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"Danger often goes hand in hand with opportunity. In that ancient wasteland, the rules of the Heavenly Dao are much clearer than ours, and if it weren't for the age limit, your master and I would like to go in and have a sense of it!" Jiang Qingyuan said enviously.

"Heavenly Dao rules?"

The little fox looked at the master thoughtfully. It's not the first time she's heard of rules, as early as the day Qiao Shan was tortured, Feng Yuebai had mentioned the word rules, but the rules of the Heavenly Dao, can it be ...... The corners of the little fox's lips lifted slightly, and there was finally a hint of change on her playful face.

Jiang Qingyuan nodded appreciatively. He's a disciple, and his understanding is really not bad! He just said that, this girl can guess so clues.

How did he know that the little fox could guess more than a little corner. The fox has already thought of the extraordinary nature of the ancient wasteland, and I am afraid that it has a lot to do with wind, rain, thunder and lightning, time, etc.

"Master, when can I enter the Ancient Wasteland?" asked the little fox with a twinkle in her eyes.

Although the little fox himself is sure to step into the Jindan realm in three years, if he can improve his cultivation a little, he will naturally have a greater grasp of survival when he travels to the ancient wasteland. The fox had already made up her mind that she could not waste any more time from now on, except for studying with her master, she would spend all her time on cultivation.

"Master, that little green ......," the little fox said with a worried look in her eyes.

"Your pet will be handed over to me for the time being. Three years later, I'll take care of you back as a lively little green!"

When Jiang Qingyuan said this, he already had a plan in his heart. Although the Ancient Wasteland is a treasure land for comprehending the Dao rules, it is also a place of great evil, and if Qianxue can have the help of this spirit pet in the future, he must have a greater chance of success.

"Although Xiaoqing is a spiritual pet, it is a disciple...... It's important...... Master, Xiaoqing will entrust it to you!" Xiaohu'er got up and respectfully saluted Jiang Qingyuan.

Chaoyang Peak has been the first of the six peaks for thousands of years. As the only mountain peak of the sect that is open to the outside world, at this time at the east foot of Chaoyang Peak, the Canglong Square challenge platform is overcrowded.

"In the sixth game, the fairy road, the autumn water wins!"

As soon as the voice landed, the crowd immediately caused an uproar. Luo Feishuang, who was hiding in the corner to watch the exchange match, stared at the winning woman on the stage with a complicated face, is there such a big gap between her and this half-sister?

The faces of the authorities of the Yanxia Sect who were sitting above the Canglong Platform and watching were also extremely ugly. The competition is divided into fifteen games, and at present, the Yanxia Sect has lost five games, and the hope of winning is almost zero.

Lie Mingyang cheered up and maintained his usual demeanor. He didn't think about anything else, he just hoped that the loss of his disciples would not be too ugly.

"In the seventh game, Immortal Dao Xia Qinghou, challenge the Yanxia disciple!" A clear male voice came from the challenge platform, and everyone below was in an uproar.

"Where did this person come from? But the Great Perfection cultivation in the foundation building period even dared to challenge the Yanxia disciples!

"Who knows, maybe people have some unknown means!"

"Xia Qinghou, when will the Immortal Dao allow the foundation building period to cultivate and become a core disciple!"

The crowd below was talking, and Xia Qinghou, who was standing on the challenge platform, was unmoved. At this moment, he was dressed in white and standing with a sword in his hand, floating like a fairy, causing the woman below to scream, and the pair of autumn water in Luo Feishuang was even more brilliant, tightly locked on Xia Qinghou's body.

"Ah Li, why didn't you come? Could it be that something is delayed?" Xia Qinghou's eyes showed a look of disappointment, and he sighed in his heart.

"It's so arrogant! Look at the way he looks, is it because I have no one in the smoke!"

"If I were a disciple in black, I would definitely go up and beat him severely!"

The Yanxia children below were both envious and jealous, eager to jump up and kick that damn little white face out of the ring. Soon, a black-clothed disciple jumped onto the Canglong Platform.

"Jade Peak Nie Xun came to receive the teaching!"

The black-clothed disciple who claimed to be Nie Xun hugged his fist at Xia Qinghou, but he didn't take the lead, but looked at Xia Qinghou with disdain.

"Senior Brother Nie, come on!"

"Senior Brother Nie, teach that guy a hard lesson!"

"Let him see how powerful my Yanxia disciple is!"

The main purpose of Xia Qinghou's trip was to see Ah Li. Now that Ah Li has not appeared, how can he have any intention to learn from others?

"You're not my opponent, admit defeat!"

Nie Xun almost laughed out of breath, he had seen such an arrogant disciple, but it was the first time he had seen such an arrogant disciple of the foundation building period.

"Stinky boy, since you are so arrogant, then Nie will learn your skills!"

As soon as Nie Xun's words landed, the figure disappeared from the stage, and immediately after, a huge silver match fell from the sky and went straight to Xia Qinghou.

Xia Qinghou stood straight in place, and his body did not move a bit. As soon as Lian Gang approached the position of three meters around his body, he was immediately dispersed by an extremely sharp sword aura.

Before Nie Xun, who was stunned, could react, a shocking flood swept straight towards him with a dazzling light. Before Nie Xun could see the true face of the sword, his skin had already been sharpened, and several wounds had been cut.

"I throw in the towel!"

Nie Xun was very aggrieved, he didn't even see what that weapon looked like, he had been injured by his sword qi, how could he continue this battle?

"In the seventh game, Immortal Dao Xia Qinghou wins!"

There was silence in the huge square, and it took a long time for someone to breathe a sigh of relief. Except for the elders and a few disciples in the stands, everyone in the audience also didn't see what magic weapon Xia Qinghou was using.

"Hahaha! It seems that my Immortal Dao disciple is still a step ahead!"

Wang Man's flamboyant laughter spread throughout the square. The women with peach blossom faces all looked excited, while the other Yanxia Sect people didn't look very good.

"Hehe, it's just the power of weapons. If I'm not mistaken, the disciples of your sect used it, but Zixiao carried a sword and a dragon!"

"Sect Master's eyes are still vicious. It is true that Qinghou is using the Youlong Sword, but the Youlong has long recognized it as the master, so it can also be said that Youlong is a magic weapon that he has cultivated himself!" Wang Man said proudly.

"What?," Bai Qi, the first elder of Cloud Chasing Peak, said in a lost voice.

"How do you know about the means of my Immortal Dao?" Wang Man glanced at Bai Qi with disdain.

"You ......" Bai Qi's old face turned red, and his beard trembled slightly.

"If any disciple of my Yanxia Sect can win three games in a row, this seat will allow him a volume of earth-level spells and a quota for the Holy Land!"

Lie Mingyang's bland words spread over Canglong Square, and the crowd below exploded again. Feng Yuebai, who was standing on the edge of the sea of people, looked moved, he didn't care about any ground-level spells, but those three holy places...... I really want to go in and see it myself.

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