The old man in white glanced at the noisy disciples present with calm eyes. His eyes narrowed slightly, and a trace of dissatisfaction flowed, and his mind moved slightly.

The huge illusory butterfly behind him suddenly flapped his wings.

In an instant.

The secret mirror of the fighting that was a little quarrel just now became quiet instantly, so quiet that even a needle could be heard falling to the ground.

Mo Bei's heart suddenly jumped, and a hint of horror emanated from his eyes.

He only felt that at the moment the old man appeared, an extremely powerful pressure, as if Mount Tai collapsed, it would rush over and over, pressing against his chest and breathlessly.

Mo Bei was surprised to find that his whole body seemed to have been used by someone to use the method of immobilizing, his limbs were completely out of control, as if they were numb and stiff, and they could not move at all!

Mo Bei's mind turned sharply:

This person has such a powerful aura!

In the entire Penglai Peninsula, let alone those white-clothed deacons, even the three Grandma Shui Yue who guarded the temple did not give me such strong pressure!

Grandma Shuiyue and the other three are monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage.

The old man in white is stronger than them, could it be...

Thinking of this, a thought popped up in Mo Bei's mind: "He is the real person of Jindan!"

"It must be so!" Mo Bei's heart beat wildly: "I remember the book records that only the real person in Jindan will have a golden elixir vision! That butterfly is simply the golden elixir vision of the old man in white!"

It wasn't that more than a hundred disciples were in awe of the old man and did not dare to speak.

Instead, the invisible and terrifying pressure pressed against them like a mountain, and could never make any sound.

"snort."

The old man in white hummed slightly.

Grandma Shuiyue's face changed slightly, and she immediately flew out of the sky for about ten feet, landed on the ground, bowed down, and said in fear: "Disciple has seen the true person Sheng Wei!"

Grandma Shuiyue looked at her appearance and was older than the old man in white. But at this moment she looked respectful and humble, but the old man in white took it for granted, with a calm expression and no change.

Seeing this, Mo Bei became increasingly sure of his thoughts.

A strange color flashed through Shengwei's turbid eyes, and his thoughts moved again. Mo Bei and others suddenly felt that the terrifying pressure pressing on their chest disappeared instantly.

The crowd moved, twisting their bodies slightly, some panting, while others stretched out their sleeves and constantly rubbing the sweat on their foreheads, but no one dared to speak loudly anymore.

The eyes of everyone looking at the Shengwei Zhenren were filled with awe and fear.

"Shengwei real person?"

Ye Qinghong muttered in Mo Bei's ear in a low voice, with a hint of surprise in his voice: "I didn't expect that the sect would like to see this game so much. He actually asked Sheng Wei to host the game!"

Mo Bei was curious, narrowed his right eye slightly, looked at Ye Qinghong curiously, and couldn't help but smile, "What do you know, little girl?"

"Hehe." Ye Qinghong smiled and said, "It's nothing. But that Zhenren Shengwei is the most talented and most likely to go to the next level of Jindan Zhenren in our Taixu Sect."

"The real person Shengwei has always been in a divine dragon's head but not a tail, and has been burying his head and practicing, never asking about the affairs of the sect. This time he actually came out to host the competition."

Ye Qinghong smiled and said, "It can be seen that the sect likes our disciples this time."

Long Haotian came over and patted his chest with a loud bang, and said proudly: "That's nothing nonsense, I don't look at who my boss is! That's a blood demon! Can it not attract attention? Humph!"

Although Ye Qinghong has always been unable to get along with Long Haotian, the two of them couldn't help but quarrel, but after hearing Long Haotian's words, she rarely did not talk back, but her eyes became brighter, her pretty chin couldn't help but lit it, and her eyes looked at Mo Bei with a scorching look: "Yeah, um! Brother Mo Bei is the most powerful!"

After receiving the instructions of Sheng Wei Zhenren, Grandma Shuiyue turned around and flew to the void above everyone's heads, looked down at everyone, and said aloud: "The disciples of Taixu Sect obey the order!"

Mo Bei and others immediately cheered up and looked at Grandma Shuiyue.

"Worship the heaven and earth." Grandma Shuiyue's face was full of solemnity, and slowly landed on the ground. She looked east from afar, bent down and bowed solemnly.

The more than a hundred disciples quickly followed Grandma Shuiyue, turned to the east and bowed solemnly.

"Two worship the ancestor!" Grandma Shuiyue knelt on her knees, and bowed to the majestic stone sculpture that looked down on the world, Ye Shenyi, and bowed to the ground, kowtowed three times.

Mo Bei and Long Haotian, along with all the outer disciples, knelt on the ground, bowing and knocking towards the stone sculpture.

After half an incense stick.

The ceremony was finally over.

Grandma Shuiyue stood up and then continued to say loudly: "The outer disciples of Taixu Sect will be rewarded as follows!"

Mo Bei quickly listened.

"The first place is one thousand spirit stones, learn ten sword techniques for free! The second place is six hundred spirit stones, learn six sword techniques for free! The third place is three hundred spirit stones, three sword techniques! The fourth place is tenth place, two hundred spirit stones! Learn two sword techniques for free, tenth to fiftieth, one hundred spirit stones, learn one sword technique for free!"

Grandma Shuiyue finished speaking in one breath, and the clear voice kept echoing in everyone's ears and could not dissipate for a long time.

"In addition." Grandma Shuiyue paused, changed her tone, and then said: "The top ten people will get the opportunity to go to the blessed place of the sect to practice!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was in an uproar!

Liu Yuheng's eyes were hot and he nodded, "Not bad! Taixu Sect is indeed a big deal. I must enter the top ten this time!"

Liu Qinghe smiled and said, "With Junior Brother Liu's strength, it is naturally not a problem to enter the top ten."

Zhang Xinghuan turned his head and glanced at Long Haotian, who was beside Mo Bei not far away, shaved hard, and said angrily: "Hmph, I'm not interested in this! I'm interested in that guy. This time, I must let Long Haotian kneel in front of me and beg for mercy!"

The Grandma Shuiyue continued to speak and dropped another bombshell:

"This game is based on the elimination system, and one game determines the winner and lose!"

The crowd suddenly became noisy: "No, one game will definitely win or lose!"

Someone said with a sad face: "Taixu Sect is so unkind. I had diarrhea yesterday, and I'm afraid I can't exert half of my strength today."

Someone secretly said happily: "Hehe, fortunately, I was ready for it yesterday. The elimination system is just right for me!"

Some of the more than a hundred disciples were happy and some were worried.

Grandma Shuiyue ignored it, and the afterglow glanced and landed on the complex carvings and formations in the center of the stone platform.

Sheng Wei's true man looked calm and said slowly:

"We cultivate immortals, rely on swords as our lives, have no way to kill the sky, and open up the great way!

You should do it yourself! Remember, in one sentence, if you make a mistake in the world of immortal cultivation, you will never be able to recover!"

In the void, he waved his sleeves casually.

A white light suddenly flew out of its cuffs and injected into the extremely complex patterns and patterns.

Suddenly, an extremely dazzling light burst out from the formation, and the wisps of light kept flowing, lingering and entangling, as beautiful as fireworks.

"boom!"

Suddenly!

The countless rays of light suddenly shrank and turned into a huge ball of light. It exploded again!

The extremely dazzling light completely covered the entire stone platform. Everyone was caught off guard and hurriedly covered their eyes and their pupils shrank.

After a while.

Mo Bei slowly opened his eyes, and a hint of shock appeared on his face.

I saw that the light burst out from the runes of the stone platform had formed one after another of light curtains like egg shells, and were pressed upside down on the platform. At first glance, there were sixteen seats.

From time to time, ripples appeared on the light curtain, and slowly waving spread.

Grandma Shuiyue stretched out her hand and pointed at the round light curtains and said, "This is the illusion arena. After a while, you will compete in that. There is no limit on the rules, and you will be able to stop dead!"

Hearing this, everyone exclaimed, revealing incredible shock and shock.

Is it possible to stop a mere outer disciple competition?

Grandma Shuiyue saw that everyone started to whisper again, and a trace of frivolous anger was on her face and scolded: "Stop talking!"

In an instant, the crowd quieted down again.

Grandma Shuiyue then continued, "That's the illusion arena, and it's your illusion competition. How can you kill your life in vain?"

Everyone was at a loss.

Long Haotian curled his lips, lowered his head, and muttered in a low voice: "Damn, this old witch doesn't speak completely, I'm so scared!"

"Now, start drawing lots!" Grandma Shui Yue thought and her sleeves danced in the void.

Countless pieces of yellow talisman paper turned into yellow lights from her cuffs, flying all over the sky, falling into the crowd like rain.

Every piece of yellow talisman paper floated left and right, slowly sliding down from the sky, falling into the palm of everyone's hand, with one piece of it.

Mo Bei spread his palms, took the folded talisman paper that fell into his hand, and opened it and saw a number written squarely on the talisman paper - 520.

...

After a stick of incense, everyone finished drawing the lottery. Grandma Shuiyue danced the crutch in her hand, and a crescent arc of light shone out from the phoenix-headed crutch, rushing into the void.

The arc began to flicker and changed into various numbers. Each set of numbers consisted of two. It represented two opponents.

"It's out, my number eight, yes, No. 36, No. 5 fantasy ring!" Ye Qinghong was a little nervous, and a hint of blush appeared on her cheeks: "I hope I won't be eliminated in the first round of knockouts, just don't be too strong!"

"Brother Mo Bei, I'm going to compete..." Ye Qinghong looked at Mo Bei pitifully, her agile eyes were bright, shining with a hint of hope, like a little girl who wanted to get encouragement from her brother or elders.

Mo Bei habitually rubbed her head, smiled and said, "Go, come on! Qinghong is very awesome!"

"Yeah!" After receiving Mo Bei's encouragement, Ye Qinghong felt joyful in her heart. The faintest in her eyes suddenly turned into a deep joy, and she nodded heavily: "Brother Mo Bei, I'm going!" After that, Ye Qinghong got into the crowd.

After a while, Long Haotian suddenly shouted at the sky and shouted: "Ahh! Mine is out, 888, yes, 174."

"One July 4th, I'm going to die. Haha!" Long Haotian laughed: "Which little bastard is it? I've been so lucky today. I've been so lucky for eight lifetimes. I actually met my uncle! I'm going to die!"

As he said that, Long Haotian turned his head and grinned at Mo Bei: "Boss, just wait for my good news!"

Fang Luoyou also clasped his fists at Mo Bei and laughed loudly: "Mo Bei, mine is out too. I'm waiting for you in the finals! Goodbye!"

The crowd gradually dispersed, leaving only Mo Bei.

Mo Bei looked at the numbers flashing in the sky and murmured to himself:
Chapter completed!