Evening, Secret Place.

In the center of the formation, a pair of autumn eyes passed through the thin blue line, and in front of them, hundreds of disciples were scattered everywhere. Through their code of conduct, she will select the dead from these hundred people, and the ten true disciples will be in passing. In most sects, she and Linxi will also select secret guards and let them deal with some things.

He looked at the fifteen monks holding the golden token, one of them a black figure towering to one side, his eyes slightly closed, and a black knife about four feet long was held horizontally across his chest. For the guards, she was more optimistic about these fifteen, because they would be more obedient and the task would be more thorough.

"Let's get started. ”

The ethereal voice spread towards the surroundings, and Elder Ling, who was standing beside her, nodded slightly and flew into the air.

"There are no rules, and the last ten people left are true disciples. Get started instantly. ”

The hundred monks who landed in various parts of the valley did not fight directly, they also knew that there were people here who were observing, and when they heard the words of the elders in the sky, they began to think about the meaning. 'If there are no rules, can people die?' Will this affect my promotion to a true disciple?'

Knowing that this war will be cruel and even kill the other side, but they won't do that, competition exists everywhere, but it's not good after that. Here are all the future geniuses of the sect, and there are even two god monks, you know, the two of them can directly obtain the position of deacon. They are all average, just to prove that they are talented enough to have room for growth, so as to get more benefits.

The monks who come here all have needs, most of them are chasing profits, and some hope to be sheltered. However, the sect doesn't care about this, and when you enter the tenth hall, you will have a face, and others will take care of it to some extent.

Kang Ziqing came to a shady place, above which was a dense birch tree, and the green leaves the size of a pu fan were slowly swaying in the breeze. Others were not in such a state of mind and began to search. The group of three came to a mountain peak, faced a monk in front of them, and drew their swords, the blade of which was downward, and the white body of the sword reflected the face of the monk.

"The choice you choose?"

The man standing at the front stared at the young man in front of him, exuding his own momentum. The other two slowly drew their swords, letting the surroundings fall silent.

Chu Junqian, in the middle of the Yuan Infant, was the young patriarch of a slightly larger family.

The young man crushed the purple gold token in his hand, his figure disappeared, his eyes narrowed slightly, but he recorded the appearance of the three people.

"This guy is quite sensible. ”

One of the people beside Chu Junqian spoke, but a trace of mockery at the corner of his mouth couldn't hide it. The trio continued to search for Brother Jiedan. And the other Primal Infant Monks were doing the same.

The pinnacle of a mountain.

The man dressed in white looked at Kang Ziqing opposite, like Chu Junqian, and exuded his own breath, hoping that Chu Junqian would be more interesting, but what he was waiting for was ignoring.

The man in white, Fang Xihai, in the middle of the Yuan Dynasty, is the young patriarch of a small family.

"Fellow Daoist, don't you think you're too high-profile? ”

Fang Xihai's words were flat, but he moved quickly, pulled out the white sword on his waist, stepped lightly on his right foot, and the person appeared in front of Kang Ziqing, stabbing towards the other party's heart.

A black light grew from the corner of his eye, it was a knife tip, which also pierced his heart, so that he had to change his body, his face was a little blue with anger, this was the first time he had seen such a fight, and he began to re-examine the other party. Kang Ziqing won his respect, you must know that the other party's speed of drawing the knife in the late stage of the knot is not slower than his own.

"Fellow Daoist, can you tell me your name and visit you on which day? ”

"Kang Ziqing"

After some hypocritical politeness, Fang Xihai turned around and left.

Half a day later, a golden arrow feather headed towards Kang Ziqing's heart*, and a slender and piercing sound sounded around. Kang Ziqing quickly stood up, swept across, blocked the golden arrow feather, and retreated backwards, dissipating the impact of the impact.

His dark eyes stared in the direction of the golden arrow, and a handsome man in a blue power suit lowered his bow and arrows, a smile on his lips.

Shangguan Yicheng, in the late Yuan Infant period, was the young master of a big family, proficient in swords, knives, and arrows.

"Yes, that's good. "Lan Yu, you go up and try it. He said to the middle-aged man in a cyan power suit beside him.

"Yes. ”

A black broadsword touched the ground lightly, and he dragged the ground, and a long straight line extended from a distance in front of Kang Ziqing.

"Take me three times. "The three sword shadows of 'Waves Turning the Sky' flashed and fell towards the top of Kang Ziqing's head, fast, continuous, and powerful.

A crack appeared at the heart of Kang Ziqing's soul, and an illusory, gray rope extended from the hilt of the slashing knife to the heart, and the four-foot-long slashing blade was even darker, and the bottom up met the lower slashing blade.

A thin line appeared on Lan Yu's blade, spreading, shattering, and landing, and a line of blood appeared on Lan Yu's chest, and a mouthful of blood spat out of his mouth. Shangguan Yicheng, who was on the side, appeared at his side, put a Qi and Blood Pill into his mouth, and sat cross-legged beside him, sending source qi to him to help him dissolve the medicinal power faster.

Kang Ziqing turned around, the glow flickered, and walked to the other side, at the top of a ten-zhang maple tree, Fang Haixi jumped into the distance and disappeared into the bushes.

Two days later.

There was only one disciple left, Kang Ziqing, and in front of him, a middle-aged man in blue put away the fragments of the medium-grade sword on the ground, and said in his heart, 'High-grade Treasure Weapon' and 'Powerful Combat Power', and then flew away in the air.

The rest of the monks also knew about Kang Ziqing at this time, the high-grade treasure weapon black knife, standing against the late Yuan Infant stage, they knew that there was one place missing, and they also acquiesced in him to heal at the mountain peak.

The remaining nearly sixty infant monks began to reshuffle the cards, and their quota was only a mere seven, and nearly nine people were elected one.

At this time, Shangguan Yicheng was dressed in a blue power suit, and looked at a white-clothed figure opposite, it was Fang Xihai, who directly pulled the * in his hand, and a golden arrow feather condensed in the center of *, and the tip of the arrow exuded a golden edge, and then flew towards Fang Xihai.

The sword light shone, the golden arrow cluster was slashed, and the young man who was also dressed in white standing beside Fang Xihai slowly withdrew the sword from its scabbard, and his dark blue eyes looked directly at Shangguan Yicheng.

The man in white, Xia Xiaozhuo, in the late Yuan Infant period, is the young head of the big family.

"He's my man. ”

"Then your little heart has been bitten. ”

Shangguan Yicheng didn't care if he was blocked, he opened his mouth, revealing a row of white teeth, and then, he held Lan Yu with his left hand and left directly. Xia Xiaozhuo turned his head and stared at Fang Xihai for a moment, then turned around and walked into the distance, followed by Fang Xihai and another man in white. Several people have the same idea, and now cut off the little characters at the bottom, and then start the real showdown.

Under a mountain peak, a woman in a long green dress swung her sword and slashed at a woman in a cyan power suit, and the two swords collided, and the two separated.

Woman in green long skirt, Gu Fei'er, late Yuan infant, descendant of the big family, cyan strong woman, Su Yingxin, middle Yuan infant, loose cultivation.

A red ball appeared in Su Yingxin's hand, and she threw it at Gu Fei'er, and with a soft sound, red smoke drifted out of it. A dagger flew from the hand that appeared in Gu Fei'er's hand towards the opposite side, and a sound of gold and iron crashing sounded. By the time the smoke cleared, the figure on the other side had long since disappeared.

Secret realm, five days later, a mountain peak, surrounded by green trees, below is a pool of cold water, the semicircular outline reflects half of the sky.

On a mountain peak, Kang Ziqing, dressed in black, opened his eyes and stared at the fifteen people below. There are a few acquaintances in it, Xia Xiaozhuo, Shangguan Yicheng, and Gu Fei'er.

On the other two peaks, the two eyes were also fixed on the fifteen people at the foot of the mountain, both of whom were dressed in cyan robes, and after entering the secret realm, they sat on the top of the mountain, and no one bothered them, and they were happy to be idle. Of course, as god-transforming monks, the two of them also deserve this treatment. After all, there are still very few demons, and the two of them only saw Kang Ziqing alone.

Disciple of the Avatar, Xie Yuan, in the early stage of the Avatar, the patriarch of the slightly larger family, and Miao Shaohui, in the early stage of the Avatar, the elder of the slightly larger family.

Below, next to the cold pool.

A platform with a radius of 50 zhang rises from below, and the white clouds in the sky are reflected on the smooth plane, and the seven-colored lines are all over the place.

Fifteen people fell towards the platform, and the breeze blew, and it couldn't blow away to kill Xiao Se. A melodious bell rang, and the sword flashed. Shangguan Yicheng flew towards Xia Xiaozhuo on the opposite side, Su Yingxin dodged Gu Fei'er's sword light, and although the other eleven people had no grudges, they also had to draw their swords at this time.

Fifteen people fight, it's chaotic, there is not much targeting, just cut fifteen to seven. Kang Ziqing, who was sitting on the peak, looked at a few people in the field, they were very distinctive.

The woman in the cyan power suit (Su Yingxin) was able to dodge whenever Gu Fei'er was about to attack her. The man wrapped in an unknown animal skin used two golden hammers and danced into a circle to defuse the opponent's attacks, a move he had never seen before. A woman in a long white dress, holding a spiritual weapon in her hand, and I don't know what the origin is. The man who looked like a monkey had strange steps and weak attack power, so he couldn't say that he had any adventures.

Golden Hammer Man, Shi Meng, Late Yuan Infant Period, Loose Cultivation, Spirit Weapon Girl, Murong Xuanyue, Late Yuan Infant Period, Descendant of the Big Family, Monkey Man, Jiang He, Middle Yuan Infant Period, Scattered Cultivation.

He looked at the other nun again, her appearance was very beautiful, she was using a sword, every move was beautiful, a pair of blue eyes were watery, a small nose, and ruddy lips, which made his body a little dry.

His heart ached, his eyes darkened, and two tears flowed out, 'Charming, Divine Monk', and there was a cold sound from his body, driving away the heat of his body.

The corners of the woman in white hooked up a hint of playfulness, she couldn't imagine that she could get rid of it so quickly, she was indeed a genius, and the cyan sword in her hand waved, blocking the flying white sword light, her blue eyes flashed, and a middle-aged man on the opposite side walked out of the platform in a daze, which shocked the remaining fourteen people.

"The little woman has just entered the god transformation test. ”

The delicate words came out of her mouth, making the two middle-aged men beside her hot, and at the moment of losing consciousness, several sword shadows fell on the two of them, knocking them out of the platform, a mouthful of blood spurted out, staining the ground red, and the face was full of unwillingness.

Two middle-aged men, Zheng Quan, late Yuan Infant, scattered cultivation, Du Shou, late Yuan infant, scattered cultivation. A charming woman in white, Feng Simeng, in the early days of the gods, a descendant of a big family.

A day later, Jiang He, besieged by two people, fell off the platform. Another day later, Chu Junqian was intervening in the battle between Shangguan Yicheng and Xia Xiaozhuo, and was attacked by the two and fled from the platform.

The fifth day of the battle.

There are seven people sitting on the platform, Shangguan Yicheng, Xia Xiaozhuo, Shi Meng, Feng Simeng, Su Yingxin, Gu Feier, and Murong Xuanyue.

Nangong Min appeared in the center of the battle platform in a white dress with a light veil, and behind her, Deacon Fu was dressed in a long green dress, with a gentle smile on her delicate face. Kang Ziqing and the three of them flew down from the mountain peak, landed on the platform, and looked at Nangong Min and the others. Xie Yuan and Miao Shaohui vaguely felt the fluctuation of the aura on Deacon Fu's body, which was a trend of breaking through to refining the void.

Deacon Fu, Fu Bimei, half-empty, loose cultivation.

Turning into a god has a trace of divine consciousness, and the divine consciousness is turned into a weapon to attack; refining the void divine consciousness into the heart of heaven and earth, returning to nature, can know a trace of the future. When encountering a certain degree of danger, the mind is alert. At the same time, the sea of knowledge underwent a metamorphosis, further expanded, before refining the void, the sea of knowledge continued to evolve to the truth, constantly changing quantitatively, and at this time the qualitative change, with weight, shape, so that the mind is clearer, a thousand miles of thought.

"From now on, you will be the true disciples of the Tenth Temple. ”

The sound of flowing water like a clear spring sounded on the battle platform, and the ethereal sound quality made the surroundings quiet. Ten purple tokens appeared in the air, flew towards Kang Ziqing's ten people, and floated in front of everyone, and the ten people did not hesitate to put away the purple tokens. At the same time, I have a new understanding of the Holy Maiden in my heart, that 'simple' action, the Yuanying Monk can easily do it, and they further condense after the Shenhai enters the Yuanying, but it is not simple for the Holy Maiden who is only in the early stage of the Yudan.

Ten jade bottles flew towards everyone, ten people took it, opened it, and the rich medicinal fragrance wafted out, 'Five Qi Pill', and put it in the storage bag.

Wuqi Dan, prefecture-level medium grade, more comprehensive healing medicine.

Kang Ziqing was slightly surprised by Nangong Min's generosity, the current market price of a Five Qi Pill is not low, let alone thirty-five top-grade Source Crystals. It is said that in addition to slashing the soul, this pill is the most expensive. Several people obviously also knew the value of the Five Qi Pill, and then thanked Nangong Min.

Nangong Min looked at Kang Ziqing, his autumn eyes, dark eyes looked at each other, and after a while, he looked away.

"Senior Brother Kang, I don't know if I want to worship Elder Nobu. ”

Without waiting for Kang Ziqing to reply, he led a white flying sword in front of him, and subconsciously caught the flying sword, but saw that Nangong Min had already turned around. Several people looked at Kang Ziqing with different eyes, they didn't know about Nangong Min, but if she could dominate the secret realm, her status must not be low, and this matter was basically confirmed.

Outside the secret side.

Nangong Min appeared, and then took away twenty people (most of them were from small families or scattered cultivators) and left.

"The main hall is to set up secret guards, and the treatment is equivalent to that of the true disciples, perhaps better. As a price, obey the lord of the temple within three hundred years. ”

The twenty men pondered for a moment, and after a moment, several agreed. Nangong Min informed them of this matter, if they refused, they were afraid that the hall master would kill people and destroy their mouths, and at the same time, they were treated the same as the true disciples, this was worth their careful evaluation, and there were not many such good things.