Chapter 51

The next day, it was sunny. We have gathered early in the place where the Qingsong sect's usual disciples exchange swords. This is a huge training ground. At this moment, five arena have been set up, one in the southeast, one in the northwest, and one in the middle. The ring is round enough for everyone to let go. The winner is the winner.

Each sect has its own rest point. It is a temporary awning, which is distributed around the challenge arena. In the Qingsong school, even the temporary awning is extremely luxurious. The awning is made of superior silk and is very valuable.

Qingsong party treats all schools equally. All awning specifications are the same, which is enough for a dozen people to have a rest together. Because of this, the three people of the falling dust sect, sitting under their own awning, seem very spacious. Of course, compared with the number of other sects, it seems too cold here.

"Brother Fengdao, are you going to take part in the competition this year?"

The Qiantian sect is next to them, and their number is small, which is not much better than the falling dust sect. Taoist Boyang glanced at Chengyan and Muyu, and finally stayed on Chengyan for a moment.

In the past, no one participated in the falling dust sect, so the falling dust sect has always been at the bottom of the list, and the Qiantian sect is the penultimate. Now Feng HaoChen has brought two disciples. One of them is still a disciple with such a solid breath. It can be seen that his cultivation is extraordinary if he is calm and calm.

Different from other sects, Taoist Boyang vaguely knows the real strength of the falling dust sect. If Chengyan participated, it would have a great influence on them. Taoist Boyang looked at his disciples and then stayed on Gu Yitian. Obviously, Gu Yitian is his most promising disciple this year, and he is also a black horse who wants to get rid of the second son of the millennium.

"We don't care about this ranking, but Muyu, a stubborn villain, wants to see the world, so let him go alone." Feng HaoChen knew what Taoist priest Boyang was worried about. He gave a smile and explained his words.

"You don't want to participate? That's a blessing for the Qiantian school. "

The Taoist priest of Boyang was relieved. He did not have any hypocritical words, which made Mu Yu more favorable to him. In the view of Taoist in Boyang, Chengyan did not participate in the competition, and Mu Yu's accomplishments in the Qi training period really came to accumulate experience. There is no need to worry about it. There is no room for the disciples to fight back when they meet the foundation period.

It is also a helpless move for Taoist priest Boyang to bring only four people. There are not many students who meet the requirements. They have only three disciples who have reached the foundation period before they are 25 years old. In order to make up the number, they also bring a jiuchongtian who practices Qi. Other disciples who have reached the foundation period have already exceeded their age. It is a sad thing to think about it.

Taoist Qingsong has already stood on the challenge arena. As soon as he appears, he is like a light. Without talking, he naturally draws everyone's attention to him. All of us consciously quieted down, no longer whispering, waiting for him to speak.

Qingsong Taoist is a great master of the cultivation world. He is born with a kind of leadership style, and is popular with the people. "Ladies and gentlemen, the annual university competition is about to begin. We must be in a different mood at the moment. The competition is all about the honor of the school. We all hope to win honor for the school, win the competition and win more games. "

He stopped and looked around. Many young disciples were full of energy and eager to try, hoping to be generous and brilliant in the next contest. This is not only to win honor for one's own sect, but also a good opportunity to become famous in the cultivation world. Everyone cherishes it and takes this competition seriously.

Qingsong Taoist continued: "this competition is not just for these. Each of you young people is the hope of the Xiuzhen world, and the future of the Xiuzhen world belongs to you. So don't have any burden. Show your talents and show your courage to fight.

Success or failure is not important. It is important that you let the older generation know that you can take on the important task in the future. Now the Yumeng demons are ready to move. As a human being and a cultivator, we have the responsibility and obligation to destroy the Yumeng demons.

Today's contest is not about life and death, it's just to give everyone a chance to exercise and lay a solid foundation against the Yumeng demons in the future

"Now I declare, contest, official start!"

As soon as Taoist Qingsong's voice fell, the crowd began to boil. His words made the disciples of many sects full of blood. Everyone could not wait to defeat their opponents, prove themselves and win glory for the sect. If you can shine brilliantly on this stage, you will surely be famous in the Xiuzhen world, and teachers will pay more attention to themselves.

Mu Yu turned his lips. Taoist Qingsong said it very well. It seemed fair. But in fact, every year, he decided the order of selecting new disciples in this way. The first sect would always pick New disciples with good qualifications, while the later sect would never have a chance. Over time, the lower ranked schools, such as the Qiantian sect, have no chance to make a start at all.

In this vicious circle, the good schools are getting better and better, and the bad schools will never be able to raise their heads. If a weaker sect wants to rise, it can only rely on the emergence of one or two black horses with great opportunities to get a better place.

Muyu doesn't include the falling dust sect, because he thinks that the actual strength of his sect is enough to make him into the top few. Let alone Chengyan, who entered the golden elixir period at a young age, is gifted both in the South and in lanling'er.However, when I think of the Qiantian school, Muyu is dazzled by the indifferent lonely Yitian. Maybe this year's situation will be different!

This kind of situation also exists. The qualification only determines the starting point of cultivating immortals. The practice is rough and rugged, and perseverance is also very important. Most people may be born with bad conditions, but with firm will, they can surpass their peers with better talent.

The disciples of Qingsong sect are not necessarily better than those of other sects. Because of a good training environment, many Qingsong sect disciples are easy to slack off. Not all Qingsong sect disciples have indomitable perseverance, which varies from person to person.

"Are you a black horse?"

Muyu looks at Gu Yitian, who is sitting quietly beside him. In fact, he also wants to have a discussion with him. The people who practice physical training are most good at close combat. Each of their punches is strong enough to fight against other people's spiritual power.

Muyu wants to experience the powerful explosive power of physical training. However, when he is against the Qiantian sect, maybe Taoist Boyang will send the Qi training disciple out, so there is no chance. The master told himself to let them go, so the idea could only be put aside for the time being.

Many disciples of Qingsong sect gathered here to watch the competition. Each disciple of Qingsong sect was much more confident than that of other sects. They also have the capital of self-confidence. In addition to their outstanding talent, they can get the best cultivation resources in the cultivation world, which is incomparable to the disciples of other sects.

"Qingsong school, Qingsong school."

Muyu's eyes fell on the side of Qingsong Taoist. At the moment, he gathered about a dozen disciples. Obviously, he was still determining which seven people to play. They are not like Qiantian sect. They can't even come up with seven people. Their average accomplishments are all building the foundation of seven heaven, which makes other sects almost stop thinking of winning.

A familiar figure suddenly raised his head and looked at Mu Yu's eyes. Mu Yu is a Leng, the other side is also slightly surprised, recognize each other, that person is the small tiger of big point village!

Two years later, Xiao Hu has grown stronger and stronger. His accomplishments have entered the foundation period. Although it is only a day to build the foundation, it is already amazing to outsiders. He entered the foundation period before he was 15 years old. This is genius!

No one will doubt Xiaohu like Muyu, because Xiaohu comes from Qingsong school and is taught by Taoist Qingsong. It's natural to step into the foundation period before the age of 15! Muyu is just from the ridiculous dust falling sect. Before the age of 15, he stepped into the foundation period, which is a fool talking about dreams and a crooked family!

Xiao Hu recognizes Mu Yu. He remembers the incident of insulting Mu Yu at the University. Suddenly, the corner of his mouth rises. When Taoist Qingsong doesn't pay attention, he makes a gesture of provocation towards Muyu.

In recent years, Xiaohu is not only the Qingsong school, but also the figure of the whole Xiuzhen circle. Everyone is enjoying talking about Xiaohu's talent and sighing that Xiaohu will become the next white wave. White wave's talent even many of the older generation of practitioners are not as good as, no accident, in a few years, tiger will let everyone look up to.

Muyu frowned. He was once a member of the grey disciples. If he was not a master, he might be humiliated by other high-ranking sect disciples like looking for deacon. Thinking of his life as a deacon, he kowtowed in front of all the practitioners, only for a weak hope of becoming an immortal that could not be realized. Suddenly, he felt a sense of war. Why should the grey disciple be so humiliated? Why can't the grey disciple raise his head all his life?

He is also one of the grey disciples. Even if he comes to the falling dust sect, he is looked down upon by other sects as a grey disciple. The falling dust sect was in poverty and decline, and their disciples were naturally discriminated against.

Usually influenced by master's indifferent and unyielding personality, Muyu thinks it's nothing. But yesterday, he was looked down upon by people of other sects, was vilified as a heresy, and his master was belittled. This really made him angry. Today, he was provoked by Xiao Hu, and the clay figurine was still angry, not to mention him.

"Muyu, be careful and be yourself."

Wind HaoChen felt the wood feather's strange, patted him on the shoulder. Feng HaoChen seems to know everything. When there is a little fluctuation in Muyu's heart, he realizes it. He knows what Muyu is thinking, but he doesn't say anything. In his opinion, a lot of things follow his own mind, no need to force.

Muyu nodded. It's not easy for a person to play nineteen games!

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