After Chen Jing left, Sword Peak monks came to visit one after another.

Among them were Shang Xiuyuan, Guo Shan, and other spiritual plant masters, as well as powerful inner disciples like Chen Jing, and even Yuanyue Yuanrong, Jin Zaigan and several Yuanying True Lords who came here specially to explain the importance of the sword peak competition with him. He was full of expectations for Lu Xuan in his words.

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, it is only two months before the competition officially begins.

"Sword Master, why are you here?"

Lu Xuan had just returned from the old sword dragon and saw two silver-white sword lights shaped like dragons flying from afar. He was shocked and came to the gate of the cave in an instant.

"Come here to tell me about the competition."

The Master of Huanzhen Sword said with a smile, and he could not see the posture of the Lord of the One Peak of the Dongxuan Sword Sect.

Lu Xuan focused his head and welcomed the Lord of Huanzhen Sword with a respectful expression into the cave.

"Recently, there should be many Jianfeng monks coming to bother you, right?"

Jian Huanzhen asked with a calm expression.

"The uncle and some brothers came to the nephew's cave and told me a lot about the Jianfeng competition."

Lu Xuan did not dare to hide anything at all, and said truthfully.

"Well, I guess so."

"But, my uncle, don't feel pressured because of this, just treat it with a normal heart."

"The Thousand Thunder Sword Grass and the Small Cave Xuan Sword Gourd you presented have already made significant contributions to the Huanzhen Sword Peak. In the subsequent competition, you can achieve excellent results even if you play it freely."

Jian Huanzhen said with a smile.

"Don't worry, uncle, nephew should do his best to make as much contribution to Jianfeng as possible."

Lu Xuan immediately made a statement.

"In the Jianfeng Competition, excellent performance will be beneficial to you, nephew, without any harm."

"You will achieve a higher status because of this, especially among fellow students who are good at spiritual plants, talisman making, etc."

"In addition, if the ranking rises, the skewed cultivation resources will also benefit you a lot."

"This time, Jian Peak is ready to prepare for war, and all of them are eager to prove the strength of Jian Peak in front of all the fellow disciples."

"The achievements made are greatly improved, and the emergence of the junior nephew has greatly improved the possibility of turning over."

"mutual encouragement."

The Master of Huanzhen encouraged him a few words and said goodbye and left.

Two months passed in a blink of an eye, and the Jianfeng Competition officially began.

Lu Xuan followed the monks of Huanzhen Sword Peak and entered the Sword Palace.

On a wide square, three huge arenas with a radius of hundreds of feet rose up from the ground, and countless array patterns flowed on the ground and edges of the arena, which could be seen to be extremely solid.

The monks of the Nine Sword Peaks are divided into nine areas, led by each sword master, each with a cold expression and serious smile, and each area is filled with a murderous aura.

Lu Xuan looked solemn and stood in the forefront of the monks.

The entire area is based on the Lord of the Huanzhen Sword as the arrow, and several Yuanying True Lords stand side by side. Lu Xuan stands with more than ten most powerful inner disciples, and it can be seen that his lofty status in the Huanzhen Sword Peak.

Suddenly, the sound of the sword echoed through the sky, and a huge sword of thousands of feet was roaring and landing in front of the square.

There are countless flowing words flying on the giant sword, among which the rankings of the major sword peaks are particularly eye-catching, as if engraved in the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness of everyone.

"First, rush to Xu Jian Peak!"

"Second, Baigong Jian Peak!"

...

"The eighth, Zixiao Sword Peak."

"Ninth, the real sword peak."

The monks of Huanzhen Jian Peak looked at the giant sword not far away, staring at the flowing words on it, and the fighting spirit like a raging flame burned deep in their eyes.

"This time, Jian Peak will definitely prove himself!"

Similar thoughts came out of everyone's hearts.

As the thought flashed, hundreds of figures flew out from the depths of the Sword Palace. The middle-aged man was wearing a Taoist robe, and his breath was as good as a sea, giving Lu Xuan a feeling of looking up to him.

"Is it the power of God-transforming God?"

Lu Xuan's heart was trembling and he didn't dare to look directly at the other person.

In addition, among the hundreds of figures, there are no less than 30 of the True Lords of the Yuanying, which gives Lu Xuan a clearer understanding of the power of the Dongxuan Sword Sect.

"Welcome to all the fellow disciples of Jianfeng to participate in this competition. The rules are the same as those of the competitions of all dynasties. We hope that all the major sword peaks can achieve their favorite results."

The thick voice of the middle-aged monk in the head sounded in everyone's hearts. After saying that, his figure directly penetrated into the giant sword, as if he was monitoring the every move of all the sword monks through the giant sword.

"I will host the next big competition. I hope that all my classmates will not use some dirty tricks to avoid embarrassing each other."

An indifferent-looking old man floated out of the crowd behind and said coldly.

Several Yuanying True Lords flew to the top of the ring, holding an exquisite array plate in their hands.

"These are the judges in the arena battle between Jiedan disciples."

Lu Xuan sighed in his heart.

He had submitted his own information about spiritual plants, spiritual brewing and talisman making two months ago.

Of course, he would definitely not tell it. The alchemy and weapon refining and formation path were not exposed. The spiritual brew and talisman making were concealed, let alone spiritual plants. He buried all the cultivation methods of seventh-grade spiritual plants and several high-level spiritual plants in his heart.

But even so, the part displayed can completely surpass other spiritual planters.

Among them, the competition for Lingjiu is the most recent, tomorrow. Lu Xuan does not need to prepare any other things, so he simply stays in the square to watch the fellow disciples of Jiuzha Jian Peaks compete with each other.

On the three arenas, swordsmanship, magical powers, magic weapons, secret techniques, talismans flying all over the sky, and strange phenomena are everywhere,

Lu Xuan, who was watching the game below, was dazzled.

"I am worthy of being a disciple of the Dongxuan Sword Sect. Everyone has gone through countless battles in secret before they can get to the arena."

Lu Xuan couldn't help but sigh that among the magical powers he practiced, swordsmanship and thunder are relatively the most powerful, and the rest need to rely on the benefits of magic weapons.

After watching the battle for most of the day, Lu Xuan returned to the cave to rest under Yuan Rong's advice.

The next day, the spiritual wine competition officially began.

Lu Xuan came to the designated place of the Sword Palace with great fighting spirit.

In a majestic palace, there are a large amount of spiritual brew materials placed in the hall.

Many disciples of Jiedan are patrolling slowly, and three Yuanying True Lords are sitting at the center of the hall.

The three of them are all judges in this spiritual wine competition. They belong to the Sword Palace. They are either proficient in brewing spiritual wines or have extremely rich experience in tasting spiritual wines and have unique visions.

"Mr. Lu Xuan, I have met three uncles."

Lu Xuan respectfully politely.

"Lu Xuan? Huanzhen's new inner disciples of Jian Peak in recent years?"

A young man with a somewhat arrogant look raised his eyebrows and asked in confusion.

"It's the junior."

Lu Xuan quickly answered.

"It turns out to be Mr. Lu! When I saw him today, I was indeed outstanding in style and well-known."

A gentle female cultivator in the early stage of Nascent Soul said softly.

"I heard that my nephew opened a shop in Jianyuan City, selling several high-level spiritual wines, which were popular in the Sword Sect and in short supply."

The female cultivator said softly.

"Indeed, especially the real sword liquid, even in the Sword Sect, it is almost lost. I didn't expect that I would have the opportunity to taste it from time to time now."

An elegant middle-aged man looked at Lu Xuan with admiration in his eyes.

"It turns out that the Huanzhen Sword Liquid from Jianyuan City was written by Master Lu."

The first young Nascent Soul monk adjusted his posture and looked at Lu Xuan carefully.

"In my opinion, even the two senior brothers are far inferior to those of Mr. Lu's spiritual wine."

"Qi admits this, at least I can't make the Huanzhen Sword Liquid."

The elegant monk said with a smile.

"The level of my nephew Lingjiu is naturally not to doubt, but we still have to go through the motions."

The young man paused and said slowly.

More than a dozen spiritual brewers who had already arrived all bowed their heads and complained in their hearts:

"What about the promised spiritual wine competition? What's going on with the formalities?"

"Is it because I went to the wrong place? Is it the meeting of Master Lingjiu?"

"I don't take our eight sword peaks' spiritual brewer seriously!"

"Although it is...

Everyone added a secret sentence in their hearts.
Chapter completed!