Fantasy: My Skills Can Be Upgraded Infinitely

 The two of them expressed their agreement one after another.

The Holy Lord smiled and said:

"There are still half a year left. You must seize the time to practice and strive to improve to a few more small realms. After all, every contestant is a peerless genius who is the best in a dynasty. No one knows whether there is anyone who can compete with you. Strong."

"OK!"

"Do not worry!"

Jiang Heng and the other two smiled confidently.

The Holy Lord waved his hand and said proudly:

“In order to ensure the speed of your cultivation, the resources you can enjoy will be increased tenfold in the next six months. I hope you will continue to work hard!”

 “Thank you!”

Jiang Heng and the two men cupped their hands and thanked them.

 After leaving the Palace of the Holy Lord.

Jiang Heng and his wife returned to their respective houses and continued their cultivation.

 In such peaceful days, time passes quietly.

 …

the other side.

With a clearer direction, it didn’t take long for the Holy Land to investigate a member of the mysterious organization.

That was a true disciple of the Chiyang Sect, named Gu Xueli.

The other party's usual behavior is quite normal, but now, because his age is about to exceed the limit of a true disciple, he will soon become an elder of the sect.

 The elders of the sect, unlike the true disciples, are the management positions of the sect and involve the division of interests and power of the sect.

 Therefore, there is a huge gap between elders and elders.

 Some elders are in charge of high-value industries, are rich in wealth, can obtain more resources, have greater power, and have a great say in the sect.

Some elders can only be in charge of the clean water department, and even have a lot of chores. They are consumed in dealing with daily affairs day after day. They have few resources and little time for cultivation. It is increasingly difficult to achieve breakthroughs in cultivation, and they gradually become marginalized figures.

The unusual thing about this true disciple Gu Xue Li is.

Three consecutive elders who were against him, or whose elders strongly opposed his management of high-value properties, died in accidents one after another.

 This immediately attracted the attention of the Holy Land.

 After some investigation, it was found that the causes of death of the three elders were different.

Although there was no evidence, the Holy Land did not need to pay attention to these things. They directly arrested Gu Xueli, interrogated him severely, and even cut off one of his arms, and finally got some useful information.

According to Gu Xueli, the organization he belongs to is called the Hongyan Society, and he himself joined not long ago and is a two-star member of the organization.

It’s just that the Hongyan Club is extremely hidden. Even Gu Xueli, who is a member of the organization, does not know the true identity of anyone else.

  But with this information, it is already a breakthrough for the Holy Land.

“You dare to kill three elders so brazenly to help new members obtain high positions. There is definitely more than one high-ranking member in the Chiyang Sect.”

“Otherwise, there is no guarantee that Gu Xue Li will be successful in the election.”

“Immediately investigate the Chiyang Sect strictly. We would rather kill the wrongdoers than let them go. We must uproot the Hongyan Society!”

 The Holy Lord waved his hand and gave the order personally.

 For a time, the Tianyuan Dynasty was in turmoil.

As for Jiang Heng, who was cultivating in hiding in the Holy Land, he was completely unaware of the changes in the outside world, let alone that a subordinate organization of the Dawn Society had been exposed to the Holy Land's sight.

 Five months later.

 In the Holy Son’s Basilica.

Wu Feihang was practicing a set of body-building boxing techniques, and the breath all over his body was rising, like boiling water constantly emitting heat.

 After a long time, he closed his fist and stood up.

His face was extremely ugly, and he roared in a low voice:

 “Damn it! Why is physical cultivation so difficult?”

"In the past few months, countless resources have been consumed, but the physical cultivation is still only the divine power realm mentioned in the secret book, which is only equivalent to the true energy realm of the second level of martial arts."

 “I wasted several months of my time just to improve my strength, **** it!”

“How did that brat Jiang Heng practice? Is it possible that his talent is higher than mine?”

"How can it be?!"

Wu Feihang’s expression was twisted and he clenched his fists.

 He also thought about the selection of Tai Sui Mansion that the Holy Lord had repeatedly warned.

He agreed easily verbally, and he was indeed practicing hard, but he wasted all his time on physical training, just hoping to close the gap with Jiang Heng.

 But now, he had to admit that he had wasted five precious months.

 One month later, there will be the disciple selection competition in Tai Sui Mansion.

 At that time, he will face the forty top disciples from the other eight holy places, which naturally also includes the saints or saints from each major holy place.

  No matter how confident he is, he cannot guarantee that he will definitely win.

 Wu Feihang's mood suddenly became tense.

at this time.

Hurrying footsteps were heard outside the palace.

The two people stopped at the door and said respectfully: "His Royal Highness the Holy Son, the Holy Son from Taixuan Holy Land is here to visit. He said he wants to see the strength of the younger generation of our Tianyuan Holy Land."

Wu Feihang frowned.

 He naturally knows the name of Taixuan Holy Land.

 That is another large holy land bordering Tianyuan Holy Land, and what is different from the prosperity of Tianyuan Holy Land is that the territory of Taixuan Holy Land has a large desert area, with relatively sparse people and relatively scarce supplies.

However, in the Taixuan Dynasty ruled by Taixuan Holy Land, the laws were relatively loose, the people were strong, and there were many strong men.

According to the information that Wu Feihang has read, in the last Tai Sui Mansion disciple selection, a disciple from Taixuan Holy Land was selected as the champion and was selected into Tai Sui Mansion.

As for Tianyuan Holy Land, no disciple has been selected for two consecutive terms.

It can be said that in terms of talented disciples, Tianyuan Holy Land has been slightly inferior to each other in the past ten years.

Wu Feihang took a deep breath and said calmly:

"I see!"

Since the other party's Holy Son is coming to the door, there is no way for me to escape under any circumstances. Otherwise, before I even take part in the competition, I will be disqualified by the Holy Lord and even be deprived of the title of Holy Son.

Since then he has become a laughing stock.

 After Wu Feihang calmed down, he put on some clothes, picked up his sword, and walked out of the hall.

 At the door, two young men were waiting respectfully.

"where are they?"

 “In the martial arts field No. 4.”

Wu Feihang nodded, unsheathed his long sword, and flew away with the sword.

 …

 The empty martial arts field No. 4.

Hundreds of Holy Land disciples are gathering around somewhere, either curious or hostile, looking at a few people in the middle of the open space.

Among those people, I saw a burly, bald young man at the head, holding a long knife with both hands, quietly closing his eyes and concentrating.

Although the young man did not make any movement, his whole body was always exuding a fierce and ferocious aura, like a beast that chooses and devours people.

The young men behind him looked provocatively at the surrounding disciples of Tianyuan Holy Land, as if they were ready to fight with them at any time.

 At this time.

 A stream of light flew from a distance and landed outside the martial arts arena.

 “His Royal Highness the Son is here!”

 Someone shouted.

 Everyone turned their heads to look and made way for a spacious road.

 In the middle of the martial arts arena, the bald young man opened his eyes. His seemingly calm eyes contained endless fighting spirit.

“Are you the Holy Son of Tianyuan Holy Land?”

The bald young man grinned, his smile looking a little fierce.