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The two rainbow lights walked side by side, swaying. Straight up ten feet, one point. Divided into two streamers, each running to the east.

However, before he flew out of the country, he was castrated, and he swayed crookedly, like he was drunk, and the drunkard returned.

Seeing this, Li Xianyuan in the pavilion had to recall the two swords, combine them into one, and put them in the scabbard behind him.

Li Xianyuan practiced the sword technique for a whole month, and he could only do it so far.

In the past month, the cultivation has returned to the fifth layer of qi refining, and it is not far from the sixth layer, just in these few days. And there are still two days left before the Six Factions Dabi.

After thinking about it, he hadn't returned to the mansion for a month, Li Xianyuan got up, walked out of the pavilion and walked along the mountain road to the mansion.

The morning mist invades the body. Ten days have passed since the frost season, and autumn is thick on the mountain, and the leaves are long. Li Xianyuan exhaled, faintly sighing.

Li Xianyuan's body became weaker and weaker. His cheeks were bloodless, I don't know if it was because of the chill or something else.

The sky was shrouded in a layer of mist, and there was a slight shade. Li Xianyuan tightened his robe and returned to the mansion.

The mansion is the same as a month ago, only the maid has changed into a jacket, and it is no longer the cool and dewy lotus arm dress in summer.

I went to find the master first, and I asked for peace. Ning Jiya often went to the pavilion to see him, so the master and apprentice had no life. then went to see Ximen Haiyao and Lu Nianlei. The former six-faction competition has nothing to do with her, and the latter was out of the test long before Li Xianyuan. Seeing Li Xianyuan, he called out to Senior Brother.

There was no emotion in the words, but at least he didn't pretend anymore. Li Xianyuan nodded, which was counted as a return gift.

After that, I returned to the room where the maid often cleaned, and my body was slightly warm.

The so-called relaxation is moderate, taking advantage of these two days, Li Xianyuan no longer cultivates asceticly, but wanders around Yangqing Peak. Speaking of which, he hadn't even walked around this huge mountain.

Xu is Dabi is approaching, and disciples of other sects on the mountain are not uncommon. The peaks are much more lively.

The six-faction competition is also easy to say. First, each sect selected 100 new disciples, and then let these 600 people compete.

It's just that the truth is much more brutal. There is no identity limit to the six faction competitions, and registered disciples can also participate. However, the entry ceremony received nearly 100,000 apprentices. It means that among these people, only 100 can fight their way out of the siege.

So the rewards are quite generous. As long as you enter the hundred, you can get a Yang Qi Pill. If there is a ranking in the six-faction competition, there will be another reward.

The rarity of the Yang Qi Pill is that the aura is closely related to cultivation during the period. If Li Xianyuan went to refine qi, his cultivation was like this. When the foundation is built, the spiritual power will be even stronger. This is one of the reasons why this is so rare.

Yangqing Peak is huge, it took two hours, and Li Xianyuan only walked to a part, and met a lot of people from the other five factions. The people of the six factions get along well, talk and laugh elegantly and politely.

When I went to register for the six-faction competition, most of the disciples in the queue were talking about the six-faction competition two days later. looked excited, vowing to make a name for himself.

Li Xianyuan had no waves in the ancient well, and after a stick of incense, he received a wooden sign and successfully registered, and went straight back to the mansion.

There are guests in the house, and it is said that it is an elder of the Zhengyang faction, who is an old friend of the master and came here to visit.

After seeing the guests, Li Xianyuan returned to the room. Until two days later, Dabi arrived.

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The next morning, there was a lot of noise outside the window. The cranes roared, and the swords roared. got up from the couch, dressed in a shirt, Li Xianyuan walked to the window and pushed the window to look.

In the early morning, the coolness poured in, and the sky was full of rainbow light, and it was very lively.

Because the Pure Yang Sect is among the six factions, it is not far from the five factions, so it should become a place for competition.

Closing the window, Li Xianyuan turned around and washed up. Wear a robe and tie a crown. In front of the bronze mirror, turn around and go out.

The test venue is at the main peak. Li Xianyuan's first scene is the time. It's still too late. Then he walked down the mountain unhurriedly and went straight to the main peak.

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

This is a wide square, with hundreds of martial arts platforms. There were already countless Pure Yang Sect disciples on the stage who were competing in it. The sword light and sword shadow, shouting and shouting. The seats around the square were already full, and the crowd was buzzing.

What's more, there is no seat to sit, so they either stand or sit on top of the flying sword, floating above the square. There are also those who ride spirit beasts, which attract the envy of a large number of people.

There is a hall behind the square, and there is a faint figure in the hall. Among them are all elders of the six factions. They talked and recounted, but they didn't watch many martial arts competitions.

Most of the disciples of the Pure Yang Sect sat at the table, and there were also quite a few disciples of the other five sects. Due to the need to hurry, the other five factions all selected a hundred disciples in advance to come to the Pure Yang Sect. Wait for the Pure Yang Sect to select a hundred people, and then compete together.

The sound of swords on the stage, and the hustle and bustle off the stage. Feeling noisy, Li Xianyuan frowned slightly. Find a free spot and sit down.

Hundreds of martial arts competitions, from time to time there are two people on the stage who distinguish the winner and loser.

The so-called sword has no eyes, and it is impossible to stop when fighting. Therefore, all participants will receive a fifteen ghost carrying charms. Anyone who is about to be injured dangerously will be removed by the five ghosts and will be automatically judged to lose.

The competition will take place over five days. Of the 87,000 disciples who participated this time, only 100 will remain in five days.

Most of the people who participated in the competition were in the Qi refining period. There are only a few moves. The field is dazzling, and the fight is fast, but a dozen moves can determine the winner and loser.

At first, I could see some disciples who couldn't kill them. Although as time passed, when he saw that the rest of the platform was carried down by the five ghosts, he gradually let go, and his moves were sharp, and he went straight to the point.

Time passes, and a cup of tea passes. There are only a dozen or so people left in the hundreds of martial arts platforms.

It is only the first battle, and naturally there will be no dragon and tiger fight, and there will be a battle of equal strength. The strength of the disciples is uneven. There were more than a dozen martial arts platforms left, and the disciples were already exhausted and out of breath. Shaped like an old man, raising a sword and raising a knife, you move me one way. It's boring. However, the disciples in the field were full of seriousness and solemnity, and on this cool day, sweat penetrated the Taoist robes.

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

There was no one else in the square except the deacons. And at the second quarter of the morning, a new batch of disciples went to the martial arts platform.

The seats were a little empty, and they were filled in a blink of an eye.

The sword and sword shadow are re-filled. Li Xianyuan sat and waited for half an hour. It's time to go.

The final turn is Li Xianyuan.

He stood up from his seat and walked into a jousting platform in the center according to the wooden plate number. Surrounded by several circles of martial arts platforms, it is difficult to be noticed by the surrounding watching disciples.

Li Xianyuan looked at the hall from afar through the heavy competition platform. It was too far away for the divine sense to perceive whether the master was in it or not.

The one who competed with Li Xianyuan was a young man in a gray robe with an ordinary appearance. When he saw Li Xianyuan, he showed a bitter look and arched his hand: "Senior brother, I hope that my subordinates will be merciful." ”

He was only a registered disciple, but he met a personal disciple at the beginning of the year.

"Please. Li Xianyuan said calmly and pulled out the spirit sword on his back.

Seeing that Li Xianyuan's long sword was blue, it was not ordinary at first glance. The bitterness on the young man's face was even stronger. Drawing out the iron sword: "Please." (To be continued.) )