A huge platform with a radius of nearly 40 miles sits at the top of the mountain, and it is said that if there is a teacher, there must be a disciple, how can it be taught? In the blink of an eye, three days have passed, and the great competition of Taixuanzong is still in full swing. It's just that the second time the disciples of the Jindan period competed in another place, one was called the Yuan Tribulation Realm Secret Realm. Yuan Yang Realm is a space opened up by the sixth generation of Taixuanzong to worship Yuan Yang Zhenren, this person has reached the peak of the law of space, and was once known as the Void Venerable.

The entrance of the Yuan Yang Realm is above the Fantasy Peak, at this time, the thirteen disciples who participated in the competition are almost all here, they are all attracted by the scenery of the Fantasy Peak, here by the mountains and rivers, the scenery is beautiful, the sea of clouds in the mountains is dyed red by the morning glow, like a sea of fire stretching to the end of the sky, such a spectacular scene is really beautiful. A few of the male disciples chanted poems against each other, showing off their elegance, trying to win the hearts of several beautiful women.

After the end of the last preliminary competition, there were four female disciples present, all of whom were stunning in the world, but they were also extremely powerful, which made them excited one by one.

"Senior Sister Guo, look at this Yunxing Xiawei and Zhu Chidantong, and Senior Sister is fairy and jade, and her eyebrows are picturesque, the two complement each other and build this beautiful picture. If there is a wonderful painter here, he will be able to paint a masterpiece for the ages. ”

A male disciple smiled and flattered Guo Xiaojuan, which made the latter a little impatient, how could she not know what these people were thinking?

"Senior brother praises, junior sister has no such appearance. ”

Guo Xiaojuan replied flatly, and the person was about to continue to say something, but she stopped it with a look.

The disciples who also had such thoughts also tried their best to please several female cultivators, and their gorgeous words and humble attitude became their common means, and the other male disciples who saw it frowned, Zhang Minghui snorted coldly and stood aside, Han Ye was the same, Qu Zhengyang sat on a rock casually and closed his eyes to recuperate, occasionally turning his head to look away, as if waiting for Xia Lang's arrival.

"Senior Brother Qu is so determined, such a noisy other party can still settle down. ”

A wisp of incense blew, Guo Xiaojuan sat directly beside Qu Zhengyang, looked at him with a smile and said, The disciple who was pestering Guo Xiaojuan turned pale when he saw this, and walked to the side with a cold snort.

"We and other monks should focus on cultivation, shouldn't we?

Qu Zhengyang replied meaningfully, and the former saw that the other party had seen his purpose, and if he didn't leave, he would be a little ignorant, so he said:

"Hehe! Senior brother is reasonable. Excuse me. ”

Guo Xiaojuan smiled lightly and got up and walked towards Miao Zichen, the two women separated from others and whispered something on the side, bursts of silver bell-like laughter made the hearts of several male disciples itch.

At this time, a figure flew over quickly in the sky, and everyone looked over, only to see that the person who came was unkempt, his left sleeve seemed to have been burned off by something, and there were some small holes in his chest.

"Senior brother, how could you be like this?" Qu Zhengyang asked in surprise.

"Shout! Isn't this Senior Brother Charanxia, where did this go? Did you go to the outer courtyard to dig out the bottom of the pot?"

A provocative voice came out of the crowd, and Zhang Minghui was looking at him with a mocking expression. Xia Lang didn't even pay attention to him, just talked to Qu Zhengyang there, and such an obvious fifty made Zhang Minghui angry, and shouted directly,

"Lao Tzu asked you, did you stuff donkey hair in your ears?"

Sharon approached him in a flash, ripped off one of his hairs with lightning speed, and then shoved the hair into his ear. Zhang Minghui quickly retreated as if he was facing a great enemy, looking at Xia Lang with a wary face, thinking about what the other party was doing.

"Senior Brother Zhang, are you talking to me? I can't hear it, I have donkey hair in my ears. Sharon shouted loudly, feigned surprise.

"I really can't hear it, this donkey hair is so well insulated, it could be a mule's hair. He ignored Zhang Minghui's flushed face and continued to shout loudly.

"You're looking for death!" Zhang Minghui said angrily, a round of red sun appeared behind him, and he was about to do it.

"Stop! If you dare to hurt every plant or tree here, the old man will definitely let you taste the taste of being devoured by ten thousand insects. ”

A cold voice came to the venue, and an old man in black robe and a woman in green clothes appeared out of thin air. When these disciples saw the black-robed old man, they immediately felt a burst of fear in their hearts, and even the arrogant Zhang Minghui hurriedly took a few steps back.

"It's this old poison!"

Xia Lang also secretly cursed in his heart, this black-clothed old Taoist was the famous Heavenly Poison Master in the cultivation realm. This person has practiced a body of poisonous skills, and he is very powerful, which is comparable to the cultivation of Mo Chengyi, the sect master of Taixuan Sect, but Mo Chengyi also has a headache when he sees him. It's just a matter of cultivating to a high level, the key is that this old man has a capricious temper, and he turns his face faster than turning a book, and many disciples have suffered from him.

The poisonous insects he raised made ordinary disciples even more frightened, there was a Demon God Sect who was mixed into the Taixuan Sect in the past, and he was also hard after being caught, and he tried all kinds of methods but he didn't confess, but he was gnawed alive by the Heavenly Poison Master with poisonous insects for a year, and the disciple finally had a direct mental breakdown and became a fool. From then on, the disciples of Taixuanzong hid far away when they saw him, for fear of being remembered by this old guy.

"Fantasy Peak was the place where Yuan Yang Zhenren practiced back then, and the old man had to be honest when he came, you were looking for death. ”

The Venerable Master of Heavenly Poison sneered at Zhang Minghui with pity, so frightened that Zhang Minghui couldn't help but take a few steps back. This old monster is so famous that anyone who is worried about him is terrified.

"The second round of the competition was in Yuanyang, presided over by the old man. Listen to it, one-on-one competition, and the winner advances to the next round. Don't kill people, don't abolish people, otherwise, hehe, my worm can be happy! Actually, the old man doesn't mind if you make a fuss about your own life or something, the more deaths the better!

The old monster's eyes were full of greed, as if he regarded every disciple present as a human being, just as nourishment for poisonous insects. Seeing this, Xia Lang raised this guy's danger level to a higher level in his heart.

"Also, there is one of you who lacks an opponent. No, this girl is here for you to make up the numbers. She has cultivated enough, and the strength of the old man has tried, but she is still so-so. Don't ask why, just listen!"

The Venerable Master of Heavenly Poison directly added a few words to the female disciple beside him, who saluted slightly, and a crisp voice came out of the woman's mouth,

"Changyang Mingyin, a disciple of Guyun Peak, has seen all of you, and I hope you will give me more advice in the future. ”

Changyang Mingyin's words are crisp and sonorous, and his speech and demeanor are full of generosity and heroism, which makes people feel good. She has a good figure and a delicate face, although she is not as charming as the other four female disciples, she is very attractive.

After seeing this woman, Xia Lang felt that she was different, and that confident temperament gave him the illusion that the other party was an urban woman, which made him very kind.

"This woman is familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere!" said Sharon in his heart.

"Okay, the old man will open the Yuan Yang Realm. ”

The Venerable Master of Heavenly Poison on the side said gloomily, just look at him waving his hand into a seal, one by one the seals were punched into the void, as more and more seals were entered, a ripple appeared in the sky above the fantasy peak, a mirage-like scene loomed in the ripples, there were heavy mountains and mountains, there were mountains, rivers and lakes, and there seemed to be a three-headed dragon in the lake over the river.

After the Heavenly Poison Master punched the last seal into it, he shouted:

"Open!"

A clear round hole appears in the ripples, and through the hole, everyone can clearly see a small part of the scenery inside.

"Quickly enter the Yuan Yang Realm. ”

The Venerable Master of Heavenly Poison hurriedly urged, it would take a lot of True Yuan to maintain the passage, and he would not be able to bear it for a long time. These disciples glanced at each other, and they all quickly got up and flew towards the entrance of the cave, only Xia Lang was the only one who flew over with the imperial sword, which surprised Changyang Mingyin, who was following behind.

"Is it really the foundation building period?"

Just now, she sensed that the other party's realm was wrong, and thought that she was mistaken, but at this time, Xia Lang's actions confirmed that she was right. It's just that Changyang Mingyin is very puzzled, she just came out of Guyun Peak, she doesn't know Xia Lang, the number one person, and secretly thinks in her heart What is going on, how did she come here during the foundation building period.

"This junior brother, are you going the wrong way, you should go that way. ”

She said to Xia Lang seriously, and also pointed to the direction of the martial arts field.

"Huh?"

Xia Lang was stunned, and quickly reacted to what the other party meant, the corners of his eyes shook unnaturally a few times, and he continued to fly forward.

"What the hell is this? How do I answer? Call yourself awesome? Who the believes it. ”

He thought in his heart, so he simply ignored it, and rushed into the Yuan Yang Realm at an accelerated pace. Changyang Mingyin in the back was stunned for a moment, and he kindly reminded him, but he didn't expect this kind of ending.

"Hey, little girl, for your aunt's sake, remind you, that kid in the foundation building period is not a soft persimmon, be careful, don't lose in the end and don't know how to lose!"

The voice of the Venerable Venerable Heavenly Poison reached her ears.

"Uncle Shi, is he really here to participate in the competition? can he compete with the disciples of the Jindan period?"

"This demon brutally crippled Hua Aomian in the middle of foundation building, just a few days ago, Shangguan Bu was beaten by him, and the bones of Yin's whole body were broken, and he is still lying on the bed and humming. Just now I found out that this kid has been promoted to the late realm, and this time I have fun watching it!"

The Venerable Master of Heavenly Poison glanced meaningfully at Xia Lang in the Yuan Yang Realm, and then stopped speaking. Changyang Mingyin gasped when she heard this, she didn't know about others, but Hua Aomian and Shangguan Buzhi are both famous figures for a long time, and her aunt has always asked her to target these people, but she didn't expect that these two people would be planted in the hands of a kid in the foundation building period. This man must not deal with it with common sense, and it seems that he must be careful with it.

"Uncle Shi, which peak is he a disciple, what exercises are he good at?"

She hurriedly asked, the corners of the Venerable Master's mouth twitched,

"What kind of exercises? You can know the basic exercises of the Five Elements Technique and the Heavenly Martial Arts, don't ask, he is a freak, wait and you will know, you can call him a junior brother, he is the seventh disciple of Wu Yu." ”

Changyang Mingyin nodded yes, and then also entered the Yuanyang realm.

"Not even allowed to use the mapping formation, idle people are not allowed to watch the battle, could it be that kid really cultivated the Tianxuan Sword Formation Technique?"

The Venerable Master of Heavenly Poison, who had stayed outside, muttered to himself and glanced inside with a little expectation.

"I wonder how many times he can perform?

After that, he also entered the Yuanyang realm.