On March 3, east of the city, thousands of miles away, there was a famous place called Longya Mountain. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The spirit masters of all parties gathered one after another, and it was lively and noisy.

They didn't come here to see the city, but to watch the battle.

Rong Shaohua, the young genius of the Cheng Rong family, will compete with Fang Qianyuan, the genius of the Cangyun Sect, today!

At this time, it is still early, and the early morning clouds and mist are shrouded in the undulating mountains, and many mountain peaks are like high-rise buildings standing in the air, which looks quiet and ethereal.

Among these many peaks, there is a huge main peak that stands tall and like a fang, which is very different.

This main peak is the only blessed mountain within a radius of thousands of miles, with spiritual veins and extraordinary spiritual essence.

However, due to some complex historical reasons, there is no owner here, and there is no spiritual vein spring that has been opened up, but it is scattered as spiritual energy, nourishing the earth, making the surrounding forests flourish, and flowers bloom all year round.

This makes it a well-known place for the production of elixirs, as well as a place of great interest.

At this time, people came to a hundreds of feet square open space on the top of Longya Mountain, where people from all walks of life had already gathered, around the hundred-foot ring paved with bluestone in the middle, and each sat down.

They are the people of the families around the Songshan Kingdom who rushed to hear the news, and there are also some high-level members of the Heavenly Dao Alliance, representatives of all families, and people from the Cangyun Sect.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the crowd.

"Third Master Rong! Third Master Rong is here!"

Rong Sanye is a cousin of Rong Shaohua, and he is also one of the only two earth-level masters in the Rong family.

Arrived with Rong Sanye, there were several men and women in brocade clothes or plain Taoist robes, all of whom were over thirty years old and had extraordinary bearings.

These are the ground level masters of the surrounding families.

They talked and laughed and walked up the mountain, and the people next to the ring naturally quickly separated, allowing them to climb to a viewing seat made of the same bluestone on the east side.

The Rong family had a ground-level master come forward, and they also invited friends to come, so Cangyun Sect naturally wouldn't lose the battle.

Under the arrangement of the sect, two earth-level masters who were traveling nearby rushed over, and some earth-level masters who were good friends with families were also here, all of them with grace and dignified appearance.

If it weren't for the fact that too many people came, there would be a suspicion of bullying, and the Cangyun Sect could even mobilize more than ten earth-level masters at once, but since the other party only had five people, they also controlled the number within a similar range.

"What about Qianyuan, why hasn't he come here yet?"

While Jin Lu was busy up and down, Elder Long, the ground-level master of the Cangyun Sect, summoned him over and asked in a low voice.

"Don't blame Elder Long, he has already come here last night, and he will definitely be able to come in time to spend the night in the He family's medicine garden. Jin Lu replied.

"That's good. Elder Long nodded, and didn't say anything more.

Fang Qianyuan's identity is a true disciple, but he is not just a true disciple.

Whether there is a strong master or not, or what is the potential for promotion in itself, is a completely different existence.

Ordinary True Transmission disciples, that is, the elders of the line, the stewards of the courtyard, the top True Transmission disciples, but they are the future earth-level masters, and even heaven-level masters!

Relying on the old and selling the old and disciplining others, especially the disciples of legendary masters like Jiang Yunfeng, will not work.

Besides, it's just a trivial matter like being late.

After he confirmed that Fang Qianyuan could arrive in time and would not delay the matter, he said no more.

Jin Lu was a little anxious, wiped his sweat secretly, and said in his heart: "Qianyuan is not in the medicine garden early in the morning, saying that he has already set off, where did he go?"

It's almost time, and the competition will start soon.

Fortunately, the time has not yet come after all, and the focus of everyone's attention is not whether they have arrived, but their respective chances of winning.

"I heard that the Rong family has a long vein, and the old lady Rong taught Sun Youfang, and the genius Rong Gongzi who cultivated can be called a unicorn, he is nineteen years old, and he has been promoted to ten turns, and in the next four years, he has made a breakthrough and has successfully stepped into the half-step ladder last year, and it is possible to pierce this layer of window paper at any time and be successfully promoted!"

"There should be no suspense in this competition, although the prince of Qianli Jun Fang is a genius, he has been missing a few years after all!"

"Exactly...... Unless, he has also cultivated to the realm of the half-step level!"

"Look, Young Master Rong is here, what a dragon and phoenix among a person! This demeanor is really extraordinary!"

As he spoke, Rong Shaohua had already climbed the mountain surrounded by a group of entourage.

He used to live in a courtyard halfway up the mountain, not far from here, get up early in the morning, practice, breathe through the spiritual veins, and before he knew it, an hour passed, and then he washed and changed his clothes, and this was it.

Rong Shaohua walked in a tiger's step, and he was also dignified and extraordinary, in the eyes of outsiders, he was naturally a family style.

This gave the people who were already optimistic about him a little more confidence out of thin air.

"The prince of Qianli Jun Fang is also young and promising, even as early as last year, he has already cultivated ten turns, and as soon as he made a move, he slaughtered the Blood Demon Gang and the Songshan Bandits one after another, and his record was amazing!"

"As early as when he was cultivating in the fifth turn, he once killed the tenth-turn bandit Xu Pingshan, and when he turned the seventh, he fought against the talents of Dongguan, and no one was invincible!"

"Half-step ground level doesn't prove anything, at best, it's just more powerful than ordinary ground level masters. ”

"That's right, Fang Gongzi is also already standing at the top of the human ranks, otherwise, what to do with this competition, just compare the cultivation years and spiritual level of the two of them, it's enough to talk on paper!"

Since Fang Qianyuan's debut, his record has also been brilliant, and there are some supporters.

Especially at this moment, most of the people who came were related to the forces, and they did not lose a single cent to the other party on the scene.

This momentum is not weak at all.

No one knew that at this moment, Fang Qianyuan was on the mountain peak more than ten miles away, leisurely splashing ink and painting.

Under the control of his mind, the ink moves like a snake and flies like a shadow.

The lines are like spirits, turning into a lifelike landscape and jumping on it.

A moment later, the painting was completed.

"Mo Yun is born again, my pen immortal, promoted to the middle grade......"

Holding the pen silently, feeling the joy and agility coming from it, Fang Qianyuan showed a faint smile and nodded secretly.

His talent in the way of Danqing is really mediocre, but he is known as Yaxing, and he has practiced for many years, and he can be regarded as quite a little experienced.

Now I look at my paintings, which are more realistic and vivid, but it is because the pen fairy has just absorbed the ink rhyme, which has been refined and strengthened, and the grade has been promoted.

The maid Ning'er stood behind, holding her hands in a gesture of worship: "Childe is really amazing." ”

Fang Qianyuan waved his hand and said with a smile: "This is nothing, okay, the time is about the same, it should be time for us to pass." ”

Lingmo was easy to dry, he directly put away the scroll and handed it to her, and ordered: "Keep it for me, and then hand it over to the golden steward, or send it to the cloud cave as before." ”

After that, he summoned the Golden Feather Split Feather Peng, pulled Ning Er straight up, and jumped up.