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

boom! boom! boom!

Tick ​​tock!Tick ​​tock!Tick ​​tock!

The cannons roared, and the suonas played joyfully.

Lian Qingfeng's heart was heavy.

He quietly wiped the blood off his hands, used the smoke as cover, and changed his pants.

At this moment, he looked at Niu Dali with mixed feelings: "A person can have no bottom line, but at least they shouldn't and shouldn't do this!"

After the legionary cultivators of Bitter Cold City had finished their lively celebration and the singing and dancing had temporarily ceased, the master of ceremonies, a Daoist nun, huffed and puffed as she dragged a cannon onto the stage.

She lit the fuse, one hand on her hip, the other pointing to the sky:

"Two cannon shots rang out: the second battle begins!"

boom!

The cannons roared.

Lord Fierce Tiger leaped into the air on his black tiger, pointing at the cultivators of Bitter Cold City: "Hey!"

"In the first duel, you chose the [Life Cultivator], taking advantage of my brother's weakness and attacking him from behind."

"For this second round, we'll choose [Sexual Cultivation]. I'm going to take advantage of your stiff bodies and mediocre skills, and thoroughly humiliate you all."

The legion commanders laughed heartily: "We've managed to establish ourselves in the far north, and survive until now. Aren't we all masters of both physical and spiritual cultivation?"

"You still want to bully and humiliate us? How laughable! How laughable! How laughable!"

At this moment, the commander of the 12th Army Corps stood up: "Gentlemen, I'll go deal with this madman."

Just as he was about to head to the battlefield, Lian Qingfeng, who had hurriedly changed his trousers, urged the black clouds and limped over, saying, "Brother, be careful of those guys from the far west."

"I see they have shifty eyes and a penchant for backstabbing."

"Always remember your backup plan; never let it be lost."

The commander of the 12th Army Corps laughed heartily: "Don't worry!"

"No mistakes can be tolerated!"

Although the commander of the 12th Legion claimed to be indifferent, he was still somewhat worried.

This time, he used a shield-shaped magical artifact as a mount, specifically to emit a precious light to prevent backstabbing.

A moment later, one person stepped on the precious light, and the other rode a black tiger, and the two sides began to clash.

The Fierce Tiger Taoist unleashed thunder and fire, and the opponent also unleashed thunder and fire.

The Fierce Tiger Taoist used Earth Fire and Feng Shui techniques, and the other party did the same.

The two sides clashed, exchanging hundreds of spells in just a few dozen breaths.

"Unorthodox methods, nothing more than this!" The Twelfth Legion Commander sneered. "By the way, I am a Foundation Establishment cultivator from the Taiwei Sect... Damn, what are you?"

The commander of the 12th Army Corps cried out in alarm, his voice cracking.

Before the Foundation Establishment cultivator from the Taiwei Sect could even utter his name, the Fierce Tiger Daoist suddenly tossed out an illustrated guide, then leaped onto it and rolled around.

Glug! Glug!

In the blink of an eye, the Fierce Tiger Taoist vanished.

Amidst billowing black smoke, an evil creature appeared, over ten meters tall, resembling a praying mantis but with three heads and sixteen mantis arms.

This scene left the cultivators in the far north completely bewildered.

Because, in their understanding and imagination, evil simply cannot come to the present world.

But now it has come.

Moreover, it was transformed from a cultivator.

This is not normal at all!

call out!

The Fierce Tiger Taoist leaped, and an evil plume of black smoke exploded as he instantly appeared behind the Twelfth Legion Commander.

A dozen mantis arms swung, unleashing a dazzling barrage of blades.

Click!Click!

The sacred artifact's radiant light shattered in an instant.

The evil mantis, transformed from the Fierce Tiger Taoist, charged towards the Twelfth Legion Commander amidst billowing black smoke.

Ah!

The commander of the 12th Legion screamed. Using the blood gushing from his body, he used Blood Light Escape to instantly appear twenty miles away, and then rushed into his own room.

"Brother, what's wrong?"

"I lost, and I suffered a severe psychological blow. I need to calm down."

The legion commanders... were bewildered.

We fought our way through battles, experiencing both victory and defeat.

When does a single failure lead to psychological problems?

"Could it be that the sudden appearance of evil has caused mental turmoil?"

The legion commanders were puzzled.

They stared intently at the evil form that the Fierce Tiger Taoist had transformed into, preparing to unleash the [Scripture of Salvation].

Glug!

The Fierce Tiger Taoist rolled around, transformed into human form, and then rode the black tiger back triumphantly.

One of the legion commanders frowned: "Gentlemen, forgive my poor eyesight, but is this an illusion? Or...?"

The Fierce Tiger Taoist turned around and smiled slightly: "If you can't tell, then guess."

The legion commander shuddered; he felt that the Tiger Taoist's smile was somewhat captivating.

It feels so eerie.

They exchanged a glance: "Prepare for the third duel!"

The master of ceremonies, a Taoist nun, laboriously pushed the cannon onto the stage and then lit the fuse.

The third battle begins...

The next match is the fourth one...

The fifth match.....

The sixth match...

One by one, the legion commanders of the harsh, cold lands make their appearance.

They come from eight orthodox schools of Taoism: Taixu, Taiwei, Taiyuan, Taikang, Taihao, Taiji, Taiyi, and Taichu.

On Wang Quan's side, the group consisted of Meng Hu Dao Ren, Su Ma Li, and Niu Da Li, who led several cultivators whose names were barely remembered.

The two sides fought fiercely, with victories and defeats, making for a very lively battle.

Eight battles of magic, with each side winning half the time.

The atmosphere was tense between the two sides.

However, many of the cultivators watching the battle were excited.

Especially the new magicians and spirits, after getting excited while watching, directly dragged the sunflower spirit over and made them keep producing melon seeds, then ate them while watching.

When you get hooked on a show, you'll be so eager to tip and give it a thumbs up.

The legion commanders of Bitter Cold City frowned.

They lost four out of the eight magical duels just now.

If this gets out, it will be incredibly embarrassing.

Okay, no more "what ifs." With so many cultivators present, word has definitely spread.

Ha ha!

A group of orthodox Xuanmen cultivators, a group of battle-hardened geniuses who had fought countless battles, were actually no match for unorthodox Xuanmen cultivators.

This is absolutely not normal.

call!

The First Legion Commander stroked his bald head, a ferocious look appearing on his face: "We must suppress their arrogance as soon as possible."

"Second brother, you're up next."

The Second Legion Commander frowned: "You go first. I want to be the last one, specifically to deal with Wang Quan."

He was born into the Tai Shi Sect and possessed formidable and terrifying strength; moreover, due to his own magical artifact prototype and fundamental techniques, he was quite confident in his own abilities.

He believes that the reason he can only be the leader of the second legion is because this generation of subordinates is not capable enough to lead.

"If it were just a few underlings, I could overthrow the First Legion's dominance in the blink of an eye and become the boss myself."

The First Legion Commander originally came from the Great Sun Path. After mastering the Daoist script, he had a fortuitous encounter and joined the Tai Su Sect.

Now, she has mastered the techniques of both the [Great Sun] and [Tai Su] sects, making her incredibly powerful.

"I'm saving this as a trump card to deal with Wang Quan, the Flower-Scattering Taoist."

The Tai Shi Sect cultivator sneered, "Wang Quan is renowned, and I will also suppress him to make a name for myself."

While the two sides were arguing, Meiniang couldn't wait any longer.

She coughed lightly, took a few graceful steps, and landed on the battlefield, saying sweetly, "Everyone, I am Mei Niang, a Foundation Establishment cultivator of the Xuanpin Dao Sect."

"Who dares to challenge my magic?"

At this moment, the Second Legion Commander's eyes lit up. He casually threw away the magical shield and the hidden hedgehog, porcupine, and other monsters on his back. Then, in high spirits, he snapped his fingers, and dozens of human, monster, and other clones emerged from his body.

Then, they carried the cloud bed and their main body straight to the battlefield.

"Fellow Daoist, I am Feng Jiliao, the commander of the Second Legion and a Foundation Establishment prodigy of the Tai Shi Sect."

"Today I'll be engaging in a magical duel with a fellow Daoist!"

Seeing Feng Jiliao's handsome, dashing, and robust physique, Mei Niang's eyes lit up: "How about a magical duel?"

Feng Jiliao's heart stirred, and he pointed to the cloud bed beneath his feet: "You and I will fight fiercely on this three-zhang cloud bed; whoever falls off the cloud bed will be a defeated dog."

"how?"

Mei Niang clapped her hands in praise: "Excellent!"