The place where the ancient lantern is located is not located in the sect, but in an open area in a dense forest three hundred miles outside the sect.

I have heard Yan Wei introduce before, this sect competition is held once a year, usually around June, its purpose is to highlight the martial spirit of Gu Deng's disciples, and secondly, it is also the main way for Gu Deng to select disciples among those branch sects and immortal cultivation families.

Early in the morning, Mu Qing and Yan Tianxin followed Murong Xue to the venue of the competition. Mi Fu didn't like to be lively, and said that he would prepare for another retreat and hit the middle stage of the spirit crystal, but he didn't follow.

I saw that this open land could not be built like a platform, but a square opened up by cutting down trees, which was enough to cover a thousand feet.

In this square, there are already several groups of monks in the ranks, the largest group is the ancient lamp disciples, about a hundred people, and the other groups are mostly a team of more than a dozen people, looking at the clothes are not the ancient lamp disciples, and there are still retreats in the sky. Sect Leader Xiao Dusk, Great Elder Cheng Xuanfeng, Elder Ding Yishan, and Elder Tan had already arrived, and they were greeting the elders who were leading the team among the foreign monks.

Yan Wei and Shi Yan followed behind Elder Tan, unsmiling. Yan Wei saw Mu Qing and the three of them coming, and waved at them, Mu Qing smiled in return, but Yan Tianxin also waved his hand.

Fang Tianqiu stood behind Cheng Xuanfeng with his head bowed, followed by the yellow-faced senior brother, Du Zhong. I heard that this person was originally sent to Lingmu Valley to be on duty, but now he is back.

Fang Tianqiu also saw the three of them and showed a bright smile.

After waiting for a while, a few rays of light flew in the distance, and Mu Qing counted silently in his heart, a total of fourteen teams of people came, counting the disciples of the ancient lamp, there were nearly three hundred people here. Looking at the magnanimity from a distance, in addition to the four great monks of the Spirit Crystal Stage of the Ancient Lamp, it seems that there are also several monks of the Spirit Crystal Stage in those branch sects and families.

Xiao Dusk looked around, seeing that the people were almost coming, he hugged his fist to an old man who was greeting in front of him, slowly walked to the center of the square, and said loudly: "My ancient lamp shines on the thousands of years of Lingzhou immortal cultivation world, relying on this martial spirit, today's sect is big, the rules are the same, all the younger generations in the smart period can perform on the stage, each person can only choose one magic weapon, only the winner is divided, and the cultivation of the exercises can be displayed. Alright, without further ado, the competition begins—"

As soon as Xiao Dusk's words fell, an old man in his fifties walked out of the group, saluted Xiao Dusk, and hugged his fists slightly to everyone, and said: "Little old man Liu Tongzhou, a disciple of the Flame Gate, I am late in the spiritual world, and my cultivation is also slow to enter the realm, so I will come first to offer an ugly, I don't know which Taoist friend is willing to teach?"

I only heard a dull voice among the Gu Deng disciples say, "Brother Liu, it was the two of us who played first last year." As he spoke, a fat man with pigtails on his head laughed as he walked towards the center of the square.

It was Peng Song.

Liu Tongzhou hugged his fist at Peng Song and said, "Indeed, last year, Lao Yu lost to His Excellency. ”

Peng Song said: "I have been guarding the Spirit Wood Valley for most of the year this year, and my cultivation has fallen a lot, let's compare again!"

Liu Tongzhou said "Please!" With both hands stretched out to his chest, a small fireball gushed out from each of his palms, and as soon as he pushed with both hands, the fireball hit Peng Song. As soon as the fireball came out, he touched his waist with one hand, and a large earthy yellow fan appeared in his hand.

Peng Song saw the fireball coming, said "It's good", turned his hand, took out a large purple gold gourd from the storage bag, recited the law, and aimed the mouth of the gourd at the fireball, and a green glow was born in the gourd and rolled towards the fireball, as if to include the fireball in it.

Liu Tongzhou fanned the big pu in his hand, and the fireball suddenly changed direction, dodging the swept Qingxia, separated left and right, turned in a big circle and hit Peng Song. At the same time, with a fan in one hand and a chest in the other, another fireball was born, pushed forward, and the fireball turned into a wave of fire, walking in the center, directly hitting Peng Song's door.

Peng Song's gourd-like magic weapon, called the Fire Devouring Purple Gold Beast, can also be regarded as a high-level magic weapon, which can not only store his own fire spells for later use, but also collect other people's fire spells.

At this moment, he did not panic in the face of the three-way attack, and he divided his hands on both sides, and also gave birth to two fireballs, but they were bigger than Liu Tongzhou's fireballs, and the big gourd floated in front of him, and under the control of the law and spiritual power, it continued to spew out Qingxia, rolling towards the middle fireball.

"Bang-bang-" Two sounds, the two fireballs coming from the left and right collided, made a muffled sound, and disappeared, and the fireballs from the middle were also swept into the Qingxia released by the gourd, and they were submerged in it.

Liu Tongzhou seems to be very familiar with Peng Song, after the third fireball was shot, it had jumped more than ten zhang high in the air, but the big pu fan became bigger, the fan surface was like a tabletop, he fanned Peng Song, and a rain of fire shrouded a radius of more than ten zhang, heading towards Peng Song......

The big fan fanned again, and these fire rains seemed to have grown wings, flying all over the sky, and attacking Peng Song along different routes.

Peng Song said with a smile: "Brother Liu, your method of using a fan to control fire and rain has improved a lot compared to last year!"

After that, he held the big gourd to his chest, slapped his two fat hands on the gourd's stomach, and a thick rocket several zhang long sprayed towards Liu Tongzhou.

Liu Tongzhou was in mid-air, although he couldn't fly, he shook the big fan, flew out several feet with the power of the reverse thrust, dodged the rocket, and landed steadily.

At this time, the rain of fire had also hit Peng Song's body, only to see Peng Song's fat body straightened, his belly bulged, and the red robe on his body violently agitated, and it was towards a balloon that was blown up instantly, "Bang Bang Bang ......" The sound sounded rapidly, and the rain of fire hit the robe, which could only blow up a depression in the bulging robe, and could not directly hit Peng Song's body.

The two attacked this blow, and it was a draw.

Ding Yishan was standing beside the master of the Flame Gate, and said in a low voice: "Your sect, this old man Liu, is really tireless! I remember, he has been here more than a dozen times, since the early stage of the spirit, and now he is in the middle stage. ”

The sect master hurriedly bowed down and said, "Elder Ding, Tongzhou's desire to join your sect is firmer than anyone else!"

Ding Yishan smiled slightly, and shouted at the two people in the square: "Okay! Although Liu Tongzhou is not young, his control of fire spells is not weak, so join me today!"

Liu Tongzhou was overjoyed when he heard this, hurriedly collected the spell, saluted Peng Song, and trotted all the way to Ding Yishan, bowed down, and thanked him again and again.

It was the first time for Mu Qing to see people compete like this, and she was very curious, and saw that the fire control skills of the two were not weak, so she secretly applauded. Xindao: This is because Senior Brother Peng Song doesn't look good, but his cultivation is very solid, it seems that he still benefits from the perennial actual combat.

I only heard Peng Song shouting: "I haven't enjoyed it yet, I don't know which Taoist friend has come to teach?"

As soon as the words fell, a figure flew in, and when he looked at it, it was the thin man who was willing to judge.

Mu Qing smiled slightly, and said in her heart: These two people get together, and the fun must be not small.

But he didn't expect Gan Juan to open his mouth and say: "Senior Brother Rou Song, every year I call back and forth, compared to each other, it's all of us, this year is different, my sect has an alchemy master, Senior Brother Yang Qingyang!"

As soon as he said this, the monks present immediately looked at Mu Qing's side.

Mu Qing didn't react for a while, he didn't plan to compete, he just came to play soy sauce and join in the fun.

I only heard Peng Song say: "That's right! On that day at the top of Yunlan Peak, Senior Brother Yang was the enemy of group cultivation, and I saw that style in my eyes!"

Gan judged: "Senior Brother Yang is not only a person with excellent divine sense cultivation, but also a supernatural earth system exercise!"

Peng Song said: "Yes, yes, that's called a superb, unpredictable!"

Gan judged: "I think it's like this today, how about the two of us invite Senior Brother Yang to perform and ask for advice?"

Mu Qing listened to the two of them singing and harmonizing, and smiled bitterly in her heart. He understood that these two must have received the Huoyun Pill sent by Yan Wei yesterday, and he was grateful in his heart, and now he was a kind intention, allowing him to show his face in front of the sect master, the elders, and many disciples. Moreover, he also heard people say that since that day when he was a hundred enemies in the tug-of-war of divine consciousness, although the big guy admired his divine consciousness cultivation, some people said that his cultivation was very rubbish, and these two people were justifying their names today!

But you should ask my opinion beforehand? I don't think that's what I think at all, okay?

Listening to the voices around him gradually sounded, Mu Qing knew bitterly: I want to keep a low profile, I want to make a lot of money in a muffled voice, and I want to be forgotten as soon as possible like a small pebble!