Cultivation of Immortality: This is what unorthodox methods are like.

"Look at this, that's what professionalism looks like! This is what professionalism is all about!"

In the frigid land, a legion commander's eyes gleamed with excitement as he exclaimed, "They've come to challenge us, and they've barely shown themselves before making their grand entrance, displaying their power and suppressing our arrogance!"

"amazing!"

The other legion commanders and legion experts twitched at the corners of their mouths.

Nima!

If you can't speak, then don't speak.

However... the way Wang Quan, the Flower-Sprinkling Taoist, made his entrance was quite unique.

Should we imitate this when we have a magical duel in the future?

Some cultivators saw this and thought it was good. They secretly used magic to copy this scene, and then quietly treasured it, waiting to pass it on to their descendants so that they could imitate their predecessors and show off when they rose to power.

Amid cheers, Wang Quan walked down the cloud bridge step by step.

The ethereal Taoist nun, transformed into a beautiful snake, formed a hand seal, creating a throne that embodies royal power.

Whoops!

A gust of wind blew by, and the flags formed from the succubus's tattered clothes fluttered wildly, emitting a blinding white light.

Glug!

One of the monks swallowed hard and muttered under his breath, "A true man should act like this!"

Snapped!

One of his friends smacked him on the head: "Wake up, have you gone mad from practicing the Fantasy Path? You could never do that in your entire life."

The cultivator gritted his teeth: "Never underestimate a young man's potential!"

My friend scoffed, "You're a man in your fifties or sixties, still calling yourself a teenager?"

The monk muttered, "Then don't look down on poor middle-aged men!"

buddy...

Whoops!

White clouds swirled around, transforming into auspicious creatures such as dragons, phoenixes, and unicorns, hovering over the royal domain.

Colorful smoke, like ribbons, flowed among Wang Quan and his entourage, creating a ethereal, fairy-tale atmosphere.

Flower fairies and female fairies appeared and disappeared in the colorful smoke, sometimes winking at the crowd as they parted the clouds, and sometimes timidly peeking at them.

This gesture ignited the passion in the hearts of many young cultivators.

Not far away, many cultivators from the far north who were watching the battle looked at the postures of Wang Quan and others, and then at the postures of their own legion commanders, and wondered: "Why do I feel that the Flower-Scattering Daoist is like the master of Bitter Cold City?"

"And the many legion commanders seemed to be guests who had come from afar."

One of the cultivators muttered, "In that case, shouldn't we beat the drums to cheer on the Flower-Scattering Taoist?"

When this discussion reached the ears of the many legion commanders in the wooden building, their lips twitched: "A bunch of idiots, they don't understand anything."

"What's the point of making it all fancy?"

"Keeping a low profile is the key!"

At this moment, many new laws and spirits further away did not even know the names of the many legion commanders.

They saw that the king's power was very strong and heard people shouting for the king.

They immediately waved colorful flags, beat drums to cheer, and shouted: "The Flower-Scattering Taoist, your magic is boundless; your authority is immense, your divine carriage suffers the cold!"

Shouts echoed through the sky.

When Ruo Jinghong and the others saw this scene, their expressions towards Ying Jiaren changed: "Fellow Daoist Ying's methods are extraordinary, she is able to control so many low-level spirits and new techniques."

"amazing!"

Ying Jiaren nodded calmly, smiling without saying a word.

At this moment, the faces of many legion leaders were grim.

A legion leader growled, "We need to make a show of force too."

The others nodded in agreement.

"Smoke and clouds rise!"

Everyone...

The legion leader looked at his dazed companion and suddenly felt exhausted.

He sighed and personally cast a smoke and cloud spell; once the spell was almost complete, he secretly hid it in his sleeve and then shouted, "Raise smoke and clouds!"

With a loud shout, he secretly flicked his sleeve, and the smoke and cloud magic fell away.

boom! boom! boom!

The magical smoke exploded, turning into white smoke that enveloped the wooden building, instantly creating an ethereal atmosphere.

The other cultivators realized what was happening and secretly cast spells. In an instant, a beautiful woman appeared, auspicious omens rose into the sky, various exotic flowers and rare herbs swayed, and all kinds of dazzling lights shone brightly.

After much effort by the various legion commanders, the area around them felt vibrant and radiant.

The only downside is that the colors and layout are slightly mismatched.

The First Army Corps Commander comforted them, saying, "It's alright, it's everyone's first time."

"After a few days, we'll practice in private, and we'll definitely be just as professional as them."

At this moment, both sides unleashed their magic, continuously increasing various forms of light pollution.

The many new laws and strange creatures below were a real treat to watch.

Only the orthodox cultivators scoffed, "What's so great about it? Give us a chance, and we'll do something even better!"

Boom!Boom!Boom!

beep!beep!beep!

The drums thundered, the horns blared, and the suonas and conch shells resounded, each vying for attention.

After some commotion, and after about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, both sides finally quieted down.

At this moment, the First Army Corps Commander coughed and was about to speak.

Suddenly, Ying Jiaren spoke up: "Everyone, now that everyone's here, let's not waste any more time, let's begin the battle!"

These words displeased many legion commanders.

Because it was they who proposed the contest of wits.

It was also to suppress Ying Jiaren.

They should be the ones saying that.

only.....

They exchanged glances, suppressing their dissatisfaction.

At this moment, Ying Jiaren continued, "Everyone, today's battle of magic, even if it ends in a draw, will never be over."

Many of the legion's high-ranking officers already knew Ying Jiaren's thoughts, so they didn't care at this moment.

On the contrary, the spirits and new-style cultivators below were in an uproar.

One of the clever ones exclaimed excitedly, "It would be best if we never had a winner in this lifetime, so we could watch the battles for the rest of our lives and never have to go and die again."

From up in the wooden building, a cultivator growled, "Shut up!"

"They all went out of the city to escape the unusual weather."

Many spirits and new-style cultivators knelt down, pleading desperately.

Finally, they dragged out Da Congming and beat him half to death before allowing him to continue watching the fight.

A white elephant spirit, fearing that Da Congming would speak carelessly, sat down on Da Congming's head, saying, "Brother, bear with it."

"I'll release you after the battle is over."

The great clever one struggled, sobbing and pounding on the white elephant's rear end, hoping the other would show a sliver of an opening so it could catch its breath.

As a result, the white elephant spirit was afraid that he would make a sound, so it repeatedly squeezed and sat tightly.

The squeezed Da Congming was overwhelmed with sorrow, and he continued to slap the white elephant spirit's buttocks, desperately trying to break free.

At this moment, the white elephant spirit was completely absorbed in watching the battle.

It turned out that after some discussion, the two sides decided not to engage in a group fight due to the large number of people involved. Instead, each side would set a challenge and arrange for a person or a magic array to fight against the other side.

The side that wins ten times first is considered the winner.

The battle was about to begin, and all the legion leaders turned to look at the clever one among them.

The clever fellow coughed, straightened his robes, took a step forward, and hovered high in front of the formation: "Everyone, the battle is about to begin, and I have something to say."

Everyone nodded.

The clever fellow smirked and said arrogantly, "Everyone, the cultivators we've arranged to fight here today are all from the orthodox lineages of the 108 Mysterious Sects."

"And you all come from unorthodox and unorthodox backgrounds."

Upon hearing this, Ma Qingqiu coughed: "Excuse me, everyone, I am also from the orthodox Xuanmen sect."

"Don't lump me in with those unorthodox, shady types."

Snapped!

Mei Niang slapped the back of his head: "You scoundrel, when you were nestled in my lap eating, why didn't you call me a country bumpkin?"

Ma Qingqiu sneered.

The clever fellow's lips twitched, he coughed, and continued, "Gentlemen, I suppose most of you have never seen a magical artifact before."

"Our orthodox geniuses have not only seen the magic weapon, but have also copied some of its power."

"If we use the power of the copied magic weapon when we fight, we can win in no time."

"But such a victory would be dishonorable."

"For the sake of fairness, we voluntarily give up using magic weapons of a level higher than magic weapon prototype, as well as magic weapon powers."

"This is our good intention."

"Ahem, you don't need to thank us; just don't blame us after we lose the battle."

Ying Jiaren...

Royal power...

Ruo Jinghong and others...