Seeking the Way of Immortality

Wu Zheng's pupils shrank, and he thought: "It's half a step to the transformation of the gods."

Wu Xuan'an's Netherworld Double Thorns instantly appeared in his hands, ready to attack at any time.

Just when everyone thought the battle would intensify, a middle-aged cultivator suddenly walked out of the Sword Questioning Sect's camp. It was Xu Yuankai who had disappeared for a long time.

This man known as the 'Blood Sword'.

I saw his left hand trembling, and a stream of light streaked across the sky, freezing above the heads of Wu Xuanhuo and the old man from Huoyan Mountain.

"Let's stop here! What do you think?" Xu Yuankai seemed to be asking for their opinions, but his expression was staring at the two of them. If the two dared to disagree, then the stream of light hanging above their heads would be chopped down mercilessly.

Wu Zheng said cautiously: "Xuanhuo, come back!"

Wu Xuanhuo had no choice but to listen to Wu Zheng's orders and turned back to Qingyang Gate.

When the old man saw Wu Xuanhuo returning, he had to return because of his feelings.

Xu Yuankai nodded in satisfaction, waved his hand, and the flowing light transformed by the magic sword trembled and disappeared: "Everyone, today it is an outsider who challenges Qingyang Sect. No one from the half-step to the god transformation stage or above is allowed to interfere, otherwise I will regard it as a provocation to my Sword-asking Sect."

Everyone was shocked. Xu Yuankai's statement was completely different from the provocation of the Sword-asking Sect cultivators. They were exactly two extremes. To put it bluntly, the root cause of this battle was Chi Qinghan's provocation, and Xu Yuankai's appearance completely negated their approach.

Xu Yuankai glanced at Chi Qinghan lightly, turned around and disappeared.

But everyone did not dare to be careless, knowing that Xu Yuankai did not leave, but was hiding to the side!

"'Blood Sword' Xu Yuankai, I didn't expect that after disappearing for so many years, he would appear again and have advanced to the half-step to the god transformation stage." An elderly cultivator said in shock.

The older generation of cultivators all knew that Xu Yuankai's reputation was called the 'Blood Sword'. It was definitely not a pretentious act, but his sword itself was blood, or in other words, his achievements were inseparable from killing.

On the ring, the battle between Xie Qingshan and Lin Li had reached a fever pitch. Xie Qingshan's body was covered with scars, and even had burns in many places.

Lin Li teased Xie Qingshan calmly like a cat playing with a mouse. This tough man never said a word of begging for mercy from beginning to end. Although he was covered with wounds and his true essence had been consumed by more than half, his perseverance and his dignity, as well as the dignity of Qingyang Sect, could not be challenged.

"Senior Brother!"

"Uncle Master!"

"Qingshan, good job!"

The people of Qingyang Sect shouted silently, their expressions were filled with grief and indignation, but they had no way out. At this moment, they realized that their cultivation, which they were proud of, was really vulnerable. Xie Qingshan, who was ranked among the top in the sect, had no power to resist. What were they!

‘Bang’

Xie Qingshan’s burly body hit the ground of the ring again, splashing countless dust.

Countless flames came out of Lin Li’s body, like a fire snake, opening its bloody mouth, trying to devour Xie Qingshan.

“In this round, Qingyang Sect lost.” Wu Zheng’s voice suddenly rang out.

The shaking fire snake stopped abruptly, and Xie Qingshan, who was still stiff, closed his eyes, with tears clearly falling from the corners of his eyes.

But the sudden stop of the fire snake was only for a moment, and in a moment it rushed towards Xie Qingshan again at an unparalleled speed.

It was obvious that Lin Li wanted to kill Xie Qingshan.

However, he seemed to have forgotten that the host of the competition here was Mo Wentian, a great cultivator in the late Yuanying period. Although he was not on the same side as Qingyang Sect, this was Dingzhou, this was Lingtian Kingdom, and it was his Mo Wentian’s territory.

“Space confinement!”

A loud voice suddenly rang out, and at this moment everything on the ring fell into a brief stop, and the fire snake stayed at Xie Qingshan’s neck, just an inch away.

Mo Wentian waved his hand and said to the monks of Qingyang Sect: "Go on!"

Xie Qingshan's body flew from the ring to the mountain gate of Qingyang Sect. Bai Chenyang flashed, and a gentle force held Xie Qingshan tightly. The monks over there had already taken out the elixir and fed it into Xie Qingshan's mouth.

Wu Zheng looked at Mo Wentian: "I owe you a favor."

"Hmph, I don't need your favor. We are both from Lingtian Kingdom!"

Wu Zheng did not argue, flew up, and flashed on the ring.

Lin Li came back to his senses and said: "What? Want a round-robin battle?"

Wu Zheng waved his hand, and Lin Li was directly pushed off the ring by a gentle force. Wu Zheng's faint voice came: "You, you are not worthy!"

Without waiting for Lin Li to react, Wu Zheng said directly: "Next."

The voice was cold and there was no real energy bonus, but even so, people felt a chill from the heart.

Those who know Wu Zheng know that Wu Zheng is terrible at this time.

Xie Qingshan's serious injury has angered Wu Zheng. The cultivators of Huoyan Mountain have repeatedly wanted to kill the cultivators of Qingyang Sect, which Wu Zheng cannot tolerate. This group of foreign cultivators has also become a thorn in Wu Zheng's eyes.

No one is willing to bear Wu Zheng's anger at this time. Why should they bear the trouble caused by Huoyan Mountain? Therefore, the foreign cultivators are hesitant at this time.

Yan Tong stepped forward and said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist Wu Zheng, I am Yan Tong from Kunlun Mountain. I have no ill will towards you and Qingyang Sect, but I want to make a deal with you. I wonder if it is possible?"

Wu Zheng was stunned. He didn't expect that someone would make a deal with him at this time, so he said, "Fellow Daoist, just say it directly!"

Yan Tong said with a smile, "I will fight you once with the copy of "One Qi Da Qin Na". Regardless of the victory or defeat, this copy of "One Qi Da Qin Na" belongs to you. I don't need anything if you win."

Wu Zheng thought about it and understood what Yan Tong meant. He wanted to touch his own cards.

Wu Zheng smiled and said, "In this case, fight!"

"Okay, refreshing!"

Yan Tong laughed and flew onto the stage.

Everyone in the audience understood it. They thought that Yan Tong's move was very clever. Regardless of the victory or defeat, he won Wu Zheng's respect and even brought him closer to Wu Zheng. It can be seen that Yan Tong is not as stupid as he appeared in the auction.

It was not until this time that people suddenly realized that this person was not simple!

"Fellow Daoist Wu Zheng, I have a set of finger techniques in Kunlun Mountain called "Colorful Clouds". I want to try your finger techniques." Yan Tong said with a smile.

As soon as he made the proposal, everyone understood instantly that Yan Tong did not intend to fight Wu Zheng head-on, and it seemed that he had other intentions.

Wu Zheng smiled and said: "My set of finger techniques is called "Genjin Sword Finger", which is activated by the power of Gengjin. It is just an ordinary finger technique. I don't think I should be qualified to let Brother Yan Tong take action! Daoyou, speak frankly!"

Yan Tong smiled awkwardly and said: "Daoyou, you misunderstood! I just want to make a good relationship with you!"

Wu Zheng shook his head: "Daoyou, you and I are both smart people, why not speak frankly!"

Wu Zheng knew in his heart that Yan Tong was probably coming for his "Nine Turns of Samsara Sutra", but he didn't want to give up the original "One Qi Great Capture", so he wanted to gain Wu Zheng's friendship first, and then do something else.

"In that case, then I won't be polite! Daoyou, I want to exchange for a copy of the "Nine Turns of Samsara Sutra", I don't know if it's okay?" Yan Tong looked at Wu Zheng cautiously, fearing that he would refuse.

Wu Zheng thought to himself: "If you knew the true origin of the "Nine Turns of Samsara Sutra", you probably wouldn't be like this now!"

However, Wu Zheng probably couldn't tell the origin of the "Nine Turns of Samsara Sutra" in his life, because even if he did, no one would believe it.

Rather than this, it's better not to tell it, which increases its mystery and exchanges for greater value.

So Wu Zheng smiled and said: "Okay, but I have two requests."

"Oh, fellow Taoist, please tell me!" Yan Tong said excitedly. If he could exchange the "Nine Turns of Samsara Sutra", it would definitely be a great achievement.

"I want the rubbings of "Colorful Clouds" and "One Qi Great Capture", plus a vow!" Wu Zheng said with a smile.

"Fellow Taoist, please tell me, as long as Yan Tong can do it, there will be no doubts." Yan Tong said confidently.

"Okay!"

Wu Zheng suddenly changed to voice transmission and said to Yan Tong: "You make a vow that this copy will not be passed on to any cultivator outside Kunlun Mountain. If you can promise, it will be yours!"

Yan Tong pondered for a moment, looked at an old man behind him, and then passed on Wu Zheng's meaning.