Chapter 145 The competition begins

Slightly in front of the two chairs, there stood more than a dozen Foundation Establishment cultivators, divided into two rows.

The cold and beautiful woman named Mu and the young man named Yu who introduced Yin Mo to the sect stood in the same row, while the young man named Miao who had tested them with the Heart-Searching Talisman that day stood in front of another row, his face still showing a sick look and he looked weak and powerless.

As the disciples entered the hall, the two people on the chairs saluted again in unison.

"Greetings to Grandmaster Xin and Grandmaster Yu, the two Grandmasters!"

"No need to be polite, please stand up!" The middle-aged man sitting in the middle said with a smile, then waved his hand for everyone to stand up.

The low-level disciples below stood respectfully in two rows, with Yin Mo and Du Dong standing closer to the temple gate.

Yin Mo used his spiritual sense to scan the ferocious-looking old man and found that he was only a cultivator in the early stage of Jindan. This man was the rumored deputy peak master "Uncle Yu".

Yin Mo just took a quick glance and then withdrew his consciousness, no longer taking it to heart.

At this time, the peak master named Xin had already slowly opened his mouth.

"I called everyone here this time, and I'm sure some of the disciples have already guessed something. That's right, we officially received the circular from the Ancient Sword Sect yesterday."

"The Sword Trial Conference will be held in half a year at Baiqiaoyuan, co-hosted with the Ancient Sword Sect."

"We and the disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect will go to the Yunmeng West Vein to participate in the competition."

"However, according to convention, each sect can only send thirty disciples to participate in the competition, and the top ten will be awarded generous prizes."

"Therefore, our Luoyun Sect needs to conduct an internal selection first to determine the candidates for the competition."

The middle-aged man paused for a moment and then continued:

"Of course, six of the places will be nominated by each of our six peak masters to participate directly, without the need for competition."

"The remaining 24 places will be taken by qualified disciples from each peak. The winner will be personally guided by the elders of the sect."

"Several of our peak masters have discussed with the headmaster, and the sect competition will be held in a month."

"Before that, I would like to remind those disciples who don't know much about the Sword Trial Conference."

"Disciples over the age of thirty or whose cultivation has not reached the tenth level of the Qi Refining Stage are prohibited from participating in the competition. There are no other restrictions."

"I will give you all one incense stick of time to think about it. Any disciples who think they are qualified and willing to participate in the competition, please stand up. I have something else to tell you."

"By the way, for those disciples who will directly participate in the competition, Uncle Yu and I have already designated Uncle Mu. Okay, everyone, please start lighting incense."

"As you command, Master."

The young man named Yu immediately stood up, took out a bronze tripod from his storage bag, and placed it in the center of the hall. Then he inserted a stick of sandalwood on it and lit it with his hand.

A cloud of green smoke rose up.

The small bronze tripod in the center of the hall and the drifting sandalwood smoke were eye-catching. Although the disciples remained quiet, various thoughts flashed through their minds, trying to hide their excitement.

"Brother Yin, are you joining in too?" As the sandalwood had been burning for nearly half an hour, Yin Yue finally couldn't help but ask, looking at the usual calmness on Yin Mo's face.

"Of course I will participate. What do you think? The other disciples all seem eager to try. If I back down, I will attract attention."

Yin Mo replied calmly, with a hint of helplessness in his expression.

After hearing this, Yin Yue fell silent.

After a while, the sandalwood in the bronze tripod disappeared, and the middle-aged man who had been resting with his eyes closed opened his eyes.

"Disciples who do not meet the requirements or are unwilling to participate in the competition can leave the Xixin Hall."

"Yes, Master!"

Most of the disciples bowed and slowly left the hall.

Apart from those Foundation Establishment cultivators, there were only thirty or forty young disciples left in the hall, including Yin Mo and the big man.

The middle-aged monk looked at Yin Mo and the others, nodded with satisfaction and said:
"Yes, almost all the disciples who meet the requirements have stayed. I am very relieved."

"Even if you are not selected for this sect selection, going there to broaden your horizons and learn from fellow disciples from other peaks will be of great benefit to your cultivation."

"Next, your senior brother will explain the precautions for the competition. Grandmaster Yu and I have other important matters to attend to, so we will take our leave first."

After saying that, the monk named Xin stood up and left towards the back hall, followed closely by the old man in gray in silence.

"Well! Since the Peak Master has entrusted this matter to me, I hope all of you nephews can listen carefully."

"After all, this competition is a contest of skills between fellow disciples, so there are some taboos that must be observed."

The sickly-looking young man named Miao coughed a few times, walked out slowly, and said to Yin Mo and the others.

"First of all, any skills or magical instruments that are too fierce or immediately lethal must not be used in the competition. Otherwise, you will be severely punished. At the very least, you will be expelled from the sect, and at the worst, you will be deprived of your magical powers. And..."

A quarter of an hour later, Yin Mo and the other disciples who remained in the hall walked out of the hall again and flew away with excitement on their faces.

Looking at the other people walking away, Yin Mo shook his head, then he also controlled the equipment and flew away from Tianquan Peak.

After returning to the cave, Yin Mo immediately began to prepare for next month's sect competition.

He needed to be among the 24 candidates, but he couldn't show off his strength. Therefore, he could only borrow some talismans and several magical instruments that hadn't been used for many years.

Top-level magical weapons are not a problem. Yin Mo has looted more than a dozen of them from those Jindan cultivators whose fate he had seized.

However, in order not to attract attention, he could only select a few of them.

In the sect competition, he did not plan to use all of his magic weapons, but instead began to refine a large number of primary to lower-mid-level talismans, preparing to use these talismans to defeat low-level opponents.

But these alone were not enough. Yin Mo also deliberately comprehended the "Flame Art" he had obtained from the Taoist master in Yue Guoxin's palace.

Although this method is useless against high-level cultivators, it can be used to deceive cultivators in the Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment stages.

Yin Mo has mastered the Flame-playing Technique for many years. Although it is not worth mentioning for his current Nascent Soul stage cultivation, after several days of concentrated practice, he has completely mastered the technique of changing flames, and even surpassed the records of the Flame-playing Technique in some subtle aspects.

In the following days, Yin Mo devoted himself to refining various talismans.

During this period, Yin Mo's golden and silver gold-eating bugs finally began to devour each other.

Yin Mo took a glance and was overjoyed.

He believed that the gold-eating worm had evolved again, and even though it was not yet fully mature, it was not far from the rumored ability to "eat everything."

As for the Weeping Soul Beast next door, it gave Yin Mo a headache. It was still sleeping soundly in the Soul Beast Room, showing no signs of waking up.

Fortunately, through the Minghunzhu in his body, he knew that the beast was not seriously injured, otherwise he might have been more worried.

After all, the evolution of this ferocious beast took too long.

A month later, the main peak of Luoyun Sect was extremely lively.

Many monks gathered at the foot of the mountain. Although many of them were not there to participate in the competition, there were also thousands of people who came to watch. Almost all monks who had no other duties came to watch the competition.

After all, even if you don't participate in it yourself, watching other monks' fights can greatly broaden your horizons and benefit you a lot.

The competition was held in an open space at the foot of the mountain.

There were three magic arrays over a hundred feet wide, and a huge semicircular light shield was set up around them to prevent bystanders from being injured during the competition.

The referees are three high-level cultivators in the late stage of foundation building to prevent any accidents from happening during the competition.

The selection competition has now entered its third day. The competitions of the first two days have already resulted in many disciples being defeated.

There were not many disciples from Tianquan Peak participating in the selection, only thirty or forty. In contrast, Huoyun Peak, which had the largest number of disciples, had a hundred people participating in the competition.

Tianquan Peak, where Yin Mo belongs, seems somewhat insignificant.

But in general, the number of participants has reached 400 to 500. Even if the competition is held simultaneously in three venues, it will take several days to complete a round of competition.

Among these contestants, there are very few cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage, only three or four.

They don't have to participate in the initial competition, but wait for the final round to fight with the winning Qi Refining disciples. The winner will be qualified for selection.

Although these people were not directly designated as one of the seven selected candidates, they successfully established their foundation before the age of thirty and were obviously extremely talented.

At this time, Yin Mo stood silently among several contestants from Tianquan Peak, watching a competition between monks from Tianquan Peak and Baifeng Peak in the huge light shield.

The disciple from Tianquan Peak who was currently fighting against the female cultivator from Baifeng Peak was a cultivator named Yuan who looked experienced but was actually about 27 or 28 years old.

Although he was a foreign affairs disciple, he came from a famous and powerful immortal cultivation family in Xiguo.

Therefore, the advanced magic weapon "Platinum Spear" he used was quite powerful, almost forcing the young female cultivator opposite into a desperate situation, and victory was in sight.

The several Tianquan Peak monks standing next to Yin Mo obviously had a good relationship with the monk named Yuan, and they were discussing the competition excitedly.

However, just as the cultivator surnamed Yuan transformed the platinum spear into a white rainbow and slashed down fiercely, the female cultivator opposite raised her eyebrows.

She raised her hand and a ball of green light flew out, blocking the white rainbow. Then her figure flashed and disappeared from the spot.

Upon seeing this, Monk Yuan hurriedly tried to cast a detection spell, but suddenly a red mist flew out from behind him and covered him.

With a muffled sound, the monk named Yuan fell to the ground.

"Jin Rong from Baifeng Peak wins." A tall and thin monk in the sky announced.

After hearing this, Jin Rong bowed respectfully to the air, then took out a small bottle from his storage bag and gently shook it under the nose of the monk named Yuan.

The monk named Yuan slowly woke up, and after realizing what had happened, his face turned red and he hurriedly left the competition venue.

Jin Rong flew out of the magic circle proudly, and the nearby female cultivators immediately gathered around, chattering. Some male cultivators also looked at them with envy.

"The next match will be between Yin Mo of Tianquan Peak and Quentong of Huoyun Peak." The skinny monk announced expressionlessly, his voice clearly spreading all around.

Yin Mo walked out of the crowd with a smile and slowly entered the magic circle.

Not long after he entered, a handsome young man in white came in from the other side. His appearance immediately caused a commotion among the monks around him.

"This is Junior Brother Xun who has just joined the sect!"

"I heard that this junior brother possesses the Heavenly Sun Fire Vein, I don't know if it's true or not."

"The Xun family is a very famous immortal cultivation family in our Xi country! They should have many powerful magic weapons."

"Who is that junior fellow apprentice named Yin? I don't think I've seen him before. Did he just come here recently?"

"The guy named Yin Mo is unlucky to have run into such a strong opponent!"

……

Before the fight started, a series of discussions reached Yin Mo's ears. Even through the light shield, they were still clearly audible.

"Tianyang Fire Vein?" Upon hearing this, Yin Mo was slightly stunned and became interested in the other party.

The other party is not only handsome, but also has good cultivation, approximately at the twelfth level of the Qi Refining Stage.

Seeing that there was nothing amazing about Yin Mo and his cultivation was only at the tenth level of the Qi Refining Stage, the young man in white showed a hint of contempt in his eyes, but he still bowed to Yin Mo.

Seeing this, Yin Mo raised the corners of his mouth slightly, sneered in his heart, and returned the salute nonchalantly.

The young man in white's expression changed slightly when he saw this, revealing a hint of displeasure.

At this time, the skinny monk above said indifferently:
"The competition begins!"

Hearing this, a fierce look flashed across the young man's face and he immediately activated the flame shield.

He raised his hand and pointed, and a red round bead floated in his hand.

A series of spells came out of his mouth, and he was ready to release magical weapons to attack Yin Mo.

Yin Mo looked at this set of movements and felt somewhat familiar, and couldn't help but be speechless.

Just then, exclamations were heard from outside the venue!
"Look, Junior Brother Xun really has the Heavenly Sun Fire Vein. He can even release a fire-attribute shield without the need for talismans."

"The bead in his hand seems to be the famous Fire Wave Bead of the Xun Family. The guy on the opposite side may lose. Maybe the winner will be decided soon!"

Yin Mo had a blank expression on his face, with a hint of sarcasm flashing through his mind. He took out a thick stack of talismans from his storage bag, about thirty or forty of them.

He looked up at the other person. The young man in white was concentrating on activating the magic weapon and completely ignored Yin Mo's actions. He seemed to be very confident in his shield.

In this case, Yin Mo was not polite. He rubbed his hands together and waved them at the same time.

A red light flashed, and thirty or forty fist-sized fireballs shot out from his hands like a swarm of bees, flying densely towards the opponent.

"Ah!" There was an exclamation from outside the stadium.

At the same time, the fire wave bead in the white-clothed young man's hand began to emit flames, preparing to launch an attack.

Just as he was feeling happy, he heard exclamations from outside the arena. He looked up in surprise and saw dozens of fireballs attacking his shield at the same time. It was a shocking scene.

Continuous explosions sounded and dazzling red lights flashed, making it almost impossible for the young man to see his surroundings.

The shield on his body only lasted for a few seconds before it was completely broken.

The blazing flames were about to engulf him.

Although this genius of the Tianyang Fire Vein had been carefully nurtured by his family elders, he had never experienced such a dangerous situation.

His face was pale and in panic he instinctively wanted to turn around and run away.

(End of this chapter)