Chapter 27 How could he be Li Xunhuan? "Qi training level twelfth, age twenty, one?!" At the registration desk, a middle-aged monk used the divine eye technique and bone-reading technique to glance at Li Xunhuan, then stood up in horror. As soon as he said this, it unsurprisingly caused a commotion. The Ascension Conference is a major event held every ten years in the Kingdom of Yue. In name, it is the foundation for independent cultivators to ascend to heaven, so it naturally attracts the attention of independent cultivators. Even if you have no hope, it is a kind of comfort to see others being able to join the sect and find a chance to build a foundation. The square was crowded with people, and when they heard the words of the middle-aged monk, they immediately became excited. "My goodness, you are at the twelfth level of Qi training at the age of twenty-one. You must have started practicing since you were a baby." "We are all independent cultivators, but why is there such a huge gap between us?" "A role model for our generation." Some people are stubborn and can't stand seeing others being stronger, "Maybe the cultivation level we use resources to fight against is average."

"You are a scumbag who has not even reached the tenth level of Qi training. How dare you look down on others? Go home and suck your milk." The envy, jealousy and hatred coming from all around did not cause any ripples in Li Xunhuan's ears. Cultivation will not lie. Genius cannot be hidden. Besides, he is a genius. Unlike Old Demon Han, who is said to be low-key and cautious, in fact his cultivation level is increasing much faster than a firefly in the dark. If this person has the four spiritual roots written on his forehead, it would be like the moon in the dark. Yuanying would want to open his skull to see what is special about this boy. In order to ascend to heaven in the later period of the human world, Han Lao Mo completely transformed himself into a robbery cultivator and robbed the world of opportunities. Gou? After a hundred years, Old Demon Han will no longer live in disgrace. If he doesn't act carelessly now, wouldn't he avoid taking a hundred years of detour? His eyes swept through the various people in the audience, and he bowed to the Taoist friend at the registration desk and expressed his gratitude. "That's it, thank you fellow Taoist." "You are so polite, my friend." The middle-aged monk quickly returned the greeting, without any of the arrogance he had shown before. He pointed to the huge pavilion behind him and said, "Fellow Daoist, please come this way. There is still some time before the Ascension Conference begins. You can close your eyes and rest here." Li Xunhuan looked in the direction the other party pointed, and saw that there were not many people, only eight. All of them are cultivators at the eleventh level of Qi training. There is no twelfth level of Qi training.

As expected, everyone despised the Demonic Path with their mouths and supported the leader of the Hehuan Sect with their feet. really not bad. In this way, he can use his realm to suppress others. Thinking of this, he also took a special look at the ages of the others. They were all between thirty and forty, and there was no old monk in his sixties. Safety. Xiang Zhili is not here. Fortunately, he was not there, otherwise he would have immediately turned left and headed for the Yanyue Sect. Before the Ascension Conference began, Li Xunhuan found a place, put down his cushion, and closed his eyes to rest. Seeing this, the other eight monks who were pretending to close their eyes and rest breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, I was not forced to give up my seat. There are good and bad independent cultivators, and some people just like to be in other people's positions. They were not particularly worried about Li Xunhuan's cultivation. At the Ascension Conference, the martial arts performances in the arena appear to be random battles between two people, but in fact they are arranged by humans. For those with higher cultivation levels, the organizers will arrange opponents with lower cultivation levels for them. On the contrary, the number of cultivators with medium cultivation is the largest, so the martial arts performances are also the most brutal. After all, they have the same level of cultivation, and no one is willing to submit to the other. Naturally, they don’t care about life and death, and everyone wants to be the winner. This is also the reason why the Ascension Conference was so tragic. . . . As time passed and the deadline approached, more and more candidates signed up. It's not that they were late, but they wanted to fish in troubled waters. "What's wrong with me being forty years and five hundred days old? Isn't it forty if you round it up?" "Don't be fooled by my old appearance and osteoporosis. I'm actually only 18 years old." "I have pity on you. I entered the world of immortal cultivation at the age of 32. I practiced hard every day and reached the tenth level of Qi training in ten years. You tell me that you don't allow me to sign up?" The middle-aged monk watched coldly, there were idiots every year. You don't even know where this place is and how dare you cause trouble! Two foundation-building auras came from an unknown place, and the threat of losing one's life at any time made the scene silent. "snort,." The person who had caused trouble earlier immediately vomited blood. Not only did they not dare to resist, but they also bowed and saluted. "Thank you, senior, for showing mercy."

There is only a fine line between Qi training and foundation building, yet they are like two different species. The foundation-building aura disappeared, as if it had never appeared, but the independent cultivators at the scene knew that there were two foundation-building cultivators in charge of the Ascension Conference in Huangfeng Valley, and they became even more timid. Thus, five days later, the registration period ended and the Ascension Conference kicked off. "Fellow Daoists, please leave the square within ten breaths. You will bear the consequences at your own risk." Without waiting for the casual cultivator to make a move, the middle-aged cultivator bowed and saluted. "Master, please set up the formation," "can." In the huge and wide square, the "sensible" cultivators had already left, and there was no one there. Suddenly, thunder roared out of nowhere. Forty green stone pillars rose from the ground, not very high, only nine meters. The stone pillar emitted a green light and disappeared in an instant. Only cultivators can see that the four stone pillars serve as the backbone, forming a round sky and square square formation arena. The four seasons, day and night, rain and drought are constantly changing in the arena. Seeing is believing. The casual cultivators who had heard about this before immediately exclaimed, "It's a small five-element restriction. When a cultivator enters, celestial and geographical phenomena will appear randomly. But this space is not big?" "Fellow Daoist, you are ignorant. The space inside this restriction is very large. Even if a cultivator in the Qi training stage keeps flying in one direction, he will not be able to reach the edge." "It is said that only by building a foundation can one break the barrier and escape from the formation." "I've learned a lot," "Silence." At this time, the voice of the foundation-building cultivator was heard again. The crowd calmed down again, and only the elder said, "let's start." As the foundation-building cultivator finished speaking, ten disciples who were the consuls of the sect and were wearing yellow fir clothes from the Yellow Maple Valley stepped out and flew over the arena. said sharply, "The cultivator whose name I call out will enter the ring within thirty breaths and fight one-on-one. The fight will end when one of them surrenders or dies. Those who are outdated will be automatically eliminated." "Group one, Li Xunhuan, Cao Jun." Li Xunhuan had already stood up and was eating melons with other casual cultivators, watching the entire process of the Qingyun Mountain Ascension Conference. Useless knowledge grows. When he heard the consular monk calling his name, he flew away immediately. A moment before entering the formation, he happened to look at the sect's disciples, who were nodding to him.

It seems that I saw it wrong. He hasn't even entered the sect yet, but the other party has already given him preferential treatment because of his talent? So what kind of treatment will you receive once you enter the sect? can not imagine. At that time, the middle-aged scholars and fat and thin monks of the Black Evil Sect from Qingyun Market came in full force and just happened to see Li Xunhuan's disappearing back. "This kid is in trouble. Meeting Li Xunhuan, a master of Qi training at the twelfth level, it will be like an uncle beating his nephew. It will be easy." "By the way, where did this Li Xun Huan come from?" "Where did he come from? He said it when he registered. He is from Jiayuan City. He accidentally acquired basic skills while studying. He gave up his official position and went out to seek the truth. He got an opportunity unexpectedly and has been practicing ever since." The middle-aged scholar was shocked when he heard the voice. How could he be Li Xun Huan? ! (End of this chapter)