Baicao Gate is divided into two gates, inner and outer, the inner door is the main door, and the outer door is supplemented. Most of the inner disciples are not talented in alchemy, but their cultivation talent is excellent, so they practice the Dao to resist the enemy.

Taishang Qingtianmen has relied on its own strength to expand more and more, and in the past twenty years, once every three years, it has forcibly decided to compete with Baicaomen, so as to obtain Baicaomen's elixir resources.

Although the disciples of the Taishang Qingtianmen who competed in the competition, although their cultivation was only in the late stage of foundation building, or the great consummation of foundation building, most of them had outstanding personal strength, deep scheming, and vicious shots, and had experienced a baptism of blood.

Baicaomen has always valued harmony, does not ask about world affairs, and is more Buddhist, compared to the disciples of the foundation building period of Taishang Qingtianmen, the outer disciples in the sect are like greenhouse flowers, and it is naturally difficult to defeat each other.

Banxiazi thought about the senior brother who was bent on pursuing Dan Dao, and sighed again in her heart, she was about to let an outer disciple play casually, and she tacitly accepted this competition, and when she was defeated again, Li Nanshan spoke again without humility or arrogance.

"Senior, I have confidence in myself, please let me play a try!"

Banxiazi was about to speak, but when he heard this, he glanced at Li Nanshan carefully a few times, and his divine sense found a silver-white sword pill in his dantian. After thinking for a while, she smiled and said, "That's it, Li Nanshan, since you insist on this, then go." ”

"If you are not defeated, admit defeat immediately, don't be reckless, some of the four grade elixirs that are not precious, this door is still out. ”

The cultivation realm divides the elixir into one to nine grades, and the four-grade elixir, which is generally used by the Yuan Infant monks.

Li Nanshan took three steps forward, bowed to Banxiazi and said, "I am determined to live up to the trust of my predecessors!"

"Baicaomen is rich and rich, and the monks of my generation can see it, and some four-grade spirit pills are naturally not eye-catching. Jingxuzi watched Li Nanshan fly into the ring and continued to sneer.

"Haha! Banxiazi, you sent a junior in the early stage of foundation building to the stage to compete, is this planning to admit defeat in advance?"

Banxiazi looked up to the sky, and he didn't bother to pay attention to the old way of the pure void who had been sneering all the time.

Jingxuzi looked at Li Nanshan from a distance, a trace of imperceptible gloom flashed in his narrowed eyes, and he secretly wondered in his heart: The peak of the early stage of foundation building... Sword cultivation?

Li Nanshan flew to the ring lightly, with a kind face, showing a harmless smile, facing the young man standing proudly not far away, he clenched his fists and said: "In Xia Li Nanshan, I don't know the name of my brother?"

The disciple of the Taishang Qingtianmen was stunned for a moment, and then replied indifferently: "Taishang Qingtianmen, Zhou Ling." ”

Li Nanshan looked at Zhou Ling, who had fought three games in a row and had suffered a lot of losses, and suggested with a serious face: "Brother Zhou, you might as well breathe and recover for a while, how about we fight again?"

"Idiot. ”

Zhou Ling scolded coldly, but did not refuse Li Nanshan's proposal, he took out a few pills from the storage bag, swallowed them in one gulp, raised his hand and summoned the dark yellow talisman magic weapon that he had used to fight with others, and protected it around his body.

After Zhou Ling glanced at Li Nanshan, he sat cross-legged directly and recovered. Li Nanshan stood with his hands behind his back, his face was indifferent, he didn't move, but his eyes were on the magic weapon that integrated attack and defense.

The disciples watching the battle on both sides were a little dazed, knowing that Zhou Ling had already experienced the wheel war, and the spiritual power in his body was consumed quite a lot, but he was still waiting for him to recover and fight with him again, this was not an idiot, or he was very confident in his cultivation.

But Zhou Ling is obviously a monk in the late stage of foundation building, with strong strength, winning three games in a row, which is obvious to everyone, and although Li Nanshan has not yet made a move, he has not exuded breath and spiritual power fluctuations, but some people can still see that he is indeed just a junior in the early stage of foundation building, even if he is also a monk of earth foundation building, it is really unwise to be so big.

"If it weren't for this person, I wouldn't have lost, so what could he really rely on?"

Offstage, Bai Yang was expressionless in his heart, and after he found that Wen Caiwei was worried, there was an inexplicable jealousy in his heart.

"Why does Senior Sister Wen care so much about this kid, where did this kid come from, why have I never heard Senior Sister mention it!"

After a stick of incense.

Zhou Ling stood up from the ground, looked at Li Nanshan, his expression softened a little, and said coldly: "Li Nanshan, you strike first." ”

Maybe it's because of the benevolence and righteousness that he has been familiar with since he was a child, Li Nanshan still repays the people who don't have a deep hatred and hatred, and he still pays the salute first and then the soldiers, and in the past ten years of cultivation, the monks he killed are just fighting back for self-preservation.

Li Nanshan smiled, hugged his fists and said, "Brother Zhou, then it is better to be respectful than to obey your fate!"

Li Nanshan said that, as if Sichuan Opera had changed his face, as if he had changed a person in an instant, his smile turned into a flash, his eyes were condensed, and he used the spiritual power of his whole body, and he was full of strength as soon as he made a move.

Motionless as a mountain, moving as thunder, Li Nanshan quickly pinched his fingers, and shouted in his mouth: "Disease!"

In an instant, a silver-white flying sword came out of Li Nanshan's storage bag and went straight to Zhou Ling at a speed like lightning.

Fast! Unbelievably fast!

Zhou Ling's expression changed suddenly, and he only felt that there was a silver streamer, wrapped in majestic spiritual power, and he was forced to attack.

Zhou Ling played a few spiritual tricks, urging the talisman with all his strength, and the dark yellow talisman was golden for a while, and it was divided into nine, as if nine impenetrable solid barriers, blocking in front of him.

It was too late to say that it was too fast, but in an instant, the Silver Light Flying Sword had already attacked, and this Zhou Ling was very confident, and the talisman magic weapon that had helped him win three games in a row was like a sharp blade cutting through paper, and the nine-layer absolute defense was pierced by the Silver Light Flying Sword one by one in an instant.

However, in the blink of an eye, the golden light of this magic weapon dimmed and was directly scrapped.

Zhou Ling's pupils shrank, his expression changed greatly, and while he hurriedly retreated, he wanted to take out other magic weapons to resist the sharp momentum of the Silver Light Flying Sword, but it was too late.

This silver light flying sword glowing with cold light, the speed actually increased again, and the next breath was already hovering over Zhou Ling's neck and throat, and with just one more point, he would be bloodied on the spot.

There was a chill in his neck, Zhou Ling didn't dare to look down, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and cold sweat dripped down.

This silver light flying sword was like a god of death asking for his life, so that Zhou Ling did not dare to move, and after a short silence, his voice trembled: "I...... I throw in the towel!"

When Li Nanshan heard this, he raised his hand to recall the Silver Light Flying Sword, hugged his fists and said, "Brother Zhou, admit it!"

Wen Caiwei in the audience looked at this sword, a trace of strangeness flashed in her beautiful eyes, she didn't expect that the down-and-out scholar who was full of flattering words and wanted to be immortal back then had grown to such an impressive extent.

Wen Caiwei couldn't help but murmur in her heart: "It seems that this girl did look away at the beginning, Master's precious jade plate really has a problem, his qualifications are absolutely extraordinary!"

"Back then, if I brought the down-and-out scholars back to Baicaomen, then now...... What would he be like?"

The audience was in an uproar!

No one expected that Li Nanshan, who was only cultivating in the early stage of foundation building, would force Zhou Ling in the later stage of foundation building to admit defeat with only one sword, and Zhou Ling's strong posture is still fresh in many people's memories.

But in this situation, if these two people are fighting to the death, according to this posture, is Zhou Ling already dead under the attack of this silver light flying sword?!

The disciples of the foundation building period of the two major sects have a little different eyes, and the disciples of the Taishang Qingtian Sect, who were originally indifferent and even contemptuous, have completely changed.

On this sword, they had to pay attention to it, and Li Nanshan, who was only in the early stage of foundation building, was secretly estimating in their hearts whether they could dodge it, or how to deal with it, this amazing sword.

Banxiazi originally held the mentality of breaking the jar and letting Li Nanshan give it a try, but she never thought that Li Nanshan gave her a big surprise.

The many disciples of Baicaomen swept away the decadence of Fang Cai, and they were extremely excited, and Bai Yang looked at Li Nanshan who was standing indifferently on the field, and couldn't help lowering his head and clenching his fists tightly.

This unbelievably fast sword is indeed amazing!

The victory and defeat have been divided, Zhou Ling's indifference was swept away, his eyes looked at Li Nanshan like a torch, and after being silent for a while, he hugged his fists and saluted back, this is the respect for the strong!

Then, Zhou Lingfei got out of the ring, bowed to the pure void in front of him and said, "Master, the disciple has a heavy trust!"

Jing Xuzi waved his hand and said expressionlessly: "Zhou Ling, do you know where you lost?"

Zhou Ling arched his hand and replied: "Master, when I was recovering from meditation, Li Nanshan had already seen the weakness of the talisman, and besides, I despised him...... One step late, one step later, so defeat!"

"It's good to know, you've heard it too. Jingxuzi nodded, squinted at Li Nanshan on the stage, thought for a moment, and then turned around and said, "Zhao Guang, you go!"

"This little guy is a sword cultivator, be cautious, don't mess things up!"

"Uncle Shi, don't worry, the last thing I'm afraid of is sword cultivation!"

Among the many disciples of the Taishang Qingtian Sect, a burly young man with a fierce face took a step forward, flew up in the air, and then landed heavily on the ring, stirring up waves of spiritual power oscillation, and the blue jade slab on the ground could not bear such a weight, and suddenly a large number of cracks appeared.

"Boy, Lao Tzu is too on the Qingtian Gate, Zhao Guang!