fang Youde Kongwu was powerful, rough hands and feet, thinking of the way he was carrying the Ding and eating meat, he shivered, leaned aside, and did not dare to fight.

The essence of the magic mirror flowed, and suddenly a ray of Xuanguang shone through, and a golden light rose on Fang Youde's body, and it was closed as soon as it touched the Xuanguang. The essence of the magic mirror flashed and fell silent. Zhao Chengfeng only felt that the root of his back teeth was a little itchy, and Ren Qing also had a ghostly expression. The two of them saw that the golden light of Fang Cai was clearly a talisman spell such as the Buddha light of the Buddha Gate, and those who cultivated such talisman magic in the Buddha Gate were all high monks and great virtues, subduing demons and subduing demons, and sitting on one side.

That Fang Youde is young, never more than thirty years old, and actually cultivated this secret method of Buddhism, showing that his qualifications are extraordinary, and he was born with a Buddha fate, so he didn't practice Buddhism well, and he came to Taixuanfeng to participate in the entrance competition. The two of them were like punches in the air, and their chests were extremely tight. But the Taixuan Sword Sect has a word first, as long as it is not a demon sect, under the fetal realm, those who have the heart to worship the Taixuan can come. Although Fang Youde cultivated the magic of Buddhism, he was by no means a spy of the Demon Gate, although the two felt awkward, they couldn't find any excuse to knock him down the mountain.

Fang Youde looked at the golden light on his body, and seemed to be quite distressed, and beckoned to Ling Chong, signaling him to follow, and then passed the door, standing aside with his crossed hands. Most of the people present didn't know the Buddhist magic he had just cast, and they couldn't see the mystery, but Ling Chong and the others were in their hearts.

Li Yuanqing secretly scolded himself: "This guy doesn't want to be faceless, obviously cultivating the magic power of Buddhism, it is good to worship in Lenga Temple and King Kong Temple, but Baba came here, and he has to enter the Taixuan Sword! This party has a virtuous body and is extremely thick, but it is my strong enemy, and it should not be taken lightly!"

A tall red-clothed girl in the crowd frowned slightly, sneered, and said to herself: "It's good to have a seed of cultivating Buddha, but you want to learn and practice swordsmanship, isn't it the opposite of the opposite? If the Taixuan Sword Sect really accepts him as an entry, I don't know how to get a headache!" A girl dressed as a maid next to her smiled and asked: "Did the county lord mean that the big man just now?" The slave maid saw that there was a golden light flashing on his body, could it be that person pretended to be a senior monk in that temple?"

The girl's name is Fengxi, and she is the county lord of the Yufeng Kingdom in the Nine Kingdoms. The Yufeng Kingdom and the Xia Kingdom have been fighting for many years, and it is a feud, if it weren't for the suppression of the immortal master of the Taixuan Sword Sect, they would have fought to the death. The county lord of Fengxi is also very intelligent, and he has the ambition to be born since he was a child, and he has practiced the secret preaching method of the Yufeng royal family, and he has entered the country. This is why he was selected to participate in the Taixuan Competition.

She had already seen Li Yuanqing, under the influence of feud, she would not have a very good face for that Li Yuanqing, if Li Yuanqing worshiped into the immortal gate and cultivated a spell, she was afraid that the Yufeng royal family would one day be killed by him. Therefore, in this big competition, the lord of Fengxi County is determined to win, even if he loses the election, he must do whatever it takes to find a way to stir up Li Yuanqing's apprenticeship.

Outside the crowd, a young man stood proudly with his hands in his hands, wearing a white robe, all woven with dragon silk, not drowning in the water, and not burning in the fire. A middle-aged Taoist priest beside him was even more calm, and the two of them walked over Shi Shiran, and saw Fang Youde wearing Buddha light and walking under the magic mirror.

The young man smiled, pointed at Fang Youde and said, "Uncle Lu, look, that man is clearly a disciple of Buddhism, and he also came to participate in the big competition, it's really interesting!" Uncle Lu glanced at it, and also smiled to himself: "I don't know whose disciple it is, it's really nonsense! It's just that the Taixuan Sword Sect has something to say first, and it's not good to blast him out." If he really passes the three levels, I don't know if Guo Zhangjiao will accept it?"

The young man suddenly frowned and said: "Uncle Lu, my Seven Xuan Sword Sect's swordsmanship is definitely not under the Tai Xuan Sword Sect, and the distant ancestor grandmaster is even more stable against that Guo Chunyang, why do you have to order me to worship under the door surnamed Guo? Wouldn't it be better for me to stay in this sect to practice? Then Guo Chunyang is not a pure Yang ancestor, and I want Qiu Shaoming to kneel and kowtow to him, it's really a joke!"