cosplay in the heavens

Chapter 3 Brother Zhao, please enlighten me
After complaining to Chen Yu about the depression during this period, Yang Guo left in the dark.

In the Quiet Tibetan Pavilion, Chen Yu closed the book, opened his attribute panel, and thought about it.

Different planes often have completely different hierarchical systems. In order to avoid mottled and mixed, the heavens system has set up a unified cultivation system, which can well measure the strength of each cultivation base.

Now, Chen Yu is at the first level of the Transcendence Realm, while Zhao Zhijing is at the second level. Although there is a difference in cultivation between the two, if they compete with Quanzhen swordsmanship, Chen Yu is sure to have a [-]% chance of winning.

Quanzhen artistic conception, that is a state of transcending sword moves, controlling the sword with the heart, no move is more powerful.

Familiar with several volumes of Taoist classics by heart, Chen Yu touched this realm by accident, five years earlier than Qiu Chuji.

Even Wang Chongyang, the founder of Quanzhen Sect, was a year or two behind Chen Yu.

At this moment, if anyone from the Quanzhen Sect learns about this, they will never believe it at all, because the sword intent is too hard to find, invisible, and only the power of heaven is elusive.

The night was cold and the stars hung in the sky.

A car accident in the night rain, and a sudden travel through time and space, everything had a huge impact on Chen Yu and shook his mind.

However, the retreat for nearly two months has calmed his impetuous mind, allowing him to think calmly and plan rationally how to proceed next.

"In the battle for chief disciple, I must win against that Zhao Zhijing..."

A trace of tenacity flashed in the depths of his eyes, Chen Yu picked up the scriptures again and immersed himself in it.

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In the early morning, as a ray of sky pierced through the lead clouds, the Quanzhen Sect, which should have been peaceful, became noisy.

Before the cold dew left, all the low-level disciples were all dressed up and standing on the white jade square with their swords in their hands.

Everyone knows that the chief disciple who has been vacant for several years will be announced today.

The chief disciple of Quanzhen has too many meanings behind it, which makes all the disciples in the sect look at him fiercely, which is enough to ensure that he will rise to the top and become a master of martial arts in the future.

After a short period of silence, the sound of dense footsteps sounded from the Xiangshi high platform. Everyone's eyes moved away, and a thousand three-generation disciples were coming here in high spirits.

Zhao Zhijing, Shen Zhifan, Zhang Zhiguang, Cui Zhifang, Ma Zhifang, Wang Zhitan, Li Zhichang...

These are the three generations of disciples of the Zhizi generation, and they are also the mainstay of the Quanzhen sect today. They are the protagonists of today.

As a big senior brother, Zhao Zhijing took the lead in the front, his whole body was majestic, without anger and prestige, and there was a slight oppression, which made the several juniors behind him frown slightly.

After a group of three generations of disciples had entered the table, Qiu Chuji and Wang Chuyi and other master teachers slowly showed up and lived on the high platform.

All the disciples looked serious, they didn't dare to breathe loudly in front of the teacher and the others, their eyes were full of deep awe.

In Qiu Chuji's eyes, this competition for chief disciple was nothing more than a competition where the result was known in advance, and it was just to calm down the Dao heart of the other three generations of disciples.

Therefore, this time it has not been widely spread all over the world, and martial arts people are invited to come and observe.

His clean and introverted old eyes quickly swept across the audience, and finally paused for a while on Zhao Zhijing, before Qiu Chuji nodded in satisfaction, waved his whisk and said, "Today, we will determine the chief disciple of the Quanzhen Sect in the form of a sword discussion. .”

Qiu Chuji's voice was resounding, using his internal force to urge the entire audience, it was deafening and resounded like a torrent of bells.

"The one who wins this time will be the chief disciple for me. Next, let's start."

Qiu Chuji smiled and glanced at Wang Chu beside him, who immediately took a step forward, waved his whisk and shouted, "Ma Zhifang, Wang Zhitan, let's enter the arena to discuss swords!"

In the open space surrounded by many low-ranking disciples, two youths in Taoist robes stood facing each other with long swords in their hands. After each nodding their heads as a signal, the sword light suddenly rose, gusts of wind howled, and they struck together in an instant.

In the arena, two figures swayed, and the light was cold and intense.

"All low-ranking disciples obey orders, and carefully observe the sword theory of your masters and uncles. A few years of hard work is not as good as a day of life and death, remember!"

Under Wang Chuyi's words, all the disciples looked solemn, their eyes were fixed on the changes in the field, and their faces were full of expressions.

"Oh!"

After half an incense stick of kung fu, with Ma Zhifang withdrawing his sword, Wang Zhitan flew horizontally and fell to the sidelines in a little embarrassment, and the winner was decided.

"In the first round, Ma Zhifang wins!" Nodding his head, Wang Chu said, "In the next round, Zhao Zhijing and Zhang Zhiguang will enter!"

As soon as they heard the word Zhao Zhijing, all the disciples turned their gazes to the confident figure in the arena, while Zhang Zhiguang's face turned dark and his forehead was sweating.

He secretly sighed that he was unlucky, he didn't expect to meet Zhao Zhijing in the first round.

After gritting his teeth a little, Zhang Zhiguang still bit the bullet and entered the arena, but after only three moves, Zhao Zhijing picked up his long sword and fell out of the arena.

Defeating the enemy with three moves caused an uproar in the audience, and the expressions of the remaining three generations of disciples of Zhizi generation all changed.

"To defeat Zhang Zhiguang with three strokes, Zhao Zhijing's swordsmanship has actually reached this level..."

"It seems that during this period of time, his cultivation has improved again. Even if he has not realized the sword intent, he may have no rivals in the Quanzhen sect."

"I don't accept it. I don't believe that we can't win him. If he becomes the chief disciple, where will we have a foothold in the future?"

Zhao Zhijing's attack instantly cast a shadow over the hearts of all three generations of disciples.

"Uncle Zhao is too strong, I didn't even see clearly when I drew the sword just now!"

"In my opinion, this chief disciple is none other than him, and there is no suspense."

"I really envy that guy Lu Qingdu, who can actually become Martial Uncle Zhao's disciple. If only I had the chance..."

Many low-ranking disciples were whispering, no matter how intense the upcoming sword debate was, it would be difficult to arouse their interest.

After an incense stick of kung fu, with a muffled sound, Zhao Zhijing easily won again and knocked another third-generation disciple out of the arena.

"Senior Brother Zhao is really amazing, I admire you." The disciple cupped his hands with a bitter expression on his face, and then left the scene desolately.

On Xiangshi's high platform, Qiu Chuji nodded with appreciation, and said with a smile, "I really did not misunderstand Zhao Zhijing, both his cultivation and character are excellent, hehe..."

Wang Chu's eyes flickered beside him, Zhao Zhijing was his disciple, and no one knew him better than him.

In his opinion, Zhao Zhijing is not suitable to be the chief disciple. There is a dormant hostility in his body, and he is not as peaceful as a cultivator.

Unfortunately, Senior Brother Qiu Chuji beside him didn't think so.

Sighing lightly, Wang Chuyi watched Zhao Zhijing win consecutive matches, and suddenly turned his gaze to the closed Tibetan Pavilion not far away.

At this moment, he suddenly hoped that a figure could walk out there.

The chief disciple of Quanzhen, Zhen Zhibing is the most suitable candidate in Wang Chuyi's mind.

"Damn it, I just can't bear the complacent look of that stinky Taoist priest." Behind many low-ranking disciples, young Yang Guo poked his head out to look around the arena, and punched repeatedly in anger.

"If brother Zhen Zhibing is given a few more years, he will definitely be able to surpass this bastard!" Yang Guo thought, and immediately sighed bitterly.

If Zhao Zhijing becomes the chief disciple, then Lu Qingdu must be even more arrogant. When will his hard life end?

Seeing several disciples of Zhi's generation retreating in succession under Zhao Zhijing's sword, Qiu Chuji nodded with a chuckle, and looked at Wang Chudao: "I see, today's matter has come to a conclusion. Let Zhao Zhijing be the chief disciple."

"This..." Wang Chuyi frowned, wanting to refute, but swallowed the words back in his throat.

This Quanzhen sect, after all, is still the leader of the sect.

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As the last person was defeated by Zhao Zhijing, Qiu Chuji finally took a step forward, and said with a loud smile, "Today's sword debate, Zhao Zhijing is the winner. From now on, he will be the chief disciple of this sect. Is there any doubt?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.

Some people agree with it, and some people oppose it, but even so, no one dares to confront the head teacher and stand up.

On the side, several third-generation disciples of Zhizi generation looked ugly.

They are very clear about Zhao Zhijing's behavior, one thing on the surface, another thing behind the scenes.

If the other party becomes the chief disciple, they will not have a good life in the future.

Everyone's face is gloomy and powerful, but it's a pity that they are not cultivated enough to win against each other.

Zhao Zhijing glanced across the silent audience, the corners of his mouth turned up, and he looked fieryly at the head teacher on the high platform, waiting for the latter to announce the final result.

However, at this moment.

The door of the Tibetan Pavilion, which had been closed for two months, was suddenly pushed open amidst creaking noises.

A figure walked out slowly, and immediately a youth's voice echoed throughout the audience, causing everyone's pupils to shrink suddenly, and they all looked sideways and exclaimed.

"Brother Zhao, please enlighten me!"

(End of this chapter)