Immortal Mansion Longevity

  Chapter 899 Sect Storm

   "Ding Ding Ding~"

   "Bang bang bang~"

  At the foot of Tongtian Peak, the huge Zhenyang Dojo roared endlessly, and the sound of magic weapons and spells spread in all directions.

  Thousands of people gathered here, and many monks concentrated their attention on the two figures on the stage.

  Today is the day of the Yuanyang Sect Grand Competition, a grand event that is rarely seen once in ten years.

  As Yuanyangzong destroyed Hehuanmen and Piaoxue Pavilion, and subdued Wanyuegu and Qingxu sect, the territory increased rapidly.

   In this way, there will naturally be more and more disciples with excellent spiritual root aptitude.

  So twenty or thirty years have passed, although the monks at the Jindan level have not changed much, but the disciples of Yuanyangzong's Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment have obviously far surpassed before the expansion.

  In these years, from time to time, amazingly talented "little geniuses" have been born, and they have risen to the foundation building realm like a broken bamboo.

  Whether it is from the family line or from the other courtyard, many masters have emerged over the years.

  Mo Shangren is like jade, the son is unparalleled in the world!

  Compared to the "Three Heroes and Four Heroes" in the past, Yuan Yangzong is considered to be a shining star at this time, and the seven places cannot be included at all.

  After all, some foundation builders, even if they can't enter the top seven, their strength is far beyond that of ordinary foundation builders.

   Therefore, the titles of the Three Heroes and the Four Heroes are out of date, and they are replaced by "Thirty-six Heavenly Gangs" and "Seventy-two Dishas", which are called "Tiangangdishabang"

  Generally refers to Yuan Yangzong, the thirty-six people with the highest strength in the foundation establishment period, and the seventy-two people with the highest strength in the Qi refining period.

  In the Martial Arts Arena, the magic power of the foundation building period was constantly surging, and the situation of fighting skills gradually became clear.

  A man in red is controlling a long golden stick, and he has a clear upper hand in the offensive.

   On the other side, a female cultivator in a lavender dress, controlling the long ice crystal sword, fell into a disadvantage.

  The two of them have the same level of cultivation, and both are at the peak of foundation establishment, so the difference in strength is not that big.

  The golden staff of the man in red is a superb spiritual weapon, while the female cultivator in purple skirt is superb in spells. If the interests are not too involved, the two of them will not fight to the end under normal circumstances.

  But today is different. Today is the Grand Competition held by Yuan Yang Sect once every 30 years. Only when the comprehensive score ranks in the top six can one be rewarded with the "Golden Elixir".

  Usually according to the unspoken rules, the disciples who rank among the top six in fighting skills and who have a clean background can directly obtain a golden knot pill.

   As the best alchemy spirit, the importance of the golden alchemy is self-evident.

  Therefore, no one will be merciful to Yan Yan's classmates who used to laugh at him.

   In the struggle for the road, there is no retreat!

  Although there is not much difference in strength between the two, the man in red has a better family background. He has high-quality pills and top-grade spirit stones to restore mana from his elders, so he can use all kinds of powerful moves freely.

   So, after a period of stalemate, as the consumption of mana became more and more serious, the purple skirt female cultivator gradually couldn't hold on.

   "Junior Sister Chen, admit defeat!"

  Seeing that the time had come, the man in red spoke lightly, saying that the situation was under control.

  Although this is the case, he was not careless, and poured mana into the spiritual weapon without hesitation, making the golden long staff glow with aura.

  In the blink of an eye, it changed to about seven or eight feet long and thick, and fell hard towards the opponent with great force.

"boom!!"

  The accumulation of advantages has turned into victory. Facing the opponent's all-out blow, the nun in the purple skirt can only muster the rest of her strength to resist.

  But after a crackling roar, the ice crystal long sword and spells she sacrificed were still defeated back and forth.

"I surrender!"

   Turned pale, looking at the rapidly approaching magic weapon, the nun in the purple dress had a smear of blood at the corner of her mouth, and had no choice but to admit defeat.

  It is difficult to block the magic weapon of a monk of the same level with the mana shield alone, let alone the top-grade spiritual weapon.

  Following the words of admitting defeat, the golden long stick that was attacking head-on had a flash of inspiration, and finally stopped a foot away from it.

   "Junior Sister, I have accepted it."

  The man in red was polite, but there was no concealment for the arrogance in his eyes.

  His name is Li Guanjie, and he studied under a certain Jindan elder in the Zongmen, and he was very respected by the master and accepted as a personal heir.

  In order to deal with this crucial fight, Master specially bestowed various means, and there is no reason to lose when everyone has similar cultivation levels.

   "Junior Sister Wei Yunying, although her cultivation is at the peak of Foundation Establishment, her aptitude is ordinary and her age is too high. Even if she gets a Golden Pill, the chance of it is not very high."

   "Instead of wasting resources, it is better to leave them for useful people!"

   "With Jie Jin Dan"

  On the martial arts stage, seeing "Junior Sister Wei" with a sad face, Li Guanjie was rather complacent.

  He began to imagine the good times of Jindan Patriarch.

  Now the Zongmen is employing people, and after becoming a Jindan elder and dispatched abroad, he can immediately grasp a lot of power.

   Not to mention calling the wind and calling the rain, he is also the emperor of one side, and it is no problem to grab a lot of resources for cultivating immortals.

  According to the previous rules, with Li Guanjie's sixth place in fighting skills, Jie Jindan should have his share.

   "The winner, Li Guanjie!"

  The fight was over, and soon the elder Jindan came forward to announce the outcome of the fight.

  Wen Dou has been completed a long time ago, and with the final winner of Wu Dou, this Zongmen Grand Competition has officially ended.

   Only after the elders of the sect have discussed the results of literary and martial arts comprehensively, the ranking of the sect grand competition will be announced.

   Affecting the minds of thousands of monks, the ownership of the six "Jiejin Pills" will also be clarified.

   "Thank you, elder, this disciple is leaving!"

  Bending slightly to salute, Li Guanjie went down the stairs in high spirits and returned to his own crowd.

  His relatives and friends, etc., will soon send congratulations.

  In the eyes of many monks, Li Guanjie has the elders of Jindan to take care of him, and his own strength is extraordinary.

   It's just such a person, monks with excellent aptitude and deep background are only a very small number after all.

  Most monks are ordinary monks with mediocre qualifications and no background.

  Seeing the energetic Li Guanjie from a distance, many ordinary disciples fell silent, with complicated and incomprehensible emotions in their hearts.

  Obviously this person won in a dignified manner according to the rules of the competition, but for some reason in their hearts, they just felt aggrieved!

  In the eyes of many ordinary disciples, Wei Yunying was no worse than him, and his spells were obviously much better.

  However, due to the quality of the spirit weapon and the spirit stone of the pill, it ended in failure.

  From a formal point of view, Li Guanjie's victory was undisputed, but many ordinary disciples always felt a sense of injustice.

  Because to a certain extent, the direction of this fight is not actually in the process of fighting.

  The outcome of the fighting method is already determined outside the martial arts stage.

  If there is no elixir spirit stone bestowed by Master Jindan, or the top-grade spiritual weapon, it is still unknown who will die.

   But at its root, this status quo has been doomed from the moment of birth. There may be many people who are unwilling, but they cannot change the reality.

   This is the thinking of most ordinary disciples.

  However, some well-informed Foundation Establishment deacons know that the top six in martial arts do not necessarily get the golden pill.

  If someone has a strong background, enough to make most Jindan elders speechless, even if the ranking of fighting skills is lower, they can still get the elixir according to the rules "fairly and openly".

  Of course, this kind of situation is very rare, because the "Zongmen Dabi" has a lot to do with it, and I don't know how many pairs of eyes are staring at it.

  Once it goes too far, if you don't even want to do superficial efforts, it will cause the sect to be dissociated from morality.

   Such a responsibility, even the leisurely elders could not bear it.

  In short, the ownership of the golden elixir will be decided after the elders discuss it.

  In the corner of the dojo, a male cultivator folded his hands on his chest with a blank expression, as if he didn't care about the result at all.

  His cultivation base is at the peak of Foundation Establishment, with long braids and thunder marks on his face, his bare upper body is bulging, and he exudes a fierce aura, making it difficult for people to approach.

  This person's name is Pang Wanli, who possesses a lightning-attribute alien spirit root, and is nicknamed "Lei Luo Taoist".

  Pang Wanli not only ranked third in the "Tiangang List", but also ranked first in martial arts.

   Such a record, as long as the foundation is clean, according to the past practice, there is no dispute about winning a golden knot.

  Similarly, Wendou No. 1 also has preferential treatment, but the weight is not as good as Wudou.

  In a great sect competition, some people are happy while others are lonely.

  Especially among the top ten in civil and martial arts, but not in the top six, I feel extremely tormented at this moment.

  They have the hope of obtaining the golden elixir, but the chances are not great, but the golden elixir has too much to do with it, so many people are worried about gains and losses.

   There are also some people who are also ranked in the top ten range and relatively high, and have some relationship with one or more elders, and have "walked around a lot" beforehand.

  So on the whole, I am more at ease, waiting calmly.

  It’s just that when they occasionally looked at the elders’ seat, the unnatural look in their eyes still revealed their inner anxiety.

  The last group of monks who participated in the Grand Competition were ranked outside the top ten in civil and martial arts, and it was completely impossible for them to have the chance to obtain the golden pill, so they felt relieved at this moment.

  Some deacons who are still young, after experiencing this failure, their fighting spirit is even higher, and they make up their minds to go back and practice hard, and strive for a good ranking in the next competition.

  Because of the grace of "Patriarch Qingyang", the Zongmen Dabi was shortened from once every 50 years to once every 30 years, so they still have the opportunity to participate in the next Dabi.

   Others, the deacons who are already very old, have completely given up on that point of thinking when their vitality and blood have declined next time.

  Some of them also want to obtain alchemy spiritual objects through other channels, to see if they can get away with it.

   There are still some people who completely extinguish their thoughts of attacking the golden core realm.

  They plan to find a leisure department and spend the rest of their lives working for the sect, or retire and return to their hometowns to spread their branches and form their own family of cultivators.

  In the corner of the dojo, a dark-skinned and ordinary-looking disciple lost his face and remained silent.

   "Ninth in Wendou, tenth in Wudou."

   "Master has already passed away, and I don't know a few elders."

   "This time the Zongmen Grand Competition, it seems that there is no hope of obtaining the "Golden Elixir"."

  Looking silently at the elders' seat, Liu An thought with some loss.

  After so many years, his cultivation base has also reached the peak of foundation establishment, so he participated in the Zongmen Grand Competition and wanted to try his hand at the golden elixir.

  Although they practice top-grade exercises and have top-grade spiritual weapons, the foundation-building cultivators of the Yuanyang Sect are like clouds.

  Liu An tried his best, but finally stopped at the tenth place in the martial arts.

  Originally, with such an achievement, with the care of the head master Wu Chengen, it is still somewhat possible to obtain the golden pill.

  But with the resignation of the master, he was devoted to cultivation and didn't know the elders before, so everything naturally came to naught.

   "It's okay, I can still participate in the next competition."

   "In the past thirty years, prepare one or two top-grade spiritual weapons, and then practice second-level spells. Next time, you may not be able to enter the top six!"

  Liu An comforted himself, but he still couldn't hide his disappointment in his eyes.

  Listening to the comfort from the same door beside him, he could barely squeeze out a smile, obviously a little absent-minded.

  Benefiting from the care of his master, he has relatively abundant resources for cultivating immortals. Although his spiritual root aptitude is mediocre, his cultivation speed is generally not too slow.

  So stumbling, still at the age of one hundred and thirty, he had cultivated to the peak of foundation establishment.

  He is more than one hundred and forty years old this year, which is the best age to hit the bottleneck of Jindan.

  The next big competition will be thirty years later, when the blood will start to decline, even if you get the golden alchemy, the chance of alchemy will definitely not be as good as it is now.

  …

  In the eyes of disciples of the Zongmen, vassals of the Yuan Kingdom, and tens of thousands of monks, five Jindan elders, two women, three men, set up a soundproof barrier to communicate on the high platform.

  Five people were sitting on the Grand Master's chair, and the female cultivator in the middle was the senior sister "Li Buyu".

   Li Budong, who is also from the Li family, is also among them.

   "No. 1 in martial arts, nephew Pang has a clean foundation, and his performance in Wendou is also good. He should be ranked first in the competition and get a golden pill."

   "What do you brothers and sisters think?"

  As the elder in charge of this competition, Li Buyu overlooked the thousands of monks in the dojo, and first broke the silence and said.

   "It should be so, I have no objection."

   "My husband agrees"

  Being first in martial arts, directly as the first in the competition, and get a golden knot reward.

   This is the unspoken rule of Yuan Yangzong for thousands of years, no one can fault it, so everyone nodded in agreement.

   "Mr. Mo's nephew is third in martial arts, and his overall performance is remarkable. This seat thinks it should be ranked second."

   "I don't know what you guys think?!"

  After Li Buyu spoke, an elder with the most seniority present at the scene, made a suggestion.

  This person belongs to the Bieyuan lineage, and the "Nephew Mo" he talks about is also a rising star of the Bieyuan lineage.

  "Master Nephew Mo" has a very good overall score, and is indeed qualified to be ranked second. In addition, this elder has the most senior qualifications, so after Li Buyu nodded first, the other elders also nodded.

   "Nephew Tian"

   "Nephew Guan"

  The relationship with the Golden Core is very important, and it is likely to create a Golden Core monk, and the greater the number of Golden Core monks, the greater the voice of your faction in the Presbyterian Church.

  So everyone did not avoid suspicion, and recommended juniors who were close to each other.

  The top three are alright. Compared with the rest of the monks, the selected candidates have a clear advantage, and the disputes are relatively small and passed very smoothly.

   But the latter candidates have less obvious advantages.

  Under the influence of interests, the junior who all five of them wanted to be close to got the golden pill, so they began to argue with each other.

  For a while, no one could convince anyone, so they could only vote by show of hands.

  Through this method, the top five players in the competition were finally determined.

   "Nephew Li Guanjie, ranked sixth in martial arts, and also has good results in literary competitions"

  The top five were confirmed, and an elder who was in the same line as a master and apprentice couldn't wait to speak.

  He is not Li Guanjie's master, but he belongs to the same faction, entrusted by his master to promise to do his best.

   Perhaps the arrangement was in place. Just as the elder's voice fell, another elder nodded in agreement.

  There is also an elder who also looks hesitant, as if he might raise his hand to agree at any time.

  As long as another elder raises his hand, the matter can be settled by the minority obeying the majority.

   Seeing this, he nominated Li Guanjie's elder, with a slight smile on his face.

  But the next moment, when Li Buyu spoke, his smile froze.

   "Wait a minute."

   "This seat believes that the performance of Liu An and Nephew Liu is also remarkable."

   "The most important thing is that Uncle Qingyang once said, "This kid is good."

   "This seat nominates Martial Nephew Liu, you brothers and sisters may wish to think about it."

   Putting down the teacup, Li Buyu said unhurriedly.

   As she spoke, she glanced casually, and caught a glimpse of the ordinary-looking monk with dark skin in the crowd.

"this"

  As soon as this remark was made, several people looked at each other, with a bit of hesitation on their faces.

   "My husband agrees"

   "I agree"

   After a few breaths of silence, several elders nodded in agreement, and Liu An successfully won the sixth place in the competition.

  Even the elder who recommended Li Guanjie silently voted for it.

   Just kidding, the ancestors said "this kid is good", which means that he can be cultivated.

  In this way, if Martial Nephew Liu didn't even get a place in the competition, wouldn't it mean that the ancestor misjudged the person?

  Old ancestor is wise and powerful, so it is naturally impossible to misread it.

   It must be their own negligence, which needs to be seriously and carefully re-examined.

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  PS: There is still a chapter in the early morning, fellow Taoists, don't wait.

  (end of this chapter)