"scare--"

The sudden actions of thousands of Lingxiao swordsmen frightened all the monks present. They took a breath of air conditioning and could not believe their eyes and could not understand Li Yao's way!

"He, who is he, who is he?"

"I don't seem to have heard of such a person in the world of cultivation. Why can thousands of Lingxiao swordsmen be respectful and dare not even speak out!"

"Is it the overseas cultivator who invited Ziji Sword Sect to help the boxing? It looks ordinary and nothing surprising!"

Amid the crowd's discussion, the black iron tower-like monk Wu Jiuxing personally took a jade plate with a diameter of seven or eight meters for Li Yao, carved into a lotus shape, crystal clear, and flashing spiritual light, and extremely luxurious.

As soon as this jade plate appeared, all the monks present were even more angrily and their eyes almost fell out.

Most high-level cultivators have the magical power of flying with swords, but this is the key to the mountain gate of the Ziji Sword Sect. Without completely breaking up, they naturally have to abide by the rules of the master and it is impossible to fly randomly.

In order to attract many high-level cultivators to enter the Tonglu Peak to watch the battle, the Ziji Sword Sect prepared many floating jade plates.

The floating jade plate is also divided into grades.

The most ordinary jade disc has a diameter of about ten meters, which is a large disc with dozens of monks standing at one time.

The more high-end jade plate has a diameter of three to five meters, a carved dragon and phoenix on the surface, and is full of colorful crystals and pearls inlaid with only one person. It is prepared for the sect leader and head of ordinary sects.

This top-grade jade plate with a diameter of more than seven or eight meters, like a lotus slowly blooming, faintly surrounded by the aura of fairy spirits, is the most advanced magic weapon to attract attention. It is not a big man of the Nascent Soul level, so he is definitely not qualified to ride it!

Seeing Li Yao being exhausted, dressed simply, and his weak appearance, he didn't look like a master of Nascent Soul, he could actually make the Ziji Sword Sect pose such a big formation!

For a moment, there was silence under the Copper Furnace Peak, and the complex gazes of nearly 10,000 monks all projected on Li Yao alone!

Li Yao frowned secretly.

He had just repeatedly warned the disciples of Ziji Sword Sect not to call themselves "ancestor" before they agreed to their own conditions.

The so-called "ancestor" is certainly a respectful title for a low-level monk to a higher-level monk who is far above himself, but its original meaning is that it must be used between two parties within the same sect and master-herited relationship, which implies the meaning of "ancestor, ancestor".

Li Yao didn't mind helping the Ziji Sword Sect, but at least he had to negotiate the appropriate price.

Otherwise, just fighting for someone who doesn’t want money is too expensive, wouldn’t it seem too expensive?

Unexpectedly, the guys of Ziji Sword Sect played a strait ball with him.

That's right, he followed his instructions and did not call him "Master" or "Ancestor". However, with such disagreement, thousands of elite swordsmen gave great gifts at the same time, and prepared such an arrogant jade plate for him. What's the difference between calling him "Ancestor" directly?

"Gu Xiu is also very cunning!"

Li Yao was a little amused and crying.

These are all trivial matters. If you don’t hit people with smiles, you won’t bother with them. Li Yao looked calm and nodded slightly to the extremely obedient "Thunder Sword" Wu Jiuxing. He naturally stepped into the lotus jade plate with his hands on his back. His spiritual energy flowed. Ripples spread around the jade plate, and they were like thousands of colorful butterflies flying, holding the jade plate to the sky and slowly rising towards the copper furnace peak.

The many monks who ate his tail flame below naturally let out sighs of envy, jealousy, hatred and confusion.

Li Yao's hearing was so sharp that all the sighs could be heard clearly. He heard a sarcastic voice, using his own secret sound wave method to encourage him: "Fellow Daochi, how unfair the Ziji Sword Sect is doing things! You are also a casual cultivator in the borderland. You have never met any rivals in the Huoluo Valley. You came to support the crowd, but you were stopped here!"

"This kid seems to be a wandering cultivator in the borderland. His face is tight and he is not a famous figure. He did not show any amazing attainments, so he was invited by Ziji Sword Sect with such a big fanfare!"

"Everyone is a scattered cultivator in the borderlands. Why can he go up, but you can't? Does it mean to watch the showdown between the two masters of the world rely on shameless relationships?"

Li Yao turned around and glanced coldly.

I saw a white monk with a greasy and pink face, thinking he was handsome and full of malicious intentions. He was motivating a monk who looked stupid but looked even stronger than the "Thunder Sword" Wu Jiuxing, like a red-faced monk with iron walls.

The red-faced monk is obviously a type with developed limbs, simple minds, and very easily incited by others.

What's more, he is from the border deserter. He is tough and rebellious by nature. He was stopped by Lingxiao Swordsman just now and was already full of anger.

When he saw Li Yao, who was also a "border-land cultivator", he was led up by the Ziji Sword Sect in such an exaggerated scene. The fire condensed into Mars and jumped out of his throat one by one.

He was instigated again, and the meaning between the lines implies that Li Yao was connected with the internal relationship of the Ziji Sword Sect. Perhaps he knew big names like the elders of the Ziji Sword Sect, so he could get up!

"snort!"

The red-faced monk snorted heavily, pushed several people away, rushed to Wu Jiuxing in front of the "Thunder Sword" in two steps, pointed at Li Yao in the air, and shouted loudly, "Who is this fellow Taoist? Why can he go up, but we can't, what's the reason!"

"Yes, what is his origin, what sect and what sect, why can he get on the road? We can't!"

"Unfair! The Ziji Sword Sect is so unfair!"

Many cultivators from other schools have come to see the good show of Ziji Sword Sect this time. Since there are those who are not afraid of death, they will naturally become quarrel-breathing.

"Thunder Sword" Wu Jiuxing was slightly stunned, and his tiger face suddenly sank, and his bull's eyes glared at the blushing monk.

Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly heard a heart-wrenching scream from behind the red-faced monks.

"ah!"

This cry seemed to come from the bottom of Jiuyou Huangquan, and rushed to the sky, and even the sky could be torn apart.

The hearts of thousands of monks trembled suddenly, and the noise was suddenly overwhelmed by the scream!

All the cultivators, including the red-faced monk, looked at the source of the screaming.

But I saw the white-clothed monk who had just used the magical power of "transmitting the voice into secret" to instigate the red-faced monk, as if he was possessed by 18,000 ghosts. His whole person was distorted so much that he could not become a human. His face was even red, red, green, blue, and purple, and various colors were mixed together.

Suddenly, foaming at the mouth, twitching all over, and with a "pop", he was incontinent at the same time. Under the spotless pure white robe, a large piece of yellow-brown stain slowly spread out, and the smell was inauspicious!

"this!",

"This is!"

"What's this!"

All the cultivators were stunned and at the same time they felt terrifying as if they were stared at by a vulture!

The red-faced monk stared at the white-clothed monk rolling all over the ground, feeling in pain, and his lower body was "pupp" and then looked at Li Yao, who was indifferent and dark eyes in the air. After all, he was just reckless, not really demented, and was so scared that he knelt down on the spot, kowtowing like pounding garlic.

"Senior, please spare me! Senior, please spare me!"

Only then did many monks realize that the white-clothed monk who was quite famous in the southeast and claimed to be a suave "Love Sword Young Master" offended who would end up like this!

At this moment, all the cultivators who had just spoken ill of Li Yao with the magical power of "transmitting the voice into secrets" all looked pale, trembling, and silent!

Under the huge copper furnace peak, a strange silence fell into another.

However, this time there was no one else, so he dared to look at Li Yao casually!

Li Yao turned around and instantly threw these little fish and shrimps behind his head, stepped on the jade plate, and went straight to the top of the copper furnace peak!

On the copper furnace peak, the purple sun rises eastward, and the rays of light are shining!

Strange peaks rise, and the rocks that pierce the sky are as sharp as swords, guns, swords and halberds, reflecting thousands of unscrupulous lights!

Covered by crater rock is a flat land on the top of the mountain sunken inward, with flags waving and mysterious light flying. Hundreds of top experts in the Daqian cultivation world gathered together!

Li Yao looked down with a cold look.

The entire copper furnace peak is a super sword test field. There are more than a dozen circles inlaid on the flat ground, each with different colors. Each circle is composed of a large number of crystals, metals and talisman arrays, like an arrow target for giants to be laid on the ground. I don’t know what it is for.

Under the distant mountain wall, a magnificent VIP viewing platform was temporarily set up.

However, most cultivators still like to stand close to the "bull's eye", gather together in groups of three or three, make friends with Taoists, and speak the truth.

Those who are qualified to observe the battle between Yan Liren and Qi Zhongdao are at least masters above the Jiedan stage. If they are placed in local sects, they are the sect leader and leader.

Everyone is usually distributed all over the world, so it is not easy to travel around. Events in the cultivation world like the "Longquan Conference" are the best time to open up a network of relationships.

Li Yao noticed that although hundreds of high-level monks were in groups of three or three, they were arranged in a staggered manner and could vaguely divide into different camps.

Five super sects led by "Taixuan Dao" have set a clear banner on the right side of Tonglu Peak.

Taixuan Tao!

Wind and Thunder Valley!

Feiling Island!

Golden Armor Sect!

Beast-Job Breeding!

On each battle flag, in addition to the name of the sect that dances with dragons and phoenixes, there are spiritual patterns containing endless fighting spirit and Taoist rhyme. Dozens of battle flags condense into the momentum of thousands of troops!

In addition, the small and medium-sized sects that followed them to take advantage of the situation and robbed the situation were all the same camp, trying to bully the less and suppress the Ziji Sword Sect with the more!

However, the Ziji Sword Sect is not fighting alone.

In addition to hundreds of sword cultivators wearing the robes, armors and powerful auras, there are also many monks from other sects standing with them, chatting and laughing, and they are quite harmonious.

There are also some border cultivators with high noses, deep eyes, red hair and purple beards, and different appearances from the Central Plains monks. Overseas cultivators, who also rubbed their swords and stared at the Taixuan Dao camp under the battle flag of the Ziji Sword Sect with murderous aura.

Li Yao knew that these monks were either from sects that were close to Wang Xi in the past and suspected of being "remnants of the eunuch party", or were overseas cultivators hired by the Ziji Sword Sect to help with the boxing!
Chapter completed!