A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

The thirteenth and final round of the Lost Cloud Sect competition has come to an end.

At this time, however, in the loft of a building at the waist of the main summit, seven or eight knotted monks gathered to discuss what was happening.

Two of them are the two peak owners of Tianquan Peak, Singh is a middle-aged man and an elderly man in gray clothes with a slight face, and the rest of them also look unusual.

“This time the leaders, the brothers and sisters are still unwilling to go?” An old man in a blue robe with white beard floating and wrinkles said with a slight frown.

“Humph! Brother Feng, the sword tasting conference said it was a tri-party joint test, but each time the two of us lost the defeat and let that ancient sword gate show its face. And the man who led the team this time is definitely Kang Yunna's talking sculpture guy again, I don't want to get angry.” A middle-aged man who looked lazy and had a two-handed mustache on his lips replied carelessly.

“Exactly! I also heard that Ancient Sword Gate received another disciple with the ‘Nine Spirits Sword Body' a few years ago, and this time he will definitely be released for the congress. In this way, there is nothing comparable about this sword conference. We have some disciples with a special physique on our side, but compared to others, it's not a tiny bit worse. Moreover, I heard that Baiqiao Yard also received a disciple from the upper official family this time. I heard that it had beaten the elders of the family with its own refined apparatus during the gas refining period. I'm afraid it's hard to deal with.” Another waxy old man, shaking his head, said as well.

The whitebearded old man listened to this, revealing discontent on his face.

“Two brothers, that's a good point. The Fencing Conference has indeed become a demonstration by the ancient sword gate to both parties, but who makes people stronger than us? If we don't send disciples to the convention, I'm afraid we won't be able to get even that quarter of the alcohol. Moreover, this can easily make the ancient sword gate hostile to our fallen cloud sect, which is not conducive to the long-term development of this section in Yunmeng Mountain. After all, Tiger's vision of the other sects of the three factions of Yunmengshan is not a family of two. Our three factions can't let people drill empty spaces.” The old whitebearded man said with a thick face.

“Since Brother Feng said so, let me be the one to lead the team. Anyway, I haven't seen Chang Zheng, the elder of Baiqiao Court, for a long time. It's nice to talk to you by the way.” Sitting opposite the whitebearded old man, the old man in a red shirt with a decent look on his face suddenly opened his mouth and grabbed the matter.

“Brother Duan, as the owner of Fire Cloud Peak, there are many disciples under the door. I'm afraid it's not a good idea to leave this way.” The old man, Feng of Baishu, was somewhat hesitant when he met the man and asked.

“It's all right. Brother Li and Yunfeng stay, nothing will happen. Besides, it's not like leaving Yunmeng Mountain, it's just a day's journey from the east to the west.” The old man in the red shirt said indifferently.

When the other person said so, the whitewashed old man did not insist and nodded his consent. Then his eyes swept away on the rest of his face, and he finally landed on the old man in a slightly dusty grey coat and asked softly:

“Brother Woo, I know you are not in charge of Tianquan Peak, this time you will assist Brother Duan, how about it? Brother Singh, don't you have a problem with that?” The white bearded old man's last words were to turn his face and say to the middle-aged man with the Singh surname.

“Of course there's no problem. Brother Woo can do it if he wants.” Xin replied with a faint smile.

The face of the old man in grey clothes was cold, the words moved, and after half a moment, he said briefly:

“Okay, I'll go! ”

After hearing this, the whitebearded old man nodded and said:

“This time, the leader of the team is mainly Brother Duan, assisted by Brother Woo and Brother Song of Bai Feng Feng. As soon as you finish the last round today, you will gather these 30 disciples together and point to one, two. Perhaps this General Assembly will give us a chance. After all, there are a few strong candidates among our disciples. Should be able to compete with the ancient Kenmen and Baiqiao Court. ”

“Master Song is going to participate in the convention? How could I not know? If that's the case, I went on a trip for Master Woo at this sword test convention.” A friar with a smooth colour on his face, always hiding in the corner of the house, sounded a little stunned.

The remainder of the monks in the attic heard the same disturbance, with two or three faces immediately showing remorse.

“Hmm! Brother Meng, what do you mean by that? I just said half a day for my brother, I haven't seen you come out and say a word. Now as soon as I heard Master Song go, I jumped out. To be honest with you, Song Sister Ken will lead the team on the condition that I will not be allowed to divulge the news of her to everyone first. Otherwise, in the temper of her sisters, how could she easily leave White Phoenix Peak?” The white bearded old man said with a heavy face.

This old man has reached the late stage of Khmer Khmer Khmer, and the smooth monk is only in the early stages of Khmer Khmer Khmer.

Therefore, the old man immediately bowed his head and did not dare to argue.

A few other people who were somewhat enthusiastic looked at each other at each other and looked at each other at each other, and it was equally difficult to say anything else.

At this point, footsteps were suddenly heard outside, followed by a man's voice coming from outside.

“Master Kei, several uncles, the final round of the competition has been completed. There are three foundation disciples and twenty-one refinery brothers selected. The disciple has brought the list. ”

“Oh, now that it's out, send it in. By the way, let some uncles take a look.” The whitebearded old man heard the words, and the colour of the gods slowly said.

“Yes!” The man outside complimented. Then he pushed the door open and walked in.

He is a 30-year-old, late-built man with a majestic appearance and a tall body.

“This is the final list and information of the twenty-four winners.” The man drew a white jade slip from his arms and held it in his hands to the elderly.

“Let me see first!” The old man nodded slightly and took over the jade and swept it slightly.

“Huh” I only looked at it twice, and there was a surprise on my face.

“What's going on? Is there something wrong with this list?” Brother Redshirt moved in color, curiously asked.

Several others have surprised the elderly.

“Nothing? Take a look at your brothers!” After that, the old whitebearded man looked normal, and then threw Jade Jane at the old man with the waxed face next to him.

After seeing Jade Jane, she also looked surprised, but didn't say anything, and handed Jade Jane over to others.

Soon after, Jade Jane was seen by all, and there was some gloom and uncertainty on everyone's face.

And Tianquan Peak's Shin surname, after middle-aged people saw Jade Jane, the color fluctuated unexpectedly in their eyes.

“What a surprise. Six people were selected at Tianquan Peak 1 this time. We are so ashamed of the rest of our peaks! Looks like Brother Singh taught his disciples well!” The middle-aged man with a two-handed beard sighed and said slowly.

“It seems that Brother Singh is going to need a sword tasting conference here, which is why he spent so much effort to cultivate these disciples!” The smooth-looking monk also said a little sour, his hidden sword peak, this time only three people were selected, it was a loss of face.

“No, absolutely nothing like that. This time we had so many people selected at Tianquan Peak, I was also a little surprised. But let's forget about the others. How can there be two of them with a Qi refining period of 10 layers? These are two disciples named Han Li and Du Dong. If I remember correctly, it looks like I just got started. Can they get to the end? That's a little weird. Nephew Gao, how the two of them won.” After a moment of medieval silence, Xin asked unchanging.

When the new man entered the house and heard the uncle ask, he asked back:

“There is no way for these two to win. That's Dudong's nephew, who has a powerful ice attribute top-of-the-line instrument, a well-known instrument that is both defensively equipped and mutually reinforcing in its work, and all of its opponents, under one face, are frozen to the ground by its use. A few rounds down, no one can take a hit at all. ”

“Oh! What kind of spell, you describe, give us a few.” The middle-aged man with the moustache on his mouth interrupted with interest.

“It is a wheel-like manipulator, measurably large in diameter, with a curved moon pattern engraved on it. Once sacrificed, the white glitter flashes, instantly exciting an ice attribute shield or a cold-aired attack like a big bird. ”

“It seemed like 200 years ago, the whole clan wiped out the Du clan treasure, the" Cold Moon Wheel ”. This Du Dong, rarely the descendant of the Du family?” The middle-aged man with the mustache turned his eyes and said a little unexpectedly.

“Hmm! Probably. After all, the Doo family was also a small family. Some disciples escaped the robbery, and it was not impossible to hide their names from it. Probably felt that after all these years, the original enemies would no longer notice them. That's why you want to come back.” The old whitebearded man twisted his beard and said leisurely. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)