The Zhang family has always had some friction with the Li and Song families, and Qingwei has heard about it for a long time. Therefore, Qingwei is not surprised that her promotion to the true successor can make the Zhang family depressed.

Qingwei cannot deny this. Li Ji is responsible for such intrigues between families. Qingwei only needs to lend a helping hand at the right time.

Therefore, Li Ji naturally took Song Zijie's words and joked: "Brother, please be merciful later. The eighth brother has just made a breakthrough, so I'm afraid his strength is limited."

"Bah, you shameless Li Laosan, you actually let me, a man who barely made a fifth-grade Daoji, show mercy to a high-grade Daoji?"

Hearing this, Song Zijie couldn't help but cursed and said, immediately destroying his elegant image. If he had been able to break through for many years, it would be justifiable. However, he had only been a Taoist master for more than three years. Even if he tried his best, he would still not be Qingwei's opponent.

After listening to Song Zijie's words, Li Ji was not angry and said with a proud face: "In this case, our Li family will not be polite. This competition finally has some hope."

Song Zijie also expressed his understanding of this. After all, the Chihuoyuan Copper Mine was a piece of fat for the six major families. Now that he saw hope, Li Ji was inevitably a little proud.

The Song family has been playing soy sauce for several times in a row, and their mentality has long been stable. However, compared to other companies, it is best for the mining rights to fall into the hands of the Li family.

After all, the two families have been related by marriage for several generations. If the Li family takes over the mining rights, they will always leave some soup for the Song family.

The two families chatted and hurried on their way, and the atmosphere was extremely harmonious. They arrived at Luoxia Mountain before they knew it.

The competition held once every ten years among the six families in Luoxia Mountain has long become an important event in the area of ​​Xianyong City.

Over the years, a market where monks gathered was formed outside Luoxia Mountain, which was jointly run by six major families.

The venue for each competition was also in this city. As for why they didn't compete directly in Xianyong City, Qingwei seemed to be just a formalist.

At this time, on the high platform outside the arena, the Cui family, Zhang family, and Xiao family had already arrived. When they saw the Li and Song families arriving at the same time, they all stood up to greet them without any loss of etiquette.

Naturally, it was another polite exchange, which was really boring.

None of the family members were surprised by Qingwei's arrival. After all, the Li family did not deliberately conceal it, so they had to act surprised.

After some observation, Qingwei had a rough idea of ​​the level of Daoji monks of the Zhang family, but Cui Qinghe, the head of the Cui family, could indeed be said to have extraordinary bearing and profound cultivation!

With Qingwei's first Taoist cultivation level, it is natural that he cannot tell what other people's Taoist level is like at a glance, so naturally he cannot confirm whether Cui Qinghe has forged a seventh-grade Taoist foundation as rumored.

But it has to be said that his strong zhenqi reveals his hidden sharpness, and he is among the best among the Daoji monks Qingwei has ever seen. He cannot allow him to ignore him.

Cui Qinghe is wearing a lavender gown, and his face is much younger than that of the other family heads. He looks to be around forty years old at most. He has a gentle demeanor and does not appear arrogant or arrogant because he is stronger than others.

Hanging on his waist was a seemingly plain and simple sword, but Qingwei, who had already received the information from Li Ji, knew that this was the most sharp spiritual weapon of the Cui family besides the Yin and Yang swords that suppressed the clan——

Zihua Sword!

After feeling Qingwei's gaze, Cui Qinghe smiled and nodded. Qingwei was not embarrassed at all. After all, it wasn't too much to get to know the opponent before the game, right? Therefore, he smiled at the opponent generously.

However, Qingwei was somewhat looking forward to the next competition. After all, Qingwei had not seen many opponents as strong as Cui Qinghe in the sect.

Many true disciples have always been arrogant. The one Qingwei is more familiar with is a senior sister who she knew from earlier tasks. She is also the ninth true disciple among the disciples of the Guizhen sect - Qingyue, whose strength is also very high.

It has already reached the interior level.

Then Qingli, Qinghe all had their Dao foundation not long ago. Although they were eighth-grade Dao foundations, their accumulation was not deep after all. In terms of cultivation alone, they were probably not as deep as Cui Qinghe.

Among the many disciples of the inner sect, there are many who have stayed in the Daoji realm for many years. Compared with them, Cui Qinghe may still be one point better than them.

As for experience in fighting, even though Qingwei has lived in the mountains for a long time, it is not without experience.

The inner sect of the Guizhen sect has a small competition every three years and a major competition every five years. In order to sharpen one's own prowess, one does not fall behind once.

Therefore, it can be regarded as some good experience. Although it cannot be compared with the experience of life and death fighting, isn't the current competition between these six companies just a point?

Everyone was chatting and waiting for the arrival of the Meng family. Fortunately, it didn't take long before everyone saw a group of people arriving on a high platform on a magical weapon in the distance.

"I'm sorry for keeping you colleagues waiting for so long!"

Before they even settled down, Qingwei heard an old and strong voice.

He knew clearly in his heart that this was Meng Lie, the head of the Meng family. As Li Ji said, he could not lose even if he lost the battle, and his momentum was quite strong.

Soon, under the leadership of Meng Lie, they all sat down at their seats, and Qingwei also noticed the middle-aged man behind him who was dressed as an inner disciple of the Guizhen Sect, and he had some impression that he should be

Call him Mencius Yi.

Not long after the Meng family arrived, everyone saw another escaping light flying across the horizon. They couldn't help but stand up to greet it. It turned out to be the witness of this competition, an elder from the inner sect of the Guizhen Sect.

The leisurely speed, you don't need to think about it to know that it is done in a tight time.

After accepting everyone's courtesy calmly, Elder Su from the inner sect communicated with Qingwei very kindly, nodded towards Meng Ziyi, and went to the main seat to close his eyes and rest his mind.

When everyone continued to communicate, Meng Lie sometimes behaved in a way that relied on his elders. The heads of the houses had long been accustomed to this and did not pay too much attention to it. However, some of Meng Lie's contemporaries present could not help but mutter.

sentence.

But Mr. Meng simply ignored the words of those whose cultivation was inferior to his own.

"I think this is the newbie in the Immortal Sect, Priest Qingwei. I will have a serious discussion with you later."

During the discussion, Meng Lie's attention quickly turned to Qingwei.

In response to this, Qingwei smiled casually and said: "Mr. Meng's words are too serious. I'd better ask you for your advice as a junior."

"If the Meng family boy has anything to say, let's talk about it after we finish. Let's start as soon as possible." Elder Su suddenly interrupted Meng Lie and motioned to Cui Qinghe.

Hearing this, Cui Qinghe said with a smile: "In that case, then this competition can begin. Except for Brother Xiao's family who invited themselves to be eliminated, the four families of Zhang, Song, Li, and Meng each sent three people to compete, and the winner finally won.
Chapter completed!