In the welcoming building, Ouyang Chongming looked at Ouyang Xuan in front of him, his brows furrowed into the character "Chuan".

Ouyang Xuan calmed down, looked at Ouyang Chongming with a serious face, and said quietly: "Teacher, are you worried about the second test in the afternoon?"

Ouyang Chongming sighed and said lightly: "Is it possible that you are confident of winning?"

Ouyang Xuan smiled and said: "Teacher, don't worry. Didn't you hear Elder Meng say that the senior brothers of Zhufeng will take part in today's four competitions?"

Thinking of the second game in the morning, Ouyang Chongming was silent for a moment and said: "If we lose another game, the final pressure will be all on you."

Ouyang Xuan looked at the quietly falling snowflakes outside the window, thinking about the snow leopard that disappeared in front of Li Xiuyuan, and instantly frowned.

Looking down at the spiritual tea in his cup, he said quietly: "Isn't it that I came to Tianyun Mountain to win the last competition?"

Ouyang Chongming shook his head, knocked on the table gently, and said with a smile: "It's not that pessimistic. Your opponent is a mortal who has not even condensed his spiritual veins!"

"But after all, he is a disciple of the old man in the library and Yu Zun. Until the last moment, none of us can predict what changes will occur."

Although Ouyang Xuan looked down upon Li Xiuyuan on the high platform in front of outsiders, in private he never underestimated his opponents.

Ouyang Chongming said: "In our eyes, Tianyun Mountain is vulnerable, but there is a young man who has never been born, and he has won two games in a row. Just imagine if that young man has condensed his immortal veins, who can stop him in Xuanwu Land?"

Ouyang Xuan thought for a while and said: "No matter what happens to him in the future, I will never allow him to win the last game today!"

Seeing the appearance of his disciple, Ouyang Chongming's expression became serious and he said softly: "Then deal with him!"

Ouyang Xuan looked at the flying snow outside the window and replied: "Just do what the teacher said!"

...

It was not yet time, and the square in front of the main hall still seemed empty.

After drinking a bowl of Yaozun's concoction and sleeping for an hour, Li Xiuyuan looked more energetic than before.

Just sitting on the chair in front of the main hall, his lazy expression instantly returned.

Meng Shentong, who was sitting aside, looked at his expression and couldn't help but said: "With your appearance, even if I beat Ouyang Chongming to death, I don't believe you can win the last game."

Li Xiuyuan smiled slightly, neither denying nor defending.

The old man laughed, pointed in the direction of Zhufeng and said, "I have prepared everything you want. When are you going to do it? After all, you will go to the Snowy Mountains after spring."

Li Xiuyuan was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that he still owed the old man a debt.

And he was definitely going to the Snowy Mountains after spring. After all, he had spent so much effort to get a spot, and he didn't want to miss it.

Will there be an ancient divine fire waiting for you in the ancient ruins after the volcanic eruption? Or can you find a piece of ancient divine iron to recast your Shura sword?

The current Shura Sword already weighs five hundred kilograms. If it were cast again, wouldn't it weigh more than six hundred kilograms?

If the old Taoist priest hadn't allowed him to use the rusty Samsara Sword, he would have been tempted to forge it with the dragon's fire.

Thinking of this, I had no choice but to reply: "The fastest way to reach Daxueshan Mountain is mid-spring. If my disciples are quick, I can make it in time!"

In his opinion, it only takes three days to fulfill his promise to the old man.

Meng Shentong nodded and said with a smile: "If one day in the future, you can communicate with the stars in the nine heavens and achieve the body of star veins, it can be regarded as fulfilling my dream back then."

Li Xiuyuan looked up at the sky and was stunned.

After a while, he said: "The clouds are too thick in winter... If that day comes, maybe the disciples can find a shortcut to practice for the teacher?"

Seeing Li Xiuyuan's expression, Meng Shentong burst into laughter, feeling an indescribable joy.

I thought that even if I failed to successfully cultivate this star body back then, I would eventually succeed if I had a disciple who was not afraid of death.

If his disciple really reaches that level, maybe he can really find another shortcut to the Avenue of Stars for himself?

Thinking about the day in the near future, the old man's eyes suddenly brightened, and he said with a smile: "As a teacher, I am looking forward to that day. After all, you have seen hope."

Li Xiuyuan was startled and murmured: "Does this disciple see hope?"

After all, in his opinion, he just realized the beauty of Phoenix Nirvana. At most, he fought several zombies under the abyss and died countless times...

Meng Shentong nodded, looked at him and said seriously: "Of course."

Li Xiuyuan's brows twitched slightly, and he couldn't bear his joyful mood, so he shouted to the empty square.

"I can!"

Meng Shentong noticed the increasingly fierce sword energy in his disciple's eyes, and couldn't help but sigh softly, thinking to himself, could you still kill people with your eyes?

What the old man in front of him never expected was that if Li Xiuyuan's cultivation had not been imprisoned by the old Taoist priest, his eyes would be the most unexpected weapon.

"I wonder what kind of requests they will make later."

Meng Shentong looked at him and said: "If they make a request that you are not sure about, you can refuse. After all, this is Tianyun Mountain, not their Snow Mountain."

Li Xiuyuan looked at the quietly falling snowflakes on the square, thinking that in a moment there would be a bustling crowd here.

He sighed and said: "I am a phoenix in the world, why do I need to care about the opinions of mortals in the world?"

Just this careless sentence instantly ignited the old man's pride, and he couldn't help but burst into laughter.

He clapped his hands and said, "If that's true, I'm afraid you will become a nightmare for the disciples of Snowfield Holy Land."

Looking from a distance, a winter plum blossom bloomed quietly in the corner of the hall, and a faint hint of cold fragrance blew in the wind to the master and apprentice.

Sniffing the cold fragrance in the wind, Li Xiuyuan was silent for a long time, thinking about the next two competitions. What kind of weird requests would these guys make?

I don't know how much time passed.

The old man sitting aside looked into the distance and said: "The time is coming, they are coming."

Li Xiuyuan, who was sitting on the chair, had already sensed that Ouyang Xuan was a strong man in the morning, so hearing that they were coming did not arouse him much concern.

Looking at the three or two Tianyun Mountain disciples walking in the wind and snow, he said quietly: "All the things in the past, such as dying yesterday! All the things in the future, such as being born today..."

Meng Shentong knew what his disciple meant by these words, and he couldn't help but sigh as he thought about the snowstorm a thousand years ago.

He murmured to himself: "But I was not dead before, they were all dead..."

Amidst the whining sound, a gust of cold wind blew across the high platform, rolling up snowflakes all over the sky, but it looked so chilling in the eyes.

Li Xiuyuan looked at the bamboo peak hidden in the wind and snow, and said quietly: "It's just that as of yesterday, the disciple was dead."

Meng Shentong smiled and said: "You are a phoenix, and I want to yearn for the new life after your nirvana."

Looking back at the bamboo peak, Li Xiuyuan said quietly: "Yes, I am a phoenix..."

...

At the Shura battlefield, Song Tianyu from Phoenix Valley gave Li Xiuyuan two drops of his own Phoenix essence and blood, and personally helped him refine it. For this reason, it took him six years to experience the first Phoenix Nirvana.

No one in the world knows about his experience and perception, not even Nangong Ruyu, Xiao Longer, and Xiao Qing who are guarding outside the cave can understand.

According to the realm of the Shura Heaven Realm, Li Xiuyuan is currently at the third level of the extraordinary realm. With his cultivation restricted, there is naturally a big gap between him and Ouyang Xuan in the Snowfield Holy Land of the Xuanwu Continent.

After all, he has not yet transformed into a mortal, and has not yet taken the road to heaven.

I have a body of cultivation at some time, but it has not been transformed into the cultivation and realm above the nine heavens.

He was thinking about what state his master, the old Taoist priest who saw the dragon but never its tail, had reached.

Li Xiuyuan didn't know that this kind of thing would probably have to wait until he returned from the Five Realms to become a mortal before he could come into contact with the legendary realm.

God's will is mine, that kind of state is too far away from where he is now.

The hour was approaching, and the wind and snow in the square in front of the main hall became stronger than before.

Looking at the heavy snow like goose feathers, I wonder what the result will be if the masters of the Snowfield Holy Land propose archery competition later.

Thinking that he would face Ouyang Xuan, he might die because his opponent was indeed very powerful.

But so what? Right now, he is not afraid of death. He believes that even if he dies on the high platform in front of the hall, as long as he returns to the cave above the Bamboo Peak.

Will be resurrected!

Along the way, he had no idea how many hardships he had experienced and how many difficulties he had solved. In these two battles today, he firmly believed that he would win.

Heavy snow covers Tianyun Mountain.

Disciples from Tianyun Mountain and Snowfield Holy Land have already lit charcoal fires in their respective sheds. After all, no one knows how many hours the two competitions in the afternoon will take.

The heavy snow and wind did not affect the determination of the disciples who came to watch the battle. Gradually, more and more people came to the square.

Ouyang Chongming came over with Ouyang Xuan and several elders.

The head coach took Ping An's little hand and walked over. After a lot of noise, Ping An finally got himself the opportunity to watch his brother's second game in the afternoon.

Yuan Zun came over with Sword Master, Medicine Master, and a group of elders from the sect.

Even Jade Master Nalan Ruoyu, who had gone to rest for a while at noon, also rushed over.

Looking at the thin figure sitting in front of Meng Shentong, a group of sages and elders had complicated expressions on their faces.

This is the only disciple in Tianyun Mountain who has no spiritual veins but has become the Jade Lord! This is something that has never happened in Tianyun Holy Land for thousands of years.

It was this disciple with no spiritual veins and no cultivation, but he won two competitions for the sect.

Li Xiuyuan stood up from the seat next to the old man and left. He walked slowly towards the high platform step by step. Looking at the eyes of the venerable elders in front of the hall, there was no trace of joy or sorrow on his slightly immature face.

In his opinion, the next moment the high platform will become a battlefield between himself and the disciples of the Snowfield Holy Land.

What left him speechless the most was that the two sides had different positions. Whether he was willing or not, he had to decide the outcome with the other party on a high platform.

It didn't matter to him if it was just a matter of victory and defeat. What he was afraid of was that the other monks would force him to come to a life-or-death outcome.

The result was that he killed the other party's disciples and then went to the Snowy Mountains to wait for the other party's disciples to cause trouble for him.

The current situation is that if he loses, Tianyun Mountain will lose control of the entire Loulan Ancient City area.

Even if he wins, he will have to face endless revenge from hundreds of disciples in the Snowfield Holy Land in the next ten years.

He was very unhappy about this.

Quietly, I put my hands behind my back and stepped on the thick snow step by step. Every time I took a step, my heart became heavier.

Li Xiuyuan walked onto the high platform, leaving only a series of shallow footprints on the thick snow.

If he wasn't afraid of surprising the venerables and elders of the two holy places, he could have walked on the snow without leaving a trace.
Chapter completed!