Xuanhuan: My practice is infinitely upgraded

After a long time, Bai Haocang's breath restrained, and he slowly opened his eyes.

The fierce and terrifying sword energy shot out from the eyes, and flew tens of meters in the void before dissipating.

"It's still impossible to achieve the point where ten thousand swords can be born with one thought, and ten thousand swords can be destroyed with one thought."

Baihao sighed darkly, then said calmly:
"Come in!"

A deacon in blue came in with his head bowed, stopped ten meters away from Bai Haocang, bowed and said:
"Sovereign, there is an urgent report."

As he spoke, he took out an envelope with both hands.

As soon as Bai Haocang raised his hand, the envelope automatically flew up and fell into his palm.

Open it and read the letter carefully.

"Jiang Heng? Son of Jiang Wenjing?"

"Physical state, to kill a strong person above the sixth level of true energy state head-on?"

"Sure enough, the tiger father has no dogs and sons. If the order continues, the reward for the champion will be doubled tenfold in this competition among the disciples of the eighth peak's outer sect."

The young deacon should bow down.

Bai Haocang pondered for a moment, then continued:

"Also, please invite core elder Sun Feiyu to come over."

"Yes!"

The young man bowed and stepped back.

……

"The suzerain wants to see me?"

Inside the hall.

Elder Sun glanced at the deacon who came to deliver the order, and nodded calmly.

Then with a wave of his hand, a golden long sword flew in the air and hovered in front of him.

Elder Sun jumped lightly, stood on the blade of the sword, and disappeared into the sky in a stream of light.

The majestic and majestic mountain peaks flashed under my feet.

After a while, Elder Sun landed outside the suzerain's training hall.

The golden long sword automatically flew to the back and returned to the scabbard.

Elder Sun stepped into the hall and looked at Bai Haocang with his eyes slightly closed on the futon.

"Sovereign, I heard that you are looking for me?"

"That's right!"

Bai Haocang opened his eyes, his gaze was calm and indifferent.

"Jiang Wenjing's son is already a disciple of the outer sect at this time, and he has emerged, showing amazing talent, have you heard?"

Elder Sun was slightly surprised.

"Really? Isn't he a waste? Even entering the sect as a handyman, it was only because of Jiang Wenjing's face that he entered it exceptionally."

Bai Haocang looked at him calmly.

"For the family members of the Zongmen, it is necessary to give preferential treatment. In addition, I called you here today to remind you."

"The hatred between you and Jiang Wenjing has been completely exposed, understand?"

Hearing this, Elder Sun's expression darkened, and he looked at Bai Haocang coldly.

"What does the suzerain mean by this?"

Bai Haocang looked at him, didn't answer, but shook his head in disappointment.

"Brother for so many years, I know your temperament too well. I just remind you today. Jiang Heng is the seed of the sect. If there is an accident, no one can escape."

"Remember, don't mistake yourself!"

Elder Sun looked gloomy and said nothing.

Then he turned around and Yujian flew away.

……

The next morning.

On the outer gate square.

There are huge crowds of people, lively and noisy.

In the middle of the square, on the huge arena with a radius of [-] meters, Su Qinghe, who was fluttering in white, said loudly:
"Everyone!"

Everyone immediately fell silent.

"Let me talk about the scoring rules first."

"The winner gets one point, and the loser loses one point. There will be no winner in 10 minutes. It will be a tie, and the two sides will not score."

"The top [-] disciples will come to the stage to draw lots!"

After the words fell, Jiang Heng and other 50 people immediately stepped onto the ring, and under the guidance of the handyman who followed them, the lottery began.

On the side, a deacon kept counting the votes.

"Shi Chengshuang, number 22!"

"Le Huiyun, number 13!"

"Jiang Heng, number 6!"

"Qi Peng, number 5!"

……

"Exciting! Jiang Heng and Qi Peng met in the first round!"

"Qi Peng is too unlucky! In the first stage of the trial, he was severely injured. I heard that it would be better if he took a small pill, but now, in the second stage of the group arena, he met Jiang, who is invincible in the outer sect. Constant."

"If you want to get good grades, Qi Peng has no choice but to admit defeat, otherwise, if he is injured by Jiang Heng, it will be difficult to deal with."

now.

In the eyes of most outer disciples, Jiang Heng is already the absolute number one.

Even those who had previously sworn that Qi Peng could defend the title changed their minds in an instant when they learned from Su Qinghe that Jiang Heng had killed a true energy warrior.

In everyone's eyes.

This year's Zongmen Grand Competition, there is no suspense about the champion.

What everyone wants to watch is the competition for other rankings.

And, Jiang Heng's demeanor of sweeping everything!

Among the crowd, Qi Peng held a wooden sign with 'No. 5' in his hand, with an ugly expression on his face.

He has clearly realized that he is definitely not Jiang Heng's opponent.

Before that, he also thought about what he would do if he faced Jiang Heng.
beat?
Bring shame on yourself!In case of being injured, it may affect the next performance.

admit defeat?

If you think about it rationally, this is indeed the best choice. After all, everyone knows Jiang Heng's terrifying strength, and it is not shameful to admit defeat.

"Hey! If you admit defeat, just admit defeat! The gap in strength is indeed too big, so you don't have to humiliate yourself."

Qi Peng sighed secretly, thinking about it.

"No. 1 Diao Gaoyuan, No. 2 Fu Yunhe, please come on stage!"

The two youths jumped onto the ring and started a fierce battle, with the sound of swords clashing continuously.

In the battles of warriors, the winners and losers are often determined in a very short time.

After all, in the words of Jiang Heng's previous life, they are all masters of attacking high and defending low, so they fight naturally and quickly.

Soon.

The first two groups of battles have already been fought.

"No. 5 Qi Peng, No. 6 Jiang Heng, please come on stage!"

Jiang Heng jumped up, his eyes fell on Qi Peng who was under the stage, and he sighed softly:
"A month ago, you and I agreed to meet in the final battle of the Zongmen Grand Competition and decide the outcome."

"Unexpectedly, it was God's will to meet so early!"

"Come on stage! Let me see the quality of the so-called No.1 Outer Sect!"

Qi Peng's face froze, and the word "admit defeat" that he was about to say was blocked in his mouth.

He could clearly feel that the eyes of many people around him fell on him.

Or joking, or mocking.

He was proud of the title 'Outer Gate No.1' before, even proud of it.

But now, the title from Jiang Heng's mouth is like a sharp thorn, deeply piercing into his heart.

"What's the matter? Tangtang's No. 1 outer door, isn't it because he doesn't dare to go on stage?"

The corners of Jiang Heng's mouth rose slightly, revealing a faint smile.

Qi Peng clenched his fists, his face flushed.

Coming to the stage, you will definitely be humiliated, and you may be injured, which will affect the next competition.

If you don't go on stage, you will be squeezed by words, and you will be stared at by countless juniors with strange eyes.

Nearly [-] people on the field were almost completely silent, waiting for Qi Peng's reaction.

On the side of the ring, Su Qinghe, who was standing with his hands behind his back, looked at Qi Peng whose face was constantly changing, shook his head slightly, and gave him a four-character evaluation in his heart.

"The heart is too bad."