The leader took the idea, Ping Ping raised the jade plate above his head with both hands, and said solemnly: "Real person, please come to the stage!"

Mao Ying Zhenren returned the salute slightly, and silently stepped into the Star Gate. Everyone honestly followed behind them and stepped in one after another, and in a trance, they felt an obstacle in front of them, and then they floated like feathers, and they were already on the ground in horror.

I looked around, but I saw that I was on a vast Danxi jade platform at this time, and the smoke and clouds around me obscured my eyes. The front is facing a single eaves rest mountain hall, the face width is five rooms and there are several zhang high, the whole body does not know what strange stone is carved and built, the majestic and magnificent people are spiritual. On the bucket arch under the eaves, there is a huge plaque with a width of a zhang horizontally, and the white ink book on it is full of the words "Xingyao".

When he looked at it, everyone had already followed the real person of Mao Ying to the door hall. But I saw that there were twelve disciples sitting in the bright room in the hall, all of whom had cultivated qi at the seventh level, and each had a white jade gui in their hands. Seeing that someone was coming, the leading young monk stood up and saluted, and asked, "Where is the real person?"

"Qingyue Gate. Mao Ying returned the salute.

The man said again: "Real person, please move with the disciple!"

With Yugui in his hands, he led the way in front of him and walked out through the side door on the right. Fang stepped out of the threshold, but saw that the jade gui in his palm suddenly made a clear sound, and countless ripples rippled like a stone thrown into water. Everyone then stepped in one by one, and each person made a ripple, and at last suddenly there was another sound of clear sound, and the ripples stopped and the lines were flattened, and everything was the same again.

When the sound of clarity rose again, everyone suddenly heard a bustling sound coming in front of them. When I looked up, I came to a high platform on a mound, and the whole body was made of white jade masonry, which was very wide and spacious.

In the middle alone, there is a round "Xuantai", the diameter is about seven or eight zhang long, and it is made up of eight pieces of huge Xuanyu. Corresponding to this, the "Xuantai" mound platform is also divided into eight parts, each separated by a short curtain of plain silk, laying a mat, placing a futon, and all the cultivators are seated in the middle.

After a little look, I saw that there were seven three-screen carved beds in the middle of the center, and there were seven old men sitting cross-legged on them at this time. There were many waiters next to him, sitting in a row one by one.

At this time, I thought that it was a gap, and the murmur was chaotic, and the female cultivators came up silently, still attracting the attention of the monks who passed by. The cheekiness that is as strong as Chen Fengxiao's smile is also uncomfortable, it seems that what Dong Yuan said before is not groundless.

The young monk who led the way led the group to the Qingyue Gate banquet, bowed down and said, "Real people, please sit down!"

As a foundation-building monk who is the lord of the first hall, he naturally has to sit alone on the bed in front of him, and he does not say a word and takes the seat. Chen Fengxiao was stunned for a while, and he didn't know whether it was better to sit with everyone or go to the Xuanhuang Palace. Dong Yuan beside him saw him hesitating on the futon, and was stunned on the spot, and hurriedly pulled his sleeve. Chen Feng smiled and said, "Mao Ying Zhenren didn't speak, it's no wonder I!" and sat down casually.

Fang sat down, and two people came in from outside the door. Gazing at it, it was Uncle Tang and Wei Tianzhi. Chixuanmen and Qingyuemen are ranked similarly, so the seats are close to each other, and the two only looked at each other and saw Chen Fengxiao sitting in the women's team. Wei Tianzhi quietly pointed to Chuanyin and said, "Uncle Shi, this gray-faced boy is!"

Uncle Tang was silent, and Wei Tianzhi hurriedly asked, "Uncle Shi, what should I do now?"

Uncle Tang said angrily: "What should we do? Let's not swagger over to arrest people, right?"

After that, he waved his hand and said, "Come to the table, don't worry about it!"

After a while, settle down a bit. There were three rings of Si Pan's bang at the right seat, and an old man in charge commanded: "Open Xuantai!"

After finishing speaking, he raised his finger a little forward, and a cloud of blazing light flew into the air of Xuantai, and the floating air was silent and silent after a little churning. Only then did everyone see that this thing was actually a palm-sized bronze ancient mirror, on which the plain surface was plain and unstriped, full of antiquity. When I was about to take a look again, suddenly the ancient mirror shone like the sun shining in the sky, and hundreds of millions of light filaments hung down in an instant, and the power was so powerful that people could take care of it.

At the same time, a major repairer on the eleventh or twelfth floor of Qi cultivation jumped up from in front of the seats of each faction, and walked straight to the bed next to the central Xuantai to sit down. Si Yu's immediate striking sounded, and the Seven Flavors overhauled each bent their arms towards the bronze treasure mirror above the Xuantai.

The "boom" was full of energy, and it was like a thunderclap exploding on the ground, and the breath of those juniors who shook directly was scattered and unlikely. When he was shocked, the treasure mirror and light disappeared, and the clear and clear trance on the Xuantai was shrouded by an inexplicable force.

The old man in charge saw that he was done, so he went to talk about the rules of the competition, and he just said: Don't kill your life, and you will be defeated when you come out, these familiar rules.

The rules are explained and then the order is spoken, the competition is not divided according to the level of the realm, only according to age, the initial realm is 12 to 15 years old, the second realm is 16 to 18 years old, the third realm is 19 to 21 years old, except for the initial realm, each realm adds two years old, and so on until the age of 28. Every time you come to power, the formation will test your bone age, and if there are people who are over old or insufficient, you don't want to step into half a step.

After talking about the rules in order, one faction will send one person to defend the platform in each realm, and the remaining six factions will take turns to attack, and the winner in the end will get one chip, and each faction in each realm can only get a maximum of three chips.

The rest of the detailed regulations have been familiar to various factions for thousands of years. The old man in charge has said a word, and he will not repeat it. After saying a few words of blessing, he announced the beginning of the Xuantai competition.

The boy who played the drum sounded three times, and saw a sturdy young man rising in the seat of the Xuzhen Gate on the left side of the main platform, striding onto the Xuantai, raising his eyes and looking at the head of the Jishou solemnly: "Xuzhenmen Chigangfeng Sutong, please also ask your seniors and friends to advise!"

As soon as the words fell, a thin young man stood up from the Jiutong Gate next to him, jumped up to the Xuantai Ji Shou and said: "Jiutong Gate Genyuan Peak Cha Bochang, come to learn your Excellency's high moves." ”

The two of them are not polite, first use the spell to carefully test a little, and then use the talisman to fight, you come and I are also lively. These two people are both beginner cultivators of the fifth-layer realm of Qi cultivation, and their strength is comparable, so they have been stalemate for a while without results for a long time.

Chen Fengxiao gradually became impatient in the audience, although the realm of the two was much higher than him, but the moves were not much sharp. He has been killed for a long time, and he has even faced a lot of overhauls above the tenth layer realm, but how can this kind of greenhouse delicate seedling let him put it in his eyes.

Not long after, Cha Bochang of the Jiutong Sect was lucky to win, and immediately a young monk from another sect jumped onto the stage. Chen Fengxiao has been frightened and displaced these days, and there is no time to settle down. Suddenly relaxed, for no reason a moment of fatigue, dazed and fell asleep.

The people who can sleep soundly at the "Qiyao Fa Meeting" are the only ones who have been smiling at Chen Fengxiao throughout the ages! The cultivators and people in other sects next to him were all disdainful when they saw everything, and those who had good things couldn't help but secretly slander themselves: "It's really a second ancestor who can't support the wall in the mud, and he dares to be presumptuous with such cultivation!"

"Qingyuemen is really not as good as a generation!"

Dong Yuan sat beside him, not knowing whether to wake him up or not, and he was at a loss for a while.