Chapter 31 The Ascension Conference Ends The sky was dark and the rain continued to fall. A forty-meter-long ice-crystal sword shadow, like a flash of lightning, crossed the void. Drawing the sword to cut the water, the speed is incredible. Can't escape! Zhang Chou believed in his own judgment and took out his third top-grade magic weapon from his storage bag. Dark iron shield. Almost at the moment he got it, the sword shadow was approaching him, and he could only rely on the shield to resist the sword shadow. What shocked him was that the power of the sword shadow was endless. Above the river, Li Xunhuan's eyes focused, feeling the obstruction coming from Cang Jian. The next second, he grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands, swung it forward, then turned around and slashed back along the original trajectory.
At the same time, Zhang Chou's shoulders suddenly sank, and he almost couldn't hold the black iron shield. Before he could react, the next sword shadow attacked. As he looked horrified, the shield's aura dissipated, but the sword's shadow continued to move at a steady speed, disappearing from his sight in the blink of an eye. He put one hand on his waist, but there was no trace of blood. A gust of wind blew, and the body was separated, with the upper body sliding on the bridge. After falling to the ground with a bang, veins bulged on his face, his eyes bulged out, and blood kept gushing out from the corners of his mouth. Li Xunhuan landed on the bridge and glanced at the shield that had lost its aura, but found little impact. He was not yet able to damage the top-grade magical weapon. He looked at Zhang Chou again. A cultivator in the Qi training stage has strong vitality, or the sword may be so fast that the opponent's body cannot react and he has only one breath left. "Go, gurgle, gurgle, gurgle," The other party tried to say something, but more blood gushed out. Li Xun Huan understood, frowned, and asked back, "You mean you got the Yin Qi during treasure hunting, but you didn't make it?" Zhang Chou used up half of his strength to nod slightly, and looked at Li Xunhuan with a last bit of hope. Because of his respect, he felt equality for the first time in his life. He didn't want to let the last trace of equality disappear. When a person is about to die, his words are also good. Li Xunhuan nodded to show that he understood. When Zhang Chou saw this, he looked relieved and pleased, and suddenly his eyes widened. Phantom, fake person? I want to know something, but I can no longer see it.
At the same time, the Yinyu Golden Needle lost the monk's control and pierced deeply into the stone due to inertia. The other party cannot die any more. At the same place, Li Xunhuan appeared again. "Fellow Daoist, I don't even trust good people, so how can I trust you who doesn't look like a good person?" Storage bags, golden needles for rainy days, black iron shields, and top-grade magical swords flew over one by one. Fire bomb technique, collecting corpses. The sky was gloomy and the rain became heavier, quickly washing away the bloodstains on the ground. "Li Xunhuan wins." Li Xunhuan politely expressed his thanks, and the other party returned the greeting in a very formal manner. Does this mean that he has entered the Yellow Maple Valley? Just as he flew away from the ring, he heard the noise outside. "Fuck, did you see that 40-meter sword shadow?" "At my age, I'm really living a dog's life." "How can we fight this? Go home and farm." Li Xunhuan turned a deaf ear to it. As early as when he entered the world of immortal cultivation, he knew that his genius could not be concealed. Then let his fame spread. He is so talented that even Huangfeng Valley protects his own child. Of course, he had already decided not to step out of the Huangfeng Valley until he had established his foundation. Reached the foundation-building stage? Is there any point in being invincible at the same level? There is no shortage of such cultivators in the mortal world, and even less in the heavens. I decided to become a physical cultivator and give the mortal world a surprise. Stimulate! As time passed, the Ascension Conference gradually came to an end. The more time passes, the more brutal the fight in the ring becomes. This might be the real scene that Han Lao Mo saw. For a moment, even Li Xunhuan was moved. "Even if I have to die, I will die at the Ascension Conference. I am already over thirty-eight years old. If I don't fight hard, I will not have the chance to build my foundation." "Fellow Daoist, give me a quick death." "Why can sect disciples travel the world, while we can only be frogs in the well?"
"There must be many beautiful sights in the immortal way. Please go and see them for me, fellow Taoist." The situation was equally tragic in other arenas. Those who died together, those who fought until only one leg was left, At that time, countless casual cultivators wanted to retire, and countless casual cultivators aspired to become the next Li Xunhuan. There are many independent cultivators coming forward, and the thing the world of immortal cultivation has the most is people. As expected, he is a mortal cultivating immortality. So, half a month later. "Uncle Master, please put away the formation." "can." Forty green stone pillars fell back into the ground and the square was restored. The independent cultivators continued to come in an endless stream, and once again a huge crowd of people poured up. "I am a cultivator at the eleventh level of Qi training. I just missed the time. Can you give me another chance next time?" "I have hundreds of spirit stones, but I want a place as a menial disciple in the sect." "I am a very pretty girl, can I be your servant?" "roll." The many ways in which the casual cultivator pleaded for mercy were suppressed by a loud shout and he could not utter a single word. In the sky, Senior Brother Wang and Junior Brother Wu were walking together. Senior Brother Wang looked around the room, and seeing no one dared to look at him, he began to speak. "Those whose names I call, please come forward." "Li Xunhuan, Wang Erniu,." Ten names came out of his mouth one after another. Ten figures also appeared behind the two of them. After the announcement, Senior Brother Wang didn't care about the reactions of the many casual cultivators and led the ten people behind him to the top of Qingyun. "The Ascension Conference is over, everyone." The sounds below gradually became inaudible, and Li Xunhuan also followed Senior Brother Wang into the void. The token in the other party's hand flashed, and a huge ship appeared out of thin air with the flag of the Yellow Maple Valley hanging on it. Senior Brother Wang said coldly, "Junior Brother Wu, I'll leave these people to you. You should teach them some common sense." Junior Brother Wu nodded in agreement and said to the casual cultivator, "Come with me." Li Xun Huan was about to catch up when he suddenly heard Senior Brother Wang's voice. "Li Xunhuan stays."
He could only watch as the others disappeared. What you need to know, you will always know. Li Xunhuan didn't ask. Senior Brother Wang stroked his beard and nodded with a smile. Li Xunhuan was truly well-mannered. Unfortunately, good things have to be fought for. "Come with me." Soon, Senior Brother Wang brought Li Xunhuan to the third floor of the giant ship, where there was a pavilion. There are six people in the pavilion. One of the ladies in palace attire brightened up when she saw Li Xun Huan, and said with a sweet smile, "The young man is Li Xun Huan? He is indeed a handsome man," After a pause, he continued, "Why don't you choose the Yanyue Sect? Why don't you join our Yanyue Sect while there's still time?" Charm. Li Xunhuan tried to struggle. The result was not unexpectedly a failure. "Humph," Senior Brother Wang helped to break the spell and said with suppressed anger, "Senior Sister Zhao, is this inappropriate?" "Haha, if you want to have fun, have some fun, isn't it just right to join my sect? What's wrong with that?" "you," The difference in cultivation level left Senior Brother Wang speechless. At this time, Senior Sister Zhao asked Li Xunhuan again, "I promise that the Yellow Maple Valley will not embarrass you. Are you willing, young man?" Li Xun Huan noticed Senior Brother Wang's dark face from the corner of his eye and bowed respectfully. "Uncle Master Liao Zan, Xun Huan is a scholar. Since he has already joined the Yellow Maple Valley, he is naturally a member of the Yellow Maple Valley. He cannot change his sect." "Humph," Senior Sister Zhao stood up and left. Her words were heard in the air. "If that's the case, I'm just being sentimental." After her, the others left one after another, leaving only Senior Brother Wang and Li Xunhuan. Senior Brother Wang breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at Li Xunhuan with satisfaction in his eyes. "Nephew, you are a new member of the sect, so go and listen to Uncle Wu's explanation first. We will talk about this matter later." "Yes,"
Li Xunhuan took three steps back, turned around and headed straight for the deck of the giant ship. A thought flashed through my mind: If I can't build a foundation, I will be an ant. Build the foundation. (End of this chapter)