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The seven peaks were supposed to discuss matters at the main peak of Chongling, but the suzerain failed to attack the gods and closed the mountain for retreat.As a result, all the affairs of the Chongling Sect were handed over to Wan Wuming, the master of Zhengjun Peak, and the venue for Qifeng's discussions was also moved to Zhengjun Hall.

Elder Hu and Elder Qian came to Zhengjun Peak together, found their own futon in the main hall, and sat down cross-legged.There are seven thrones floating in the air in the main hall, the first seat is empty as usual, only three peak lords of the seven peaks have come, and the suzerain Wan Wuming is on the right.

Wan Wuming's words are always thin and soft: "The master-inheritance competition will be held in three days. Who among you wants to inherit the Taoism?"

As in previous years, there are always a small number of people who stand up, and among this small number, Unrepentant Peak has the most. Wan Wuming called his name in a flat tone, and then entered the next step: drawing lots and compulsory apprenticeship.

There is no way, someone should bring new blood, and there are always too few volunteers.

Elder Qian grinned with joy when he got a blank lottery.

Elder Hu's luck was not so good. He picked up the sign and looked at it. It said "received" on it, and his face suddenly collapsed.

At this time, Chun Guanlan suddenly said: "Hu Chen, I see that your complexion is not good, but your practice has been hindered recently?"

Hu Chenxin was startled, leaned forward and said, "Thank you, Peak Master, for your concern. My body is fine."

"Oh?" Chun Guanlan said slowly, "Then why do you have the breath of my wooden sword in your body?" As soon as he finished speaking, a blazing sword light suddenly appeared in front of Hu Chen's eyes, splitting the world in two.

There was no bloody scene, Hu Chen's body was visibly divided into two by the naked eye under the sword light, and then melted into the brilliance like a puff of smoke, leaving nothing behind.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then there was an uproar.

"What's the fuss?" Chun Guanlan looked cold, "It's just killing a ghost, is it worth your sorrow?"

***

"It's not good, it's not good!" Xiao Liu panicked and ran into the "empty" cave, "The Grand Prix has been postponed!"

"Oh." Zhang Qingyang's voice fluctuated from distant to near, as far away as a falling feather.

"I heard that it was because Chun Guanlan killed an elder of Zhengjun Peak on the spot when discussing matters at the Seven Peaks, and the master of Zhengjun Peak fell out with Chun Guanlan!"

Zhang Qingyang didn't speak.

Xiao Liu said anxiously: "Brother, did Chun Guanlan notice something? That elder must be the killer who assassinated you?"

Zhang Qingyang's tone was very flat: "I stabbed him with a wooden sword."

Xiao Liu understood: "Then we..."

"It's not my fault." Zhang Qingyang said lightly, his voice hadn't recovered yet, his voice was hoarse, "Go back to sleep."

Xiao Liu hesitated for a while, but obediently returned to her body, how could she sleep.Yaoyao communicated with the same clan of Waigu and eavesdropped on the conversation of the disciples of Waigu.

Waigu has become a mess, and the sudden postponement of the good mentoring competition was also caused by the conflict between Zhengjun and Weihui.They knew that Zhengjun and Weigui were at odds, and this was the first time they felt a direct conflict.

"Could it be that we will fight each other in the future?"

"Is it possible? There are rules."

"Rules are dead, people are alive. If you beat you quietly outside the sect, who do you turn to for reasoning?"

"Don't talk nonsense!" The voice was majestic and deep, and it should be an elder: "You don't cultivate well, but here you are like a woman who gossips! Go back and prepare, the master-in-law competition will be held as usual!"

The disciples immediately dispersed.

After a while, it was held as usual again, what did the Qifeng people think?Xiao Liu only murmured in his heart, thinking that he had sent rumors to Zhang Qingyang in a panic just now, his face became hot, and he shrank back and forth into the tree.

On the day of the big competition, Zhang Qingyang changed into brand new clothes, weighed the waist badges between Yuhuang and Neigu's disciples, and chose the waist badges.

On this day, almost all the prohibition and killing formations in Yixiantian Canyon were lifted, and the mighty mountain wind passed through the valley, making people's faces hurt.

The disciples of Chuling Valley gathered from all directions one after another, passing through Yixiantian Canyon one after another.The more you go in, the narrower it becomes, the light is dim, and the cliffs on both sides slope slightly inward, as if they will collapse soon.

Because Dabi only allowed one of his disciples to enter Qifeng, and Xiao Liu was not around, Zhang Qingyang felt that he was not used to it.

His throat was still uncomfortable, and a few paper-wrapped mints were stuffed into the sachet.He took out a piece and sucked it slowly, the light sweetness melted on the tip of his tongue.A hand patted his shoulder: "Zhang Qingyang?"

He turned his head and looked, but didn't recognize him: "Who are you?"

"He Mingsui next time." The young man looked at him condescendingly, "Why didn't you accept the invitation?"

Zhang Qingyang said: "I have delayed building the foundation."

He Mingsui squinted his eyes: "You have a good reason. Now that you have established the foundation, I will fight with you again when the master-in-training competition is over."

"I don't have time." Zhang Qingyang said, "I have other things to do." It took a long time to travel to meet the appointment of the Qianqiu Festival.

He Mingsui's face darkened: "You are escaping!"

"Why do I insist on fighting with you?" Zhang Qingyang was unwilling to talk too much, and with a clever struggle, he got rid of He Mingsui's hand, and his figure disappeared immediately.He Mingsui opened his eyes wide to catch the air, but he didn't catch anything. Angrily, he slashed at the cliff with his sword. Of course he didn't slash, and hurried to Qifeng.

At the mouth of Yixiantian Canyon is the largest martial arts arena in Qifeng.The peak masters of each peak are at high places, shrouded in clouds and mist, making it difficult to see clearly.The ones who are a little lower are the elders of Zhufeng, whether they are accepted or not, they are all here.

Zhang Cheng Xiaoliu, who was a teacher of the Dabi, made it very clear to Zhang Qingyang that the Dabi is mainly to show one's own cultivation, magic realm, and heart of seeking Tao. "Than" comes next.The master-student comparison of the Chongling Sect is the most gentle among the three sects in the family. If it is another sect, it will fight to the death, and there are many casualties.

Dabi recruits apprentices, since the master chooses people, the disciples also choose the master, whether to accept or not, to do or not to do, all depends on fate.

The leader and head of the first peak of the Seven Peaks was absent, and the first seat was still vacant.

Zhengjun Peak masters Taoism, Bu Guangfeng masters swordsmanship, Yu Wenfeng masters talismans, Suogu Peak masters Danding, Lianhua Peak masters controlling beasts, and Weihui Peak masters eliminating evil.

Where to go is up to you to choose.

Zhang Qingyang had no worries, holding the small wooden sword in a daze.The disciples who were eager to try came to the stage first, showing off their swordsmanship and spells.

Zhang Qingyang looked at it, feeling a little confused: Does this show the desire to seek the Tao?

After the disciple retracted his sword, the teacher at the top began to ask questions. This time Zhang Qingyang finally understood what was going on in the Grand Competition: Which peak do you want to go to?Would you like to go to such and such a peak?Would you like to be a disciple of Elder XX?If all goes well, the person belongs.

Occasionally, there are elders whose disciples look down on disciples and insist on worshiping under the name of other peaks. Several elders discussed it and agreed.

The atmosphere is harmonious.

Zhang Qingyang was about to take the stage, and He Mingsui seemed to see his intentions, and walked quickly to get ahead of him.He jumped onto the stage and pointed at Zhang Qingyang: "Zhang Qingyang, would you like to compete with me?"

Zhang Qingyang thought for a while: "No comparison."

He Mingsui's expression changed: "What?"

Zhang Qingyang said: "I can't beat it." As soon as the words fell, Chun Guanlan's slightly annoyed voice came from the clouds: "Zhang Qingyang!"

Oh, he remembered.Chun Guanlan had warned him not to admit defeat if he thought he couldn't beat him, and at least fight for a few rounds.

He stepped onto the stage in a hurry, exuding the decadent air of "I don't want to, I'm not happy, I don't really want to fight" all over his body.As soon as he came on the field, he used the world to lose, and there was not a single ghost.

He Mingsui said angrily: "Zhang Qingyang, can you come out and fight in a fair manner!"

"No." I didn't want to.

He Mingsui almost vomited blood, and became more and more annoyed in his heart. He released several spells one after another, and bombed indiscriminately, making the martial arts field pitted, but Zhang Qingyang was still not found.

Another unsightly battle.

The author has something to say: When people reach middle age, they become more superstitious.

Forget it, there will be "lingering" in the middle of this article, and "empty death" QAQ at the end.

Don't dare to stop changing, break my promise and get fat, let me gain ten catties.