Chapter 60: The Fighting Law Conference

When Wang Cheng returned to the cave, he sat on the stone bed and began to meditate and practice. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In the past two years, through the Star Slashing, his qualifications have become better and better, and the speed of cultivation has become faster and faster with the blessing of the Immortal Seal.

The cultivation of the Sword Clan is still at the level of the first spirit, but he has already groped for the threshold of condensing the second spiritual intent, and as long as he conducts a retreat, the second spiritual intent can begin to condense.

The strength of his physical body is comparable to the peak of condensation at this moment, and his divine sense has reached the level of the early stage of foundation building, and among the stars in the dantian, he has cut out six stars, and in the past two years of cultivation, Wang Cheng knows very well that he can crush the monks in the early stage of foundation building at will.

After two years, Wang Cheng also has an understanding of this Fengling Sect, the eight vein elders are all foundation building monks, and the head of the sect has the highest cultivation, and has reached the late stage of foundation building, only one step away from the peak. The other elders are all in the middle stage of foundation building, and in the back mountain underground palace, there are three ancestors of the Yudan realm, who are in retreat all year round and do not ask about the world.

Such a sect is only a very small sect in the Eastern Regions, and perhaps a sect like the Spirit Desolation Sect is an unattainable myth for the Wind Spirit Sect.

Wang Cheng secretly thought to himself that when he reached the realm of foundation building, he would leave this Fengling Gate and accompany his mother through this life, and only after his mother was a hundred years old would he pursue a deeper path of cultivation.

In fact, Wang Cheng also thought about letting his mother step into the path of cultivation, but in the end he decided to let his mother spend her life safely.

Tomorrow is the Dharma Fighting Conference.

For this Fighting Law Conference, Wang Cheng knew very well in his heart, to put it bluntly, this Fighting Law Conference was a gamble, and the bet was a large number of magic weapons and genius earth treasures. The Wind Spirit Sect has already lost several sessions in a row, so the resources that the disciples in the sect can use for cultivation are also inferior to one session.

However, the victory or defeat of this Fighting Law Conference had nothing to do with him, he just stayed in the Eighth Vein for two years, and he still had a good impression of Sun Xing in his heart, so he decided that when the time was right, he could do something for the Eighth Vein.

Phantom swordsmanship, after two years of cultivation, Wang Cheng has refined this magic power to the state of returning to the basics, and he found that it seems that because he is a sword clan, all the sword magic powers, as long as he cultivates, he can master them very quickly.

The three top-grade flying swords in the storage bag had already been integrated into more than ten illusion swordsmanship by him, and he had broken out once, and that kind of momentum had alarmed the head of the later stage of foundation building as soon as it appeared, thinking that the other party had come to the North Fourth District to ask, Wang Cheng felt a little proud in his heart.

There was nothing to say all night, and early the next morning, Wang Cheng walked out of the cave, looking at the early sun rising in the east, his expression flashed a trace of comfort, and then his eyes flashed, and his body suddenly rose into the air, turning into a long rainbow and heading towards the middle peak.

Not only him, but all the inner disciples of the third and first peaks, at dawn, went to the middle peak one after another, this fighting law conference is held once every ten years, even if it is not played, but it is also beneficial to take a look.

Wang Cheng soon landed on Zhongfeng Square.

This square is very large, at a glance it should be able to accommodate a thousand people, and in the center of it is the nine-pillar round platform, which exudes bursts of white light at this moment, revealing a mysterious atmosphere.

On the square, two areas are clearly demarcated, the left side is the Fengling Sect disciple area, the right side is the Qingxuanzong disciple area, and the center is this nine-pillar round platform.

Wang Cheng came to the Fengling Gate area, and as soon as he fell, several figures looked at him in unison.

"You are the waste disciple of the eighth vein, today is the Dharma Fighting Conference, you stand in the back for me, so as not to fall into the laughing stock of others. A young disciple in a yellow robe, seeing Wang Cheng at this moment, said indifferently, his eyes were full of disgust.

Wang Cheng's expression was as usual when he heard this, he just glanced at this disciple, and there was a word on his chest, this person was a disciple of the first line.

The first vein is not only the largest in the entire sect, but also the largest number of disciples, and the individual cultivation may be the strongest, so for the disciples of the other seven veins, most of them despise them, especially the eighth vein, they generally don't look at it much.

Wang Cheng was a little helpless in his eyes, but he still chose to stand behind, he didn't listen to the man's words, but he just wanted to go to the end.

On the square, when the disciples of the Wind Spirit Sect descended one after another, a group of young men and women in blue robes suddenly flew from outside, and one by one they landed in the area of the Qingxuan Sect with proud expressions.

They are the disciples of the Qingxuan Sect.

When these disciples came, an old man in a dark green robe descended from the sky at this moment and slowly landed in the area of Qingxuanzong, his face was a little dry, giving people a hideous feeling, his hair was half white, and his long beard was fluttering.

"Ming Daozi, the old man is already here, are you waiting for it to show up?"

The green-robed old man laughed loudly and said heartily. It's just that his voice is a little hoarse, and it is a little harsh when it reaches the ears of the disciples of the Wind Spirit Sect.

Just as the words of the green-robed old man came out, eight figures suddenly flew from the top of the mountain, and these eight figures looked like white rainbows at a glance, and they came to this square very quickly and landed on the nine-pillar round platform.

When the green-robed old man saw this scene, he grinned again, and in a few steps, he also came to the round platform.

"Zhang Daoyou, I haven't seen you for ten years, can your cultivation be improved?" said the head of the sect, Ming Daozi, very politely, but he was secretly a little frightened by the aura of the green-robed old man in his heart.

"It's still a few points away from Yudan, and I can't say that I can't improve. The green-robed old man waved his hand very indifferently, but the smugness in his tone was very obvious.

Murong Mu looked at it expressionlessly, and said lightly at this moment: "Okay, it's not too early, let's start this Dharma Fighting Conference." ”

"Don't be in a hurry, it's my Qingxuanzong anyway, it's all my Qingxuanzong victory, starting so early, are you Daoists so anxious to lose to my Qingxuanzong?" The green-robed old man laughed, his voice full of confidence and contempt.

The elder of the second vein turned pale, and said with a sneer: "In this Fighting Law Conference, my Fengling Sect has hole cards, and your Qingxuan Sect will lose today, I think you should prepare the spirit weapon." ”

When the green-robed old man heard this, his heart condensed slightly, but then he thought of something, and said with a sigh on his face: "The hole cards that Daoyou said are probably the core disciples of your Fengling Sect, and in my opinion, they are not any hole cards." ”

The Second Vein Elder was angry in his heart, and just as he was about to say a few words, the majestic voice of the head of the sect came.

"Okay, the conference hasn't started yet, Zhang Daoyou doesn't need to be so confident, wait until you Qingxuanzong wins, come and be proud. ”

Ming Daozi is the head after all, the green-robed old man sneered a few times, a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes, and he said indifferently at this moment.

"In that case, let's start this Dharma Fighting Conference now, this first one, I, Qingxuanzong, will come first. ”

As he spoke, he glanced at the disciples of the Qingxuan Sect.

"Wang Hu, you can go to this first scene. When the words of the green-robed old man came out, from the area of Qingxuanzong, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old disciple in Tsing Yi walked out, and Ming Daozi's eyes were fixed, and he immediately saw this Wang Hu's cultivation.

"The fifth layer of condensation qi, okay, my Fengling Sect has also sent the fifth layer of condensing qi, disciple Sun Xing, you can choose one person from your eighth vein to participate in the battle." Ming Daozi said indifferently, his tone was unquestionable.

Sun Xing should be on the surface, but in his heart he complained, every time he fights the Fa Conference, his eighth vein is always used as cannon fodder, if he wins, if he loses, when the time comes to give the magic weapon of the spiritual weapon, his eighth vein will have to be more.

"In this battle, my Qingxuanzong used ten lower-grade spiritual weapons as a bet. The green-robed old man did not hurry out of the words, and suddenly Sun Xing's expression changed, in the past, the first game was to bet on one or two low-grade spiritual weapons, but this time the other party actually directly bet on ten pieces......

You must know that the disciples of each vein participate in the battle, and if they lose, that vein needs to pay the bet. Since the first game was sent by the Qingxuan Sect first, this bet was set by them, once the first game was lost, the eighth vein would have to take out ten lower-grade spiritual weapons.

For the ten low-grade spiritual weapons, Sun Xing didn't pay attention to it, but he became uneasy, the first few games were okay, and in the back, he used medium-grade or even high-grade spiritual weapons as a bet......

Gritting his teeth, Sun Xing began to choose in his heart, since the head of the sect said that he would also send the fifth layer of condensing qi, then he could not send the sixth layer of condensing qi, and the disciples of the fifth layer of condensing qi were not very strong.

"Alas... That's it, it's just ten high-grade spiritual weapons. Sun Xing sighed secretly, and had already made a decision in his heart.

"Zhao Heng, you can go for this battle. His tone was helpless, and suddenly, a honest man in his twenties suddenly walked out from the back, and at a glance, this Zhao Heng looked like a farmer in the mountains.

"Qingxuanzong Wang Hu, please give me advice!" Wang Hu stood in the center of the round platform, looking at Zhao Heng who came up, his expression showing disdain.

"Fenglingmen, Zhao Heng ......"

Before Zhao Heng's words were finished, a flash of horror flashed in his eyes, and Wang Hu's figure had already appeared in front of him.

"Needless to say, I can't remember. Wang Hu sneered, the light of his right hand flashed, and a palm slapped out, and with a bang, Zhao Heng took a few steps back with a pale face.

"You sneak attack ......" Zhao Hengzheng touched his chest angrily, his eyes were full of grievances, and his honest face made people secretly feel connected.

But this time his words were interrupted again, and Wang Hu had already appeared in front of him again, kicking out, and directly kicked this Zhao Heng out.

Zhao Heng was directly kicked out of the round platform, fell to the ground, and fainted with a tilted head. Wang Hu snorted coldly, clenched his fists at the green-robed old man, and walked off the round platform at this moment.

"Hahaha, Ming Daozi, in this first game, my Qingxuanzong won. ”

Ming Daozi nodded silently, and his heart looked down on the eighth vein more and more, obviously it was the same fifth layer of condensation, and the other party didn't even use his cultivation, but his side directly lost without resistance.

Sun Xing's face was ugly, and he patted the storage bag and took out ten low-grade spiritual weapons. The green-robed old man took it with a smug face, and looked at the eyes of the elders of the Wind Spirit Sect, full of contempt.

Feeling the gaze of the other elders, Sun Xing gritted his teeth with an ugly expression. "The second scene, Xu Lei!"

As his words came out, a sixth-layer disciple in his early twenties, dressed in yellow clothes and with eight characters written on his chest, appeared from behind and walked onto the round platform.

"This bet is five medium-grade spiritual weapons. Sun Xing said, his expression flashed with a hint of confidence, this Xu Lei is the strongest disciple of his eighth vein, maybe this second game, he can save some face for the eighth vein.

Hearing this, the green-robed old man nodded, but suddenly thought of something, and said generously at this moment: "In this battle, my Qingxuan Sect also sent the fifth layer of condensation, if you lose, all the spiritual weapons won in the first battle will be returned!"

When Ming Daozi heard this, he frowned immediately, glanced at Sun Xing at this moment, and snorted coldly: "If you lose this second game, I will give you twenty lower-grade spiritual weapons from the Wind Spirit Gate." ”

"Elder Sun Xing, if you lose this battle in your eighth vein, you don't need to participate in the next Fighting Law Conference. ”

The tone of the head of the sect was very serious and serious, Sun Xing's heart tightened, he knew that this was a sign that the eighth vein was going to be abolished, and he secretly thought that if he lost this one, he would probably really exist in name only in the future......