"On the day of the failure of the Fajing Tribulation, he tried to pull me to the end of the world, so he was naturally worried that I would take away the inheritance he left behind, and Zuihou actually put a natal blood curse on me at one moment!"

"Natal Blood Curse, what kind of spell is this?"

"This is also the occasional thaumaturgy that the Fajing Monk has practiced for many years! It can be used to protect the monk's own natal magic weapon from being seized by a mortal enemy! If I touch his inheritance, my cultivation will be greatly damaged, and I may even drop to the realm!"

"Oh, what's in his legacy?"

"There are many natal instruments of the Fajing Venerable, as well as some cultivation exercises and records of what you have seen. Among these things I have seen and heard, there are things in the fairy world that Taoist friends want to know. There is no need for these exercises, but it is inevitable to obtain his two natal magic weapons!" Lin Jingfa looked at Jiajun with a sincere face, "If Daoist friends can make a heartfelt oath and assist in taking the treasure in Xia, except for those two natal magic weapons, all the others will belong to Daoists!"

"Didn't you fall under the blood curse, how can you use his natal magic weapon?"

"The blood curse recognizes the breath of the magic weapon, and the Fajing Venerable's natal magic weapon has his breath, so naturally I can't move," Lin Jingfa smiled disapprovingly, "But if the Daoist friend takes it, refines it first, and then gives it to me after erasing his breath, it will naturally be fine." ”

After more than half an hour, Lin Jingfa walked out of the Seven Water Pavilion with a spring breeze on his face.

Jiajun was extremely concerned about the affairs of the fairy world, and after some thought, he agreed to go to collect the treasure after ten days. The reason why I had to wait another ten days was because the martial arts competition of that sect would start in two days!

......

In the martial arts competition, the top three are Tsuki-Danna, and the first place can also be promoted to the main gate, which is imperative for Jiajun. Although I don't know what this Tsukidan is, the pill itself may be useless to Jiajun, but it is a very haode excuse. The cultivation he is showing now is the pinnacle of the spiritual rest period, and with this foundation building pill, he can lie about breaking through to the foundation building stage after a few days of retreat. After cultivating to the Great Advancement, the level of contact in the sect will inevitably be higher. Squeeze this snow gate as soon as possible, and then you can change to another sect to see it.

However, Jiajun doesn't want to show any signs in the competition, how to win ingenuity, I'm afraid his spatial talent will have to come in handy.

On the day of the competition, the disciples of the five halls gathered at the main peak. On a cultivation ground on the mountain behind the main peak, a martial arts competition platform dozens of zhang in size has been set up. There are also a lot of magic circles set up in the audience, which should be used to shield spells, so as not to accidentally hurt the audience during the fight.

"Everyone!" Standing on the main stage was a black-faced man that Jiajun had never seen, and he didn't look weak, and he should be a cultivator around the middle of Jindan. Zhiyun Zhangmen and others sat on the side, drinking tea and talking about something. "This sect competition is presided over by me in the Wind Palace!"

The black-faced man turned out to be the Lord of the Wind Palace! Jia Jun raised his eyebrows. There were a total of five men and one woman sitting on the Guanwu platform and six Jindan monks, except for the head of Zhiyun, the others should be the hall masters of each hall.

"Compete with the same door, peace is precious! Don't hurt your life, given that you are basically in the spiritual rest period, most of you can't use any magic weapons. Therefore, only talismans are allowed to be used in the martial arts arena......" Dahan began to read out the rules.

As his words fell, the disciples who had been selected by each hall to participate in the competition walked up to the competition platform one by one.

In principle, all disciples can participate in the competition, but each hall will take care of face, and it will definitely not let those who are not cultivated enough come out and lose face. Jiajun took a look at it, and there were only about 40 people who participated in the competition. There are only four people in the Lingshui Hall this time, and compared with the sixteen people in the Fire Palace, it is a small thing. There were even fewer, and there were only three people in the Holy Wood Temple. When Jiajun looked at them, he showed an expression that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and Lin Jingfa was there! When the other party saw that Jiajun was also coming to compete, he also showed a slight strange look, but immediately turned his head away and stopped looking at him.

Although there were only about 40 people in the competition, the way of competition was wheel warfare, and he would take turns competing with each of the participating disciples. After all, it is a grand event once every five years, and it is normal for it to drag on a little longer.

"In the first battle, Wang He, a disciple of the Fire Turning Palace, is facing Liu Daolong, a disciple of the Suifeng Palace!" The black-faced man stepped down from the stage and replaced him with a young female disciple who came up to preside.

After hearing the name, Wang He, who was dressed in a fiery red robe, flew into the place first. The disciple named Liu Daolong walked slowly and slowly. "Please!" Wang He made a polite gesture, but he did it first. He didn't know what kind of talisman was between his fingers, and under the activation of the aura, a circular magic circle glowing with blue light and covered with secret patterns suddenly appeared on the bottom of his feet. After this magic circle shone for a moment, two blue fireballs half a foot wide shot down into the sky and slashed at Liu Daolong. Liu Daolong didn't panic, quickly turned sideways, and dodged the seemingly dangerous attack. Two fireballs smashed to the ground, leaving only two blazing dark blue flames.

The two blows missed, but Wang He sneered, and the talisman seal in his hand drove again. The two flames on the ground suddenly turned into shapes, and several blue fire snakes emerged from the flames and quickly strangled towards Liu Daolong. This Liu Daolong finally made a move, his two fingers were straightened, and a white light enveloped his body, blocking the fire snake from his body. No matter how the fire snake strangled it, the white light of his protective body did not disappear, and Wang He's face changed greatly when he saw this.

That's right! I was still a disciple here, and I could only rely on Fu Seal to live, but I didn't expect this Liu Daolong to cast spells on his own! Jia Jun nodded secretly.

"Win with the wind!" Liu Daolong scored one point. Within a short while, Wang He's mana ran out, and he was slashed out of the competition platform with a palm. Liu Daolong didn't use the talisman seal from beginning to end, and the black-faced man on the stage nodded approvingly. Liu Daolong is the number one master in Suifeng Palace, and he appeared in the first battle, but I am afraid that it was deliberately arranged by this black-faced man.

In the next few games, the disciples used various talismans one after another, and there was nothing special about it.

"Next game, Lingshui Hall Xiaojun, to the Listening Hall Mengyunzi!"

Meng Yunzi Jia Jun raised his eyebrows and saw a female disciple who was getting up on stage. He looked like he was about seventeen or eighteen years old, and his face was as pure as a lotus, but he was unusually cold. Wearing a pink and white robe, he also holds a multicolored token-shaped magic weapon in his hand. When he slowly stepped onto the stage, it caused a commotion among the disciples in the audience.

Strange, isn't it not allowed to use magic weapons? Jiajun frowned slightly, but he didn't hesitate much, and got up.

"Look, isn't that the newly picked up disciple from the Spirit Water Temple?"

"It's only been half a year since you started, so you came to the martial arts competition, what does the old man of the Lingshui Hall think!"

"Nonsense! Treat this sect martial arts competition as child's play? Dream fairy, teach this little ghost a lesson!"

"Haha! The little ghost is enough to carry it, and as soon as he comes, he will meet our dream fairy who is the first in the door next to the snow gate!"

Listening to the noise in the audience, Jia Jun walked up to the stage leisurely, looking careless. Looking at the martial platform, Master Lingshui was smiling at himself, and the other hall masters didn't react. It's just that the only female Jindan monk looked at Jiajun with a sneer on her face at this time. Could this be the hall master of the Hall of Listening to the Sound Palace?" he grinned at the Lingshui Master and didn't think much about it anymore.

"The thing in my hand is called 'Dream Immortal Order', which is the ancestral talisman of my Dream Immortal Flow, and it is not an illegal treasure. She seemed to see Jiajun's doubts, and explained expressionlessly, her cold tone was even more repulsive, "Your new entry sect came to compete, but I am afraid that you were instigated by your senior brothers." I'll let you make three moves first, and you can weigh your strength, and then withdraw from the game after this is over. In the future, you must have a stable heart, and don't be rash!"