Chapter 712 Knocked Out

The ice pool is located behind the Xiaoji Peak of the two Jindan elders. When approaching this place, Ye Chunyang clearly felt that the cold air was several times more condensed than when he was outside, and the trace of Xuanhan Qi refined in his body also beat more frequently.

After flying with Mingrong for about half an incense stick of time, Ye Chunyang stopped on a platform outside the ice pool. At this time, the whole valley was covered with a thick layer of white ice, but because Feixianmen had taken measures in advance, these cold air did not cause any damage except for a little discomfort. On the contrary, after approaching, he could feel a pure spiritual energy surrounding it.

"This Arctic ice pool is indeed a strange place. It can be accompanied by such a powerful spiritual energy when the Xuanhan Qi is formed."

Ye Chunyang was secretly amazed when he released his spiritual sense to perceive it.

Such a place full of spiritual energy is hard to find in the outside world.

When he scanned it with his peripheral vision, he saw a deep ice cave located in the center of the valley, surrounded by a grand magic circle, and amazing cold air was diffused from time to time.

"It turns out that the ice pool is not a pool of water, but an ice cave." Ye Chunyang's eyes flashed slightly, and he had a better understanding of the situation here.

Just as he and Ming Rong landed, streams of light shot from the surrounding peaks one after another. Soon, the ice cave was full of people. Su Qin, Fan Miao, Si Kongxian, and Lu Fu, four immortals, brought their disciples to come.

Stopping on the platform to watch, the four people stared at the Arctic Ice Pool with a hint of excitement, but for some reason, they all did not show it, and each took their disciples to find a place to sit down.

As the number of people continued to increase, the platform was full of people, and the atmosphere gradually became hot.

Everyone had already felt the spiritual energy coming from the ice pool.

Ye Chunyang saw Princess Hong Xiao in his sight. She followed behind Hong Xiao, with an excited and solemn expression on her face. When she saw Ye Chunyang's eyes, she smiled slightly and relaxed a little.

Ye Chunyang also smiled back, and then sat down with Ming Rong.

At the same time, he also noticed the disciple named Ren Xinghai behind Fan Miao. The latter looked straight ahead, with an arrogant look, as if he was determined to win the first prize of the conference.

Ye Chunyang sneered at this. Although he didn't know the identity and purpose of this person, he was quite capable to sneak into Feixianmen without Fan Miao's eyes.

Although he thought so in his heart, Ye Chunyang didn't care too much. Even if this person really had other plans, as long as it didn't hinder him, Ye Chunyang didn't want to care too much.

Besides, this was just a competition among disciples in the Qi Refining Stage. It was a monster level for him, a great man in the late stage of magic power, to participate. Now the only thing he was interested in was the Five Veins Immortal who was at the same level as him. They would never miss such a rare opportunity in a hundred years. After entering the ice pool, they had to find a way to avoid them.

Thinking of this, Ye Chunyang immediately fell silent and sat there motionless.

At this moment, two powerful auras appeared in the air. As soon as everyone looked up, they saw two old men with ancient appearances. One had kind eyes and white hair and beard, and the other had dark eyes, like the starry sky.

As soon as they landed, a powerful aura emanated.

"These two are the two elders Hua Yun and Hong Ji of our sect. Daoist friends must be careful." Ye Chunyang was observing, and suddenly heard Ming Rong's voice transmission in his ears.

Ye Chunyang nodded imperceptibly, and his eyes flashed a few times before he stood up with everyone.

"Greetings to the two elders."

The loud voice echoed in the valley, and everyone, whether the Five Veins Immortal or the disciples, saluted solemnly.

These two are the symbol of the strength of Feixianmen, and they must be respected.

"No need to be polite."

The old man surnamed Hua waved his hand and looked around at everyone with a smile.

At this time, Ye Chunyang clearly felt a powerful spiritual consciousness hovering around, and it was obvious that the old man was checking whether someone took the opportunity to sneak in.

Ye Chunyang stood still in the crowd without changing his expression, but the Origin Heavenly Scripture had quietly started to operate, and his aura disappeared instantly.

At the same time, he was also secretly surprised. He originally thought that these two elders were at least in the late stage of Jindan cultivation, but he didn't expect that only the old man surnamed Hua had reached the middle stage, and Elder Hongji was in the early stage.

"It seems that the immortal cultivation sects in Dongzhou are indeed inferior to those in Beihuang." Ye Chunyang thought so.

When in the Chaotic Demon Realm of Beihuang, there was still one in the late stage of Jindan and one in the middle stage in Tianqi Sect. In comparison, Feixian Sect was slightly worse.

This was exactly what he wanted. If a too strong master appeared in the sect, he might be discovered by him. At this moment, he didn't have to worry about anything under the old man surnamed Hua and Elder Hongji.

After checking that there was nothing unusual, the old man surnamed Hua also withdrew his spiritual sense, and flew to a high platform with Elder Hongji, looking down at everyone, and said: "This disciple selection conference is a grand event held once a hundred years by our Feixian Sect. Everyone present is the future of our sect. If you can stand out in this conference, you can get the first chance to enter the Arctic Ice Pool to receive spiritual energy initiation."

"I think you all know the rules without me saying much. The competition is divided into three rounds, and one winner can appear in each round. The three winners in the end are the places for spiritual energy initiation in this conference."

His voice was not loud, but it was transmitted to everyone present with great clarity under the transmission of magic power.

As he spoke, his sleeves rolled up, and a loud rumbling sound came from his feet. Thick ice on all sides exploded one after another. Then the old man surnamed Hua moved his two fingers, and spiritual light shot out from his fingertips, cutting out three empty arenas in the ice layer.

After doing this, he raised his hand and waved it again, and dozens of white light balls fell in front of the disciples.

"Here are the lottery numbers for each competition arena. All participating disciples will go on stage according to their lottery numbers. If you are ready, please begin!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man surnamed Hua and Elder Hongji sat back down, closed their eyes and began to observe quietly.

The disciples were excited, and they all stepped forward to grab the ball of light and open it, then looked around, as if looking for their opponents on the same stage.

Ye Chunyang calmly stretched out his hand, held a ball of light in his hand, and quickly saw his signature number.

With a quick glance, Ye Chunyang frowned, a bit of weirdness flashed across his face, and then he walked towards a ring in the middle.

He was actually the first person to participate in the selection.

"Hey, who is this person? He looks very handsome. Is he a new disciple who has just started?"

"This person seems to be called Ye Chunyang, and he is a disciple of Uncle Mingrong. It is said that he is the only one from Uncle Mingrong's family to participate this time."

"Really? Then I guess he is going to be unlucky. Just now I saw that the person who also got the first lottery number was Senior Brother Chen Yu, who is under Master Fan Miao. He is a master who has reached the fifth level of Qi refining and expelling objects. This The boy doesn’t seem to have much cultivation, I’m afraid he’s going to have a hard time in this first game!”

"His opponent is actually a disciple of Uncle Fan? It is said that Uncle Fan and Master Ming have always been at odds. If this man named Ye loses, I'm afraid Master Ming's face will not look good, right?"

"..."

As soon as Ye Chunyang came on stage, there was a burst of whispers below, and several disciples were whispering to each other, looking at Ye Chunyang with curiosity or gloating.

At the same time, a figure slowly walked out of the crowd. He was a tall man with a rough face and sharp eyes. He quickly stood opposite Ye Chunyang.

From the discussion in the audience, Ye Chunyang learned that this person was Fan Miao's disciple named Chen. When he saw him standing opposite, he looked at him with slight interest.

"Are you Ye Chunyang?"

The disciple surnamed Chen looked askance and looked arrogant.

Ye Chunyang nodded slightly.

His silence made the disciple surnamed Chen mistake it for arrogance, and he couldn't help frowning and said: "You are not very lucky. You met me in the first scene. Considering your young age, I don't want to If I hurt you, get off the stage and lose more decently."

Ye Chunyang rolled his eyes when he heard this. This man's cultivation was not very good, but he felt good about himself.

"Senior brother, please take action." Ye Chunyang sighed and bowed.

"Seek death!"

The man surnamed Chen sneered, and without a word he clapped one hand, and a startling rainbow flew out of the Qiankun bag. In an instant, white light shimmered, and a flying sword flashed in this man's hand.

This flying sword is very strange. It only has a hilt and no sword body. But if you look carefully, you will see a faint sword energy emanating from it.

After sacrificing the sword, the disciple surnamed Chen raised his hand, formed a sword formula with his fingers, and recited a low spell in his mouth. The faint sword energy looked dazzling under the refraction of the sun, and he actually had a bit of momentum in his life. .

"Sword-controlling skills! Senior Brother Chen has indeed mastered the magic of repelling objects!"

As the swords moved together, there was a burst of surprised sounds from the audience.

Ye Chunyang looked at the low-priced spell that he had used many years ago and couldn't help but touch his nose. Then he reached into his arms and felt a dark iron ring in his hand.

It was actually the mysterious iron ring that Xu Shengqi forced on him before leaving the house.

"Inferior magical weapon?" The man surnamed Chen looked at the iron ring in Ye Chunyang's hand. He was surprised at first, then raised his head and laughed, saying disdainfully: "I'm afraid my brain is broken, my dust-free sword is You must be impatient to deal with such a high-level magical weapon with such a low-level weapon!"

Ye Chunyang shook his head. The magic weapon on his body was too high-level. To avoid scaring others, it was better to keep a low profile.

Seeing Ye Chunyang's nonchalant look, the disciple surnamed Chen was filled with anger, and he immediately struck down with the Wuchen Sword with a cold look.

The blazing sword light filled the air, and its power was probably several times stronger than that of an average person at the fifth level of Qi Refining. However, as soon as the sword power came out, the pupils of the disciple surnamed Chen also opened up little by little.

Under the impact of the sword light, Ye Chunyang remained motionless and tossed the black iron ring in his hand.

There were several "bang bang" sounds, and under the incredulous gaze of the disciple surnamed Chen, his dust-free sword exploded into powder upon impact with the ring, and was thrown towards his head without any hindrance.

There is no spiritual power fluctuation, nor any spell blessing, it is just thrown away.

There was a loud "clang", and a piercing scream suddenly sounded from the stage. The disciple surnamed Chen only felt pain in his head. He rolled his eyes before he even had time to cast the spell to protect his body, and he fell unconscious.

He was knocked unconscious by Ye Chunyang's casually thrown low-level magic weapon.