The cold moon and the snow on the earth.

Outside the thousands of buildings of the Iron Mansion, nearly 10,000 monks gathered in the endless square, and further into the Iron Mansion and the Iron Cave Heaven in the center of the Iron Mansion and the Soul Abyss.

On the mountain wall at the end of the Iron River Valley, there are four big words "The sky opens all things" engraved, occupying the entire mountain wall. It was engraved by the Lord Linyuan when he was inaugurated by himself, and the sword worship platform is directly under the handwriting.

It was almost noon, and the elders of the Nine Sects also came to hear the news and sat in the dark of the sword worship platform; on the surface was Nangong Yue, the elder of the precepts of the Iron Mansion, who sat on the high platform under the mountain wall, serving as the referee of the competition.

Li Chongjin in Yunshui Jiantan sat beside him.

Above the cliff, Shangguan Lingye sat directly on the word "Sky" with "The sky opens all things", and looked down at the audience.

In the secular world, there is only one platform, and both sides can go up and fight, but it is obviously not possible in the path of practice.

After all, monks can control the world, and there are differences between home and away games. If they fight on the stone arena, iron and stone are both gold of the five elements. A monk who is close to the five elements to stand on it, it is equivalent to being tied up to fight.

Therefore, the sword-bearing platform is not a simple ring, but a martial arts field covered by formations. Within a radius, rivers, woods, wildfires, gold, iron ore and various weapons are scattered, and the distribution is even and absolutely fair.

In addition to the formation of the sword worship platform, countless monks were already looking forward to it. Due to the rules, no one was still holding the sword in the air. They just stood on the ground and watched. Only those with higher seniority could be invited to sit in the corridor on the cliff.

The monks who were incapable of rushing to the front could only surround the giant water curtain outside the Iron Mansion and watch the battle that attracted thousands of people.

It is approaching noon.

Lao Lu and Qiu Fengqing sat in the attic, quietly waiting for Zuo Lingquan's arrival.

Zuo Yunting shook his fan in a cold day, and saw the whole audience from the window.

Qi Jia was holding the sword. Seeing Zuo Lingquan delaying coming, he was about to speak, but there was a turmoil outside the sword beside the sword beside the sword beside the sword beside the sword beside the sword beside the sword beside the sword beside the entrance.

The entrance to the platform was an octagonal gatehouse. Four black-armored warriors from the Iron Mansion stood with shields. Situ was as shocked as a disciple god, standing in the middle of the entrance, holding a golden mace and smiling.

Outside the gatehouse is a straight bluestone avenue, with crowds surrounding both sides.

Under the snowy sky, a figure came slowly from afar.

The person who came was wearing a black robe, his hair was tied up with a black hairband, and a black sheathed sword hung around his waist. He walked through the snow-covered road, but he walked without traces of snow.

The figure walked from far to near, and was walking steadily. It was obviously moving forward, but it was like a pine tree on the top of a mountain, steadily steadily between the wind and snow, without moving at all.

"Here comes..."

"This style is obvious to be a swordsman who has been through the world..."

"So handsome~"

...

Amid the noise and noise, the figure came to the gatehouse.

Li Chongjin on the cliff frowned and glanced at him, then raised his hand gently.

Fang Zhuqing, who was standing behind him, bowed and turned around and walked down the cliff and headed to the Octagon Gate Tower.

Everyone's eyes also gathered at the young man in black robe who had already stood at the gatehouse.

Zuo Lingquan stood with a sword, turned a blind eye to the crowded crowd around him, but looked at Situ Baye in front of him, and raised his hand and bowed.

Situ Zhenhan said all the good things this time, and then asked the master to arrange for him to welcome him and witness the "reach ceremony" of his young master.

However, only he and Shangguan Lingye knew Zuo Lingquan's identity, and he could not talk nonsense, but he just stood up with a majestic golden mace and roared:

"quiet!"

The sound was like a bell, and it spread from afar to the Iron River Valley, and the entire sword worship platform also became quiet.

Soon, Fang Zhuqing also came to the gatehouse as countless monks watched with admiration.

Fang Zhuqing is the direct disciple of Li Chongjin. This time, the direct disciple of the inner sect came to Yunshui Jiantan, and Li Chugui had less than ten people.

Although he was regarded as a inferior horse, he was also a inferior horse in the inner sect's direct inheritance. In terms of talent and understanding, he was actually stronger than Situ Baye when he was young, and he was definitely not a person who was just a substitute.

Fang Zhuqing was wearing a cloud-patterned brocade robe from Yunshui Sword Pond, with a sword hanging around her waist, and looked quite heroic. After walking to the opposite side of Zuo Lingquan, he glanced at Zuo Lingquan without saying anything.

With thousands of people quietly watching, Situ was shocked and walked forward:

"This competition will be fair for our Iron Mansion. The elders of the Nine Sects will watch. The two of them do not need to worry and learn everything they have learned. They can kill them. When the winner is decided, Master Nangong will intervene. Even if he fails to hold it up, he will kill the body without any loss. Elder Liu of Medicine King Tower and Elder Xu of Fulongshan can still fight back to its original state."

With the truth about the nine sects of people, if you can't even see the fight between two juniors, you are not worthy of sitting here. The following sentence is basically a joke.

Fang Zhuqing nodded slightly, then untied the sword and handed it to Situ Zhenhan, and walked into a formation on the side of the gatehouse.

Zuo Lingquan had heard Lin Yang talk about the general details of the battle yesterday.

When the disciples compete with each other, they compare their own potential, physical foundation, and on-the-spot reaction.

However, the age difference between disciples is huge, and the realm cannot be unified. There is no need to fight at the higher level. If you compete directly, the competition between them will become a time to endure time. Whoever has been practicing for a long time can't tell the strength of the potential at all.

To be fair, both parties will first test the bone age, and the age difference is one small, that is, they will be considered as peers within twelve years old.

Then test the realm again, and the higher side is at a low level to keep two people in the same realm against the enemy. Although people who are at a low level will not weaken their cultivation insights and experience, they will still take advantage of the older age. However, there is no absolute fairness in the world. If people have a high level of concessions, they should take advantage of it.

In addition, you must hand over magic weapons, immortal weapons, elixirs, talismans and other external objects.

Otherwise, Zuo Lingquan would have a "Shengshu Platform" placed under his feet, and dared to reason with the Eight Lords, and he would be more like a hammer.

What Fang Zhuqing entered at this time was the formation that detected his own realm and age. As the formation lighted up, countless lights flowed into it, and all the monks' eyes were also concentrated on Fang Zhuqing.

Situ Zhenhan stood in front of him and waited for a while, and said aloud:

"Twenty-three, the sixth level of Linggu."

"oh"

As soon as these words were spoken, the monks watching showed a look of surprise.

Everyone present knows the difficulty of improving the realm.

It takes a period of time for a normal cultivator to reach the sixth level of the Spirit Valley; even the children of the Nine Sects will take thirty or forty years.

Fang Zhuqing started practicing since he was six years old, and in his seventeen years he reached the sixth level of Linggu. His speed was already shocking for ordinary monks. No wonder he could become the direct descendant of the inner sect.

Everyone was amazed at Fang Zhuqing's speed of cultivation, but Jiang Yi, who was standing among the crowd and watching nervously, was stunned for a moment. Unexpectedly, the other party was so aggressive that he sent such a weak cock.

As the test ended, Fang Zhuqing walked out of the formation and looked at Zuo Lingquan with his eyes signing.

The monk's eyes were also focused on Zuo Lingquan.

Zuo Lingquan handed the sword to Situ Shihan and walked into the formation.

As the stream of light came up, it flowed into Zuo Lingquan's body, and everyone calmed down.

Li Chongjin tapped the back of the chair with his fingers and waited seriously.

Qiu Fengqing also stood up and looked at the window.

Although Situ Zhenhan had already known Zuo Lingquan's realm, he still took a few serious glances before saying loudly:

"Eighteen years old, sixth level of Linggu."

The whole audience was solemn and quiet.

The monks nearby frowned, as if they were wondering if they had heard it wrong.

Fang Zhuqing, who was waiting, looked unexpectedly and quietly stepped out, checked the magic circle, and then stopped in place, a little incredible.

Li Chongjin on the cliff also sat upright:

"He's only eighteen?"

Nangong Tieyue was the referee of this competition, and shook his head and sighed:

"At the age of eighteen, I entered the late stage of Linggu, and my talent is amazing... It's a pity."

Li Chongjin understood why Nangong Tieyue said it was a pity.

Because normal people start practicing at the age of six and reach the sixth level of Linggu at the age of seventeen, this kind of talent is enough to be trained by the nine sects as Qingkui.

But Qingkui took the path of hard work. He made a solid foundation in the early stage and was born much slower than normal practice. He would have to go up to the Ling Valley at least twenty years old.

Zuo Lingquan was only eighteen years old and entered the sixth level of Linggu. No matter how you think about it, it is impossible to follow the path of hard work. If you have such talent to practice normally, it is indeed a waste.

Qiu Fengqing, who is not far away, obviously had similar thoughts:

"Old Lu, did he cultivate his own realm?"

Lao Lu was also a little surprised and shook his head and said, "I guess he got a great opportunity, otherwise he should be around the second level of Linggu now."

Qiu Fengqing secretly breathed a sigh of relief:

"The second level of Linggu at the age of 18 is considered to be of medium level among the direct transmission of the inner sect. I thought it was so powerful."

Lao Lu silently said these comments.

Although the elders of the Nine Sects have doubts, the sixth level of the Zuo Lingquan Ling Valley is real.

Even if you take a normal path, the sixth level of the 18-year-old Ling Valley is unheard of for ordinary monks.

According to the practice of martial arts practitioners that "the younger the age, the higher the talent; the older the age, the more demonic the sword skills", Fang Zhuqing is not unable to fight; but there is a clear gap in talent and understanding between the two, which is very unfavorable for Fang Zhuqing.

In silence throughout the field, Zuo Lingquan walked out of the formation and looked at Fang Zhuqing, who was dazed beside him:

"Are you still fighting?"

Fang Zhuqing was five years older than Zuo Lingquan, but they were in the same state as each other, so he was naturally guilty. He looked at Li Chongjin on the cliff in a blink of an eye.

Li Chongjin sent Fang Zhuqing out to touch Zuo Lingquan's depth, so he naturally nodded slightly at this.

Seeing this, Fang Zhuqing didn't say much, so he turned around and took a long sword, a standard spiritual weapon from the monk of the Iron Mansion, and entered the sword worship platform.
Chapter completed!