Master Dashan has practiced for decades, although his cultivation is not high, but he knows a little bit about the rhyme of Qinglong Mountain. So at the moment, although a little shocked, it was quite calm. Immediately said: "This is the fire snake that the ancestor Wudao Zhenren subdued in the barbaric volcano, named "Huo Mang". Back then, the Daoless Patriarch fought against the ten elders of the Demon Sect, and it made great efforts. So he put him in this treasure in the world 'stealing the heavenly ding', eating and drinking, absorbing the glory of the sun, moon, mountains and rivers, and guarding Qinglong Mountain every day, but I didn't expect that many years have passed and evolved into a fire Jiao. ”

The reason why Huojiao was able to become the right-hand man of the Daoless Patriarch to eliminate demons and subdue demons thousands of years ago, and was extremely revered by Qinglong Mountain for thousands of years, its strength was fully revealed at this moment. Among the five elements, the fire Jiao is the best spirit beast of the fire system, just look at its ability to bathe fire out of thin air, without any borrowing force, the flame summoned is pure and warm, without the slightest hard look, the strength of the spiritual power, the purity of the mind, far better than the ordinary people who cultivate the truth in the world, that is, the master is like a cloud in the Qinglong Mountain, and there are few people who can resist.

At this moment, I saw that the heavens and the earth were dark, the wind and clouds were surging, and the heavens and the earth were all firelight, shining red between the heavens and the earth. The disciples of Qinglong Mountain were all stunned and at a loss when they saw this Dingzun Fire Jiao suddenly burst into a thunderous rage that had never been seen in more than a thousand years. When it was too late, I saw that Huo Jiao's mouth was roaring incessantly, his eyes were wide, and the color of anger and hatred in his eyes was getting stronger and stronger, as if he felt something deep hatred or extreme hatred, and he wanted to fight to the death with it, and he would not die. And the beating flames around the giant tripod burned faster and faster, and more and more violently, suddenly there was a loud bang, a 'boom', and the huge fireball with endless momentum overwhelmingly hit the disciples of Qinglong Mountain above the square.

At this critical moment, I heard a shout in mid-air: "Dingzun is angry!"

A dark blue figure, as if appearing out of thin air, suddenly appeared between Huojiao and the disciples, it was the desert monk of Qinglong Mountain. I saw that his brows were tightly locked, and he was obviously quite puzzled by the sudden occurrence of the fire Jiao, but the situation was urgent, and he saw that the power of the flame was unabated, and behind him were more than a dozen of the best young disciples. But seeing the fireball approaching in front of him, the desert monk could not avoid it, so he had to inhale deeply, muttered in his mouth, raised his hands, held the ball in the void, and became a robe fingering trick left and right, sometimes slow and sometimes urgent, slowly reflected a Buddha character diagram in front of him, slowly expanded, almost covering half of the sky, white light bursts of sharp energy, constant in mid-air, boom, a flicker, the fireball and the Buddha character figure held in mid-air. The desert monk took three steps back in a row, and his robe was blowing without wind, but he finally withstood it.

All the disciples on the square only felt a gust of wind coming, and all of them were unstable, except for a few who had cultivated profoundly, they could barely stand, and most of them actually fell left and right. Everyone was shocked, if it wasn't for the desert monk to stop it, I really don't know what the consequences would be.

Cui Houqing's face was pale, his footing was unstable, and he was about to fall to the side, Cui Houqing was shocked, and subconsciously let go of his hand holding the wooden stick in his arms, supported it to the ground, and didn't pay attention at all, as soon as his hand left the wooden stick to swallow the sky, the cool air disappeared without a trace.

In the air, the desert monk's face was solemn, and he was waiting for the battle, and more than ten figures appeared behind him, it was the head of the three factions and the elders of each lineage, the desert monk and Master Yuru were also in the column, with a serious face.

The masters of Qinglong Mountain are all here at this moment, but this Huojiao has no fear, but under the gaze of everyone, Huojiao's eyes gradually calmed down, revealing a strange color, as if he was puzzled, and the flames and fireballs around him were slowly extinguished, and finally turned into a puff of green smoke with a 'poof'.

At this time, the fire Jiao had no momentum, and the giant tripod slowly fell to its place, only to see that he didn't look at the elders, only looked at the disciples, and after a while, after repeating the strange action many times, the fire Jiao seemed to have finally given up, shook its huge head, and submerged its head into the giant ding, and there was no sound anymore.

Everyone in Qinglong Mountain looked at the giant tripod that was still shining, and looked at each other, dumbfounded.

The desert monk was the first to come back to his senses, and whispered to the many peak master elders behind him: "It's not appropriate to let the disciples stay longer, you take the disciples in the first round of the competition first, and I'll go and see what's going on with Ding Zun." After speaking, his body floated and flew towards Juding.

When Cui Houqing breathed a sigh of relief, I don't know who shouted: "The disciples who participated in the immortal test have gone to draw lots." The group of disciples returned to order again, recovering from the shock just now, and many people kept talking in groups.

The square was once again bustling with people. The disciples of each vein were divided into a few people, and walked towards the center of the square, where there was an elder holding a bamboo cup, with dozens of bamboo sticks diagonally inserted in the cup, the elder stroked his beard, his face was ruddy, and he smiled slightly, and said loudly like a Daoist immortal: "You don't have to panic, it was a little joke made by Ding Zun just now, you don't have to take it to heart, and you don't have to talk about it anymore." But no one listened to him, and they still argued.

Dozens of people slowly gathered in the center of the square, each drew a bamboo stick, Lin Haoran pulled Cui Houqing and squeezed over, because they came the slowest, so there were only two bamboo sticks left in the bamboo cup, Lin Haoran took the two bamboo sticks in his hand and handed one to Cui Houqing. Cui Houqing was holding a bamboo stick, but his eyes looked through the crowd at the giant dome in front of the main hall. Immediately looked at the desert monks and the heads of the three factions around the giant ding, these people Cui Houqing had seen before, so after a few glances, he turned his gaze to the desert monk, only to see him caress the giant tripod with one hand, there was a faint light on the palm, his eyes were closed, his brows were tightly locked, and his lips trembled slightly, as if he was communicating with people. It took a long moment before he opened his eyes and withdrew his palms. The heads of the three factions hurriedly bowed their hands forward, as if asking. I saw that the desert monk frowned slightly, and did not answer, turned around and walked towards the main hall, and the heads of the three factions each looked at it and followed.

At this moment, all the disciples were looking at the bamboo sticks, all wondering who they could play against today.

"Ah, I'm thirteen. ”

"I'm twenty-three, huh, how many are you?"

"Oh, I'm sixteen, I don't know what the opponent is, I'll calculate..."

......

Lin Haoran said: "Cui Houqing, I am the number three, what number are you?"

Cui Houqing sighed and said, "I'm the seventh." ”

Lin Haoran said happily: "Great, we don't have to fight, otherwise I really won't be able to shoot." ”

Cui Houqing smiled when he heard this.

After a long while, the desert monk led the elders of the three factions and walked out of the main hall. Penglai Mountain Pishan sent the Tianfang Dao Peak Lord Qiu Shui to take two steps forward, whispered a few words in the ear of the desert monk, the desert monk nodded, he stepped forward, and said loudly: "Noon has arrived, the four immortal gate immortal tests have officially begun, the square has been divided into sixteen areas, all the disciples who have not participated in the battle are allowed to go to the red line area to look at the battle." The disciples who participated in the immortal test were optimistic about the numbers on the bamboo sticks, No. 1 against No. 17, No. 1 against No. 17, No. 2 against No. 18 in the second field, and so on. ”

Cui Houqing looked at his feet, at this time, it was early in the morning, and the mist had already dissipated, revealing the numbers and red lines on the bluestone, which had indeed been prepared.

Qiushui cleared his throat and said loudly: "In order to show actual combat, during the game, withdrawing from the red line area is to admit defeat, otherwise you will be disabled and take care of yourself, and you will not care about life or death." Each arena is supervised by one or several elders, and outsiders are not allowed to interfere, otherwise they will be dealt with seriously. ”

"Alright, let's get started!"

With a shout, everyone got out of the way, and sixteen areas were formed.

Lin Haoran said: "I am in the third field. ”

Cui Houqing said: "I'm in the seventh arena. ”

Lin Haoran patted Cui Houqing on the shoulder and said, "Cui Houqing, if you can't fight, admit defeat, I don't want to lose your good friend." ”

Cui Houqing's heart tingled, but then he nodded.

"Okay, come here!" A soft shout came from the side, and everyone turned their heads in shock, but it was the desert monk and Master Yuru who came over together. At that moment, everyone from Tongtian Peak of Qinglong Temple surrounded them, and hurriedly saw them, and said, "Master, uncle!"

The desert monk nodded, didn't say anything, but Master Yuru said: "Wait a minute, you will start the competition, you have to compete more, do you know?"

"Yes. Everyone said in unison.

Master Yuru turned his head to look at Cui Houqing, and said: "Cui Houqing, this kind of opportunity is very rare, pay attention to observe the opponent's moves, but you don't want to be reckless on the stage, if the opponent is too powerful, you should take it as a insight and admit defeat." ”

Let's see? Let's see it again, is it just to make up the numbers here? Cui Houqing's heart was nameless, and then it dissipated, and he bowed his head and said, "Yes, uncle!"

Master Yuru nodded lightly and said, "The rest of the disciples should also cherish this opportunity, carefully watch the competition of the same sect, don't be too pretentious, and gather here at dinner, do you hear?"

"Yes, Uncle Shi. All the disciples replied in unison.

"Dang", a crisp bell sounded, echoing in the bluestone square, so that all the people's spirits were lifted, and the noisy square suddenly quieted down for a while.

I don't know who shouted: "The competition begins!"

The square was crowded with people, and according to the instructions, sixteen areas were formed, and the crowd dispersed, and the participants also headed towards their respective arenas.

Master Yuru said: "Okay, let's disperse!"

The disciples were like wild horses on the loose, and soon merged into the torrent of the crowd. Cui Houqing lowered his head and walked towards the farthest No. 7 arena, squeezed into the crowd, and saw a chair in the corner of the arena, on which an old man was sitting. On the field, the hands and eyes are ruthless, and there may be red eyes, and there may be violations, so under normal circumstances, there will be one or two elders in each arena.

Cui Houqing walked over, came to the white-bearded old man, bent down to salute, and said, "Uncle Shi, I am Cui Houqing, a disciple of Tongtian Peak of Qinglong Temple, and I will compete in the No. 7 arena today. ”

The white-bearded old man raised his head, glanced at Cui Houqing, and said casually: "Oh, you're here, it's going to start right away, you go on stage!"

Cui Houqing answered, turned his head to look at the arena, and saw that the huge field was empty, and it seemed that the disciple who had drawn the twenty-fourth had not yet come. He hesitated for a moment and slowly walked towards the center of the field, and at the same time, the surrounding disciples whispered, obviously talking about him.

It was past noon, and the sun was shining directly on him, and he was warm. Cui Houqing stood on the stage and looked up at the sky, where the scorching sun was endlessly emitting its heat energy, and the light was dazzling and it was impossible to see its true face.

Cui Houqing suddenly felt a sigh of emotion in his heart, five years ago, he was a rural child who didn't understand the world, but now he is standing on the highest mountain in the world, and the gods in the eyes of these people are really vicissitudes of the world, and the changes are treacherous.

At that time, I just wanted to find an enemy to avenge my parents, and in a blink of an eye, I was worried about it for many years.

His state of mind as a fifteen-year-old boy was as sad as a sixty-year-old man at the moment.

He reached out and reached into his arms, touching the cold stick to devour the sky. Five years ago he didn't know what it was, and now he still doesn't, but this unknown wooden stick has saved him many times. Dreaming back in the middle of the night, he could feel a trace of cold breath, slowly wandering in his body. A month ago, without anyone knowing, he was surprised to find that he could make this wooden stick move the sky, and he realized that he seemed to have reached the third layer. So far, although it cannot be made to fly manned, it can be allowed to fly. I wanted to tell the master to make him happy, but after repeating it several times, I finally couldn't say it. Cui Houqing dreamed of fighting for a breath in front of the master, so that the master could smile. But is it possible?