Mysterious mirror hanging high

Although Xuanweizi admitted defeat, he had previously occupied an empty seat and did not waste the challenge quota. He still had two opportunities to challenge. He looked at the four remaining seats, and the four early Jindan cultivators, and finally set his sights on Wang Yue from the Qinghe Sect, who had occupied the seat at the beginning.

"You." Xuan Weizi walked over, scratched his armpit under the lining of his cotton coat, put his nose close to it and sniffed it, saying, "Don't you want to show off the magical powers of the Qinghe Sect? Let's have a fight?"

Wang Yue, the female cultivator from the Qinghe Sect, forced a smile and said in a trembling voice, "Master Dao, please stop joking... I will go down."

Then he quickly jumped off the stone seat and returned to the crowd in shame.

Xuan Weizi lost interest and shook his head: "Can I still eat you?"

Although it was somewhat shameful to be defeated without a fight and to admit defeat voluntarily, Wang Yue's move was understandable and most cultivators understood it.

Although this [Penglai Meeting] is nominally a battle of skills and discussion of Dao, and to the point, the exchanges and learnings between each other are not harmful to the relationship, and there are several Yuanying Zhenjun watching over them, it stands to reason that no one will be killed.

But Wang Yue was just an ordinary Yuanying Taoist who inherited the Golden Elixir, and her elixir was only of the middle grade. Compared with Xuanweizi, she was doomed to fail. Even if Xuanweizi really killed her by accident, could the Qinghe Sect still go to the Liangyi Temple to demand an explanation for this?

Even if Wang Yue was really beaten to death by Xuanweizi, causing this Taoist from Liangyi Temple to lose the qualification to enter the immortal cave, the ancestor of the Qinghe Sect who was in the early Nascent Soul stage would probably have to go to Liangyi Temple in person to apologize!

At this time, among the five stone seats, Taoist Jingxu and Taoist Xuanweizi, two second-level Taoists, each occupied one seat, and the remaining three seats were occupied by three early-stage Jindan cultivators.

Seeing that all the golden and purple geniuses below the stage had no intention of moving, Jing Yu suppressed the urge to go on stage and show his prowess, and just observed quietly for a while.

"【Shuyang Sect】Zhou Zhengyang, the elixir has reached the middle grade, the early stage of the golden elixir, please give me some advice!"

A nine-foot-tall man jumped onto the ring and picked up the only monk who had achieved a lower-grade elixir and was defending the ring. The two of them started fighting against each other.

It has to be said that although the quality of the golden elixir differs by one grade, the difference in quality between the middle-grade and low-grade golden elixir itself is not that big. In addition, the cultivator who made the low-grade elixir has rich experience in fighting. Although his foundation is slightly inferior, he can fight Zhou Zhengyang back and forth with various means for a while.

Although the two were fighting vigorously, Jing Yu still felt drowsy. In fact, the fight between the two great masters just now was so impressive that the content of the fight between these two seemed particularly dull. It was nothing more than a clash of their own magic weapons and a few crude spells. They had not even cultivated any decent magical powers.

About a quarter of an hour later, Zhou Zhengyang won with a slight advantage and finally won the competition.

The tall and mighty man's face was flushed red, not sure if it was because of the excessive circulation of his magic power and the surge of blood, or because he felt ashamed after fighting with a low-grade Jindan cultivator.

The challengers jumped onto the stage one by one, and the quality of the golden elixirs and the level of cultivation of both contestants continued to rise. From being unremarkable at the beginning, there were many shining points in the subsequent fights, which aroused Jing Yu's slight interest.

Even Guan Zhen couldn't hold back and went up to defend the arena for a while, but was eventually knocked down by a late-stage Jindan cultivator who had achieved a mid-level elixir. However, he still had a great time.

At this time, those sitting on the stone seats were basically all cultivators in the late Jindan stage. Except for the two Taoist disciples, among the other three, there was one cultivator in the late Jindan stage who had achieved a top-grade elixir, and one cultivator in the late Jindan stage who had achieved a mid-grade elixir.

"It seems that the golden and purple genius in the early stage of the Golden Core from [Heyu Dao] will not participate in the battle. I wanted to see the magical powers of [Heyu Dao]." Ye Xingyun's wish was dashed and he couldn't help but sigh with regret.

"The magical powers of [Heyu Dao] are not suitable for display in such a high-profile occasion. If Xingyun is curious, you might as well go to the Taoist master of [Heyu Dao] to discuss it directly. I think that with your reputation as the young master of [Zhanlong Island], Fulu Zhenjun, the Taoist master will not refuse." Yun Xuance said with a smile.

"I'm just talking, Sanniang, please don't make fun of me." Ye Xingyun begged for mercy.

"Huh? Look, it's that genius from [Jian Ge]! How did he get up so quickly?" Jing Yu was cheered up and said quickly.

In fact, among the many golden and purple geniuses in Zhongzhou, the one he was most curious about was Chu Jingsheng from [Jian Ge].

[Purple Qi Golden Pill] compared with [Superior Grade Golden Pill] is different from the difference between mid-grade and inferior grade Golden Pill. The presence or absence of Heavenly Dao Purple Qi is a qualitative difference. The gap between each small realm in the Nascent Soul Stage is very large, not to mention it for now. However, in the Golden Pill Stage, it is not very stressful for the Golden Purple Prodigy to kill the enemy by jumping one small realm.

Sword cultivators are also known for their unrivaled killing power among their peers. As a sword cultivator, surpassing one small realm is not a big deal, but surpassing half a small realm is still a safe bet.

This person has achieved golden and purple elixir, and is also a pure sword practitioner. He controls his flying sword with the magic power containing the purple energy of heaven. How powerful can this sword be?

Jing Yu even believed that if we only talk about the offensive power, even the two Taoists from [Juntian Temple] and [Liangyi Temple] may not be able to defeat Chu Jingsheng!

At this moment, the Jiange Tianjiao with a smooth and shiny head came up to the stage, muttering to himself, "This crappy meeting has taken up so much time. It's been dragging on for days and nights, and I don't know when it will end. It's delayed me from searching for the treasure that Tai Shang left behind in Jiange before his ascension..."

"Where exactly is the treasure hidden? I've plowed the entire Sword Pavilion several times over the past few decades, but haven't seen a single trace. I've been so worried that my hair has fallen out... Could it be that the Supreme Master is playing a little joke before his ascension?"

Then Chu Jingsheng looked at the five cultivators on the stone seats. He first made eye contact with [Taoist Jingxu] and [Xuanweizi], then he looked away with a calm expression and looked at the other three cultivators.

He randomly pointed at a monk and said, "You, go down."

The person who was called out was a great immortal from the [Blood Talisman Dao]. Naturally, he had a good inheritance and his elixir was of the highest quality. Apart from the Golden and Purple Heavenly Prodigies, he was at least a second-tier figure. How could he bear such humiliation? He said angrily:

"Chu Jingsheng, don't think that I'm afraid of you... If I use all my skills, I might be able to force out your natal flying sword!"

Chu Jingsheng was so amused by this cultivator of the Blood Talisman Dao that he burst out laughing: "That's all you can do..."

"Forget it. There's no need for you to use all your tricks. It's a waste of time."

After saying that, Chu Jingsheng opened his mouth and spat out a round silver pill, which he spun in the palm of his hand.

"I'll show you this natal sword pill, what's the harm?"

Jing Yu's interest was immediately piqued: "Sword Pill!"

"Chu Jingsheng's natal weapon is actually a sword pill?"