Chapter 200 Tian Buyi's Thoughts
"Junior Brother Murong, long time no see."

Murong Ji was startled and turned to look. An expressionless and cold girl was standing not far behind Wen Min.

Without being able to speak, Murong Ji could feel waves of murderous aura and inquiring eyes looking at him.

[Isn't she in Yuqing Palace with Shuiyue? Why is she here? ]

Suddenly, someone kicked him from behind, kicking him out of the crowd and bringing him back to his senses.

Murong Ji stumbled, steadied himself, and did not embarrass himself, "Junior Sister Lu, long time no see."

Everyone looked at Murong Ji, then at Lu Xueqi. One of them called her "Junior Brother" and the other called her "Junior Sister". The relationship between them was a bit confusing...

Lu Xueqi was about to speak again, but she frowned slightly. She was annoyed by the gossipy looks from people around her, so she pursed her lips and remained silent.

Murong Ji walked back to the crowd, and his fellow brothers looked at him with disappointed eyes.

He curled his lips. Is the purpose of life to fall in love? Isn't it good to go forward and concentrate on seeking the truth?

"Someone else is coming!" Sixth senior brother Du Bishu suddenly reminded.

Murong Ji turned his head and saw that the leader was Qi Hao, followed by thirty or forty people.

Almost every one of them has a cultivation level above the fourth level of Jade Purity. Their aura is extremely fierce, and when they gather together, there is a natural sense of oppression.

I have to say, Longshou Peak is very powerful!

You can tell just by the number of people.

Murong Ji frowned slightly, and then he heard his fourth senior brother say, "Longshou Peak is indeed very powerful with many people."

"Senior Brother Song! We meet again."

Murong Ji was too lazy to pay attention to the greetings from the few people. He lowered his head and pondered how to make a magic weapon to assist in his practice.

There are actually three things in spiritual practice: the improvement of essence, energy and spirit, and the tempering of the heart.

However, with his current level, he was unable to construct a magical weapon to assist in his practice. He scratched his head and was extremely annoyed.

With his level, Master Tian Buyi said that he was the best among the best. It is conceivable how backward the weapon refining methods in this world are.

As the saying goes, it is difficult to have no road, and it is even more difficult to build a road.

He wanted to open up a path for refining weapons in this world, which would be extremely difficult even if he had a goal and direction.

He needed to explore and construct all the basics of refining equipment by himself, which was really time-consuming and laborious.

When I came to my senses, I saw Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu talking happily in front of me.

When Zhang Xiaofan saw Murong Ji looking at him, he said excitedly, "Seventh Senior Brother, you're awake." He was not unfamiliar with Murong Ji's condition. Many times, he thought about things in this way.

"Yeah." Murong Ji did not disturb the two for a long time. To them, they were each other's last relatives.

Suddenly, Murong Ji felt a surge of evil energy, his pupils shrank sharply, and when he looked up, Zhang Xiaofan's face was pale.

"Xiao Fan, what's wrong with you? Why is your face so pale?! Are you sick?!"

Murong Ji followed Zhang Xiaofan's gaze and saw that Tian Ling'er and Qi Hao were chatting happily, and the atmosphere between the two was quite wrong.

He sighed and said, "Calm down!"

Zhang Xiaofan woke up instantly, but felt extremely bitter.

Murong Ji leaned against the giant tripod and pondered quietly. He had been studying the poisonous blood banner for a long time. If he used it as a prototype to refine a Taoist banner, a magical weapon that could smelt the spirit of others...

[Daoyou, please look at my Human Emperor Banner...]

At this moment, a sound of breaking air came from high in the sky.
Murong Ji's train of thought was interrupted by the rumbling sound. He was unhappy and looked up with a frown. He saw a Changmen disciple standing in the air with a sword.

The most eye-catching thing is the scarlet fairy sword. Judging from this, this person's cultivation level is also at the eighth level, not much lower than Qi Hao.

Murong Ji's face changed. This made sense. The accumulation of Qingyun Sect over a thousand years would be hard to maintain its reputation as the best in the world if it relied solely on seven highly accomplished leaders.

The strength of any force is not developed by just one or two people, but by the gathering of countless elites.

"My fellow brothers and sisters, the headmaster and the chiefs of each peak have issued an order! Those who are going to participate in the Seven Clans Martial Arts Competition, please go to the Jade Purity Palace."

After he finished speaking, he flew directly to Yuqing Palace.

Murong Ji exhaled slowly, and a breeze gradually rose above the square, blowing the mist from the sea of ​​clouds up and over the fence surrounding the square.

It doesn't take much time for the square to become like a fairyland.

The crowd rolled, and from among the thousands of people, sixty or seventy disciples walked out, crossed the rainbow bridge, and headed towards the Yuqing Palace above.

Murong Ji followed his senior brothers closely, and beside him were Zhang Xiaofan, Lin Jingyu and others.

Walking onto the Rainbow Bridge, Murong Ji looked back and was shocked. This place really was like a fairyland. Taking this step was like ascending to heaven.

"Seventh Brother, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, let's go."

[After crossing the Rainbow Bridge, you will reach the Bishuitan Lake guarded by the Water Qilin. ]

Murong Ji narrowed his eyes slightly. He remembered that Zhang Xiaofan was sprayed by the water unicorn here.

[It is estimated that the battle eight hundred years ago, the bloodthirsty bead left a deep impression on Shui Qilin. 】

Turning his head slightly, he caught a glimpse of Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu whispering to each other behind him. Murong Ji smiled. These two people actually compared the water unicorn to a bear.

After getting off the Rainbow Bridge, he bowed to the Water Qilin. After walking several dozen meters, the Water Qilin did not move.

Looking back, Murong Ji felt a cold and gloomy energy rolling. His heart skipped a beat, and the next moment, he felt a chill running from the soles of his feet straight to his forehead.

It was as if some ancient beast had been resurrected.

Murong Ji turned his head and saw the water unicorn leap up. With a roar, "Ao Jian!", Murong Ji's blood surged.

Standing in front of Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu, he was in trouble for both of them!
In the clear water pond, the water surged and instantly rose up, rushing towards the sky, turning in the air and rushing straight down.

Murong Ji's face turned pale. This kind of pressure had never been exuded from his master and his mistress. This was the true strength of the upper Qing level.

Several jets of water smashed down towards the steps of Yuqing Palace.

[You will die!] At this moment, Murong Ji only had these two words in his mind. He subconsciously grasped the diamond bracelet in his hand. This was his only confidence!

"Spiritual Master, calm down."

A voice came from above his head, and several water jets attacking the steps were returned to the clear water pond by the man's wave of his hand.

Murong Ji subconsciously let out a breath and relaxed his whole body.

Looking up again, there were dozens of people standing in the air. They were all elders of Qingyun Sect.

Murong Ji's heart was pounding. His master said that after reaching the fifth level of Shangqing, one would reach another level.

This is far beyond the reach of other Shangqing disciples, and the cultivation requirement for the abbot of each peak is the fifth level of Shangqing.

In addition, each peak is equipped with two elders of the fifth level of Shangqing to prevent unexpected events.

In the last battle between good and evil, each peak suffered heavy losses, and some peaks still haven't found enough manpower to fill the vacancies for elders.

Murong knew very well that this 'some' actually only referred to their Dazhu Peak, otherwise why would the master be so anxious and angry.

Thinking of this, Murong Ji went to see his master Tian Buyi. He often said that after his death, Dazhu Peak would never recover, and this was not nonsense.

At present, the elder of Dazhu Peak is only Master's Wife Su Ru, who was transferred from Xiaozhu Peak.

[Master, do you want to equip the eldest brother with a complete group of elders before you die? At least one person? To hold up the Dazhu Peak Daocheng immortal.]

"Don't be nervous, Ling Zun is playing a joke on everyone. Let's go to Yuqing Palace."

Everyone was silent and cowardly. Is there anyone who wants to joke with his life?

After entering the Yuqing Palace, everyone stood in line according to the number of people from each peak.

Murong Ji looked up and saw Lu Xueqi standing behind Shuiyue. Coincidentally, she also looked over here.

Murong Ji smiled and then looked away.

At this time, Taoist Master Daoxuan had returned, stood in front of the platform, and began to speak.

After a brief introduction to the rules, Murong Ji frowned slightly and glanced at the sixty-four people, not knowing who he was playing against.

When it was time for the drawing of lots at Dazhu Peak, Murong Ji took a glance and saw his master Tian Buyi looking at them, and there was another person who made him feel creepy.

Lu Xueqi.

He didn't know why, just because he gave her a bag of food?! He frowned slightly, he had experienced married life, it was just like that.

In this life, he doesn't want to be tied down by emotions anymore.

He had a feeling that once he got involved with Lu Xueqi, his life would be controlled by her.

Beauty is like poison. Once you are addicted to it, you will never forget it, especially if it is someone who lives in your heart forever.

He suppressed his joy, frowned, reached into the box, took out a note, walked away, opened it and saw number 26.

When he looked up again, the disciples of Xiaozhu Peak were already preparing to draw lots. Lu Xueqi walked past him, still with a blank expression on her face.

"Who drew number one?"

The sound of the pine trees echoed throughout the hall, suppressing the noise inside.

After a long time without anyone answering, Cangsong frowned and was about to ask again when he saw a hand slowly raised in the crowd, "Yes, I'm number one."

……

Daoxuan talked nonsense again and mentioned the prize, the magic weapon Liuhe Mirror. Murong Ji looked up, but did not see the mirror, so he lowered his head again.

"Alright, let's start the Seven Clans Martial Arts Competition!"

Murong Ji followed his fellow brothers out, left the Yuqing Palace, and looked at the square again; the nine giant tripods had disappeared.

Instead, eight large arenas are being built.

Murong Ji followed his eldest senior brother into the room. The room was not small. It was originally a disciple dormitory that could accommodate four people. Now, Tongtian Peak needed to accommodate several thousand people, and the pressure was not small.

It was already quite good that they in Dazhu Peak were able to be allocated a big house.

"Junior brother, the seventh, sixth, and fourth brothers will sleep on the beds, and the rest of you will sleep on the floor with me." Song Daren began to make the assignments.

"Ah? Senior Brother, I also sleep on the floor." The fifth brother was stunned and immediately looked bitter.

Song Daren was not surprised. "Old Four is not in good health. What if he falls ill again? How about this? I'll give you a mattress."

(End of this chapter)