Who Dares Slander My Senior Brother

According to Jun Yan's instruction, Wen Jing meditated quietly for one night without arrogance or impetuosity.In the early morning, a cloud of spiritual energy suddenly formed in the sea of ​​energy, which was as vast as a wave, pushed away layer by layer, filled the body, and stopped suddenly.When I opened my eyes, I felt clear ears and eyesight, and my body was light, and I reached a new level.

Wen Jing got down from the bed, her face glowing red: "Thank you, brother, I have entered the No.11 floor."

"Very good." Jun Yanzhi looked at him lightly.

He has already changed his clothes. He is standing tall and slender in an ordinary green shirt. His black hair is like ink. A blue belt holds the long hair behind his head. He is clearly dressed in a simple and elegant manner, but he is so cold and unremarkable that it makes people sigh at a glance.

Wen Jing blurted out: "Senior brother really has a natural temperament..."

"...As long as you like it." Jun Yanzhi said in a warm voice, then lowered his head slightly, "It's getting late, we should go."

Wen Jing hastily changed his clothes and opened the way for him.

Sunny, no rain, is a good day.

The venue for the group summit test is the square in front of the Qingxu Hall. Eight arenas have been built a few months ago, surrounded by spirit stones.

Among the 160 disciples participating in the competition, there are [-] Qi training disciples and [-] Foundation establishment disciples. Each has a separate arena and must not be mixed.

Liu Qianmo had already been waiting at the scene and handed out the cards in his hand.

Ku Jinping looked at the "73" on the sign and asked, "How do you use this sign?"

Peng Shao said: "Each sign has a different number. After inputting the aura, it will be your own. Hand in the sign later, Zhu Jin will draw lots and arrange an opponent for you."

Kuching nodded.

Wen Jing turned over the signboard and sent his aura into it, only to see a faint halo from the signboard.

He is naturally familiar with the rules of the test.

Liu Qianmo also mentioned it over and over again.

Each competition is limited to the time of five sticks of incense. The winner within one stick of incense will get five pebbles, the winner within two sticks of incense will get four pebbles, and so on, the winner within five sticks of incense will get Only one pebble.

If there is no winner within the five-pillar incense sticks, the two will get nothing.

After ten games, the first round of competition is over, and the ranking is based on the number of stones obtained. The disciples who are ranked after 80 are eliminated, and only [-] people are left to continue the second round of competition.

Wen Jing looked at the dignified He Ling.

The group summit exam is held every five years. The last time the exam happened, He Ling had just established the foundation. Compared with other monks who had established the foundation for a long time, he was naturally inferior and failed to pass the first round.

Therefore, this year's competition is very important.

Li Shu said again: "I heard that the top forty monks can get many magic weapons and spirit stones."

Mo Shaoyan said slowly: "Of course we don't have to think about it, as long as we don't get too seriously injured."

There was a long dragon chant in the hall, and Zhu Jin said on the stage: "The first round of competition has officially begun. Those who are injured and cannot make moves, or those who fall off the ring will lose."

Liu Qianmo instructed everyone to disperse.

Wen Jing went to deliver the sign, sat aside and waited for the result of the lottery. When he was bored, he reopened the character value system.Dozens of small frames opened in my mind, and as expected, it was still green.

Then, he looked at Wen Renmu who was not far away in white, feeling slightly surprised.

I haven't watched it for a few years, why did the character value drop from 800 to around 600?What has he done these two years?

Although the character value system is inexplicable, the sudden change is also strange.

"Hui Shifeng '92' stepped forward!" the deacon disciple in charge of the "Gen" ring shouted.

Wen Jing hurriedly climbed onto the stage to wait.

Just as he was about to turn off the character value system, a red frame appeared in his sight.Wen Jing looked around, only to feel that the young man who climbed into the ring was plainly dressed, handsome and somewhat familiar.

In an instant, the red frame disappeared and turned green.

After a while, it turned red again.

The constant switching between character values ​​reminded him of a person, both good and evil, but he couldn't remember the name.

"Do you remember me?" The boy smiled.

Wen Jing frowned: "You are from Beiyan Peak..." This young man was one of the newcomers who captured the flag with him back then, but he couldn't remember his name for a moment.

The boy smiled and said, "Don't you remember? If you beat you, you will remember."

"Start!" The deacon disciple shouted.

The young man suddenly lowered his face, and a strong spiritual light flew towards Wen Jing, like a blade, avoiding the vital points of his body, and hitting his shoulder.

Wen Jing flipped his right hand, and a blue spirit shield appeared in his palm.The two auras met and sparked a bright light, but Wen Jing was also forced to take a few steps back by the aura of the other party, with a cold light on his face.

There were not many disciples who watched their competition, but they were attracted by this blow and blocked, and there were many discussions.

These two people are only sixteen or seventeen years old, but their cultivation base is around the tenth level of Qi training, and they have never heard of it, and they are silent, so they should not be disciples with high aptitude.

Especially the disciple who made the move is very proficient in the mastery of spiritual light. It takes at least ten or eight years of practice for ordinary people to form such a light blade. His talent and understanding are astonishing.

Wen Jing's right hand trembled, and he couldn't stand it any longer. When he looked through the strong light, he saw that the other party was still smiling.

He gritted his teeth tightly, also surprised in his heart.

I am a body of three yangs, so I rose to the eleventh level from the fifth level of Qi training within three years. This young man is either with four spiritual roots or five spiritual roots. His talent is extremely poor. What is his origin?

The young man muttered silently, the aura above the spirit shield became stronger, Wen Jing took a few steps back, and was forced to the edge of the ring, holding on desperately.

Those who fall into the ring lose!

There was only a sound of shattering, and the blue spiritual shield was shattered, but Wen Jing was seen flying in the air, with four streaks of spiritual light rapidly emitting from both hands.

There were two muffled hums in the air at the same time.

Wen Jing's right shoulder was hit, the blood flowed profusely, and he couldn't lift his arm.

The boy's eyes and nose were also hit, red and swollen.

It turned out that Wen Jing saw that he only cared about attacking and could not defend, and that he could not form a powerful blade, so he hit all four auras at his face. open.

Wen Jing didn't have time for him to regain his senses, and quickly sent out two more spiritual energy from his left hand, hitting the young man's shoulder directly.

Although the young man couldn't open his eyes, his ears moved slightly, and he turned back to avoid the two spiritual energy. Before he could stand still, a strong wind suddenly came in front of him. He couldn't stand immediately, and took a few steps back.

He didn't know that he had retreated to the edge of the ring.Suddenly, the young man's back feet were in the air, he let out a soft cry, and fell off the ring.

"Hui Shifeng '92' wins! Two sticks of incense!" The deacon disciple glanced at the two and shouted.

Many people gathered under the arena, discussing who the winning boy was.

Wen Jing looked down at the disciple from above, with a smile on his lips.This was the first time in his life that he won, so he couldn't help but feel a little arrogant. He turned his head inadvertently, but suddenly saw a slender figure not far away, looking at him faintly.Wen Jing was startled, why did Senior Brother Xin Daojun stand aside and watch.

He thought about it again, Senior Brother Jun is a modest gentleman, he must not like his appearance, so he quickly jumped off the stage, helped the young man up in full view, and asked with concern: "Are you injured?"

Even so, his eyes only drifted anxiously to Jun Yanzhi in the distance.

Jun Yanzhi smiled lightly and left.

The young man was supported by him to stand up, but he also smiled lightly: "No need to be hypocritical."

Wen Jing pursed her lips and let go of his arm.

His own attack power is low, so he can't face it head-on, so he has to use tricks in combat.In desperation, he couldn't think of anything, but resorted to the tricks that Duan Xuan used to beat himself to death every year.Sure enough, the pain was deep and the impression was deep, and these were the only things left in my mind when I was in a crisis.

Wen Jing said modestly, "It was a fluke that I won."

The young man slightly opened his eyes and said with a smile, "I think so too."

Wen Jing had nothing to say, nodded, turned and left.

On this day, Wen Jing only remembered the boy's name after asking about it.

His name is You Si, and he is usually unknown in Beiyan Peak.According to the disciples of Beiyan Peak, before the Qunfeng Exam, Fengmai selected ten disciples and discovered that he had silently obtained the eleventh level of Qi training. Even several senior brothers and friends did not know about it. Few people are angry.

...Hiding his secrets, he turned out to be a pig and a tiger.

After the match with You Si, people gradually watched Wen Jing's competition, and he won two more games in a row, gaining a little fame.It's a pity that I met a few seniors who practiced qi training on the [-]th and [-]th levels later, and they were beaten with black noses and swollen faces.Especially the disciples of Tianheng Peak, he was unlucky enough to meet two of them, and they were crushed by force until they couldn't stand up.

A few days later, the results of the first round were announced, and Wen Jing barely made it into the top [-].Although he just lifted the rear of the car, it made Hui Shifeng very happy.

It turned out that Jun Yanzhi and He Ling also squeezed into the top [-] and entered the second round of competition together.

While everyone was happy, they couldn't help but feel a little worried.On that day, everyone at Hui Shifeng gathered to discuss strategies.

Peng Shao said slowly: "This second round of competition is a bit harsh, it is more difficult than the first round."

Li Shudao: "How did the third senior brother say this?"

Liu Qianmo said: "Among the remaining 80 people, there are about half of Qi training disciples and Foundation building disciples, and they cannot be mixed. There is a rule passed down by me from the time of Deadwood Taoist, which has continued to this day. Qi training disciples adopt a melee elimination method, and Jian The ranking of Ji's disciples will be decided by several peak masters fighting with them."

Kuching said strangely, "Isn't this unfair?"

Li Shudao: "How to say?"

Wen Jing said: "I heard that the melee elimination style refers to ten qi training disciples fighting on the same ring, the first four to be kicked out will be eliminated, and the remaining six will win, and each will get ten small stones. .”

Success in this type of trial depends on the ability to quickly find a combat partner.This ability is very important in the cultivation world, but for Hui Shifeng who has no connections and connections, it is somewhat difficult and easy to be excluded.

He Ling said: "This kind of competition is unfair to us."

Liu Qianmo was a little embarrassed, and said: "The five qi training disciples of Tianheng Peak have all entered the second round of the test, so they can discuss strategies before the competition. machine."

Jun Yanzhi glanced at Wen Jing: "After the lottery is drawn, you must form a team with other peak disciples as soon as possible."

Wen Jing nodded and agreed: "Yes."

Liu Qianmo felt slightly suspicious.

He Ling's cultivation base is high, and he has the Four Dark Winds taught by his master. It is not surprising that he entered the second round.Although Wen Jing is young, his master has treated him extremely harshly, and he has improved a lot in the past few years. It can be seen that his aptitude should be extraordinary.

But Jun Yanzhi has always adhered to the doctrine of the mean, and he usually doesn't see anything special about it. Why is he so powerful this time?

You must know that the battle between the foundation-building monks is more tragic than that of the qi-training disciples. Those who can enter the top [-] are people with supernatural talents or family backgrounds.

However, this suspicion only lasted for a while before it was replaced by joy.

As the so-called one loses all, one prospers all, if the juniors in the peak vein have abilities, Hui Shifeng's life will naturally be much better.Liu Qianmo will never be petty and secretly jealous.

The three disciples of Hui Shifeng entered the second round, and the other disciples of the other peaks were so surprised, I don't need to go into details.

As long as there are young forces that are about to grow in the world, other established forces usually respond in this way.The first step is to suspect and suppress the emerging forces in their infancy.If it is not successful, the emerging forces will persist in surviving and growing, and the established forces will know that they cannot be suppressed, so they will start to make friends with them, build relationships, and use each other.

Therefore, the rise of Hui Shifeng is bound to have a certain impact on Qingxu Sword Sect.

After the first round of competition, Wen Jing could still rest for a few days, but Jun Yanzhi and He Ling had to rejoin the battle immediately, fighting against several peak masters of Qingxu Sword Sect.

Gu Jinping asked a little perplexed: "The monk who established the foundation fought with the peak master. Wouldn't it be unfair if the peak master cheated for personal gain? Why did my sect have such a rule in the early years?"

Peng Shao said slowly: "You don't know this. At the beginning, it was a good intention. In the five-year group summit examination, the top [-] are all talented people from the Qingxu Sword Sect. Especially the Foundation Establishment disciples, He is also the mainstay of the Qingxu Sword Sect, so we can take this opportunity to challenge and get acquainted with all the peak masters, in order to connect with each other."

"……I see."

Peng Shao continued: "It's a pity that later on, the judgment results were somewhat subjective and unfair, which caused controversy, and there were fights a few times, which was very embarrassing."

Mo Shaoyan said slowly, "...that scene must be very beautiful."

Liu Qianmo said: "Since Sect Master Xi took over, he has changed the rules long ago. For the sake of fairness, Xi Fang invited eight peak masters to sit in this competition. At that time, forty foundation-building monks will come to the stage in order. Including the master of this peak, any peak master can fight against him. Those who can receive one move will get five pebbles; those who receive two moves will get ten pebbles, and so on."

Gu Jinping was thoughtful: "Since the eight peak masters are supervising each other, the process is much more standardized than before, which can barely be considered fair."

"Yes, this time, maybe there is some hope."

All eyes were on He Ling.

He Ling said coldly: "What are you looking at me for?"

Everyone turned their faces away and stopped talking.

He Ling's cultivation base is relatively high, and he has obtained the true inheritance of the Four Dark Winds, which is Hui Shifeng's greatest hope.In other words, if there is only one Hui Shifeng who can enter the top [-], it must be He Ling.

On this day, the ring was full of people, and Hui Shifeng's disciples waited hard, and finally came the day when He Ling and Jun Yan took the stage.

Mo Shaoyan, Li Shu, and Ku Jinping had already shouted happily, their faces flushed with excitement, but unfortunately, there were few people, and even if they shouted hoarsely, their voices were drowned in the crowd.

He Ling was dressed in white, with a condensed expression, flew onto the ring, and stood silently in front of the peak masters.