Chapter 36
The small kitchen is located in the remote backyard of Zhiqiongfeng.
The reason why Su Yu didn't change places was because he felt that chefs pay attention to physical strength, and knife workers stand on their posts and spoons, and all of them need strength. Therefore, walking from her own courtyard to the small inverted seat every day can be regarded as a physical activity for her.
And, along the way, you can also check Zhiqiong—the daily situation of her entire chef.
But now that the three rays of sunlight are falling, they are very conspicuous when they fall in the remote backyard.
"What is that?"
"Except for Senior Sister's small kitchen, there is no one else." "...Senior Sister is making alchemy
again?
"
Wipe the corner of his mouth.
Even Yan Yan, who continued to practice in the sword forest, couldn't help but stop his sword moves, and looked there, with a hint of expectation in his eyes.
However -
in the small kitchen.
Hang Wan'er and Su Yu met each other's eyes.
Su Yu coughed softly, retreated from the lingering admiration of his younger junior sister, and looked down at Wu Jin's plate.
After the red clouds had dispersed, there was a gold hairpin full of precious brilliance on the Wujin bone plate at this moment.
The head of the golden hairpin is like a small branch of coral branching into four branches. The golden branch is swaying, and three bright red carmine-colored gemstones the size of pearl rice hang down.
This is the hot and sour chicken feet she made?
Inserted in the hair bun, it must be shaken three times with one step, and the precious light will overflow.
Su Yu raised his forehead.
"Master, master, senior sister..." Hang Wan'er also covered her red lips in shock.
I can't believe it, she spit it out, grandpa!
Su Yu was also lucky.
The coral beads branch into four branches, which are the four toes of the chicken claw bone.
Fortunately, Master Su has always paid attention to details and cleaned up the chicken feet.
Now the hairpin is gilded all over without a trace of blemish, otherwise it would be ridiculous.
Master Su was able to bear it enough, and soon his face calmed down, "Not bad. It looks very suitable for you. Senior sister has said that it is specially prepared for you and junior sisters. You can wear it and try it."
Try it . Try...you won't be able to take it off after you try it.
Hang Wan'er cautiously stretched out her hand, picked up the golden hairpin and shook it, then gasped.
Three rouge-colored gemstones the size of pearl rice grains fell on the gold hairpin tassels, and they trembled as soon as they were picked up, overflowing with the glow of three treasures, as if they were the certification of the way of heaven that fell from the sky just now.
High-grade third-grade magic weapon!
Her original double hairpin was just a second-rank inferior magic weapon, infused with spiritual energy, it could stab and slash against the enemy. It had no extra decorations, and no additional power. It was just a common attack magic weapon, covered in pure gold.
But the one that was hidden in the elixir by the second senior sister turned out to be a first-class third-grade magic weapon, which was reflecting each other with the comprehension of the kung fu technique that gave her enlightenment from taking the elixir.
Hang Wan'er clutched her chest where chickens were jumping wildly like rice, and couldn't help touching the tassels on the hairpin. She blushed, and joy overflowed from her eyes. She held her breath, and then carefully picked up the walking stick with both hands. Hairpin on his own temples.
This rouge jewel complements her delicate face.
"Well, it matches your red dress, it's quite beautiful," Su Yu nodded cheekily, "Next time I want another style, I'll tell my senior sister."
Hang Wan'er was stunned.
Are there other styles? For more than ten years, she only had one pair of golden hairpins, and she never changed them no matter where she went.
"Let your fifth senior brother go and buy some makeup boxes for you." Su Yu looked at the golden hairpin she replaced, "In the future, you can change according to your clothes, mood and occasion."
Master Su is a person with high aesthetics. He always pursues the details in the combination of color and shape on the plate.
Hang Wan'er's heart trembled when she heard it.
"Makeup box..." How many third-grade hairpins and hairpins should be filled.
With this alone, she felt that she was the happiest female cultivator.
Hang Wan'er was flustered, but soon thought of something serious.
"Second senior sister, I'll send it to the junior sisters right away."
Su Yu nodded.
Hang Wan'er was full of strength in an instant, but when she stood up from the grand teacher's chair, she stopped in her tracks, "Then should I inform my juniors in advance so that they can be mentally prepared?"
"Huh?" Su Yu raised an eyebrow.
"I spit out a magic weapon from eating pills, it really scared me to death, Second Senior Sister."
"..."
Two days later, the last day of the competition is approaching.
At Chen Shi, Xi Quan was still punctual, and landed Yujian in Zhiqiongfeng Sword Forest.
Without saying a word, he threw out six sticks of incense, and pulled out Zhang Daoren's fifth-grade spiritual sword, and suddenly the sword glowed everywhere.
"Senior Xi Quan offended you!"
"I'm here, look at my sword—"
"Senior Xi, look at the combination of swords I practiced with Brother Sixteen..."
Everyone is used to Xi Quan's 'hourly work' style, Knowing that he will rush back when Wuzhuxiang is halfway there.
Headed by Yan Yan, all the people up to Qiongfeng rushed towards Xi Quan and the fifth-grade spirit sword.
Xi Quan secretly nodded.
Yan Yan has made a lot of progress, her sword energy is restrained and more stable. Others also found a way.
Seventy-eight out of ten sword lights were broken yesterday.
However, it is still not enough.
Xi Quan looked solemnly, and looked at the fifth stick of incense next to him, which was already flickering red.
It is still far from the strength of the third and top six.
The time is still too short.
Practice lies in perseverance. In just a few days, there must be a leap in cultivation and sword art, unless it is an adventure.
"You guys did a great job."
Xi Quan nodded his head rarely, but he paused for a moment when he caught sight of the last female cultivator in red.
In the past few days, she has lost all vigor, and she has fallen behind the juniors and sisters who are refining Qi. She no longer has the strength and tenacity that would fly towards him even if she kneels on the first day.
I'm afraid I've been hit.
Xi Quan sighed and counted with his fingers.
"Five and a half sticks of incense, it will arrive today—"
He was about to return to the mountain.
But before he finished speaking, just as he stretched out his hand to take back the half-burned incense, a phantom of fire suddenly stabbed towards his right side!
Xi Quan was about to use his sword to resist for a moment, but found a stick of incense in his hand.
He yelled inwardly that it was not good, and immediately condensed his spiritual energy to resist, but the red light came in an instant, and it was actually a golden hairpin stabbing at him step by step.
As soon as the aura was blocked, Xi Quan looked at the person coming, seeing that it was Hang Wan'er in red, he couldn't help being slightly startled.
He thought she was depressed and gave up.
She has been at the end these few days——
but when she was distracted, the golden hairpin trembled slightly in his arms, and the four tasseled lights were like chains, suddenly bursting out, and inserted into his arms Aura Defense!
At the peak of his golden core, all the disciples of Zhiqiong Peak were below Foundation Establishment, and he didn't use his full strength in blocking, not even using 50% of the peak golden core, but who would have thought that this golden hairpin magic weapon was extremely strange, with four tassels flickering Bao Guang, turning into sharp claws, pierced into the back of his arm with the least protection from a tricky angle.
For a moment, his right hand seemed to be gouged into flesh by an adult third-rank vicious golden claw, and he couldn't move!
With a few puffs, the four tassels were shaken step by step, sharply cutting through the sixth stick of incense in his hand.
"Junior Sisters!" Hang Wan'er shouted with a pale face.
In an instant, several beams of precious light, several golden hairpins that were slightly different but similar, all flew together, rushing towards the sword force released by the fifth-grade spiritual sword.
One after another, phantoms with four claws scrambled to be the first to stab sharply at the same place.
The embankment of a thousand miles is destroyed by ant nests.
With this ferocious but broken sword, four claw holes that got bigger and bigger suddenly appeared, and it suddenly collapsed like a building and dissipated into the air.
Xi Quan's face changed, and he hurriedly took three steps back.
Even though he reacted quickly, the sword energy and the hairpin claws brushed over his Baina Taoist robe... leaving holes in the claws and tearing them apart piece by piece.
Xi Quan:
"Thank you, Xi Quan, for your recent guidance." The
golden hairpin flew back into Hang Wan'er's hand, her face was pale, but her eyes were shining brightly.
Xi Quan murmured, "You were observing my habits a few days ago, and you knew that every time I was in the middle of five and a half incense sticks, I was eager to go back to the mountain, and my mind was relaxed. I endured it until recently before making a move."
Hang Wan'er said nothing.
A successful hunter will not tell his prey.
Hovering in the air like a vicious horn, staring fiercely at the prey until it shows its flaws.
When the timing is right, the golden claw comes out - this is the inspiration from her senior sister Fengzhaodan!
Xi Quan frowned, "Your hairpin method has changed a lot. You are fierce and strange. You only attack people's weak spots. You know that I despise you and my defenses are lax. If you don't take action for a few days, you will reduce my slack to the next level." The lowest."
"Unexpectedly, in just a few days, your hairpin and your seven emotions and six desires have merged into one."
Xi Quan lamented that many monks could not do it in their entire lives, and their minds and skills fit together.
Practicing the Seven Emotions and Six Desires Kung Fu is good at understanding the changes in people's hearts. After practicing, you will be aware of people's mood fluctuations and weak points.
Cooperating with the change of her magic weapon, she made a sudden attack and got twice the result with half the effort.
Xi Quan nodded, and his eyes couldn't help showing a little appreciation that he didn't have the day before.
Hang Wan'er, however, looked at the small kitchen from a distance, her expression moved.
It was the second senior sister who taught her.
The evil name of Fengzhudan made her realize that -
looking back, her chance was in the heart formula.
One hit hits the target, and to detect the opponent's weakness, isn't that her skill of seven emotions and six desires?
It turned out that she was not weak, but that she had never found her own way.
She mistakenly thought that she could also fight with people like ordinary sword cultivators, but in fact that didn't suit her.
From today onwards, Hang Wan'er is a bad name!
"To Qiongfeng, five and a half sticks of incense today, break it."
Xi Quan retracted his sword, but his expression changed after he said this, and he hurriedly flew away.
Too bad, he still has half a stick of incense, and when it's time to go back to Wanjian Mountain, he is still talking here.
He flew three feet away in an instant, leaving only a heavy echo in the air.
"Tomorrow's second round of competition will be more difficult than today. What you are facing is not a sword-like dead thing, nor me who is merciful. Don't be careless."
Yan Yan and Hang Wan'er raised their heads solemnly.
For half the salary, Zhao Ran, the little sixteenth, picked up the sword he had dropped on the ground, admiring him, "Senior Xi Quan, he left without using Tang Dan."
Yu Dong couldn't laugh or cry, "It's because we were too slow. Time to go back to Wanjian Mountain."
Then he looked at Hang Wan'er suspiciously, "I've never seen your hairpin magic weapon before."
Hang Wan'er nodded.
Soon a few younger junior sisters came chattering around.
"Seventh Senior Sister, let's chat together again today, do you want to take Phoenix Claw Pill?"
"Yesterday I opened a second-grade hairpin!"
"Hey, my luck is a bit unlucky, and the first-grade hairpin is superior."
"It's okay, chances are conserved, maybe you can spit out a third-grade hairpin this time." Yu
Dong: "?"
All the male cultivator disciples of Qiongfeng: "???"
Hang Wan'er had a pretty face, and waved at the junior sisters, "Go, go to my room and use it while chatting. Before the Grand Competition, open another wave of treasure hairpins!"
Male cultivator disciples:
On the second day, the school bells and drums rang.
"The third-class sorting in Nanxun will be carried out at Bitao Mountain in the Sutra Pavilion."
"Please hurry to the Twelve Peaks."
The majestic voice of the elders of the Discipline Hall resounded through the 108 peaks.
The disciples came out from the third-class peak and the Wupinjie peak one after another with their swords.
There are even several second-class peaks that have sent disciples to watch the battle.
In this round, once the top three peaks of the third class are determined, they are eligible to challenge the second class peaks.
In Nanxun, the strength of the second-class peaks over the years is several times that of the third-class peaks.
But there are exceptions. For example, Yuqiong Peak, which was the third-ranked third peak two years ago, the chief Qian Qingqiu was forced to advance in the second round of the competition, and became the peak of Jindan. The power of the formation was multiplied, disturbing the minds and minds of the eight Jindans in one song, and directly defeated the second-class twelve peaks.
Although there are not many such accidents, the second-rank peak at the end is also alert in real time.
Therefore, the third-class sorting, and the last few second-class peaks all come to watch.
Qian Qingqiu also went there with his junior Lin Zhenyuqin, and happened to meet Su Yu and others who had just set off from Zhiqiong Peak slowly.
He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Junior Sister Su, I thought you were already in front of the Buddhist scripture pavilion."
It turned out to be a bit slower than him, the spectator.
Back then when Yuqiong Peak was vying for the seat, it was to observe the terrain early and guess the elder's questions in preparation.
But unexpectedly, Su Yu spread his hands while standing on Hang Wan'er's red silk.
"I also wanted to go early, but there were some minor problems."
"Huh?" Qian Qingqiu was surprised.
What could be more important than a battle for position.
Before Su Yu could finish speaking, he heard a few juniors and juniors couldn't help but speak.
"Senior Brother Qian blames me. I insisted on opening Blind Treasure again before going out, so I missed it..."
"No, it's me," Zhao Ran shook his head and sighed, "I knew it was my younger sister's step, but I couldn't help it." , opened it for my junior sister. Hey, I didn’t expect this feeling, so good. I opened it six times in a row, and all of them were first-grade magic weapons.”
“Brother, you spit it out, I don’t want it, you keep these six for yourself Let's go!"
"All right, all right, I'll hang the sword on it. I'll give you something else later."
Qian Qingqiu:
In this tone, six first-rank magic weapons are not enough, and they are still being sent back and forth. Why does it sound like he has more magic weapons than his second-class peak juniors?
What is it to open a blind treasure?
Lin Zhen couldn't help being curious, and was about to ask, but was interrupted.
Su Yu quickly pressed his hand and signaled everyone to be quiet, "Concentrate on your journey."
Who would have thought that a plate of hot and sour chicken feet would have slightly different styles of gold hairpins, and the grades of them were also different.
But Master Su has figured it out in the past few days. After all, these phoenix claws were not chopped off from a monster.
The grade of the magic weapon is directly related to the grade of the monster itself. After passing through the Five Elements Pot, it can be raised by about half a grade at most.
However, the side effects are also obvious.
The fun of opening the blind box made all the juniors fall into the trap.
"Don't let yourself get lost, otherwise I will never do this again." Zhi Qiongfeng
's excited disciples immediately shut up.
Qian Qingqiu suppressed his curiosity, and hurriedly cupped his hands, "Then everyone, I wish you all the best."
After finishing speaking, he looked at Yu Dong and smiled at him, "Zhu Ying has been home for a few days. If she can't come today, I will replace her." Let's watch together."
Yu Dong cupped his fists immediately, "Thank you, Senior Brother Qian."
Su Yu raised his eyebrows, could it be that the plot of the five junior brothers' Taoist couple has already begun, and Zhu Ying's family is about to have an accident.
While exchanging greetings, they kept on speeding towards the eight-storey pavilion with flying eaves in the center of the sect.
Soon, when Su Yu was thinking, he saw the whole picture of the book attic.
It is backed by a steep and steep mountain with broken walls, overlooking a magnificent river condensed by spiritual energy.
There are eight layers of flying eaves, golden top glass, and ninety-nine eighty-one hexagonal silver bells are hung under each layer of glass. It is said that it is a sixth-grade defensive formation laid down by the master of the sect, which can withstand the full strength of twelve Mahayana monks at the same time. attack.
This formation continuously draws spiritual energy from the heaven and the earth. It has not been breached for a hundred years, and it is the strongest defense in the entire Nanxun.
Su Yu stood with his hands behind his back on the red silk, and looked at it from afar, feeling a surge of excitement in his chest.
It is also a blessing for the chef to be able to stand here and cook.
"Hey, we're the last one to arrive." Little Sixteen Zhao Ran thoughtlessly, looked down at the crowds of people in front of Zangshu Pavilion, and said with emotion.
At this moment, in the open space of Zangshu Pavilion, the Taishi chair covered with yellow satin has already been placed.
Sitting in the first row are the twelve red-clothed elders of the Discipline Hall, who are today's judges.
The last twelve seats are reserved for third-class peak masters, and one of the twelve is missing.
"Second Senior Sister, where is your seat?"
"Second Senior Sister, go. We are all standing behind you."
Everyone at Qiongfeng couldn't help but speak.
Su Yu nodded, with his hands behind his back cheekily, under the astonished eyes of a group of onlookers, he calmly walked down from the red silk, and walked towards the peak master's seat where a group of Nascent Soul masters were sitting.
She couldn't help but glance at the eleven third-class peak masters.
The peak masters of the highest late Nascent Soul and the lowest early Nascent Soul couldn't help but look at her, a girl who was only in the Qi refining stage.
The most absurd scene of Nanxun Gate appeared.
Su Yu, who was just refining Qi, put his hands behind his back, and calmly nodded to the Yuanying.
Not only did she not feel any coercion in the Yuanying people's world, she also took out a fully prepared saucer from the mustard bag, and poured spiritual water into the purple sand pot slowly.
The ninth and eleventh peak masters around her were dumbfounded.
Even the ruling elders in the front row all turned their heads.
Especially the red-robed elder who presided over the Qiongfeng arena before, sitting right in front of her at this moment, his forehead couldn't help twitching, and he turned to look at her.
Su Yu immediately greeted him warmly, "Seniors, would you like to drink tea with me? The weather is dry and hot, and we should replenish water to reduce fire."
"..."
All the onlookers stared.
How bold!
"Hmph, even a small Qi refiner dares to take a seat," Yi Ge, the owner of the second peak, wearing a gossip robe, with a white face and long beard, looked like a fairy, snorted coldly, "Mu Taoist didn't teach Are you disciplined!"
After saying that, he swayed his sleeves, and the terrifying coercion of the Nascent Soul swept towards her.
Standing behind him, Chen Shuxin held his sword in his arms, and smiled to see how panicked Zhi Qiongfeng and the others looked.
But in less than half a moment, this coercion was immediately dispelled by a sword energy in the air.
"Yige, the sect forbids the peak master to fight privately, did you do it knowingly?" Sword energy tore through the clouds, and the corner of the patchwork robe floated out, Zhang Daoren stepped on the open space of Zangshu Pavilion.
There is a wooden hairpin on his head, and his black and white hair is pulled up. There is no beard on the face, but the wrinkles are still there.
"Elder Zhang?"
"Elder Jianshan Guard?"
Everyone was surprised, he looked so weird.
Only the disciples of Zhiqiong Peak breathed a sigh of relief.
"Elder Zhang, what do you mean by running out if you don't guard Wanjian Mountain?" Yi Ge, the owner of the second peak, frowned.
Zhang Daoren didn't even look at him, "What does it have to do with you? You are so free, why don't you be the master."
Yi Ge took a deep breath. Daoren
Zhang glanced at Chen Shuxin casually, "Boy Chen, you, move a chair for this old man and put it next to Nephew Xiao Su."
sweat.
But froze for a moment.
Nephew Xiao Su?
All the peak masters and the ruling elders were also surprised.
Instead, Su Yu stood up and said with a smile, "Elder Zhang, take my seat first."
Chen Shuxin was stunned.
She is Xiao Su's nephew?
He couldn't help but think of what Xu Meng said, that Zhiqiong Peak really had something to do with Elder Jianshan.
He looked up, and saw Zhang Daoren swept away his stern expression, and waved his hand kindly to Su Yu, "Sit down, isn't this your seat? It was passed down from your master and ancestor."
Chen Shuxin was shocked.
Zhang Daoren looked coldly at the several Nascent Soul Peak Masters.
"Some people hold back when they're unhappy. Otherwise, if you go to the peak of Zhiqiong of Taoist Mu and apply for a chief disciple, you can sit there."
Everyone was speechless.
The master of the eleventh peak, Yuan Rongsheng, had a round and kind face, and his white robe looked even more gentle. He stood up with a smile on the ground, "Mr. Zhang, sit here with me."
"That's right, Boy Yuan, you still have a good temper."
Zhang Daoren stroked his beard subconsciously, but stopped when he touched the smooth texture, and sat between Su Yu and him with his eyes and eyebrows bent.
Yuan kid.
The crowd didn't dare to look up.
Yuan Rong is at least three hundred years old.
However, Zhang Daoren is about to sit down, he is their master and uncle.
"Elder Jianshan actually confronted the master of the second peak
because of her." Somebody asked softly, "Could it be because she can make alchemy?"
Soon everyone shook their heads, "Second-rank alchemist, Yuan Ying The elder won't take it seriously."
Halfway through the discussion, the red-robed adjudicating elder stood up.
"Quiet."
"Third-class ranking, today's first question—" The red-
robed elder turned around, facing the majestic library covered with hexagonal silver bells.
"Examination?"
"In previous years, the questions related to Zangshuge were considered safe, and they were accompanied by opportunities. At the end, Sanfeng also had a chance."
"I just want to see Zhiqiong's performance. Their first round is so interesting."
The disciples standing around watching or Yu Jian watching in mid-air discussed one after another.
But just a moment later, they saw the red-robed elder in front of them, pointing at the steep cliff behind Zangshu Pavilion!
"Question one - Climb Bitao Mountain."
Everyone was stunned.
Bitao Mountain is named Bitao because a spiritual vein at the foot of the mountain turns into water.
Not only is the cliff of this mountain like a sword, there is no place to climb, but also because of the gathering of spiritual water, the spiritual energy is a hundred times that of a first-class peak, and there are countless whirlwinds.
Bitao Mountain is hundreds of feet high, and the higher you go, the more fierce the spirit wind becomes. It is as difficult as challenging Yuanying to climb to the top.
"Before sunset, the one with the most disciples who reach the summit wins." After finishing his
sentence, the elder in red robe looked complexly at the people at Zhiqiong Peak, and then at Taoist Zhang beside Su Yu, and sighed softly.
"During the climb, you are not allowed to take any elixir. Those who violate it will have their grades invalidated immediately."
Su Yu was taken aback.
Zhang Dao next to her was so angry that he slapped his legs, "Who came up with the question?"
Wei Zhao looked at each other with a group of juniors and sisters and smiled wryly.
The Chunmei Pill refined by the second senior sister has a steady stream of replenishing spiritual power, so it cannot be used today.
"You guys go, let people see the strength of Misty Peak, did it come from eating pills." Yi Ge, the owner of the second peak, laughed lightly on the spot.
Chen Shuxin immediately held the sword, bowed with a smile, "I take orders."
When he raised his head, he glanced at the chiefs of the two peaks on the left and right.
Qian Sanfeng smiled tacitly.
Second-rank alchemist? Then ban Dan!
Chen Shuxin led a group of Misty Peak disciples to the foot of Bitao Mountain, passed by Wei Zhao who was in a wheelchair at Qiongfeng Peak, and couldn't help but glance at him, "Junior Brother Wei, I heard that you are looking for an elixir to repair the golden core?"
"I might as well give you a message." Chen Shuxin looked up at the vortex caused by the raging spiritual energy of Bitao Mountain. "Three months ago, all the golden elixir spiritual materials in the southern border were bought by Tianshengzong."
Wei Zhao's face changed, Behind him, the younger brothers and sisters all changed their colors.
Chen Shuxin couldn't help smiling, "Did you find Qian Qingqiu in the secret realm and found nothing? Naturally, Tianshengzong paid three times the price to buy it, so who would keep it for him? Even Yuan Ying would find it difficult to find.
" Why does Shengzong want so many?" Hang Wan'er was at a loss.
But Chen Shuxin smiled, he didn't come to answer the question, "This competition will select ten elites to go to Tianshengzong to communicate. If you are lucky enough to be selected, you may be able to obtain a spiritual material from Tianshengzong ——"
Wei Zhao frowned.
"But it's a pity," Chen Shuxin sighed quietly, the smile in his eyes could not be concealed, "You are destined to be at the bottom."
Hang Wan'er raised her eyebrows on the spot, intentionally disgusting!
Normally, she would have rushed to teach him a lesson, but now she took a deep breath.
Patience, when he is weak—
Chen Shuxin turned around with a smile, "You can do it yourself, no one is protecting you anymore. You can no longer use your pearl oyster defensive treasure."
When everyone in Zhiqiong Peak heard this, their expressions were strange.
Then a clear voice sounded from behind them.
"Who is this person?" Su Yu asked while taking out the mustard bag, "Huh? It's the boy Chen who just moved the chair for me?"
Chen Shuxin: "...!"
He turned around and sneered, "You better not be the first One fell down, otherwise it would be ridiculous. Let's go!"
Waving his sleeves, he led Misty disciple to the front row of the second peak.
At the foot of Bitao Mountain, there are twelve competition peaks, arranged according to strength, from strong to weak, lined up from east to west.
Each peak is five feet apart.
The disciples got ready one after another, Yu Jian's Yu Jian, Yu Dao's Yu Dao...
Su Yu looked up at the broken wall that was hundreds of feet high, and raised his eyebrows.
She hadn't even flown by herself before approaching, and her dress was stirred by the ferocious spiritual wind.
"Senior Sister, let me take you with the Five Immortal Rope."
"..."
Su Yu pondered, "It's an interesting suggestion, and it gave me some inspiration."
All the elders and peak masters are looking at Mount Bitao from the stands.
The rest of the disciples also looked up.
"The second Misty Peak set off, so fast, as expected of Chen Shuxin!"
"The first chief is not as fast as him, oh, I have caught up."
Chen Shuxin, who was watched by everyone, walked straight up with his sword along the Bitao Mountains, and quickly He was about to be overtaken by Ji Tao, the Chief of the First Peak.
They quickly looked at each other and smiled.
"It seems that Brother Ji Tao has already made arrangements." Chen Shuxin smiled, "Aren't you going to avenge Ji Tuo later?
" The killing array was destroyed, he was scolded by his master, his mental state was damaged, and his realm fell to the early stage of Jindan."
While speaking, there seemed to be the sound of gold and stone.
After all, he taught him to step on the double hammer and go up against the strong wind, "The ants don't need you or me, you just wait and see!"
Chen Shuxin smiled and looked at the next few peaks, and saw a dozen or so Qi refining disciples Only half a foot away from Yujian, he was shaking, turned upside down by the violent aura, and fell from the sword on the spot!
In Bitao Mountain, the spiritual wind is like a wave, turbulent and difficult to tame, and it is still difficult to build a foundation and guard a sword.
At this time, the eighth and ninth peaks were beside Zhiqiong Peak.
Several disciples were crooked, as if they were defeated by Gang Feng, they fell suddenly, and bumped into four or five disciples of Zhiqiong Peak who were guarding their swords all the way.
"Haha, brother Ji, that's how it is!"
Chen Shuxin laughed loudly, and immediately Yujian caught up with the chief of the first peak, Ji Tao, "After cleaning up the ants, let's compete with each other!" The
two immediately laughed wantonly , you catch up with me.
"Thirteenth Junior Brother! Nineteenth Junior Brother!"
Hang Wan'er stepped up on the red silk, feeling a little bit of the seven emotions and six desires skills, and looked down, her pretty face changed instantly.
Hastily descending three feet high, the silver hairpin flew out from his hand, barely hooking Shisan who was knocked down by the flying sword.
"Seventh Senior Sister, let me go, I can't do it anymore, you quickly save Eighth Senior Brother and Ninth Senior Sister..." Shisan was hooked by the golden hairpin and coral branch, and when he looked up, he was pleasantly surprised, but his expression was anxious.
Another Ninth Peak disciple fell, and fell towards the four or five disciples who went to Qiongfeng to control the sword!
When falling, the flying sword of the Ninth Peak disciple was still swaying from side to side, and Zhao Ran, who was still holding the sword stably, was slammed into the vortex of the wind.
In an instant, Zhao Ran lost his balance.
When he gritted his teeth and managed to stabilize, a disciple of the eighth peak fell onto his shoulder with a strong wind.
Throw him down hard.
"Little Sixteen!" Hang Wan'er flew out a section of red silk, but was blown away by the strong wind.
"I'm coming!" Yan Yan pulled out the dragon scale sword from the mustard bag, and caught Zhao Ran in an instant.
But during this movement, their other three qi refining juniors were knocked down the valley, and instantly disappeared from their field of vision halfway up the mountain.
"Damn—" Hang Wan'er gritted her teeth.
"Seventh Junior Sister, you continue to move forward, and I will take care of the younger brothers and sisters behind." Yan Yan's expression was heavy, and Yujian stopped for a moment.
"Despicable!" Daoren Zhang slapped the table fiercely in the audience, "The Nanxun Grand Competition is for you to intrigue like this? With so many eyes, is this cultivating the way of swordsmanship or evil heretics!"
The master of the Ninth Peak did not dare to follow He looks straight.
Yige stroked his beard, and smiled at Taoist Zhang from afar, "Elder Zhang, the wind is impermanent. The disciples below the foundation establishment can't control their body shape, and they can't control where they fall. Today's wind direction is like this."
Ninth Peak Only then did the peak master speak, "Exactly."
Bah!
Zhang Daoren stared and was about to reply, but there was an uproar.
"Look, that female cultivator, who reached Qiongfeng, why did she take out a pot again, isn't she unable to take the pill this time!"
Daoren Zhang was stunned, and hurriedly looked.
All the elders and the peak master looked away.
They saw a slender figure of turmeric that they were very familiar with, standing behind a pot.
She is still at the foot of the mountain, flying without a sword?
Yi Ge sneered, "Even if I am deprived of my qualifications, I still want to make alchemy to help others? The old man only knows the fourth-grade Ji Ying Dan, which can make the Qi refining period explode with the speed of a nascent infant's sword within ten breaths, and it is the best escape. You can rush to Bitao Peak in one fell swoop, but unfortunately, it is said that she is only a second-rank alchemist."
Zhang Daoren rolled his eyes.
Who said second grade.
Her Four God Liver Pill, which can prolong life, is at the third rank, and its quality is even close to the fourth rank.
It's just that the Yannian Dan she made has the best effect when taken for the first time.
Daoren Zhang regretted that whether it was the Four Gods Liver Pill or the Shouzi Formation later, there would be no amazing effect if it was used again.
But this is also normal, increasing the lifespan is to fight against the heavens, how could the heavens allow him to borrow it for a few more years.
But no matter what, Xiao Su's nephew can win three years of life for him, so he is a well-deserved third-rank alchemist!
"Second Senior Sister, get out of the way!"
"We are incompetent—"
Zhang Daoren was sighing inwardly, and in an instant, the qi refining disciple who had been knocked down from Zhiqiong Peak fell into the cauldron in front of Su Yu.
"Landed disciples, after being eliminated, you must not continue." The red-robed elder raised his eyebrows.
But as soon as he finished speaking, Su Yu, who was standing at the foot of the mountain, looked up leisurely, and suddenly patted a snow-white round dough object out of the mustard bag with a pair of slender hands.
She stood still.
But the slender and bright wrist is as swift as a phantom, constantly pulling and spinning the snow-like mass between his fingers.
Suddenly, circles circled, the bigger the circle, the thinner it became.
In just a few breaths, it expanded more than ten times, as thin as a cicada's wing, revealing a glimmer of sunlight on the mountain.
what is this?
Everyone was shocked.
And in an instant, she saw her drop this layer of cicada wings into the cauldron, and the spiritual fire was lit.
"Foul! Can't make alchemy!"
"No wonder she didn't have Yukong, she was ready to sacrifice herself." "Can you fly up after eating the second-grade pill
?"
She steamed out of the iron pot, exuding a strange fragrance of grain and oil.
In an instant, a silver silk handkerchief embroidered with emerald green flew out, and it became five feet in one breath, and two precious lights appeared.
At Qiongfeng Peak, the three juniors who blamed themselves and fell in pain, were supported by an inch above the iron pot, and floated slowly.
Falling Junior Brother:
Everyone watching the battle: