Gou Dao Changsheng: Starting from the Reincarnation of a Demon Cultivator

Chapter 135: Physical Training is Difficult
Fang Yi took out a jade bottle from his storage bag, tilted his right hand slightly, and slowly poured out a pill the size of a longan.

He opened his mouth and swallowed the pill, feeling the abundant medicinal power of this top-grade Xuanzhi Qi-replenishing Pill continuously flowing into the Qi sea in his Dantian.

He slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fellow Daoist Xu's elixir is of excellent quality. With the help of this Xuanzhi Qi-boosting Pill, my spiritual power can be restored from 80% to 100% in half an hour at most."

Fang Yi had consumed a lot of his magic power in the previous fight. In order to ensure that there would be no accidents in the next fight, he naturally would not be stingy with the pills.

Even if each of these elixirs was worth a magic weapon, he would not be stingy.

Next to the Jiuxiao Fighting Arena, there are more than ten purple-gold jade platforms floating in the air.

On each fighting platform, there is an ancient bronze mirror, one zhang square, suspended above it.

This is the platform reserved by Xuanyang Mountain for the foundation-building masters in the sect, so that they can easily observe the performance of the monks participating in the competition.

As a disciple of a great cultivator in the late foundation-building stage, Yu Xing was also among them, and the position of his purple gold platform was also quite forward.

Watching Fang Yi riding on the Fengling Eagle puppet, it slowly landed on the Jiuxiao Fighting Arena.

Yu Xing let out a breath of foul air.

'Fortunately. Fortunately, Master's illegitimate son this time is still decent. At least he did not fail in the first competition.

Otherwise, it would be really embarrassing, and if I were to embarrass myself in front of Master Tian Leizi, I would be in big trouble.'

Feeling the eyes of those around him who were watching the show, Yu Xing rarely held his head high.

Tian Lei Zi seemed to sense Yu Xing's thoughts and cast his gaze towards the purple gold platform where he was.

When Yu Xing sensed his gaze, he immediately became timid and snorted in dissatisfaction.

"He's just as bad-tempered as his master. How could my granddaughter be interested in him?"

Time flies by.

The 108th cultivator had already landed on the Jiuxiao Fighting Platform.

Tian Lei Zi took a step forward, and a purple auspicious cloud appeared under his feet.

He waved his sleeves, and a powerful magical power poured into the fighting arena.

A purple light shield rose up, isolating all the monks who had not arrived.

For the cultivators outside the light shield, even if they are all at a high level of Qi training, their path to the Tao has been basically cut off.

According to the custom of Xuanyang Mountain.

The Jiazi Competition is held every sixty years, and an entrance examination is held every thirty years thereafter.

After this Jiazi Competition, these high-level Qi training cultivators will not have the opportunity to join the inner sect within thirty years.

And the foundation-building spiritual objects that can be exchanged in the Examination Hall of Xuanyang Mountain have nothing to do with them anymore.

Looking at the desperate eyes of the monk outside the shield, Tian Lei Zi didn't care at all.

A burst of thunder sounded, and Tian Lei Zi's voice continued to echo on the Jiuxiao Fighting Stage.

"You are all the elites of Xuanyang Mountain.

However, the sect's resources are limited, and the number of inner disciples we support is also fixed. The rankings on the tokens in your hands will be used as the basis. Jiazi numbers 1 to 36, please rest for now.

The No. B token and the No. C token will compete on the fighting stage. The winner will stay and the loser will leave.

The thirty-six cultivators who emerged victorious will compete with the cultivator holding the A-grade token in the final showdown. The winner will be the inner sect disciple of Xuanyang Mountain."

Tian Lei Zi paused and swept his sharp eyes over the 108 monks present.

"Although this Nine Heavens Fighting Arena is the inherited treasure of Xuanyang Mountain, magical instruments are blind, and casualties are inevitable on the fighting arena. If any cultivators want to withdraw, they can leave now."

After saying that, he pointed his hand, and a three-meter-high portal appeared above the purple shield.

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After a stick of incense.

Seeing that none of the monks present retreated, Tian Lei Zi nodded with satisfaction.

"Thus, the Xuanyang Mountain Jiazi Competition begins from now on."

The token, a magical weapon engraved with thunder patterns, was raised by Tian Lei Zi. A purple beam of light shot into the Jiuxiao fighting arena.

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A dull collision sound was heard, and the Jiuxiao Fighting Arena was directly divided into ten parts.

One by one, the distance between the fighting platforms was constantly widened.

Before long, nine areas, each several hundred feet in size, had formed.

Tian Lei Zi pointed and said, "That's the area."

"B number one versus C number thirty-six, B number two versus C number thirty-five, and so on. Victory or defeat is determined by surrender, or death or annihilation. My nephews, please."

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!
As soon as he finished speaking, eighteen monks landed on the fighting stage.

Various colored spiritual lights flashed, swords, spears, swords and halberds, and various magical instruments collided endlessly, and a faint tide of spiritual energy continued to surge.

Obviously, all the cultivators who could come to this fighting arena knew it very well.

This sixty-year tide has begun. If you don't want to become cannon fodder, then becoming an inner disciple of Xuanyang Mountain is an extremely crucial step.

Time passes slowly.

The scorching sun slowly set, and the silver moonlight fell on the Jiuxiao Fighting Arena.

"Boom!"

On the T-shaped fighting platform, a cultivator with delicate features offered dozens of top-grade fireball talismans.

Orange-red fireballs, each the size of a head, formed a straight line, shattering the defensive magical weapon of another cultivator on the C-level fighting platform.

"I surrender!"

As the monk's voice was heard, a ray of spiritual light fell from Tian Lei Zi's hand and turned into a light shield, protecting the monk who had surrendered.

Then he spoke.

"The winner has been decided. Monk B No. 33 and Monk C No. 4 enter the arena."

Upon hearing his number, Fang Yi's eyes lit up, and he was full of energy. Clearly, with the help of the Xuanzhi Qi-boosting Pill, his magic power had been fully restored.

As he took a step forward, swirling clouds and smoke rose from under his feet, dragging him up. In just a few breaths, he landed on the T-shaped fighting platform.

A powerful voice rose from his ears.

"Senior Brother, I'm Huo Weitao, and I'm honored to meet you."

"Friend Huo is polite, I am below."

Looking at his opponent on the fighting stage, Fang Yi frowned.

The monk named Huo Weitao had a square face and broad ears. He was nine feet tall, had a tall and sturdy figure, and had a firm and persistent look in his eyes.

He was wearing a bronze armor, and his exposed skin was emitting a bright light.

Fang Yi was very familiar with this precious light.

This is after making some progress in body training.

The protective aura of the cultivator's magical power, naturally condensed and gathered, could only be produced. When fully activated, it was comparable to a low-grade defensive magical weapon.

It was only a few months ago that he was able to achieve this level of body refining thanks to the nourishment of fire lotus seeds from Yuping Peak.

The physical cultivator in front of him obviously did not achieve this level of accomplishment by force.

"This is troublesome. The armor worn by this physical cultivator is obviously of the mid-grade magical weapon level, and the defense is even higher. This is really tricky."

Fang Yi was solemn. In his opinion, this battle would be extremely difficult to win due to many restrictions.

He slapped his storage bag, and an eight-foot-tall puppet covered in black iron armor was summoned.

Then there was an eagle's cry, and the handsome wind-feathered eagle puppet also appeared beside him.

Afterwards, a silver spiritual light fell, and the Canglang puppet made from the spiritual bones given by Xiao Changce also showed up.

The physical cultivators were difficult to deal with, and even with the help of three top-grade first-level puppets, Fang Yi was not completely sure of winning.

In the purple and gold stands.

Yu Xing frowned. He had not expected that his teacher's illegitimate son would sacrifice three first-grade top-quality puppets in succession.

But the significance of the body-refining light on Huo Weitao's body was also clear.

"Brother Yu, your master's new disciple is going to fail if he meets Huo Weitao. This is the outer sect competition."

Yu Xing turned his head and saw a handsome monk wearing a green bamboo robe and holding a feather fan, slowly walking towards him.

"Nan Huasheng? What are you doing here?"

Nan Huasheng waved the feather fan in his hand.

"Brother Yu, do you know this Huo Weitao, Junior Brother Huo, with such advanced physical cultivation, why hasn't a Foundation Establishment Master accepted him as a disciple?
What he practiced was "Erjiu Xuan Gong". Although it was almost impossible to lay a foundation due to the incompleteness of the subsequent exercises, this "Erjiu Xuan Gong" was also a fragment of the fourth-level exercises.

Combined with that armor, he is already one of the most difficult disciples in the outer sect to deal with."

"'Erjiu Xuan Gong'? There are actually cultivators practicing this technique?"

Yu Xing frowned. After decades of companionship, he was well aware of his master's plans, but the reputation of "Erjiu Xuan Gong" was too great.

He felt a little regretful in his heart that his master, who rarely had a good offspring, unexpectedly ended up in the hands of a fool who practiced the "Erjiu Xuan Gong".

(End of this chapter)