Eternal Tranquility

"You have to be careful, there are many people who want to challenge you!" Lian Zhen's words made the atmosphere in the hall even more heated.

The Kunzhong Conference is actually open to everyone in the world of immortality, so there are not only Qingming monks present, but also several people from Jiuyou.

Liu Qinghuan glanced at everyone, smiled lightly and said: "It's rare to encounter such a grand event, so I will thank you all for your advice!"

Not many people could fight against Dao Kui. Many people were a little moved, but more people just smiled and avoided looking.

What a joke! Thinking about Daokui's glorious achievements, anyone without two skills is not qualified to be his opponent!

Even Lian Zhen himself was not sure. If he could have fought against the opponent when he had just advanced to Mahayana, now Liu Qinghuan's strength has increased a lot, and he no longer has the confidence to stand opposite him.

Tai Qing was the only one present who was calm and composed. He stroked his long beard and said with a smile: "Fellow Taoist Taiwei, you and I have never fought before, do you want to compare notes?"

Taiqing, one of the eight elders of the Qingming Presbyterian Church, the helmsman of Wuxiang Xuanwei of the Five Halls, ranked among the Four Extremes, and the ninth level of cultivation in the Mahayana period.

"Okay!" Liu Qinghuan's eyes lit up, and he responded immediately: "It is an honor for me to compete with fellow Taoist. I hope that fellow Taoist will be lenient when the time comes!"

He has never seen Tai Qing take action, but he became famous very early and his strength is unfathomable. Although the Four Extremes were not ranked in order, before he joined, Taiqing was recognized as the most powerful among the Four.

Liu Qinghuan longed for opponents, but as his cultivation level became higher and higher, there were fewer and fewer opponents in the world of immortality, and almost all of these people were famous people or had huge forces behind them.

As Lian Zhen said, when a person has both fame and strength, many interests will be considered when fighting against others, and he will be more reserved and respect his identity, and will not easily expose his weaknesses.

Even in the Konzuka Tournament, even if it is said to be the end of the game, if you lose on the court, does it really have no impact?

impossible! The world of cultivating immortals is essentially a law of the jungle. Whoever is stronger will be able to take the table and get more tangible and intangible benefits and prestige.

Just like Liu Qinghuan, if he loses a match, his reputation as a Taoist priest will inevitably be affected, even if he himself does not pay attention to these false reputations.

Since Liu Qinghuan accepted the challenge, Taiqing's expression became solemn, and he nodded: "You are tired from the journey. You have just arrived at the Xuanhuang Realm after a long journey, so you need to rest for three or two days, and you and I will compete again..."

Suddenly, a voice sounded: "Wang Shouyin, wait a moment, let me come first!"

Everyone turned to look at the door in surprise, and saw a middle-aged male cultivator walking through the door carelessly. His robes were rumpled, and his hair was messy and tied back casually. He looked very unkempt.

The eighth level of Mahayana!

Liu Qinghuan's heart shuddered slightly: the monks who have survived the seventh level of karma have mostly converted their spiritual power into immortal energy, and their strength has also doubled, so they are not easy to deal with.

He turned his eyes slightly and found that most of the people in the hall didn't seem to recognize the person coming, and even Lian Zhen looked puzzled.

"Who is this?" He looked at Taiqing, and saw Taiqing's rare dark and stern face, staring at the man and saying: "What are you doing here?"

"You can come, why can't I come? The conference is open to your family?"

The man didn't care about Tai Qing's attitude. He walked up to Liu Qinghuan and looked him up and down very rudely: "How did you become a Taoist leader with such a low cultivation level?"

Liu Qinghuan raised his eyebrows, and before he could speak, he heard Taiqing shout in a low voice: "Zhou Jiyuan! If you don't stay in your pure state of mind, why are you running out? And can't you change your clothes when you go out? Look at you What a description!”

That man - Zhou Jiyuan glanced at him sideways and said angrily: "What I say is none of your business! Wang Shouyin, I didn't talk to you, so shut up!"

Everyone was stunned: What kind of status does Taiqing have in the world of immortality, and someone dared to angrily reprimand him in front of him? Who is this person?

Taiqing's expression returned to calm at this moment, and he turned to Liu Qinghuan and said: "Fellow Taoist, you don't need to pay attention to this broken man. His name is Zhou Jiyuan, his Taoist name is Wuchang, he is a wild cultivator, and he has been a good friend of mine for many years."

Liu Qinghuan stood up and bowed his hands to the other party as a gift: "Fellow Taoist Wichang!"

Taiqing didn't give the man a chance to speak, and continued: "Fellow Taoist Taiwei, the way he cultivates is a bit weird, so you can accept the challenge or not, don't worry too much..."

"No!" Zhou Jiyuan shouted: "If he doesn't accept it, I will lift the roof of your Wuxiang Xuanwei Qiannian Palace!"

Taiqing scolded: "Don't make trouble unreasonably!"

"Why am I making trouble unreasonably?" Zhou Jiyuan sneered: "Everyone can come to the Kunzhong Conference. I give him a battle invitation and it's just to see if he accepts it. What does it have to do with you?"

When Taiqing was about to speak, Liu Qinghuan smiled at him: "Fellow Taoist Taiqing, it's okay. I can accept his challenge."

"Fellow Taoist, you don't know something. It's not that I ignore the obstruction." Taiqing said: "In fact, he practices the art of impermanence of life and death. He must distinguish life and death at the first move. How can it be suitable for the occasion of the Kunzhong Conference!"

The whole hall was silent.

Liu Qinghuan said slowly: "You mean, he has never lost?"

"That's right!" Zhou Jiyuan laughed wildly: "Everyone I have fought against in my life has been killed by my sword!"

A streak of blood light suddenly appeared, turning into a long sword and standing beside him. Killing intent surged, and blood rage boiled.

He looked at Lian Zhen and asked slowly: "Should the Kunzhong Conference allow death fighting?"

Lian Zhen looked unhappy and said: "Yes, yes, but..."

"But what?" Zhou Jiyuan interrupted him, faced everyone, and said provocatively: "Or are you worried that Dao Kui can't win and will be killed by me?"

So arrogant, but this person obviously has the capital to be arrogant, so no one responded and everyone looked at Liu Qinghuan.

Liu Qinghuan's face was expressionless, and he suddenly smiled: "I'm sorry, I never seem to lose! And I also believe that everyone here has cultivated to the current level, and there are many people who have never lost a battle."

Because losing means death most of the time.

Taiqing and others were thoughtful, and their original worries faded a lot.

"I accept!" Liu Qinghuan said.

"Okay!" Zhou Jiyuan clapped his hands happily: "Now?"

"Can!"

Now that the two of them had made an agreement, it was hard for others to talk, so Lian Zhen led the way to the competition venue.

After passing through several palaces, a towering high-rise building appeared in front of everyone. Each floor of the building seemed to be floating in the air. A completely transparent battle platform protruded from the outside of the building, with well-proportioned layers going up. Fierce battles can be seen from far away.

There were people watching the battle upstairs and downstairs. When they saw Liu Qinghuan and his party approaching, there was a sudden sensation.

"Daokui is going to the death arena!"