1285: C1285 Thirteen Rounds

C1285 Thirteen Rounds

1285-13.

"How is this possible..."

Everyone's expression was incomparably shocked. Kiu Feng was dumbstruck as he watched this scene. A trace of fear flashed across his eyes. It was as if his brain had been installed with a motor. He quickly calculated that if Ning Qi made it to the thirteenth round... If he broke the rules, how many Azure Dragon Crystals should he compensate?

A total of 800,000! Eighty Myriad Azure Dragon Crystal!

Even if he was an Early Period of Dharma Image Stage cultivator, there was no place for him to find so many Azure Dragon Crystals. This was already equivalent to a sect's annual income!

If he was the sect master, it would be fine. At most, the people in the sect would drink the Northwestern Wind for a year. If he delayed the tribute from the Holy Land, he would be able to gather 80 Myriad Azure Dragon Crystal. However, Kiu Feng was only a rogue cultivator! Let alone 800 thousand, if he were to calculate the debt, he might not even be able to take out 10 Myriad Azure Dragon Crystal.

Kiu Feng looked around and found that everyone was in a state of shock. Even Baxia Pudu and Zikun didn't seem to notice him. Kiu Feng quietly moved his feet and slowly ran out of the encirclement. At this moment, a cultivator noticed this. He quickly shouted.

"Gambler is trying to escape! Everyone, catch him!"

"Old ghost Tian, you only bet a hundred Azure Dragon Crystals on me, is there a need to harm me like this?"

Kiu Feng was furious, he cursed at the cultivator who had reported him. His body turned into a bolt of lightning and sped away. At the same time... A monster with scales all over its body and a fish head appeared behind Kiu Feng. It was Kiu Feng's Mid-grade Yellow Rank Dharma Idol, the Merman Dharma Idol!

It would be fine if he didn't use his Dharma Idol, but as soon as he did, hundreds of Dharma Idols descended from the sky. There were Golden Armors warriors holding Giant Sword in their hands, and huge snakes with nine heads. There were monsters with five legs, dragon heads, and horses, and hundreds of Dharma Idols of different grades appearing out of thin air. They surrounded Kiu Feng in the middle.

Looking at these cultivators with cold eyes, Kiu Feng let out a hollow laugh. "It's a misunderstanding. Didn't that kid pass the thirteenth round? I just got up to move my body. "

After saying that, he turned around and returned to the front of the tower before everyone's eyes and sat down.

When everyone saw this, they withdrew all kinds of Dharma and returned to Kiu Feng's side with a cold snort. They had surrounded more than ten floors from inside to outside. Kiu Feng was unable to escape even if he had wings.

"Damn it! Please don't pass the thirteenth level! I beg of you, little ancestor!"

Kiu Feng prayed in his heart.

Everyone's mood was completely different from Kiu Feng's. Apart from shock, those cultivators who had bet on the cold door were beaming with joy.

"Old Ancestor, this guy can't really pass the thirteenth trial, right?"

Baxia Pudu's expression was somewhat unsightly. Even he could only linger around the eleventh level. At most, he could pass the twelfth level, but a mere Late Period of Eternal Stage Cultivator had already passed the twelfth level?

This was truly unacceptable.

"The son of Feng Jiuxian is indeed extraordinary. If his bloodline is the same as his father's, I'm afraid that the situation in Azure Dragon Continent will rise again."

Zikun's facial expression gradually turned serious. He really didn't expect that Ning Qi would be able to reach this stage.

"If Liehkong finds out about this news, I'm afraid that he will shatter the void and come here."

Baxia Pudu curled his lips.

Back then, Feng Jiuxian was forced to the brink of death by Liehkong. So what if it was his son?

Liehkong didn't even need to make a move. He only needed to say one sentence, and Profound True Great Saint was going to combine the other Great Saints to force Feng Jiuxian and Wang Muting to the brink of death.

No matter what, as long as he didn't break through to the Dharma Image Stage and become a Creator, he wouldn't be able to fight Liehkong.

His father, Venerable Lia Yang, was an existence that had lived for nearly a million years. When Great Saints Ba Xia saw him, they would have to behave themselves and wouldn't dare to overstep his boundaries.

...

Within Mountain Sea Pass.

The thirteenth trial.2

Ning Qi had finally made it to this stage after going through so many obstacles. The price he had to pay was that he had been seriously injured three times and had used up over thirty Dark Artifacts.

There were a few stages where Ning Qi had encountered all kinds of strange races. Among them, there was a centipede that was dozens of miles long, and it was extremely poisonous. It almost poisoned Ning Qi to death. This centipede guarded the twelfth stage. Presumably, those Heavenly Prodigies that could only make it to the eleventh stage were all defeated by it.

But now, the centipede's corpse was already in Ning Qi's spatial zone. Its body was used to craft weapons, and its poisonous gland was used to concoct pills. It was the best choice.

"The thirteenth stage, why is it so strange?"

Ning Qi's gaze fell upon a courtyard in the distance. The vicinity was filled with desolate mountain paths. As soon as he arrived at this place, this courtyard attracted Ning Qi's attention.

Could it be that there was someone living here?

Or could it be that the person guarding the 13th Gate was a cultivator?

"It's been a few hundred years, and finally someone came here. Little friend, please come in."

A gentle voice sounded in Ning Qi's ears.

Ning Qi was slightly startled when he heard this. The corner of his mouth curled into a faint smile. He walked directly towards the direction of the courtyard. No matter what the other party was trying to keep him in suspense, he had to face it.

When he arrived in front of the courtyard, the door opened by itself. This courtyard was not very big. It only had four or five rooms. When the door opened, an old man could be seen sitting at the stone table in the middle of the courtyard with a smile on his face. He held a book in his left hand and gently slapped his thigh with his right hand. When he saw Ning Qi, he slightly raised his eyes and smiled at Ning Qi. "Little brother, come and sit. Don't be polite."

"Senior, are you the guard of the 13 Gates?"

Ning Qi walked in front of the old man and sat down, then he went straight to the point.

"That's right."

The old man nodded with a smile and admitted it. He only looked at Ning Qi out of the corner of his eye. His real attention was still on the ancient book in his hand. It was as if there were delicious pastries on it, and he was eating them with relish.

"Then what do I need to do to pass this trial?"

Ning Qi smiled and looked at the ancient book. There was not a single word on it.

"Just chat with me. If I let you pass, it means you passed. If I don't let you pass, you won't pass."

The old man said with a faint smile.

The air in front of Ning Qi suddenly became moist. Then, an ice crystal cup condensed in front of Ning Qi at a visible speed.

Immediately following that, a wave of hot air emerged from the cup. The tea that emitted a faint tea fragrance was yellow and orange. It was crystal clear, and there seemed to be a vortex inside. There were a few pieces of tea leaves spinning inside.

A trace of vigilance flashed across Ning Qi's eyes. From the beginning to the end, he had not been able to tell where this tea came from.

"Little brother, drink it."

The old man said with a faint smile.

Ning Qi smiled. He picked up the teacup and drank it all in one gulp. A trace of heartache flashed across the old man's eyes. He said to Ning Qi, "You don't know how to taste tea."

"Senior, please enlighten me."

Ning Qi smiled slightly.

The old man immediately taught Ning Qi a lot of tea tasting techniques. In the end, he sized Ning Qi up and said, "I know your parents."

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