Cultivation System Lv.2

One evening, on the snow-listening platform somewhere in the inner gate of the Hanshan School, Qiu Muyun controlled a bottle-shaped magic weapon to collect the juice from the hazel flower, and at the same time watched the fighting skills on the ring on the cliff below.

The [-]-meter-square arena was half-hanging outside the mountain wall, and Lu Xiuchen stood on it calmly holding an ancient blue long sword.In the tunnel connected to the mountain on the opposite side of the arena, a large number of monks gathered there, but no one stepped onto the arena.

Today is the first day of the Hanshan Sect's Foundation Establishment Cultivator Competition, and it is also the most intense and chaotic day of the battle.

Because today's sub-hour will select one hundred champions for this big competition, all the monks who get the quota of the masters can skip the next month's promotion competition and directly participate in the final ranking competition.

Only 1 rankings are determined in the ranking competition. From No.[-] to [-]th, there will be a lot of material rewards and martial contribution rewards. Outstanding monks will even receive sound transmission symbols from certain landlords or pavilion masters.To put it simply, this competition is the best way for all the foundation-building monks of the Hanshan Sect to get ahead.

And the one-month promotion competition will select another [-] monks, that is to say, if you become the champion today, it is equivalent to stepping into the [-]-man battle list with half a foot.But of course, this final spot is not so easy to get. If you want to become the ring leader on the first day of the competition, you must stand until the end in the ring selected by the Hanshan faction for the competition.

Yes, you can get this spot by standing at the end, whether you beat everyone before you, or just the one before you.As soon as the sub-clock rang, all the competitions that were still going on would be the last competition, and the one that won in the end would be one of the champions of this big competition.

This rule seems simple and clear, but in fact it is the most confusing and rude.Because a monk's cultivation base, mind, bearing, strategy, even background, and connections may affect the result, so according to this situation, it can be speculated that the stronger the stronger the better, the later he will enter the competition on the first day.However, Qiu Muyun's current situation in the arena is a bit beyond everyone's expectations.

Because Lu Xiuchen has been standing on it for a whole day, judging by his easy-going appearance, it is estimated that standing in the end will not be a problem at all, and so far no one has been able to pass ten moves in his hands.

Qiu Muyun was very relieved by this and was not surprised at all. If Lu Xiuchen didn't have this kind of strength, he would start to worry.But Lu Xiuchen really deserves to be the protagonist, his ability to attract hatred must be at the protagonist level.

He won so forcefully, but he didn't say a word. From the time he came to power to now, he didn't even look at anyone.

Whether it was provocative, normal greetings, or even intentional friends, he ignored it, and always maintained a calm and calm look.The more noisy and chaotic the surrounding environment was, the more indifferent his expression was, and the more talkative his opponent was, the less he looked at them. Thinking about it this way, it really seemed a bit conceited to be contemptuous of everyone.

However, Qiu Muyun felt that Lu Xiuchen was definitely just repeating an old problem. His character was that he was too lazy to pay attention to irrelevant people.

In fact, he may have wandered somewhere in his mind. In the past year, Lu Xiuchen's thoughts have become more and more weird. In the past three months, he has suddenly become interested in rhythm, and he doesn't know what he wants to do.

Thinking of the rhythm, the corner of Qiu Muyun's mouth twitched, regretting 12 in his heart why he let Lu Xiuchen get in touch with the way of rhythm.This Lu Xiuchen is simply very talented, in another sense, he doesn't need to learn anything at all, as long as he plays casually, his tunes are enough to kill people invisible.

Qiu Muyun has never seen such a bad sense of music, and he is completely unaware of it.

He really didn't understand why Lu Xiuchen kept playing the flute every night. Could it be that he found out that his secret had been exposed, because he couldn't beat him, so he wanted to use this method to get revenge on him?

If Lu Xiuchen really thought so, then Qiu Muyun had to admit that he was really successful.You must know that when Qiu Muyun heard Lu Xiuchen play the flute for the first time, he thought he had been attacked by some strange consciousness.

Because of the strange and sharp sound at that time, the breath sound that Qiu Muyun had only heard in his life not only scared away all the thoughts in his mind, but also made him almost throw away the half-made array in his hand.That was the core of a compressed attack formation. If he really threw it out, everyone within 500 meters around him would not be spared.

If he really blew up such a big hole in Yinyuan Qianhu, he and Lu Xiuchen would not want to stay in the Hanshan faction anymore, and they were lucky to escape the pursuit of the law enforcement team.

And these three months of magic sounds filled my ears, not to mention how broken Qiu Muyun's heart was, even Shen Huang, who liked to cling to him the most, ran out to seek refuge.As a flute master, Shenhuang was obviously more intolerable than Qiu Muyun, who could not stand the weird sound that could not be tuned and out of tune.

"...Huh?" Qiu Muyun blinked suddenly, and the pale golden light around his pupils slightly deepened.

About a kilometer away, a team of about 30 Foundation Establishment cultivators galloped over with their swords.This is not surprising, there are already several groups of monks who came from other rings to challenge Lu Xiuchen today.What Qiu Muyun cared about was the boy among the 30 or so monks, or the golden anise snowflakes on the boy's collar.

There are no mandatory requirements for the clothing of the disciples of the Hanshan Party, but there is usually a silver hexagonal snowflake on the collar of the disciples of the inner disciples as a symbol, and of course the people marked on the corners of the clothes, cuffs, hairpins and headgears are not No.

The key is the hexagonal snowflake, because the symbol of the elite disciples is the seven-pointed snowflake, and the core disciple is the more complex and exquisite octagonal snowflake.The landlord and the owner of the pavilion will add a little symbol or frame with personal characteristics next to the snowflake or on the snowflake itself.

In addition to these simple and clear marks to distinguish the ranks of Han Shan disciples, there is another special mark, which is the golden star anise snowflake.This represents the core direct disciples, indicating that no matter what cultivation level a monk with this mark has, he has a personal master who is at least at the initial stage of transformation.

"Whose little apprentice is this, and he was released so early?" Qiu Muyun counted all the people in the Hanshan Sect who were qualified to accept direct disciples and had no direct disciples before he ascended. I didn't expect whose disciple this little guy would be.

The young man was no more than sixteen or seventeen years old. He looked arrogant, his eyes were full of confidence, and his radiant look looked like a proud little peacock.Qiu Muyun couldn't think of whose child he would be with such a personality, but no matter who the young man's master was, he would be worried today.

Because the young man who stood on the ring and said a lot of beautiful words also failed to survive ten moves.

The child seemed completely stunned, staring at Lu Xiuchen in disbelief.And Lu Xiuchen apparently didn't notice that he had just shattered a young man's fragile self-confidence. He was staring at the blue long sword in his hand with half-closed eyes.

The shape of the sword is simple and simple, it is the most well-regulated ancient sword style, but it looks very mysterious because of the azure blue of the whole body.

Lu Xiuchen took out that long sword for the first time when he successfully established the foundation three years ago. With just one glance, Qiu Muyun can be sure that the sword is definitely not simple, maybe it is the legendary innate spirit treasure.Because Qiu Muyun couldn't bear any resemblance at all, how can the artificially refined magic weapon be pure and of a single attribute, without any impurities at all.

The reason why he is not sure yet is because the Xiantian Lingbao must have a spirit, but Shenhuang said that there is no spirit in the sword.

However, with the improvement of Lu Xiuchen's cultivation base, the aura of the sword became more and more strange. During a certain contact half a year ago, Shenhuang finally felt a powerful spiritual body in the sword that seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.

Qiu Muyun suspected that the spirit body might be Longyuan, who had disappeared for a long time, and that sword might be Lu Xiuchen's golden finger, or a part of it.Because the breath is really weird, like the sea, like ice, and sometimes it can melt into fog. Except for Lu Xiuchen's exclusive gold finger, Qiu Muyun can't think of any material that can achieve this effect.

And that weird sword can be upgraded together with Lu Xiuchen, usually nothing special can be seen at all.If Qiu Muyun hadn't been with Lu Xiuchen all the time, he wouldn't have been able to notice its unusualness at a glance.

Just like now, everyone who saw Lu Xiuchen using that sword thought it was just a high-grade magic weapon with a relatively rare color.

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When Yezi was in the ring, of course Lu Xiuchen was the last one to stand on the ring. After he got the token representing the number of ring masters from the disciple of the inner sect deacon who had been monitoring the battle at the edge of the ring, he looked calm and calm. The sword flew to the listening platform.

Looking at Lu Xiuchen, who became famous in the first battle and could not be more high-profile, Qiu Muyun couldn't help asking: "Do you want the top spot in the hundred battles?"

The capital city of each competition will get a lot of rewards and some time-limited privileges, but are these things really necessary for Lu Xiuchen?

"Of course." Lu Xiuchen nodded as a matter of course, and before Qiu Muyun could ask any more questions, he took out a simple wooden flute from his sleeve, and the expression on his face changed from the previous indifference, he almost looked forward to it He said: "I just thought of a way. You said if I put buttons on these flute holes, wouldn't it be easier to play?"

"Uh..." This idea is really good, really, isn't his flute like this, but Qiu Muyun still wants to say that the key problem is not the instrument, but your own sense of pitch.

"You..." Qiu Muyun hesitated for a while, and then continued to ask: "You don't seem to like the way of rhythm very much, why did you suddenly become obsessed with the flute?" And you want to learn to play the flute , but you still don't follow the tutorial at all, you don't really come to cause trouble for me, do you?

Of course, Qiu Muyun just said the last half of the sentence in his heart, but if Lu Xiuchen continued to poison his ears every day, Qiu Muyun felt that sooner or later he would slam these words all over Lu Xiuchen's face.