In the secluded world outside the world, the mountains and seas are full of magical aura. There are 8,800 immortal schools scattered, and there are hundreds of millions of monks chasing the immortal path. It is a world that mortals cannot reach in their lifetime.

For thousands of years, the Seven Realms of the Immortal Gate, the most powerful, have dominated the order of the hermit world.

On the top of the peak of Qiuchen Mountain, a firewood house is full of neat piles of dry firewood and thatch.

"Dogtail! Dogtail! I know you're hiding in there and sleeping!

In the dimness, it seemed that someone was calling himself.

It's really annoying, it's Dayan again! Ling Luo pretended not to hear it, and continued to sleep in the thatch, motionless.

Dayan pushed open the wooden door of the firewood house, stood at the door, and shouted at the huge thatched pile:

"You kid is really lazy, what time has it been? You're still sleeping! Get me up and bring some firewood to the fire room. ”

"The Xianmen martial arts event is about to start, the monks of the major immortal sects have arrived at Qiuchen Mountain, the scene is grand and unprecedented, don't you go out to have a look?"

Ling Luo disagreed, and continued to immerse himself in sleep.

"This fire room task is not light, the fourth master personally ordered to come down, and these monks must be well entertained. If you're not interested in the martial arts event, stay in the fire room and help me. ”

Dayan chattered to himself for a while, but no one answered, and there was silence in the firewood house.

He had no choice but to go into the firewood house and lift up the pile of thatch, and then he dragged someone out of it and complained: "Dogtail grass, you know every day that you hide in different places and sleep lazy, so I always look for you everywhere." Go ahead, load a cart of dry firewood and send it to the fire room!"

Ling Luo's eyes were misty, his body was lazy, and he looked listless.

It's noisy...... He glanced at Dayan with half-open eyes, picked up a few dry firewood perfunctorily, walked to the door, and put a random pile of dry firewood on the cart. Turning around, Chong Dayan tilted his head and smiled, and then pushed the cart forward.

"Can you change your lazy and stinky habit? Can just a few pieces of dry wood cook a pot of rice?"

After the sound, Da Yan's reproach came, and Ling Luo didn't hear it, and staggered the cart and went straight to the fire room.

Dayan shook his head helplessly, pushed another cart full of dry firewood, and followed behind Ling Luo.

"Dogtail grass, I heard the girl who brought you back say that you have suffered a great calamity in the world, which is why you are so depressed, what the hell ......is this?"

Ling Luo's figure froze for a moment, and the car stopped...... But I didn't see him say anything, just raised his head and looked at the stratus clouds outside the mountain, as if to hide what he didn't want to mention.

Dayan sighed: "Alas, he was originally from the earthly world, and he was selected to return to the Immortal Gate as a disciple to cultivate. But you don't have a sea of qi in your body, so you can't cultivate. Now this is not up or down, not immortal and extraordinary, and his heart is also very depressed!"

At this time, Ling Luo turned his head to look at Dayan, and his eyes suddenly narrowed on his calm face, turning into a bright smile.

Seeing his unserious appearance, Dayan felt that he should be too worried.

When he arrived at the fire room, Ling Luo threw the car in the open space at the door of the fire room, and was about to leave, but was immediately pulled by Dayan.

"Want to go again?"

Dayan pointed to the wine cart next to the fire room: "Send these jars of wine to the main peak." ”

Ling Luo scratched his head: "Oh." ”

Pushing the wine cart, soon arrived at the cliff at the north end of Yiyun Peak, the opposite bank is the main peak, and a peak bridge connects the two peaks. Walking to the peak bridge, Ling Luo looked down at the situation, the cliff under the bridge was thousands of feet, and he couldn't see the end at a glance.

When the wind blew, the Fengqiao shook violently, Ling Luo almost fell, he rubbed his eyes in a trance, and slowly crossed the Fengqiao.

When I entered the main peak, I realized that what Dayan said was true......

The Xianmen Martial Arts Fighting Festival is a century-old young disciple fighting event between the Seven Realms of Xianmen, which is organized by the Seven Realms of Xianmen in turn.

On the main peak, although it is not as colorful and busy as every festival in the world, there are thousands of Xianmen disciples.

Some of the disciples came and went in the wind, some danced swords and made gestures, and some of them waved their hands and reported each other's surnames. This is where they get to know each other and meet each other. The scene is huge, and it is a scene of immortals who have escaped from the dust, which is far from being comparable to the earthly world.

The male disciples were all well-dressed, chic and handsome, and had a good posture, and they gathered and talked eloquently. The female disciples are dressed in fragrant sideburns, fairy and jade, and there are even stunning women who amaze everyone.

These disciples are all elite monks that the major immortal sects are proud of. They are full of energy and ready to show their talents. After all, if you miss the opportunity, the next event will be a hundred years later, and you will no longer be young by then.

And the Xianmen Master who came with him also wanted to see if the results of the years of penance of the disciples under his knees could shine and be at the forefront of the Xianmen martial arts event.

Where Ling Luo passed, a group of monks gathered one after another, and the words were thick.

I only heard someone excitedly say: "The month before last, Qiu Chenshan Zhangjian led the crowd to break into the Dijiao Rift, senior brother, you are following Xiao Zhangjian, let's tell everyone about the danger!"

The other disciple couldn't wait: "Yes, for hundreds of years, no one dared to break into the Dead Realm, and this incident has caused a sensation in the entire Hermit Cultivation Realm!"

In the center of the crowd was a disciple of Qiu Chenshan, who sighed deeply:

"For the sake of the rare treasure in the corner rift, the price paid by Qiu Chenshan this time is extremely painful!"

The month before last, the five hundred elite disciples of Qiu Chenshan followed the sword and entered the murderous corner rift, and slashed countless treasures of the fierce beasts along the way, but when they reached seven hundred miles, the situation was miscalculated, and they were attacked by the abyss beasts, and more than eighty elite disciples died on the spot.

The Corner Rift, the deeper it goes, the more dangerous it becomes, as a last resort, the sword ordered all the disciples to withdraw from the Corner Rift, he personally led the five masters to continue to go deep for thousands of miles, and the three masters were seriously injured one after another, and the sword had to be strangled back.

"In ancient times, there was so much emptiness that people went deep into the corner rift valley for thousands of miles, and there was still no end in sight, which can be described as unfathomable. ”

"When it comes to the ancient Taixu to the people, we have to talk about the mountain and sea division. The Shanhai Division depicts the formation pattern to communicate the heaven and the earth, and grasps the power of the mainland and the ocean. 10,000 years ago, after a catastrophe, they all disappeared, leaving behind countless legends of mountains and seas......"

The voice rose and fell, and Ling Luo pushed the wine cart and slowly drove through the crowd. His gray robe had several holes, and there were still a few sticks of withered yellow thatch stuck to it, which was dirty and untidy, and it was extremely incommensurate with the Xianmen monks around him.

It seemed that no one would notice Ling Luo, and the disciples were still laughing and talking with each other in groups of three or five, the Extreme Realm Death Domain, the Legend of the Mountains and Seas, and the Immortal Dao Mental Method...... Have a good chat!

Ling Luo does not belong to this world, and he has no heart to appreciate this immortal style. He hurriedly handed over the wine cart to the chef of the main peak, then turned around and returned to Yiyun Peak to find a good dream again.

As soon as he walked a few steps, several Qiu Chenshan disciples recognized Ling Luo and stood in front of him provocatively.

"Look! Isn't this a good-for-nothing dogtail?"

"Yo, it's really a dogtail, it's rare to see you come to the main peak, could it be that you also want to participate in the martial arts event?"

Of course, if he kneels down and begs me, I can see if I can reward him with qualifications!"

A few disciples, you said a word, but Ling Luo's face was calm, and he had no idea of fighting back.

Another disciple took over: "What are you kidding, can the dogtail grass participate in the martial arts? He wants to go up to the immortal martial arts field to meet me, and I will press him to death with one palm." ”

As he spoke, someone became more and more popular: "Oh, no, the dogtail is not useless, he is our fire house minion! Without him, we would starve to death in the mountains!" Hahaha......

Ling Luo glanced at the monks, one of the blue-clothed disciples, like Ling Luo, was also selected from the mortal world. It's just that he has successfully opened the sea of qi and stepped into the spiritual source realm to become a monk. And soon integrated into the immortal sect and mingled with the inner disciples.

In the past few years, the earthly Jiangnan wars have continued, making the abandonment of loneliness like a mess of rocks on the river beach, and various immortal sects have sent people into Jiangnan to select those with immortal cultivation qualifications.

Previously, Qiu Chen's disciples entered the mortal world and selected a total of twenty immortal seedlings, nineteen of whom successfully stepped into the Spirit Source Realm.

Open the source of spiritual energy in the body, continuously absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth through cultivation, and incorporate it into the sea of qi. When the spiritual qi flows through the spiritual veins, it will naturally affect the monk's physique, and the flesh and bones are several times stronger than mortals.

From the moment a mortal stepped into the Spirit Source Realm, he was no longer a mortal.

It's just that Ling Luo can't find the sea of Qi in his body, and he can't cultivate Xuanqi, so he is treated as a waste by his fellow disciples.

Ling Luo looked at the silver bracelet on the wrist of the blue-clothed disciple, and he was a little impressed by the bird pattern on it.

"You're from Southtown. ”

The blue-clothed disciple was stunned when he heard this, and subconsciously pulled his sleeves, almost trying to cover the silver bracelet.

"In the battle of Nancheng last year, all the civilians died, you are the last to surrender!" Ling Luo's tone was an understatement.

After the Battle of Nancheng, when the battlefield was cleaned, a full 50,000 of these silver bracelets were collected. In that battle, 30,000 soldiers and civilians in Nancheng fought to the death, and when the Lingluo army entered the city, they only saw a group of children of all sizes kneeling on the main street, and the other Nancheng people were all killed.

This sentence stabbed the weakest part of the blue-clothed disciple's heart, and he couldn't help but look at Ling Luo again, looking at the face in front of him. He couldn't imagine that the down-and-out man in front of him was actually the ...... The man on horseback who was on his knees and looked up!

The blue-clothed disciple's feet trembled slightly, and he was there, not saying a word.

Seeing this, the disciple next to him hurriedly asked him, "What's wrong with you?"

"The world is unpredictable, and those who once knelt before my horse and begged for mercy can now be proud. ”

With that, Ling Luo turned and walked away, away from the crowd.

"What is the identity of this dogtail grass in the world?"

"He ......," the blue-clothed disciple was speechless for a moment.