In the afternoon, a thin mist fills the entire Mount Tai, and the majestic mountains are covered with a veil of mystery.

Because of the relationship between the topography of Mount Tai and the natural environment, the day is shorter than elsewhere, the sun at this time is slanting westward, sprinkling ten thousand soft glow, the void spirit cliff is in a mess, in the afterglow of the sunset it looks particularly depressed.

Ning Qianxi stood on a strange rocky hill, the green silk was coiled, two strands of hair were meekly drooping down from her ears, a white dress of Shengxue moved with the wind, the afterglow of the setting sun made her add a touch of softness, standing on the hill like a fairy about to fly away in the wind.

Ning Qianxi's beautiful apricot eyes were clear and charming, but she was a little tired, her fair cheeks had lost a lot, and the whole person was a little haggard, which was pitiful.

Ning Qianxi looked intently at the pile of rocks in the sunset, with no joy or sadness. After half a month, she has gradually accepted the fact that her 'senior brother' died, and her sadness will be there, but it is not as strong as at the beginning.

After this incident, she has obviously matured a lot, and she is no longer the simple and impulsive woman she used to be.

"Sister, let's go! You have been standing here for more than ten days, and you are about to become a wangfu stone, and people can't be resurrected after death, so why bother?" Ning Qianyu came to Ning Qianxi's side and comforted her softly.

Although Ning Qianyu had come here to comfort Ning Qianxi many times, she was still in a trance when she saw Ning Qianxi's dress again.

Her sister has always been known as a fairy, and she has always been worldly and dusty, noble and dusty, but in the last short period of time, her sister has changed too much, so big that it is a little difficult for her to accept.

Almost in the blink of an eye, her sister coiled the green silk on her head, turning into this familiar and unfamiliar appearance.

She can understand Ning Qianxi's mentality, the reason why she simply cut off Qingsi to be an unmarried woman is that on the one hand, she really cares about Xiao Cheng, she can see it.

On the other hand, there is apology and gratitude. Her sister has always been an extremely kind person, jealous of evil and hatred to support justice, but this time Xiao Cheng died because of her sister's recklessness.

"Senior brother will come back to life!" Ning Qianxi turned her head to look at Ning Qianyu, shook her head lightly, her eyes were extremely firm.

"En, yes, I said it wrong! Sister, let's go, the competition has been going on for five days, and today is the final competition. This time, the strongest of the younger generation is about to be produced, not to be missed!" Ning Qianyu hurriedly changed her words and smiled.

"Well, let's go take a look!" Ning Qianxi nodded, looked at the messy rocky mountain in the distance, sighed melancholy, sacrificed the Eight Treasures Red Lotus, and took Ning Qianyu into the air to leave the Void Spirit Cliff together.

The two of them stood on top of the Eight Treasures Red Lotus, both of them were beautiful, a pair of sisters. One is indifferent, the other is beautiful and moving, under the halo of red lotus, it is even more incompatible.

"Boom-"

Just as the two of them lifted off from the Void Spirit Cliff. The Void Spirit Cliff suddenly let out a roar, and the towering Void Spirit Cliff may have been affected by a huge external force and collapsed, and the line of words on it turned into pieces.

Ning Qianxi's delicate body trembled. Looking back at the Void Spirit Cliff that was collapsing, I saw the rocks rolling. The sand and dust filled the sky, and a giant peak that pierced the sky turned into ruins in an instant, muttering to himself: "That's it, maybe there is a providence in the dark!"

Ning Qianxi turned around and flew to the huge teaching ground of Mount Tai with Ning Qianyu, and did not look back, the temperament of the whole person changed, and the depression on her body was swept away. Instead of feeling sorry for herself, she should go all out to pursue the fairy path, and she firmly believes that one day she will be able to find her 'senior brother'.

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This time, the Taishan Ring was held in the huge teaching ground of the Taishan faction, the huge teaching field was built on the top of the mountain, the teaching field was like a mountain cut off and formed, the diameter of the circular teaching ground was about 3,000 meters, extremely wide, and it was not a problem to accommodate tens of thousands of people.

At this time, the huge teaching hall was crowded with people, and the black and oppressive crowd stood on the edge of the teaching field, surrounding the entire wide teaching field.

Tens of thousands of cultivators let out a burst of shouts, and the sound shook the sky. The huge aura formed by countless cultivators made the air in the entire sect field viscous, and cultivators with slightly lower cultivation only felt that it was a little difficult to breathe.

This Taishan Ring was jointly organized by the Taishan faction and the Nine Divisions, and nearly 40,000 young cultivators were present, which was an unprecedented event in the cultivation world.

However, the rules are extremely simple, there is only one rule, no matter what grudge, you must not kill your opponent if you admit defeat. In other words, there are almost no restrictions, as long as the opponent does not admit defeat, you can ask for a chase and fight, and it doesn't matter if you kill the opponent.

The slightest carelessness in the battle between cultivators will cause irreversible results, and it is simply impossible to stop at the point.

The prizes of this competition are extremely rich, and the strongest person who wins in the end will get the title of the strongest person in the Taishan competition, as well as outstanding physical prizes, one high-grade spirit grass, one or two high-grade refining materials, one Peiyuan Dan, and ten high-grade spirit stones.

For eight hundred years, the spiritual energy of the land of Kyushu is thin, the high-grade spirit grass is extremely rare, the value of a high-grade spirit grass is immeasurable, if one or two high-grade refining materials are integrated into the low-grade flying sword, the grade of the flying sword can be raised to the middle grade in an instant, and it is hard to find, and Pei Yuan Dan is the elixir that cultivators dream of.

The prize of the strongest is a big one, and it makes people stunned.

In addition to the prizes for the strongest players, the top eight finishers will receive significant rewards.

Wealth is moving, and in the face of this kind of lavish prize, countless cultivators flock to it, but anyone who thinks that his strength is good has participated in the competition.

More than 1,000 cultivators signed up to participate in this competition, and after five days of competition, hundreds of people were killed and injured. In the ring, the strength has the final say, the strong one is very excited to win, and the weak one is defeated and leaves the court.

In five days, the competition was nearing its end, and only two strong players of the younger generation were left in the field to compete for the strongest.

One person was wearing a blue-gray robe with a resolute face, it was the famous Huang Xuanqi of the Emei faction. In the current situation where the top ten holy lands have not yet entered the world, Huang Xuanqi is undoubtedly the leader of the younger generation of Xiuzhen.

Although he had been defeated by the Golden Winged Great Demon King with a punch before, the cultivator was already good at long-range attacks, and being defeated by the Golden Winged Great Demon King at close range was nothing at all, if it was in a wide area, it was not certain who would win and who would lose, and no one would underestimate Huang Xuanqi's strength under the so-called fame.

However, at this time, Huang Xuanqi looked extremely wolfish, several wounds on his body continued to ooze blood, stained red with blue-gray Taoist robes, and his hair was messy. His face was pale, the corners of his mouth were bloody, he had already suffered a heavy blow, and it was only a matter of time before he was defeated.

On the other hand, Huang Xuanqi's opponent was calm and relaxed, and his body was clean.

This man has never been injured along the way, and each time he has easily solved his opponent, and after a total of eight battles, six strong men died at his hands. Murder doesn't even frown, obviously an extremely easy person to kill.

This person is said to be called Ji Wushuang, no one has ever heard of this name before, and no one knows his teacher or background so far.

Ji Wushuang was wearing a set of silver quaint battle armor, long black hair and shawl, a pair of eagle-like eyes, murderous, with a disdainful smile on the corner of his mouth, and his body exuded a fierce and majestic momentum. In the afterglow of the setting sun, it was like the god of war descending.

If Xiao Cheng was here, he would definitely be able to recognize this Ji Wushuang as Fang Tian's Holy Son.

"Hmph! Could it be that the disciples of the Emei Holy Land have this kind of strength? I am really disappointed! This time the competition is even one by one...... There is no one who makes an all-out move, it's really boring!" Ji Wushuang looked at Huang Xuanqi coldly, showing a playful smile.

"You...... You are just relying on two magic weapons!"

Huang Xuanqi roared angrily. His hair flew like a wounded lion, and his hands moved in unison, pinching out a complicated seal. Ten thousand rays of light condensed in an instant, and countless sword lights like essence swept across the sky towards Ji Wushuang.

Just yesterday. He watched his junior brother be beheaded off by a sword, how could he not be angry, this revenge must be avenged.

"Haha, magic weapons are also part of strength, isn't it? Your junior brother's own strength is not good, who is to blame? Not to mention your junior brother, even you will die!" Ji Wushuang laughed insolently, completely ignoring the Emei Thousand Blades in his eyes, this kind of Dao technique couldn't hurt him at all.

"Ding Ding Ding ......" Countless blades of light slashed towards Ji Wushuang, emitting a series of sharp sounds, sparks flying everywhere, but they couldn't break through Ji Wushuang's armor.

"Senior brother, admit defeat!" The Emei disciples outside the arena shouted loudly, if this continues, Huang Xuanqi will definitely die.

"Admit defeat! Admit defeat! Admit defeat!" Countless cultivators let out a heaven-shattering cry, not wanting Huang Xuanqi to fall, and everyone had no good impression of the arrogant and cold-blooded Ji Wushuang.

Seeing this situation, whether it was the staff of the Ninth Division or the elders of the Taishan faction, there was no way, the rules were set by them, Huang Xuanqi did not admit defeat, and the competition could only continue.

"Ahh

"Haha, forbidden arts?" Ji Wushuang smiled disdainfully and snorted lightly: "Send you on your way!

Ji Wushuang said, sacrificing the crimson flying sword, and the flying sword trembled slightly, like a streamer of light heading straight to Huang Xuanqi's face.

"Poof-" There was a muffled sound, and the crimson flying sword slashed on Huang Xuanqi's shoulder. At the critical moment, Huang Xuanqi dodged and avoided the fatal blow.

The huge impact took Huang Xuanqi and flew out of the field, and the disciples of Emei Holy Land hurriedly caught Huang Xuanqi.

"You're in luck!" Ji Wushuang looked at Huang Xuanqi who flew out of the field, and smiled coldly, whether Huang Xuanqi was dead or alive didn't matter to him at all.

Huang Xuanqi was defeated, and Ji Wushuang was undoubtedly the strongest person in this competition, winning the title of the strongest person of the younger generation this time.

"Hahaha......" Ji Wushuang stood in the teaching field, looking up to the sky and laughing wildly, his long black hair fluttering in the wind, full of spirit, and suddenly roared: "Is there no opponent? Who else? Who else wants to challenge me? I will take all the challenges!"

Hearing Ji Wushuang's shouting, the originally crowded teaching field quieted down for a while. And at this moment, a lotus platform flew from afar, and two sisters, Ning Qianxi and Ning Qianyu, stood on it.

The moment Ning Qianxi saw Ji Wushuang, she immediately recognized it, this person was the person who shot a cold arrow in the immortal tomb and plotted against Xiao Cheng, and her expression couldn't help but be cold.

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[I'm sorry, I'm delayed today, I'm afraid there is only one shift, and I will try to break out tomorrow...... I hope you understand!]

~ (To be continued.)