Chapter 320: First Battle, Half-Saint of Painting (Two in One)

Lin Qingying did not wait for Li Hao and Lin Shanhai, and took the lead to go to the Holy Land.

She went to gather and compete as a disciple.

After Li Hao and Lin Shanhai tidied up, they left slowly.

The two of them flew halfway and met Zhao Yingzhen, Shi Huajin and others dressed in luxurious clothes. They also went to watch the competition together. Although they were alchemists, such an event was extremely lively. It only happened once in a hundred years, and no one was there. Willing to miss out.

"Old Lin, this Sword God battle is fiercely contested. Is Qingying sure of being in the top five?"

After meeting, Zhao Yingzhen asked with a smile.

Lin Shanhai shook his head and said: "Who can say for sure? The other saints and saints are not good at it either. There are more than ten saints and saints, and it is very difficult to be among the top ten!"

The Sword Ancestor Holy Land has a large number of disciples. There are millions of outer sect disciples and tens of thousands of inner sect disciples. They are all carefully selected geniuses.

The Canglan Realm is vast and vast, with many dynasties and a population of hundreds of millions. In addition to the three holy places, there are also many other first-rate forces.

As for the disciples who can become disciples in the Holy Land, even the outer sect disciples, among those first-rate forces, also have the hope to join the inner sect. As for the inner sect disciples, they are all geniuses from the same realm, and they all start with ninth-level combat qualifications.

The best among them either have amazing understanding or even greater talents, and a few even have special physiques.

In the hometown of the dynasty, they were famous top monsters, but when gathered in the Holy Land, they were just ordinary members among millions of outer disciples.

Just like in the story, a great mortal man strives to ascend, but in the end he becomes just a pawn among a hundred thousand heavenly soldiers.

"Indeed, don't put too much pressure on Qingying. It would be good to be in the top ten. There are already many talented people, and now saints like to use incarnations to practice practice. The competition among these young children has become more intense."

Shi Huajin said to Lin Shanhai.

"Of course, I never ask about her cultivation. No matter what rank she is, she is number one in my heart. Even if she stops practicing, as an ordinary person, I, Old Lin, can still afford to raise a granddaughter. " Lin Shanhai said.

"It's fair to think about it, but you don't need to push that child Qingying. She works harder than anyone else. I heard that she has condensed the ultimate judo body. Is it possible that she is the incarnation of the saint from the Yin Yang family?"

Zhao Yingzhen asked curiously.

Lin Shanhai's face darkened: "She is no one's incarnation, she is herself!"

Zhao Yingzhen was stunned and smiled.

Shi Huajin rolled her eyes at him. Who didn't know that Lao Lin loved his granddaughter very much, and they depended on each other for their lives. This was a pot that he would not open or lift.

Several people walked together, and after flying out of the area where the alchemist lived, they headed to the holy mountain of the Sword Ancestor Holy Land.

The Sword Ancestor Holy Land is distributed regionally. The outer disciples can only live in the peaks outside the holy mountain. Only the inner disciples can practice on the holy mountain and have the opportunity to listen to the saint's teachings. The saints and saints have exclusive practices. The holy peak gathers the energy of heaven and earth, and one can practice thousands of miles on it.

After flying slowly for thousands of miles, they arrived at the Holy Mountain half an hour later.

This holy mountain is majestic and vast, and its standing mountain can be faintly seen hundreds of miles away. At this moment, clouds and mist surround the mountainside, making it impossible to see the true appearance of the top of the mountain.

As they approached the Holy Mountain, thousands of streams of light could be seen flying from all directions, all of which were the outer disciples who had come to watch the battle.

In this battle for the Sword God, the outer disciples are not eligible to participate, and only the inner disciples can compete. In the end, they will be eliminated and compete with the strongest geniuses in the Holy Land such as the Saint and the Son.

The selection arena for the first battle is on the mountainside. The area is vast and there are ten arenas competing at the same time.

After the top 100 are selected, they will gather at the top of the mountain and chase the last ten under the eyes of the saint.

At this moment, all I could see was clouds and mist surrounding the mountainside. In an extremely empty and vast place, there were ten huge arenas, surrounded by law barriers.

Outside the arena is the auditorium for the outer disciples. This kind of swordsmanship competition between geniuses is also a rare learning opportunity for the outer disciples like them.

When the Sword God War is over, the outer disciples will start a new round of competition for the seats of the inner disciples, and many people will stand out by then.

At this moment, the auditorium outside the venue was divided into various areas and covered by noise reduction regulations, so although some voices could be heard, it did not sound too noisy.

Otherwise, when millions of people gather together, even if they are whispering, it will be noisy and chaotic.

In addition to the auditorium for these outer disciples, there are also floating seats in mid-air, with a better view, and you can see the situation on ten arenas at the same time.

These seats are prepared for alchemists such as Lin Shanhai, in addition to the weapon refiners in the Holy Land, other management deacons, dynasty law enforcers and other people with status and power in the Holy Land.

At this moment, the auditorium for the outer disciples below was already very lively and most of the seats were full.

Only about half of the thousands of seats in the air came.

Lin Shanhai took Li Hao, Zhao Yingzhen and others to the seats in the alchemist area.

Their arrival naturally attracted the attention of some disciples. Many outer disciples were thinking of these alchemy masters and wanted to curry favor with them but had no way. Only now could they have a chance to peek into their true appearance.

"Look, it's a senior alchemist!"

"That person I have met is Alchemist Lin. I relied on the Body Casting Pill he refined before to reach the realm of immortality."

"There is a junior alchemist in my family who is already a worshiper in my family. Even my father has to look at his face to act. Senior alchemist, if you are willing to help, you can easily cultivate a strong man in the Wen Dao realm. !”

"It's not that exaggerated. After reaching the Four Standing Realm, the effectiveness of the elixir on the body will be reduced."

"That's because you have little knowledge. Have you ever heard of Wen Dao Fruit? Some high-level alchemists' elixirs can produce similar effects. Although they can't help you Wen Dao 100%, they can increase your chances of promotion."

"That's right, and the most powerful thing about a senior alchemist is the network of people. If they have enough friendships and are willing to speak for you, they can summon their friends to help you refine. Even a waste can be supported to become a strong person."

"Did you see that those are all high-level alchemists?"

"Is the young man in the middle the same? It's impossible, right?"

"That must be one of their direct disciples."

"Nonsense, that's Alchemist Qingfeng. I met him before when I helped deliver medicinal materials."

"Alchemist Qingfeng? He is Alchemist Qingfeng?!"

Many people were a little surprised when they heard the name of Alchemist Qingfeng.

Although I have never met Li Hao, Master Qingfeng's reputation has become extremely famous recently. Everyone knows that there is Master Qingfeng in the circle of alchemists. He has a wide network of contacts and masters a unique method of refining medicinal materials. Ask him for help. Alchemy can basically be successful!

On the empty seats, Li Hao, Lin Shanhai and others were already seated.

"It seems that your name is very famous, and these little guys also know it."

Lin Shanhai couldn't help but smile at Li Hao when he heard the whispers below.

Li Hao also noticed it, but he only found it a bit funny. It was a bit strange that he, a person who had never practiced alchemy before, had now become the famous Qingfeng Alchemist.

"Who makes Qingfeng's purification techniques really irreplaceable? These little guys are also well-informed."

Shi Huajin smiled.

"If Qingfeng wants to become an alchemist, I can teach you, and it doesn't count as a disciple." Zhao Yingzhen said immediately.

Lin Shanhai said angrily: "Stop making calculations. I told Qingfeng a long time ago that if he is willing, he will have a chance to become a high-level alchemist now."

Zhao Yingzhen was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly.

Li Hao's eyes fell on the ten arenas. On the edge of the arena, many inner disciples gathered. What surprised Li Hao was that the auras of these inner disciples were all deep and restrained. The lowest level was at the Four Standing Realm!

Some of them have outstanding figures, standing in the crowd as dazzling as the sun. They have reached the realm of hearing the Tao, and their auras are restrained and deep, both obscure and sharp.

Li Hao felt slightly silent in his heart. Only the inner disciples had the strength to hear the Tao. This was the foundation of the Holy Land.

During the Great Yu Dynasty for so many years, apart from Lord Buddha, there was only one Zhenren Qin who was in charge.

As for whether there are other realms of seclusion and listening to the Tao, it is unknown. Even if there are, there are at most one or two who have reached the top.

The six Taoist realms killed in the Imperial Palace before were probably the six inner disciples of the Holy Land of the Void. They were all Taoist realms and were considered the best among the inner disciples.

But among the inner disciples of the Sword Ancestor Holy Land, there are at least hundreds of such outstanding figures.

This is the difference between the Holy Land and the human dynasty. They are as powerful as dragons and ants.

"Qingying is over there."

Shi Huajin raised his finger. Opposite the ten arenas, there were three figures standing together. Many powerful figures in the Holy Land gathered around them. But in front of these three figures, there were more than a dozen dignified and outstanding figures. The figures are like transcendent stars, making people dare not look directly at them.

The leader of the inner disciples, who was as bright as the blazing sun, was somewhat overshadowed by these people.

"Those are the three half-saints in the Holy Land."

Lin Shanhai introduced Li Hao.

Li Hao glanced at it. The three half-saints were second only to the saints. Although the gap between the half-saints and the saints was huge, compared with the Wen Dao realm, the half-saints were also crushing and had absolute dominance.

The three people, a man and a woman, all looked middle-aged, and there was an old man with an erratic and restrained aura, but he was like a sacred mountain that seemed far away and yet close. Standing there, he seemed to be rooted in the heaven and earth, towering and motionless.

Just the momentum he exuded casually made Li Hao feel a strong sense of oppression.

He was solemn and vaguely sensed that with his current strength, even if he could easily suppress the Dao Dharma realm, if he fought with this semi-sage, the outcome would be unpredictable and he would most likely lose.

Semi-saints have a long lifespan, and most of them are in extreme situations. They are only half a step away from being able to become saints. They are already considered to be the best geniuses of their generation. Defeating them in adverse circumstances is basically as difficult as climbing to the sky.

"For this primary election, you can just watch it here. If you don't want to watch it, you can go back."

In front of the ten arenas, the middle-aged man with a tall and towering figure, whose shoulders seemed to be able to lift the world, said calmly to the dozen saints and saints in front of him.

After hearing his words, the expressions of more than a dozen people were relatively dull. Some stood quietly with their clothes fluttering, wanting to see what level these top inner disciples had reached.

Others simply bowed their hands to the three semi-saints, then turned and left, not bothering to look more here.

For many saints and saints, their competitive eyes are basically focused on other saints and saints, and they have little interest in lower-level inner disciples.

Anyway, it will eventually become a stepping stone for them.

"Holy Son Haoyue didn't come, he must be in retreat."

"He may be planning to wait for the Top 100 Battle before showing up. He doesn't like this level of battle, and coming here is just a waste of time."

"We said goodbye thirty years ago, and I don't know what level he has reached now. This time, I'm really looking forward to it."

Several familiar saints and saints had a hint of fighting intent in their eyes when they mentioned a certain saint.

There are many saints, but some of them have extremely famous reputations, such as the Holy Son of Haoyue.

"There are many rising stars this time. Don't just focus on Holy Son Haoyue and let other little guys catch up."

A graceful saint, with a hazy gauze face and eyes like autumn water, glanced at a figure with fluttering white clothes next to her.

After hearing her words, the eyes of the other saints and saints also shifted. Some stared slightly, while others looked indifferent.

"I heard about the bone mirror test. You are less than twenty-seven years old, so you can be considered the youngest among us, right?"

A young man with a tall figure and sharp eyebrows and starry eyes said with great interest.

"After all, he is a direct descendant of the Sword Master. Just like Holy Son Haoyue, he is probably as capable as Holy Son Haoyue thirty years ago."

The other saint said calmly.

They chatted casually and did not hide anything. They all revealed their confidence and calmness in themselves and did not care about offending or provoking.

After all, in this Sword God battle, both sides may be competitors.

What's more, although they are both saint sons, if they want to get the incense of the Sword Ancestor Holy Land and become a new Sword Master, there is only one quota. They are each other's enemies, unless one is willing to withdraw from this competition.

Hearing the discussion of these people, Bian Ruxue, who was dressed in snow, looked silent and ignored them. He just watched the ten arenas in front of him quietly.

She did not plan to leave, but wanted to see the leaders among these inner disciples. The strength of those top inner disciples was not much inferior to that of the Son and Saint Daughter. Some of them even had the chance to win after the last election of the Son and Saint Daughter. He has made a breakthrough, and now he may have the power of a saint son or a saint.

Although this possibility is extremely low, it is not impossible.

On the other side, Lin Qingying was also looking indifferently, not interested in the discussions around her, and did not participate.

She knew that everyone around her was her opponent, and her only companion was the sword in her hand.

Soon, after chatting, more than a dozen saints and saints left one after another. In the end, only five stayed here to watch.

These saints and saints were extremely eye-catching. As they left, many disciples in the audience noticed and started talking in low voices.

In front of the arena, the inner disciples who were waiting to prepare for the battle also noticed it, and immediately felt a sense of contempt, but they knew that there was nothing they could do about it. The other party was the Son of God and the Saint, who was much stronger than them.

However, a few people here had cold eyes.

Before long, the auditorium gradually became overcrowded, and the floating seats gradually became nearly full.

The preliminary selection for the Sword God Battle also begins at this moment.

There are two challenge rules for the preliminary round, one is a two-by-two duel, and the other is a main challenge. After ten rounds, you can directly advance to the top 100 and skip other competitions later.

The defensive battle is prepared for those who are confident in their strength, and the random duel between two pairs allows other inner disciples to have the opportunity to learn from each other.

The three Half-Saints sat in charge, and following the explanation of the rules of the Sword God Battle, they began to select people.

They gathered the disciples' badges of the contestants together and randomly distributed them in the void using rules.

The disciples who chose to defend the ring had already taken the lead in arriving at the middle ring.

In the old days, sword-god battles and defensive battles were often more eye-catching. Leaders in the inner sect would choose this trouble-free method.

"Hey, the first person to take the stage in the battle is Mu Feng."

"He is also one of the best among the inner disciples. It is normal for him to choose to defend the ring this time."

"He asked me to refine the Dao Condensing Pill a few days ago. Qingfeng, you came to help me, remember?"

Zhao Yingzhen said to Li Hao.

Li Hao nodded, somewhat impressed.

"How about it, old rules, what's the bet? I'll go first. The intermediate fire purifying pill can purify the erysipelas in the body. However, there will be a little erysipelas left in the body, but it is very small in comparison."

An old man said, with a smile on his face.

Shi Huajin smiled and said: "Okay, I will also accompany you with a medium-sized elixir, Zijin Dan, which can increase physical strength. One elixir can increase the strength by about 50,000 kilograms. It is only effective if you take three pills."

"I'm not familiar with him, so I'll just give him a junior prescription." Lin Shanhai also joined in.

Everyone else also successively chose the recipe to bet on, and then began to select the number of rounds and odds to bet on.

Li Hao listened on the sidelines and found that they had formulated extremely detailed betting rules, which were somewhat similar to Texas Hold'em poker?

Gee, who said the ancients couldn't play? As long as you have enough time, don't spend too much time playing.

"Qingfeng, do you want to come and play?"

Zhao Yingzhen asked Li Hao.

Li Hao shook his head: "I don't understand this, so I won't accompany you."

"Go, go, don't drag Qingfeng into the water." Lin Shanhai said angrily.

It's not a good thing to get involved in this kind of thing.

The others didn't try to persuade him. Li Hao took out the brushes and drawing board that he had prepared from the space of heaven and earth and began to grind the ink.

To say that the one who gained the most from this battle, no one should be able to compare with him... Li Hao was very pleased with himself. When he was ready to master the ink, he set up a drawing board and began to trace the three semi-saints.

Not knowing how much painting experience the existence of the Semi-Saint Realm could provide, Li Hao felt a little excited.

"Qingfeng, what are you doing?"

Shi Huajin noticed Li Hao's strange behavior and was a little surprised.

The other alchemists also looked over and were shocked by Li Hao's strange behavior.

Li Hao smiled and said, "It's a rare grand scene, so I'll draw it as a souvenir."

Lin Shanhai knew that Li Hao liked to paint Taoism, and his painting style was very profound. He smiled and said: "You can just paint, but don't disturb him. Qingfeng's paintings are outstanding."

"oh?"

Everyone else looked surprised, and immediately became interested, wanting to wait for Li Hao to finish the painting.

Li Hao began to paint seriously.

The three half-saints stood together, and Li Hao was observing and painting at the same time. However, painting for a strong man was not easy. The reason why he had rich experience in painting was mainly because Li Hao needed to concentrate on observation, but as he learned more about the three semi-saints, Observation, one's own mental strength is also depleting, as if peering into a maze.

The semi-saint's aura was restrained and deep, making him feel that it was difficult to copy and describe.

"Um?"

In the distance, the three half-saints noticed that they were being watched. They raised their eyes and glanced away. Their eyes suddenly fell on the floating seats and saw the young man setting up the drawing board.

Soon, they noticed that Li Hao was surrounded by alchemists.

"Whose disciple is that person? He dares to offend like this." The woman's eyebrows were mature and her eyes were deep and cold.

"It's not necessarily an offense. I took a look with my mind and saw that he was painting for us. He probably admires and admires him and wants to keep the painting for us. It seems that the painting is not bad."

The burly middle-aged man looked calm, with a smile on his face.

"That's not someone's disciple. Recently, an alchemist with the ability to refine medicinal materials has appeared among the alchemists. It should be that young man. He is sitting with Lin Shanhai. I remember his name is Qingfeng Alchemist."

The old man glanced at it, then withdrew his gaze and said calmly.

"Alchemist Qingfeng?"

The woman's eyes moved slightly. She had obviously heard of this name before. The coldness in her eyes dissipated a little. When she swept away her mind, she immediately discovered that her figure appeared on the other party's drawing board, and she had a beautiful appearance...

"Since there is no intention to offend, forget it."

She relaxed her brows and said calmly.

The exchange between the three Half-Saints was not concealed. Lin Qingying and Bian Ruxue heard it. Lin Qingying raised her head and saw that Li Hao had really set up a drawing board and was actually tracing the Half-Saints. She couldn't help but feel speechless. A hint of humor.

It has been almost a year since Li Hao came here. In the past year of getting along with him, she can be considered to be completely familiar with this person. Apart from painting and sculpture, she really doesn't do anything else.

Except for refining medicinal materials.

"Um?"

Bian Ruxue also raised her head and looked over. When she heard the word "painting", her heart moved inexplicably and she looked towards the floating seat.

The drawing board blocked her from seeing the man's face, but for some reason, the drawing board set up gave her a familiar feeling in her bones, and the blood all over her body seemed to speed up a little in an instant.