The huge mesa is picturesque, with a huge platform hanging halfway up the mountainside, surrounded by green trees and grass, and a faint mist lingering in the sky.

With a flash of light, the palace master of the Xuannu Palace landed on the huge platform with Qin Ke'er.

"Palace Master, you're finally here!" At this moment, a voice came from not far away, and the Palace Master of the Xuannu Palace turned his head and looked over with a smile: "It turns out that Jiuyang Zhenren, you came relatively early."

Not far away, a middle-aged monk in a Taoist robe walked over with a smile on his face, followed by a young monk with sword eyebrows and starry eyes.

The middle-aged man was tall, with a golden sun embroidered on the back of his robe, looking mighty, exuding powerful spiritual power fluctuations on his body, and his eyes were shining brightly.

Although the young monk next to him did not look very old, he was handsome and handsome, exuding a strong aura on his body, but there was a bit of arrogance on his face.

The young man followed, his eyes instantly fell on Qin Ke'er, his eyes suddenly lit up, his eyes showed a trace of obsession, Qin Ke'er on the other side felt the blazing gaze, frowned slightly, and looked at him with some disgust.

"Yuanyang hasn't come to see the palace master yet!" the middle-aged monk commanded, and the young monk next to him hurriedly stepped forward and said with a respectful face: "The junior Yuanyang has seen the palace master's seniors."

"Well, at a young age, he has a cultivation that is close to the distraction period, and he really deserves to be a disciple of Jiuyang Zhenren" The palace master's gaze swept over the young man, and he said lightly.

"Thank you seniors for the compliment!" Yuan Yang glanced up at Qin Ke'er, with a strong confidence on his face.

"Ke'er, you have also come up to see this person Jiuyang," the palace master ordered

Behind him, Qin Ke'er answered. Step forward. Said respectfully: "The junior Qin Keer has seen the real person of Jiuyang."

Jiuyang Zhenren's gaze wandered on Qin Ke'er. After a while, there was a hint of solemnity in his eyes, but he quickly nodded with a smile on his face and said: "Sure enough, the talent is amazing, I didn't expect that this last disciple accepted by the palace master has actually reached the realm of the late Yuan Infant stage, it's really not simple."

"The two Daoists are so happy, they actually came so early" At this moment, a voice fell from the sky, and then an astonishing sword aura appeared on the platform.

As soon as the light closed, a majestic middle-aged man appeared on the platform with a young monk, who was dressed in a cyan robe. His face was like a knife sharpening an axe, his eyes were extremely indifferent, and the whole person stood there like a sharp sword, and his body exuded powerful sword qi fluctuations all the time.

The young monk standing next to him looked no more than twenty and handsome, but he had a cold look on his face, and his eyes were unwavering, giving people an extremely cold feeling.

"It turns out that the Spirit Sword Daoist is also here, this should be the disciple of the Daoyou, and it is really a sword bone. Extremely talented," Jiuyang Zhenren's gaze fell on the young monk, and said with a smile.

"What is this, little apprentice. The disciple of Daoyou is extraordinary, the Nine Heavens Yuan Yang Body, this is amazing, no wonder he can cultivate to this realm in such a short time" Lingjian said lightly.

Then he turned his gaze to Qin Ke'er, a divine sense swept over, and then a surprise came out of his mouth: "Immortal Spirit Root, I really didn't expect that the Xuannu Palace would also have such a disciple, today is really an eye-opener."

This middle-aged monk of Spirit Sword Mountain could see Qin Ke'er's qualifications at a glance, the Immortal Spirit Root was the best spirit root among all the Spirit Roots, and it was better than the Nine Heavens Yuan Yang Body.

"The spiritual root is just the foundation, cultivation is not only about the spiritual root, throughout the ages, most monks with excellent spiritual roots have not all been able to become powerful monks, and those ordinary people with spiritual roots are not necessarily idle people, why should you be surprised by the spiritual sword daoists" The palace master said lightly.

"What the palace master said makes sense, now only the old Dao of Zixiao Guan is gone, I think it's going to be soon," Jiuyang Zhenren said suddenly.

"Who said I didn't arrive" At this moment, an old voice came from above, and then I saw a few feet in the air above everyone's heads, the space fluctuated, and a monk in a purple robe landed with a young monk.

The old man in the purple elder was over sixty years old, with silver hair, a ruddy complexion, and bright eyes, and the young monk next to him had an ordinary face, and was also wearing a purple robe, but it gave people a sense of naivety.

"Since we have all arrived, then let's not talk nonsense, let's start directly, this competition is related to the quota of the secret realm, and the severity of it is known to everyone" Jiuyang Zhenren's eyes swept away.

"Of course I know, the inner sect has already made a decision, and now only our side is left," the new old man said in a deep voice.

"In this case, we still follow the original rules, play in groups, each person plays against the other three people, and finally the result is determined and ranked."

"Okay, let's do it, anyway, it's just a few people, fight quickly, don't procrastinate, Zixiao Daoist will trouble you" Lingjian turned his head and said to Zixiao.

"Okay" Zixiao suddenly flew up, with a wave of his long sleeves, purple light flickered and flew out of his sleeves, and in a blink of an eye, it turned into dozens of small purple flags and landed in all directions of the platform, and then a formation rose up, and Huawei had a huge purple light mask.

"Okay, let's start drawing lots now" Jiuyang Zhenren stepped forward, spread his right hand, shook his wrist, and four white lights flew out of his palm.

The palace master below, Spirit Sword, and Zixiao respectively stretched out their hands, made a move at the white light in the air, and took a white light into their hands, only to see that this white light was a ball of paper.

The last white light fell back into the hands of Jiuyang Zhenren, and the four of them unfolded the paper ball separately, and only one number was written on it.

The paper ball in the palace master's hand wrote a "two", and the paper ball in Zixiao's hand was also this number, and the two glanced at each other and nodded to each other.

This is the result of the draw, Qin Ke'er's opponent is the young monk of Zixiao Temple, and Yuan Yang of Jiuyang Palace is facing another monk.

In the first competition, Qin Ke'er and the little monk were arranged, and the two entered the purple light mask one after the other, ten zhang away.

The naïve young monk hugged his fist at Qin Ke'er, "In the Lower Purple Mansion, please give me a lot of advice."

"Qin Ke'er!" Qin Ke'er clenched his fists and said indifferently, still expressionless, at this moment, the sound of announcing the start of the competition had already come from outside.

Hearing the order, Qin Ke'er's right hand shook, and a white light flashed in his hand, and suddenly a clear sound sounded, and at the same time, bursts of blue light emanated from Qin Ke'er's body, and the astonishing cold suddenly spread around.

On the opposite side, Zifu Meng's figure was upright, his face was honest, his face was honest, his hands stretched out, and he swiped it in front of him, and in an instant, a small purple thunderbolt appeared between his hands.

Crackling......!

After the purple thunder and lightning appeared, it suddenly turned into a small purple snake and swam between its two hands, and an amazing thunder and lightning power emanated from it.

On the opposite side, Qin Ke'er raised his right hand, and with a flash of blue light, a sword qi appeared out of thin air, slashing towards the opposite purple mansion, the sword qi passed through, and there were ripples in the air, and the cold aura of Sen Sen arose spontaneously.

Zifu was not in a hurry, he pushed forward with both hands, and suddenly the purple lightning in his hand burst out, suddenly turning into a purple thunderbolt and rushing up.

Everywhere the purple light passed, a string of small thunder arcs were left in the air, and explosions like fried beans sounded one after another, and in the blink of an eye, the purple thunder and lightning and the sword qi met in the air.

Snort ......!

The sword qi and the power of thunder and lightning met in the air, and the intense light flashed, and the purple thunder and lightning had already wrapped around the sword qi and swam on it for a while.

Behind the purple mansion, his hands pinched, and the purple thunder and lightning were violently wrapped around the sword qi, squeezing inward, and the sword qi was shattered suddenly, as if it was vulnerable.

Seeing that the sword qi was broken, Zifu's eyes showed a hint of joy, and he turned to look ahead, but suddenly his eyes changed, and there was no one in the place where Qin Ke'er was standing just now.

Laugh at!

At this moment, a sword aura came from the side, needless to say, he knew that Qin Ke'er had launched a surprise attack, but he couldn't understand why Qin Ke'er's speed was so fast.

Before he had time to react, a blue sword qi was already only a few feet away, and at this moment, with a wave of Zifu's left hand, a gossip shield appeared, and the light rose, instantly blocking it behind.

Bang!

The blue sword qi exploded on the gambling card, but it had no effect at all, and Qin Ke'er, who launched the attack, was slightly stunned.

At this moment, Zifu pinched the sword trick in his right hand, and a purple light flashed on his head, and a small purple sword with a length of a foot appeared above his head.

The purple sword was covered with spirit patterns, entangled with countless purple thunderbolts, and the purple mansion only urged slightly, and the purple thunderbolts on the small sword were instantly activated, and countless purple thunderbolts erupted and wrapped around the small sword.

An astonishing aura emanated from this small purple sword, and even Qin Ke'er's face became solemn.

"Go!" Zifu pointed with his right hand, tears flashed above his head, and with a crackling sound, the purple sword had already flown out, and the purple thunder and lightning around the small sword instantly soared, and he fought fiercely towards Qin Ke'er.

Bang!

Qin Ke'er dodged the attack, the purple sword slashed on the ground, and the hard ground was cut like tofu, and then the purple thunder and lightning erupted, and countless gravel shot out.

Qin Ke'er, who was not far away, changed his face, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and an ice wall instantly condensed in front of him, and all the rocks that shot out were instantly blocked.

However, at this moment, the purple light flashed, and the purple sword was wrapped in purple light, which had already broken through the ice wall, and appeared in front of Qin Ke'er, and the powerful thunder and lightning power emanated from above, faintly locking Qin Ke'er in place.

"The disciple of Zixiao Daoyou is really not simple, he can control the rune sword so flexibly, the power of thunder and lightning is extraordinary, it is really a genius that is rare in a hundred years" Looking at the battle between the two people in the light mask, Jiuyang Zhenren said with a smile.

"Hehe, the apprentice just has some talent in this area" Although Zixiao Zhenren was humble in his mouth, he showed pride on his face. (To be continued......)