Chapter 398

Time passed quickly, two days in the blink of an eye.

In the past two days, cultivators from Yanzhou and Qingzhou have come one after another, and the atmosphere of this qualification battle has reached its peak with the gathering of the four states.

This time, there are Tianxuan and Black Demon in Yizhou, two Nascent Soul Immortal realm powerhouses.

In Yanzhou, there are three powerful people from Nascent Soul Immortal Realm, among them, an elder from the first floor of the Nascent Soul Stage from Tianlu Sect, an elder from the second floor of the Nascent Soul Stage from Danganzong, and the most famous one from above Yanzhou. One of the two Nascent Soul alchemists, whose strength has reached the third level of the Nascent Soul.

Qingzhou has four demon cultivators from the Nascent Soul Stage this time, one from each of the top three of the eight major forces, one from Bilin Lake is a first-level demon cultivator of the Nascent Soul Stage, and a second-level demon from the Nascent Soul Stage from Yaomingmen. Xiu, the first force is a third-level demon cultivator of the Nascent Soul Stage, and the strongest person is the old city owner of Gathering Demon City, and Mo Lin's master, a powerful demon cultivator who has just entered the fourth floor of the Nascent Soul Stage. .

Xuzhou, as the host this time, a total of five cultivators from the Nascent Soul stage were present. Among them, the other two top sects in Xuzhou, Fu Yuanzong and Qing Fuzong, each had a second-level cultivator in the Nascent Soul, and the first sect was the first. Yang Fuzong dispatched two third-level Nascent Soul Stage cultivators and a fourth-level Nascent Soul Stage peak cultivator, and the top four-level Nascent Soul Stage cultivator was Wang Tianhua, a man standing at the peak of Xuzhou.

Today is the opening day of the Tianshan Jianchi Qualification Tournament.

A huge training ground of 50,000 square meters on the top of Zufu Peak has built a total of 80 20-meter-high arenas. There are a total of 8,000 disciples participating in the qualification battle in the four states. In the end, forty-five people from each group qualified for the next round, followed by rounds of knockout rounds.

At this time, the Zufu Peak was already full of people.

There are 8,000 disciples in the four states, plus the sect masters and elders of various sects, as well as some followers, as the host Xuzhou, many cultivators come to watch, the entire square has nearly 100,000 cultivators, five The 10,000-square-meter training plaza seems a bit crowded.

But fortunately, the entire Zufu Peak is 500,000 square meters wide, and some cultivators simply flew to the distance to watch.

First of all, the opening ceremony of the Tianshan Sword Pool qualification competition was held.

In the center, a thousand-meter square arena is covered with a red blanket. Around the arena are the suzerain elders and talented disciples of the four states. There is no way, who makes Yizhou the weakest and the least people!

In addition to all the cultivators from Yizhou, not even the talented disciples of the suzerain elders of the sects of the host Xuzhou, and none of Yanzhou and Qingzhou.

"These people are really pompous!"

Chu Yan couldn't help but secretly emptied his stomach.

Sitting beside Chu Yan, Shui Tianyu said lightly, "Although my generation is cultivating immortals and transcending all things, but after all, we are still flesh and blood, and it is hard to forget fame and fortune, especially this time when the four states gather, everyone cares more about face, if you come first, it means that Showing weakness, I have always been at the bottom of Yizhou, so I won’t be complained if I arrive earlier.”

"Ha ha!"

Chu Yan smiled lightly, and that is the truth!

"Whoa whoa……"

At this time, Hei Niu's anxious cry came from Chu Yan's spirit beast bag.

"You guy, you really like to join in the fun, well, come out and be honest, don't cause me trouble!"

Chu Yan said lightly, and the black girl flew out of Chu Yan's savings bag with her pure white wings fanned.

"Whoa whoa……"

The black girl has been suffocating in the spirit beast bag for a long time. How could she want to miss such a lively thing? As soon as she flew out, she looked around and shouted excitedly.

And when the black girl came out, it completely attracted everyone's attention.

"That is, Xianhe!"

"That feather is dazzlingly white!"

"So handsome, if only I had such a mount!"

"Then why did the crane follow a little ghost?"

...

Most of the cultivators were young disciples. When a few people called out, everyone turned their attention to it, and immediately they were all amazed, and their eyes were full of envy.

"You bastard, keep a low profile for me!"

Chu Yan grasped the black girl's mouth and said nothing.

Monsters like cranes are extremely rare, and can only be seen in the depths of some secluded forests, and the black girl has no hair on her body and is as white as snow. It can be said to be the top existence among cranes. This kind of thing, It is the mount that every cultivator dreams of.

Generally speaking, when people die, they are described as 'driving a crane to the west'. In fact, 'driving a crane to the west' has another meaning, that is, to become an immortal. Therefore, when it comes to cranes, everyone will usually associate it with the immortal magic. Practitioners are connected.

"Father, that crane is so beautiful, can you grab it for me as a mount, okay?"

On the side of the cultivators in Xuzhou, a young boy who was only seven or eight years old, but with an arrogant face, pointed to where Chu Yan was, and begged an old man in a green robe with a gold pattern beside him.

"Han'er, that's someone else's thing, today's scene is solemn, we don't want to take people's favor!"

The golden-patterned green-robed old man smiled slightly, pinched the little boy's face, and said.

The golden-patterned old man is the Sect Master of the Fuyuan Sect, the second largest sect in Xuzhou, Qingyun Mountain, and the little boy is his youngest son, Qing Wenhan.

"No, father, I want that white crane. Li Xiaotong rides a red bird and Zhao Mingming rides a white tiger, both of them are domineering and ruthless. I'm just a miscellaneous eagle, and it doesn't look good at all. I want that white crane, father. , get it for me, father, please!"

The little boy said coquettishly, Li Xiaotong and Zhao Mingming in his mouth are naturally the jewels of the big sects of the same age.

"Miscellaneous eagles, those are red-eyed golden eagles that can reach the seventh-order golden core stage when they are adults, you kid!"

Qingyunshan said a little helplessly to his young son.

"No, father, this white crane is beautiful, I want that white crane, I want, I want..."

Seeing that his father ignored him, the little boy simply sat on the ground and splashed.

"You kid, get up..."

Qingyunshan's face is a little ugly, and everyone around him is watching it, but he is really reluctant to ask him to do something to this little son, and it's not that Qingyunshan doesn't want to ask for this white crane, this little thing is not worth it to him. To mention, it's just that there are all kinds of immortal sects today, he doesn't want to leave a name for tyranny, and be pointed by others behind his back.

"Father, the other party is just a kid in a trash state. The second brother wants it. I, the older brother, got it for him. Why bother!"

A young man with sword eyebrows about twenty-five years old sitting next to Qingyun Mountain said loudly.

His name is Qing Wenwu. He is the eldest son of Qingyun Mountain. He is deeply loved by Qingyun Mountain. When he named him, he hoped that he would be able to be literate and martial arts. Qing Wenwu really did not disappoint Qingyun Mountain, but he was only twenty-five years old. The strength has already reached the stage of great perfection in the foundation building period. Among the younger generation in Xuzhou, apart from Yang Tianming of Yang Fuzong, Li Xinrui of Fu Yuanzong is no match.

Therefore, in his opinion, Chu Yan, an unknown boy from the weakest Yizhou, has nothing to fear!

"Brother is the best, father, father..."

"Okay, I'm afraid of you kid, civil and military, just buy it for some money, don't let people think that my Qing Fuzong is rude!"

For his younger son's hard work, Qingyunshan finally compromised and treated Qingwen and martial arts.

"Baby understand!"

"Um!"

Seeing Qingyunshan nodding, Qing Wenwu, with a figure like electricity, went to the side of the cultivators in Yizhou.

Wing State crowd seating.

"Black girl, you guy, you only visited other people's monster farm a few days ago, keep a low profile for me, if you are recognized, it will be troublesome!"

Chu Yan looked at the envious, jealous and hateful eyes of everyone around him, and immediately told Hei Niu carefully.

"Whoa whoa……"

The black girl nodded helplessly.

"This fellow Daoist!"

Suddenly, a young voice sounded in Chu Yan's ear, Chu Yan raised his head, and he was looking at a handsome young man with sharp eyebrows, but Chu Yan did not know it and was puzzled, but still said calmly, "I am in You have never met, so you don’t know why you came here?”

"Haha, that's right, my little brother fell in love with Daoist friend's demon pet, I don't know if you can reluctantly part with love, Lingshi and other things are good books, as long as Daoist friend can make a price!"

When Qing Wenwu saw that Chu Yan saw that his complexion remained unchanged, he overestimated Chu Yan in his heart, and smiled lightly.

Chu Yan's heart was cold, the black girl was also one of his inverse scales. He never regarded the black girl as a monster pet, but as a family member. Originally, he didn't have any impression of the cheerful young man in front of him, but now Chu Yan is in his heart. It was already full of disgust.

But after all, the other party is polite, and Chu Yan is not easy to get angry. He just said with a flat face: "The black girl is not my demon pet, but my relatives. Daoist friends, don't say anything!"

As soon as the words were over, Chu Yan turned his head to one side and ignored it.

"Haha, fellow Daoist must think that your integrity is not enough. How about a hundred high-grade spirit stones, that is, a million spirits, to buy your monster?"

Qing Wenwu was secretly annoyed that the other party didn't know what to do.

"I said, don't say anything more, fellow Daoist, please come back!"

Chu Yan's expression turned cold and light.

"Fellow Daoist from Yizhou, don't you just think there are few spirit stones? I'll give out 50 million spirits!"