Chapter 1220: The Eve

"As expected, it is the highest-standard fairy mask in the Temple of Reincarnation. Under such an illusion, it is exactly the same as me." Seeing this, Chang Qi couldn't help but said.

"Wonderful, wonderful... In this way, many elders of my Xianshan Sect may not be able to distinguish the real from the fake." Zhou Xianyang applauded even more.

"Next, I hope Fellow Daoist Chang will explain to me the characteristics of your exercises in detail." Han Lichong said to Chang Qi.

In order to avoid all kinds of troubles, he is already familiar with pretending to be others, so when he raises his hands and feet, his movements and demeanor have changed, and he looks seven points similar to Chang Qi, which makes Zhou Xianyang the two Amazed.

"Naturally." Chang Qi nodded.

"You guys talk here in detail, I'll collect the entries of each sect in this selection." Zhou Xianyang said, and left first.

In the secret room, only Han Li and the two were left discussing.

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January passed quickly.

In the early morning of this day, the entire Jiuyuan City was empty of thousands of people, and almost everyone gathered at the foot of Jiuyuan Mountain.

The selection of places for the Bodhi Banquet will be held outside the mountain gate of Jiuyuan Temple today.

Han Li had already changed his body shape and appearance a long time ago, turned into a regular relative, and followed Zhou Xianyang and several elders of Xianshan Sect to Jiuyuan Mountain.

Along the way, although Han Li didn't talk much, he occasionally exchanged a few words with several Xianshan sect elders.

The "Chang Qi" elder he pretended to be, although he has been wandering around and rarely sees other elders, but there are still one or two acquaintances among them.

However, at this time, Han Li responded freely, and he acted like a regular relative in every gesture, without showing the slightest flaw.

A few people came all the way to the foot of Jiuyuan Mountain, and saw a huge mountain towering into the sky from a distance.

The mountains are stretching and verdant, but halfway up the mountain is covered by a layer of thick clouds and fog, making it impossible to see the scenery on the mountain.

Between the clouds and the clouds, there is a faint brilliance, which is obviously a sea of ​​clouds that protects the mountains.

On the mountain peak backed by the mountain gate in front of you, there are waterfalls pouring down, rainbows flying, and the chirping of cranes and monkeys can be heard everywhere.

In front of the mountain gate, a huge square with a radius of hundreds of miles was built, in which many areas were divided, and martial arts platforms were built one by one Zhang Xu above the ground.

The area outside the Martial Arts Stage was divided by the magic circle. At this moment, tens of thousands of onlookers had gathered, from standing on the ground to floating in the sky, so densely packed that it was hard to count.

Han Li and the others walked inward to the mountain gate along the passage that had already been opened up, guided by the disciples of Jiuyuan Temple. On a huge semi-circular stone platform.

I saw a huge three-story twelve-corner archway standing high at the gate of the mountain. It was not painted in red and green like the common people at the foot of the mountain, but carved with spiritual jade, which looked like a huge piece of emerald green.

On the archway, there is also a white jade plaque, on which are written "Nine Yuan Shengjing" in ancient Chinese characters.

Han Li looked inward along the archway, and saw a mountain path of stone steps winding upwards, leading into a hazy mist, and the scene inside the mountain path was hidden, making it impossible to see clearly.

Arriving on the semi-circular stone platform, Han Li saw that rows of seats had already been set up on it, and they were also densely distributed, facing the dozens of martial arts platforms in front.

They Xianshanzong and others were led by the disciples of Jiuyuan Temple to a seat on the left side a little far from the center.

Zhou Xianyang greeted several familiar sect leaders nearby, and then sat down on the seat, while the rest came to stand behind him.

"I heard that the elder Chang Qi, who has been wandering around in Guizong, has returned to the sect, and he has not been able to visit him in the past. I don't know who it is?" A white-haired old man sitting next to Zhou Xianyang looked sideways at the Xianshan sect. asked.

Han Li had checked the information collected by Zhou Xianyang before and recognized this person.

He is Zhao Yuanlai, the owner of Wuji Mountain, and the monk who is fighting for their sect this time is his brother Zhao Boluo, a late Taiyi monk who cultivates the power of the ice attribute law, and his combat power is not weak .

"Junior Brother Chang, since Zhao Shanzhu wants to get to know you, you should come to pay a visit." Zhou Xianyang laughed.

"I've met Zhao Shanzhu." Han Li stepped out in response, saluted Zhao Yuanlai, and said.

Zhao Yuanlai looked Han Li up and down, and exchanged a glance with a slender young man with a soft face and a white brocade robe behind him, as if they were communicating through sound transmission.

Han Li also knew that this person was Zhao Boluo. The two of them met their eyes and nodded.

"Shenhua is introverted and has a steady breath. It is indeed the trump card that Sect Master Zhou has kept secret all along. It seems that there is a friend of Daoist here this time. This bodhi makes Xianshan sect determined to win." Zhao Yuanlai nodded and praised in admiration.

He did a good job on the surface, but Han Li could tell that the other party didn't see how deep he was, on the contrary, he felt contemptuous.

Zhou Xianyang saw this in his eyes, and secretly laughed in his heart, if Zhao Boluo could really meet his "Junior Brother Chang" in the competition, it would be a good show.

When he and Zhao Yuanlai were complimenting and greeting each other, an elegant man in a blue bamboo-patterned gown, followed by several elegant women in plain attire, also walked up the semi-circular stone platform and walked towards a seat on the other side. past.

Seeing this person coming, Zhou Xianyang's face suddenly darkened, and a look of resentment flashed in his eyes.

Zhao Yuanlai also followed his gaze and looked over, his face also changed slightly, with a flash of disgust.

"Sikong Jian always dresses like a modest gentleman wherever he goes, but who in this Jinyuan Immortal Realm doesn't know that he is a shameless hypocrite?" Zhao Yuanlai reprimanded without lowering his voice.

Han Li also looked over there, and just as he saw Sikong Jian holding the fragrant tea offered by the woman beside him, he seemed to have heard Zhao Yuanlai's words, and looked over with slightly narrowed eyes. .

His appearance really seemed to be worthy of the word Fengshen Junyi. He raised his eyebrows and showed a provocative smile towards Zhao Yuanlai and Zhou Xianyang, and took a sip of tea.

"Why didn't this fellow bring his big disciples this time, not even their elders from Guyang Peak, but only brought some female disciples?" Zhao Yuanlai asked with some doubts.

"There's no need to guess, this old boy is probably going all out to lose face, and he wants to end up fighting with the juniors himself." Zhou Xianyang was not surprised at all, glanced over there, and said.

"This..." Zhao Yuanlai was a little surprised when he heard this.

As the head of a sect, it is not impossible to personally participate in the selection, at least it was not prohibited in the previous announcement, but the head of the general sect will take into account the status and will not do this. After all, if you miss, you will lose the entire sect face.

"Boom..."

While the two were talking, a loud bell rang suddenly from within the gate of Jiuyuan Temple.

Accompanied by the lingering sound of the bell ringing in the mountains, a colorful cloud floated up high above the sky, passed directly over the tall emerald archway, and landed on the circular stone platform.

Xiaguang flickered on the stone platform, and five figures appeared from it.

Seeing this, the surrounding sect leaders who participated in the competition stood up one after another, tidied up their appearances, and bowed to the five people in the glow.

Han Li also paid homage with the crowd, but from the corner of his eyes, he looked at those people.

I saw one of them, wearing a high golden crown on his head, and dressed in the attire of a heavenly official, with slender eyebrows and eyes, a straight nose, and thin lips.

The person on the left is dressed in a dark green Taoist robe and a lotus crown. Naturally, he is the Taoist Chunjun, the master of Jiuyuan Temple. The person on the right is of medium build, ordinary appearance, and a warm smile on his face.

There was another person beside these two people, Han Li had never seen them before, but he had heard Zhou Xianyang mention them before, so he could guess their identities.

Among them, the one on the left has a pale, swollen face, and a purple-robed old man with a big belly. He looks listless and tired. He is Venerable Tianxing, the leader of the Sun-Moon Alliance.

On the right side is a young man with a slender figure and hair like a dark cloud. His long hair stands tall and there is a lock of white hair hanging on his forehead. Master Huo Yuan.

According to Master Jingjing whom Han Li met in the Wild Crane Valley in the Heishan Immortal Territory back then, this Huoyuan Mountain Lord should already be the fifth generation Mountain Lord of Baizo Mountain.

After these five people appeared, there was a burst of warm cheers on the square.

Seeing this, Master Chunjun stepped forward, raised his hand and pressed down on the void, motioning for everyone to stop their voices, and the front of Jiuyuan Guanshan quickly became quiet.

Then, he walked back and talked with the heavenly envoy before arranging for everyone to sit down one by one.

"Coincidentally, the Bodhi Grand Meeting is just around the corner. I have received great grace from heaven, and I am willing to celebrate with the monks all over the world. Today, I am hereby authorized to promulgate the Twelve Bodhi Orders and pass them on to all the great immortal sects in my Jinyuan Immortal Domain, so that all immortal friends can have the opportunity to attend the banquet together. Enjoy Bodhi Taoism." Taoist Chunjun said loudly, facing the crowd in the square.

When everyone heard the words, they were even more ecstatic, as if they had already shared the grace of heaven at this moment.

"Heaven's grace is mighty, and the blessings of the common people..."

"Heaven's grace is mighty, and the blessings of the common people..."

...

It wasn't just whoever uttered such a sentence first, everyone responded accordingly, and the entire mountain gate was immediately submerged by stronger waves of sound.

Seeing this scene, the heavenly envoy seemed quite satisfied, with a slight smile on his face.

The people around him, except for the Venerable Tianxing who was dozing off with a belly full, the rest of them also had smiles on their faces.

At this time, an elder Jiuyuanguan who was in charge of hosting the competition came forward and said to the crowd:

"Our Jinyuan Immortal Territory has a vast land and abundant resources, and there are many immortal sects, but Bodhi Orders are limited after all. There are only a dozen or so, and it depends on the strength of all the immortal sects here."

"Given by the Heavenly Court, I will go all out." Seeing this, the masters of the ninety-six sects around stood up again and clasped their fists.

"Earlier, all the sects have submitted their list of candidates. Next, we will invite the monks from each sect to come forward and conduct the first round of lottery selection." The presiding elder said loudly.

Hearing this, Han Li exchanged glances with Zhou Xianyang, strode out, and Zhao Boluo, who was standing behind Zhao Yuanlai, followed closely and walked to the front of the stage.

At the same time, the candidate monks from other sects also came up one after another.