Cannon fodder always wants to be the protagonist [Transmigration Book]

Trials of Trials is a prestigious conference held every 50 years in Taoism, and it was held in Xiaoxiang Palace this year.

As early as many days ago, people from various sects rushed to Xiaoxiang Palace to settle down one after another.However, until the day before the competition officially started, many sects were still arguing about one thing.

The suzerain of Wuliangjian, who is said to be in the late stage of distraction, but doesn't show up often, suddenly accepted a personal disciple a few days ago.

Originally, it was nothing special for the master of a sect to accept a disciple, but this time he took in a disciple who was already at the eighth level of pulse condensing, and who seemed to be extremely young, which was a bit unusual.

Although according to common sense, except for the large number of disciples of the major sects and the number limit, all disciples below the golden core stage are eligible to participate in the trial.This rule is inherently unfair - no matter how powerful the foundation establishment stage disciples are, they can't compare to those at the pulse condensing stage, and the strength gap between the [-]st and [-]th layers of the condensed pulse is also quite large.Let these disciples participate in the competition together, naturally the higher the cultivation level, the greater the chance of winning.If someone happened to catch up with this competition at the ninth level of pulse condensing, it would naturally be much more likely to become famous than others.

However, the world of cultivators is one where the weak prey on the strong, and there is not so much fairness to speak of.The regulations of the Trial March have been followed for so many years and no one has questioned it, because luck is also a part of strength in many cases.

It is also because of such regulations, except that some small sects that cannot supply talents will send out the disciples of the foundation period to practice, but those who are selected by the big sects to participate in the competition must be those who are about to enter the golden core. Young talent.

Having said that, many people think that Xiao Ran accepted such a talented disciple before the competition. Strictly speaking, this disciple has just arrived at Wuliang Sword, and what he has learned and used is similar to that of Wuliang Mountain. Inheritance has nothing to do with it.

What's more, Mr. Xiao Ran only admitted verbally that this disciple named Shiyi hadn't even participated in the personal transmission ceremony, and he didn't even have the Wuliangjian special jade slip nameplate to prove his identity.

In the meeting hall of Xiaoxiang Palace, Xing Fengtai, the old lord of Xiaoxiang Palace, sat on the main seat, and Xing Qingmo sat at his lower head.Elders sent by other sects, big and small, sat scattered around. Although there was no strict order, the elders of those small sects would automatically sit in the farthest positions, leaving the front seats for the big sects. people sitting.

Liu Xunying and Chu Xiaonan are currently sitting in the second row with sullen faces.Behind Chu Xiaonan, Jing Shixi, who was wearing a black mask, stood there motionless holding a sword.

There was no expression on his masked face, only a pair of bright black eyes and thin lips that were slightly pursed into a straight line could be seen underneath.The young man stood there with his back straight. Although his stature was still very thin, he still wore the white uniform specially made by Wuliangjian with a special demeanor.There is a black black sword hanging on his waist, which looks ordinary, but who is qualified to sit in this meeting hall is not a well-informed power, so he can naturally see that it is not an ordinary sword.

The master of Fuyun Sect looked at the faces of the first few powerful men from other sects, stroked their beards, but said with a little confidence: "If you haven't even participated in the personal transmission ceremony, you really can't be regarded as Mr. Xiao Ran's personal disciples. Jade slip He doesn't have a famous brand, so he can't be regarded as an inner disciple of Wuliang Sword Sect."

Chu Xiaonan was so enraged by this group of people looking for faults: "Of course our suzerain has the final say on whether he is a direct disciple or not! Whether he is an inner disciple or not is also a matter for our Wuliangjian!"

Their suzerain disappeared for three months, and the place where the badge finally appeared was Luotai. Now his whereabouts are unknown and his life and death are uncertain. People who can only look up at Wuliang Mountain began to have the idea of ​​making trouble and making trouble.Wuliangshan has a faint tendency to be attacked from both sides.

But at times like this, the base camp in the mountains must not be chaotic.Under the leadership of Yan Yunshan, several elders performed their duties in the sect. Chu Xiaonan, who had always been more able to fight, and Liu Xunying, who was always very determined and far-sighted, were sent to lead a group of disciples to participate in the trial.

However, before leaving for Xiaoxiang Palace, none of them thought that this group of people who were looking for faults would set their sights on Eleven.

Although it is only a competition for disciples below the golden core stage, every sect attaches great importance to the ranking of the trial mark, especially the person who stands out among the many junior disciples and wins the top of the list, which often means that this person In the future, it is very likely to grow into a power beyond the distraction period.

Although the other participating disciples couldn't tell their exact ages, if they had reached the ninth level of Condensed Pulse, they would be at least one or two hundred years old. It is too young.It is inevitable that people will feel that there is something unusual in it.

But after all, the trial campaign has not officially started yet, if Yan Xiaoran is still there, no one would dare to say that Eleven is wrong.But after Xiao Ranjun took an ordinary-looking man to Luotai, the patrolling guards never saw them again, and it was no secret that the two disappeared.

After such a long time, many people speculated that Mr. Xiao Ran and the man probably fell into the Luoshui Lake and disappeared.

No one here has ever experienced how terrifying Luoshui Lake is.But everyone knows that if it falls into it, it probably won't come back.

Since there is an [-]% chance that Mr. Xiao Ran is dead, and there are no distracted people in the Wuliang Sword Sect, how long will it be if we don't pull them off the horse at this time?

However, one has to find some reason to make a move against a big sect.At this time, Eleventh became their breakthrough.

Chu Xiaonan understood these people's plans in his heart, and he was so angry that his teeth were itchy.

But helplessly, he is a little bit good at fighting, but he can't talk to this group of people when talking about words.

Liu Xunying, who was sitting next to him, looked calm.No matter what others said, he would sit there motionless and not speak.

"Amitabha." Bai Yichen, who was seated in the second row, chanted the Buddha's name and said, "The trial sign means that all disciples below the Golden Core Stage can participate, regardless of age. Since this little brother is at the eighth level of Meridian Condensation He should have been allowed to play."

Chu Xiaonan looked at Bai Yichen with bright eyes.Among the people in this room so far, only Bai Yichen, who has always been fair, can speak a fair word.

Nowadays, the atmosphere in the world of cultivating immortals is not right, and the small sects that are short of resources often follow the lead of the big sects, and the Xiaoxiang Palace, which made a fortune by selling talismans and formations, has naturally become the object that many small sects want to attach to.

As for Kunlun Mountain, one of the other four major sects, because Mr. Xiao Ran has robbed him of a lot of limelight in refining weapons these years, he has become more and more at odds with Wuliang Mountain.

"That being said," said the suzerain of another small sect, "but the people brought back by Mr. Xiao Ran from outside even had time to enter the sect, so they can casually take your Wuliangshan's place in the battle, which is unfair. .”

"Hehe." As soon as the other party finished speaking, a simple but mocking voice rang out: "If Sect Master Liu is not convinced, he can also go outside and find a master in the late stage of pulse condensation to join the battle."

Everyone turned their heads and saw that the person who made the sound was a fat man in black sitting in the fourth row. It was Chen Fanshu, the elder of Chongming Mountain who was in the Yuanying stage.Sitting in front of him was a handsome young man who was also wearing a black Taoist robe. When he heard him speak, he only looked back at him, but he didn't say anything.

Chongming Mountain is now considered a very special existence.Because of what happened 15 years ago, now the population is scarce, so it can no longer be regarded as a big sect.But it can't be said to be a small sect.After all, they still have an elder in the Nascent Soul stage sitting in charge.For an ordinary small sect, a monk at the golden core stage is enough to be an elder or suzerain.

The suzerain surnamed Liu obviously didn't expect that Chen Fanshu, who still speaks very well in this room, would suddenly speak, and obviously choked: "Elder Chen, what do you mean?"

After choking, he said again: "Oh, I heard that Wuliangjian helped Chongmingshan solve the problem of walking corpses a few days ago. Now it is understandable that Chongmingshan is facing Wuliangjian."

"Did you consider the consequences of what you said?" the young black-robed Taoist priest in Chongming Mountain suddenly asked.His eyes were as sharp as a sharp knife, and he glanced over. Although the suzerain surnamed Liu was very dissatisfied, he didn't speak any more.

The reason why Chongming Mountain did not completely decline, apart from having a Nascent Soul stage medical practitioner sitting in charge, is that the new Suzerain of Chongming Mountain, Shen Chenxing, is really too powerful.

It's not about how high his cultivation base is.Shen Chenxing's cultivation is currently only at the ninth level of Meridian Condensation, which is not enough for a room full of at least Jindan stage monks.But that's why this young man is so powerful, and he is only in his thirties this year.

If everything goes well according to his cultivation speed, this young man will most likely enter the golden elixir stage before he is 50 years old.Such talent is unprecedented in the cultivation world.

Soon there were bursts of discussions in the room.

At this time, the old palace master Xing who was sitting at the top suddenly said: "Young man, how old are you this year? Come here and show me."

The very prestigious lord of Xiaoxiang Palace spoke, and the room instantly became quiet.

Jing Shixi turned his head and glanced at him, but he didn't go over. He just said in a deep voice, "I'm not a young man. I'm [-] years old this year."

Eleven always thought that he was stronger than other people of his age, but after leaving Jedi Valley and entering Wuliang Mountain, he gradually discovered that he was not only much stronger than other people of his age, but also more powerful than his age. People who are a hundred years older can't beat him.

Originally, he was complacent about this matter.

But he's not stupid either.What happened in the past two days also made him completely discover that his cultivation seems to really not match his age.At this time, he would no longer think that it was a good thing that he was gifted at such a young age, and naturally he would not really go over and let the old Palace Master see.

Especially when the psychotic man was still sitting next to him.

However, although he deliberately spoke in a low voice, he was still a young man with an immature voice and an immature voice.Eleven himself couldn't tell the difference, but the others present could tell the difference.

Someone immediately let out a roar of laughter.

Even Xing Qingmo sneered amusedly.

However, Jing Shixi didn't care about other people laughing at him at all. Now all he could think about was how he could participate in this competition without being stopped.

Xiao Ranjun and his father disappeared together, and because they disappeared by the Luoshui River, everyone had some bad premonitions in their hearts.In the past few months, Eleven's life on Wuliang Mountain has not been smooth.

But he wasn't very worried about the two of them, because he could still sense the existence of Jing Fansheng.Although it was so weak that he couldn't rely on it to identify the location of the two people, it also gave him enough confidence to confirm that the two people were still alive.

So in this situation where Mr. Xiao Ran and his father both disappeared and Wuliangjian was suppressed by others, he really wanted to win the Trial Trial just like Jing Fansheng did back then.

What's more, when he was in Qi Ye before, he didn't take too many shots, so he entered another level inexplicably, from the seventh level to the eighth level.Eleven also knew in his heart that this should probably be the last time he was eligible to participate in the Trial Trial.

He was in a state of desperation, and Chu Xiaonan, who was sitting in front of him, also anxiously looked at Liu Xunying, hoping that he could come up with an idea quickly, when suddenly——

"Boom!" A loud noise exploded, shaking the entire lobby three times.

Those who reacted quickly stood up and stretched their necks around to see what happened. When their eyes swept over the door of the lobby, they were shocked.Especially those sect masters and elders from small sects with low status who could only sit close to the door, all pointed their fingers in that direction in amazement, but were too shocked to speak at all.

At this time, a cold snort filled with extremely strong coercion came.

This coercion made the entire meeting hall instantly silent.All the people present, except those from Wanxiang Temple, Chongming Mountain and Wuliangjian, regardless of their level of cultivation, were all pale from the shock, and those with weaker skills even spit out a mouthful of blood.

This is the coercion that can only be released by the power of the distraction stage!No, even the distraction stage cannot release such a strong coercion, this is very likely to be a powerful handwriting of the fusion stage!

Everyone looked at the place where the cold hum came from.

Jing Shishi also looked in the direction of the entrance of the hall, and his eyes lit up when he saw it.

The pure and cold air permeated the air in an instant, like clouds rising one after another under the sunlight outside.

Two tall young men in white clothes stood in the middle of the cloud.

The taller man snorted again, and said, "My apprentice is two hundred years old this year, why don't I know?"

Immediately afterwards, without waiting for everyone's reaction, he unleashed another even stronger coercion.

The Xingfengtai at the top was under pressure, but both hands clasped the handles of the chair excitedly.

Xing Qingmo next to him was also extremely pale, but he was staring intently at the two people at the entrance of the hall, as if he saw a fat and delicious prey.If it wasn't for the strong coercion at this moment, he might have rushed forward.

Xing Qingmo was not the only one present who had this kind of reaction.

When he saw the two people at the door clearly, Shen Chenxing, who was not suppressed by the coercion, suddenly let out a violent roar, drew his flying sword out of its sheath, and stabbed at the thin person.

Also not suppressed, Bai Yichen, who had just seen clearly who the person at the door was, was taken aback. He wanted to stop it but it was too late.

The simple thing is that although the Feijian castrated ferociously, when he was about to touch the young man, he was separated by the man beside him.

With a sound of "铛!", the sharp point of the sword touched the opponent's scabbard, unable to move forward at all.

The two white-clothed youths in the cloud and mist are about the same in stature, both have powdery faces and beautiful crown jade.One of them was slightly taller, raised his hand expressionlessly, and held Shen Chenxing's flying sword with the scabbard engraved with dragon patterns and elegant flowers.The other is thin but tall and straight, with a peerless elegance in the corners of his eyes and brows.Elegant and handsome, elegant and free and easy.

The strange thing is that there is a fairy rope tied between the two.

Seeing the various reactions of the people in the room, the rope that was originally wrapped around his wrist was untied, Jing Fansheng took two steps forward, and as soon as he raised his hand, he grasped the hilt of Shen Chenxing's flying sword.

Even if Shen Chenxing is a genius who is rare in a thousand years, his current cultivation level is still very shallow.His flying sword was held in Jing Fansheng's hand, and he lost control.

A pair of perfectly shaped peach blossom eyes looked around the room. Jing Fansheng held a sword and skillfully drew a flower in the air.

Because the movement was too clean and neat, the sharp blade cut through the air, causing a burst of clanking.

In the end, he raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and smiled at Shen Chenxing with his usual flamboyant appearance: "Long time no see, you're still so enthusiastic, little brother."