Two days later.

The only sect that has not yet arrived, the Water Sect, has also arrived.

Under the notice of the disciples of the Zhenshan Sect, the real small event of the five sects of trading was opened.

Although the disciples of the four sects had already traded before, which made the disciples of the Shuixing Sect who came at the end sigh and regret, but after this last round of trading, many people were still satisfied.

Out of Yingwei Hall, Chen Sansan and the three of them did not go back to the Yingbin Building, but walked slowly around the Zhenshan Pai Mountain Gate, seeing and enjoying various scenery.

Except for some forbidden places that they could not step into, the three of them had walked through all the scenery of the Zhenshan Sect in two days, and although they felt that they were not as majestic as Qingyunmen, they also had their own attractive scenery.

After meditating in the Welcome Building for two days after visiting the Zhenshan Sect Mountain, the five-year meeting between the five sects of the Iron Alliance really began.

On the huge square in front of the Zhenshan Sect Peak Moving Mountain Palace, a huge round competition ring made of stones, as high as half a zhang, with a diameter of one hundred and fifty zhang, is located in it.

At this moment, the open space in the square between the huge competition ring and the Zhenshan Sect's Yishan Hall was densely packed with disciples of the five sects, concentrating on listening to the speech of a spirited and tall old man in front of the Yishan Hall.

This old man was seventy years old, with white hair and a shawl, and a wrinkled face, but his waist was straight and his back was straight, and his words were full of anger, which was not much better than that of a young man.

"The old man is Zhang Dashan, the head of the Zhenshan faction, and the five-year meeting of the five sects of the Iron Alliance will be held in our faction, which is really an honor for our faction. As for the rules of the competition in the five-year meeting, presumably the elders of each sect also explained to the disciples when they came, and the old man did not elaborate too much. Now let's let the elders and I draw the numbers and determine the order of the competition. After Zhang Dashan, the head of the Zhenshan faction, finished speaking, a disciple behind him took a few steps forward with a small box in his hand and stood beside him.

The elders of each sect lined up with Zhang Dashan all sent one person over, reached out and took out the box in the hand of the Zhenshan sect disciple, took out a sign, and returned to the position where he had stood before.

Yuan Qingzi walked out of Qingyunmen, and Chen San walked back with a slight brow after seeing him take out the sign and take a look.

After all the elders finished drawing, Zhang Dashan reached out and took out the last card in the box, and after taking a look, his face wrinkled, and said with a smile: "It seems that this time our faction will take a little advantage, and the old man's brand is drawn from No. 5." ”

Immediately, the elders of the remaining four sects then reported the number, Qingyunmen is No. 1, Shanghemen is No. 2, Liconfucianism is No. 3, and Shuixingzong is No. 4.

The disciple competition during the five-year meeting is like this, the disciples in the foundation building period will compete first, and the No. 1 Qingyunmen and the No. 2 Shanghemen will each send five disciples to compete in the ring one-on-one, and the winner can withdraw and let another disciple of the sect go on stage to face another disciple on the opposite side, or they can continue to stand on the stage to accept the challenge of the next disciple, but the number of competitions can only be five in total.

After the five disciples of the two sects are separated, the number of victories and defeats between the two sects is recorded, and then tomorrow is also a competition between the two sects of Qingyunmen and Shanghemen, but the competition has changed from a disciple in the foundation building period to a disciple in the enlightenment period.

According to the rules of the disciple competition in the foundation building period, after the winner is decided, the day after tomorrow it becomes a competition between No. 2 Shanghemen and No. 3 Liqianzong, and the rules are the same as the previous competition.

And so on, in the end, the Zhenshan faction of No. 5 and the Qingyunmen of No. 1 will have another competition, and then calculate the number of victories and defeats between each sect to determine the victory result.

If there are two sects that have the same number of wins and losses, you can choose another match between the two sects on a certain day.

The reason why Yuan Qingzi frowned before was that he couldn't choose No. 5, because No. 5 could play a favorable match and have a few more chances of winning.

When the elders were choosing their numbers, looking at the disciples of the various sects who were disturbing one after another, the words of the elders who came to him recalled in Chen San's heart.

Even though they knew that Chen San and the others already knew about the five sects, the elders still spoke up again to explain.

The first is his own sect, Qingyunmen.

Qingyunmen is a sect that does not pay attention to specific exercises or attribute spiritual roots, all because the ancestor of the sect, Qingyun Zhenren, is an idle monk, and under various opportunities, all kinds of attribute exercises are both, and after the opening of the sect, of course, all kinds of spiritual root disciples are not refused.

Confucianism is also a sect that is not much different from Qingyunmen, but its sect is to enter the law with Confucianism, to cultivate immortals with the law, and ordinary sects to enter the law with the Tao, to cultivate immortals with the law and other cultivation methods are actually just different paths.

As for the remaining three sects, the Zhenshan Sect is mainly based on the golden soil attribute spiritual root, and the Shanghe Gate and the Water Xingzong are mainly based on the water attribute spiritual root.

Despite this, these three sects are still recruiting all kinds of spiritual root disciples, collecting various attribute exercises, and after a long time, they expect their sect to no longer focus on certain attribute spiritual roots, and bury other excellent attribute spiritual roots.

Most of the real great sects in the Immortal Cultivation Realm are no longer disciples who no longer distinguish between attribute spiritual roots, even if the name of the sect is not changed because it has been passed down by the ancestors.

As Chen San's mind turned, Zhang Dashan poured spiritual power into it, echoing through thousands of mountains and thousands of miles, "The competition has officially begun!" After the disciples of each sect found a corner of the ring under the leadership of the elders, and then an elder flew out of each of the competing sects, levitating in the air of the ring.

The disciples of the foundation building period of the two sects had obviously already discussed the order of appearance, and after the elders of this sect flew into the air, each of them also jumped out of a disciple and came to the middle of the ring.

The two disciples had just put their feet on the ground, and the light at the edge of the ring was bright, until it extended to the top of the center of the ring, forming an upside-down bowl-shaped transparent light curtain, which was to prevent the power of the magic weapons between the disciples in the ring from affecting the disciples of the various sects who were fighting outside the ring.

The guardian elder of Qingyunmen is Yuan Qingzi, and the disciple of the foundation building period on the stage is a middle-aged man with a dignified face, this person is the Yan Wuwei that Chen San saw when he first entered.

The elder who rose on the side of Shanghemen was a woman in palace clothes, about twenty-four or five years old, and her face was quite standard. On the stage, there is also a man who looks similar to Yan Wuying, with an ordinary face, but Gu Pan is a little hideous and rampant.

Yan Wuzhi hugged his fist to the man in front of him: "Disciple of the late stage of Qingyunmen's foundation building, Yan Wuzhi has seen Taoist friends. I don't know what to call you?"

"Wan Geng. On the other side, the disciple of Hemen just reported his name, stopped speaking, turned around and retreated to the rear.

For the other party's attitude, Yan Wuwei did not have a trace of dissatisfaction, and retreated to the rear like the other party.

After each side withdrew about fifty feet, they turned to face each other and stood.

After the two elders in the air glanced at each other, they said at the same time: "Competition, start." ”

As soon as the elder's words fell, Yan Wuying and Na Wan Geng quickly waved their hands and each sacrificed a flying magic weapon, and when they both jumped up, they each waved their hands and sacrificed a magic weapon to turn into a spiritual light and go to each other, and then stepped on the magic weapon to cast a spell to meet each other.

After the two of them stepped on the magic weapon, the disciples of the foundation building period on the stage saw that Yan Wuying stepped on a disc-shaped magic weapon, and was flying quickly to the left, and in his hand he sacrificed a purple bead the size of a baby's head and turned into a purple mang.

However, after Wan Geng, a disciple of Shanghemen, had acted the same as Yan Wucheng before, he took out a tortoiseshell shield that was like an old tortoiseshell back armor, but as big as a human body, put it in front of him, and detoured to the right.

Yan Wuyi's previous sacrifice was also a purple bead that was not the same, and then the spell actually sent out two in a row, one was a huge fireball that was rolling and churning with a raging flame inside, and there was a tiny purple lightning as thin as a hair, tightly attached behind the fireball. Because this lightning bolt was extremely small and fast, it was rarely discovered by disciples in the opening stage of the battle outside the ring.

Wan Geng's side was greeted by a long-handled mace, and along with the mace was a giant water arrow, two zhang long, and the sparkling arrow was as thick as an adult's waist.

Under the traction of the two people's divine senses, after the purple beads and the long-handled mace were exchanged, the purple beads were invincible, and they were swept away by the mace and flew back to the place where they were not negative.

The blazing fireball that came with the purple bead swallowed the mace that did not have much power left and collided with the giant water arrow, and in the huge sound of the fire coals entering the water, a large cloud of water mist erupted in the center of the ring, filling a radius of dozens of zhang, and the long-handled mace that rushed out of it flew back in the direction of Wan Geng.

Wan Geng held the tortoiseshell shield in his left hand, sneered and drove a boat-shaped magic weapon under his feet to quickly go towards Yan Wuying, and took the long-handled mace that flew back with his right hand and stopped hitting it.

At the moment of retrieving the long-handled mace, Wan Geng's face changed slightly, and the tortoiseshell shield in his left hand pointed to the rear.

The tortoiseshell shield flew out less than a zhang away, and a purple lightning as thin as a hair hit the shield, and suddenly the purple lightning instantly flourished, turning into ten, ten into hundreds, turning into hundreds of purple lightning rays with the thickness of little fingers wrapped around the shield.

Feeling the aura of spiritual power that was rapidly declining inside the tortoiseshell shield, Wan Geng found that this purple lightning was extremely strange and domineering, if the other party came to ten or eight more of this kind of purple electricity, his tortoiseshell shield would have to be scrapped, and it could not be repaired. Even if the other party doesn't come to ten or eight ways, only three or five purple electricity, after his own competition, this shield will be temporarily scrapped.

With a few fingers, although the control was a little jerky, the tortoiseshell shield wrapped in purple mangs flew back to his side, but Wan Geng did not reach out to take it.

At this time, a purple bead sent by Yan Wuying had already shot less than three feet in front of Wan Geng, Wan Geng snorted coldly, picked up the mace and smashed it away.

The bead rods struck, and Wan Geng had not yet picked up the purple beads, and in Wan Geng's eyes, the purple beads burst out of the purple rays, and they were like the previous purple lightning explosions, instantly wrapped around the long-handled mace, and swam all over the body along Wan Geng's wrists.

The purple lightning rays quickly swam on Wan Geng's body, and each lightning bolt jumped and scurried, leaving a scorched black spot on his body, feeling like ten thousand ants devouring his body, stinging incomparably, and it was also stimulating and driving the spiritual power in his body to chaos while swimming.

In a muffled cry of pain, Wan Geng forcibly condensed his spiritual power in his hand, threw out the long-handled mace with adhesive power after being wrapped in purple electricity, and pointed his fingers to control the tortoiseshell shield that had been expelled from the purple lightning entanglement and crashed into a raging fireball that Yan Wucheng had made up.

Between the thick and hot flames that erupted from the tortoiseshell shield hitting the fireball, Wan Geng's divine sense tightly shrouded the front, for fear that another burst of purple lightning would shoot out after the fireball erupted.

When the flames were about to disappear, another purple bead came through the flames, and the long-handled mace greeted Wan Geng's solemn eyes.

With a crisp crash, the purple orb was hit by a mace and ejected like in the first attack, without triggering the strange and domineering purple lightning.

Wan Geng looked at Yan Wuxian, who was only more than thirty zhang away from him in front of him, and at this time, he had to take a temporary break because of the large output of spiritual power in a row, and turned around to continue to stay away from his Yan Wuxian, a trace of strangeness flashed in his eyes, and the previous cruel smile gradually appeared on his face.

After Wan Geng suddenly pinched several complex magic decisions with both hands, the boat-shaped magic weapon under his feet was like a real wooden boat in the river quickly breaking through the water, bringing out waves of water spiritual qi rippling under the side of the boat, and the speed suddenly increased by more than three percent.

In the sudden acceleration of the boat-shaped magic weapon, Wan Geng recalled the tortoiseshell shield and the long-handled mace to hold the left and right hands, and the sinister smile on his face swept towards Yan Wucheng at a rapid pace.

The size of the ring is here, as long as the speed of the two monks is not too far apart, the fleeing side will eventually be caught up by the chasing side. Now the two of them were almost the same in speed, but under Wan Geng's sudden acceleration, the distance between the two was rapidly shortened.

Seeing that the speed of escape suddenly accelerated, and after a breath, Wan Geng, who was already only more than ten zhang away from him, pointed behind him without a negative and expressionless expression, and the two purple beads around him turned into two purple rays and shot out one after another.