Chapter 18: The Monk Who Built the Foundation of the Trail (2nd Watch)

Now that even a few earth immortals can't be fooled, how can they fight with the disciples of the three sects, the power of the heavens, and these old foxes who have lived for hundreds of millions of years in the future.

The trail is winding and rugged, with numerous forks starting at the base of the mountain, but beyond the back, only one last road remains.

Staring at the more than thirty young men in front of him, Luo Feng's face was resolute and firm, obviously out of breath, but he refused to give up.

It was another three hours, and the people who had climbed hard could already see the top of the cloudy mountain in the distance.

Luo Feng looked around the mountain road, after a long test, at this moment, he was able to distinguish the gap.

Approximately divided into three classes.

More than 20 teenagers and girls in front are far ahead, most of them are the children of princes, famous nobles, and they have a good congenital physique.

There is never absolute fairness in this world, only relative fairness, reincarnation is a technology, casting a good fetus, and the advantage surpasses the vast majority of people.

This group of teenagers from extraordinary backgrounds can persist in the present, which shows that their perseverance is not bad.

The innate physique and the cultivation of the acquired physique are natural to have this achievement.

Genius is not terrible, what is terrible is genius, working harder than you.

The middle part is scattered, there are about dozens of people, scattered in the middle of the crowd, front and back, in groups of three or five, like a long dragon.

Most of these people are not from the family of Wang Hou, and they can come here because of their own personality.

And in the end, more than a hundred people followed, and a group of black pressure was pressed, densely packed, and crowded together.

Many people have run out of oil and dried up, but they are unwilling, and they all rely on hanging in one breath.

Be sure to climb the mountain and meet the immortals!

Another hour passed.

Seeing the top of the cloudy mountain, the traces of the immortals are faint, and the fairy light can be seen shining, and the lotus flowers are blooming.

It greatly inspired everyone.

At the middle end of the mountain road, some people in the second echelon couldn't help it, there were basically no fools who could participate in the Ascending Immortal Conference, and besides, the Xuanyuan Seven Sects accepted disciples, and there were examples to follow.

In previous years, the faster you climb the mountain, the more you can get the attention of Xianmen.

The immortals of the Xuanyuan Seven Sects don't value perseverance very much, but they are by no means neglected.

If you are the first to climb the mountain, you will definitely be cultivated by the seven sects, the immortal road is long, no one knows what the future holds, try it, and you won't lose money.

The first to act was a dark-skinned young man, wearing a plain walking shirt, with a straight figure, staring at the people in front of him, roaring, and striding forward.

Obviously suppressing one's potential and forcing oneself forward.

There are one and there are two, and the actions of the swarthy boy are like dominoes, interlocking.

The crowd in the middle followed, rushing forward, and more than 100 people behind saw this situation, and they were also unwilling, and ran out more than a dozen energetic practitioners, gritting their teeth and rushing to the front.

The middle and rear are like this, and the princes and grandsons at the very front also have a sense of oppression, and they unconsciously speed up their pace.

Luo Feng seemed to be inspired by the power of hard work around him.

shows that he is also a young man, and he also has to fight for the future.

He often cried tears in his eyes and struggled forward.

It's a pity that he has a thin physique, and he can compete better than others.

From the twenty-fifth ranking, it gradually fell, twenty-five ...... Twenty-seven, twenty-eight...... Thirty...... Thirty-seven......

Seeing that he was about to fall behind everyone, Luo Feng unwillingly hammered the ground.

rolled up all his strength and rushed to kill a wave, but unfortunately it still fell to the point of more than thirty.

………

Another hour, about to reach the top of the mountain, but the gravity on the body is getting stronger and stronger.

The experienced who had previously launched the sprint became more and more exhausted, and they were brushed down again, returning to the original point, and even lagging behind the previous one by a lot.

Only a handful of people have pushed their limits beyond their original positions.

Luo Feng insisted on walking, seeing that he was approaching the top 30.

As soon as his thoughts turned, he accidentally touched a stone, Luo Feng paused, and almost didn't stabilize his body.

All of a sudden, he was reduced to the position of thirty-three.

Half an hour later.

A glimmer of light exploded from the gate of heaven!

I saw the fish and dragons flying, the spirit flag in the sky closed the twilight, and the sky was connected. Crystal clear, all released.

The clouds and mist are scattered, and above the seven directions, there are cloud platforms, or imperial swords, or sitting, or holding wine gourds...... all kinds of fairy scenery, washing away all mortal hearts and forgetting the world.

A Yuan Shen nun came into view and appeared in front of the exhausted people, wearing a water-blue background sprinkled with flowers, covered with light foundation brocade tulle, the breeze blew, the light yarn flew, and the whole person exuded a faint aura.

Under his feet was a water-shining flying sword, and the bright light reflected a pair of snow-white jade feet.

"Poor Dao Zining congratulates many Taoist friends, stepping through the heavenly barrier and entering the immortal path, it is gratifying."

The Yuan Shen Nun smiled faintly, and then flicked her fingers, and the aura turned into rain, moistening everyone's bodies.

In an instant, all kinds of exhaustion disappeared.

"Thank you, Fairy Zining!"

Led by a gorgeously dressed son, everyone bowed and thanked him.

Luo Feng used the method of space folding to hide his height and blend in with it, which was inconspicuous.

and its light, and its dust.

If he continued to worship, Luo Feng was worried that the Yuan Shen Female Cultivator would be worshiped to death by himself on the spot, and even the Xuanyuan Seven Sects would be defeated.

Yuan Shen Monk Zi Ning nodded and said, "With the Ascending Immortal Order in hand, you can go to each cloud platform by yourself." ”

As soon as these words came out, more than ten people came out of the ranks, then bowed, and then left.

Obviously, I have already known about this, and the mountaineering is a formality.

Immediately afterwards, the Yuan Shen Female Cultivator Zining looked at the remaining hundred or so people, and said indifferently: "Since you have finished the mountaineering road, whether you have cultivated or not, you are all destined. ”

"Those who have not cultivated, come to my right side; Fellow Daoists with cultivation come to my left. ”

"Come with me to test your qualifications."

Suddenly, the crowd parted on both sides.

Ninety are mountaineering mortals, and thirty-three are apprentices.

………

On the high platform, the clouds were isolated, but the monks could still communicate with each other with the sound transmission of divine thoughts.

Hua Qingguan's white-haired earth immortal stared down and nodded with satisfaction: "The conference here is also a success." ”

Then he looked at the master of Tianyi Pavilion and said with a smile: "According to the convention, in this hundred years, the leader of the mountaineering will return to Tianyi Pavilion. ”

The Tianyi Pavilion Lord was silent for a while, then stood up and bowed to the Quartet Immortals.

Suddenly, the immortal monks avoided it one after another, and the red-robed earth immortal sighed: "Fellow Daoist, why are you so troubled." ”

The Pavilion Master of Tianyi Pavilion sighed lightly and said, "All of you Daoists know the situation of my Tianyi Pavilion, and you don't accept it. ”

"I am willing to give up the top disciples, and only three talented disciples will be taken here."

"How?!"

Now there was silence for a while, and Hua Qingguan Dixian thought about it, and suddenly had an idea.

The Seven Sects cannot be chaotic, for Huaqingguan, there is only one Earth Immortal Tianyi Pavilion that is not a threat, but can balance the rest of the sects.

"Yes!"

……

After some discussion, the first three of the seven sects of Xuanyuan agreed, the last two opposed, and the sixth did not say anything.

Four to two, set the conclusion.

Luo Feng retracted his thoughts, how about Tianyi Pavilion, I have no melon in the rain.

Anyway, the talent he wants to show next must be mediocre.

In front of the stone tablet that measured the talent, there was an old Taoist monk of the Yuan Shen Monk, with a goatee and a serious face.

There are thirty-three apprentices with art, and the highest cultivation is a middle-aged monk.

Luo Feng was in the middle, and he would soon be there.

The presiding test veteran raised his eyelids and said indifferently: "Realm." ”

Luo Feng stepped forward with some restraint, and the young man's face showed a nervous smile: "The younger generation is a foundation building monk, and he is born in the hometown of the younger generation. ”