Starting from the outer door, single-handedly challenge the cultivation world!

It is not uncommon to learn from each other on the martial arts arena.

However, the two opponents this time are both at the peak of the Pulse Opening Realm!
Combined with the current special time node.

The confrontation between the two had somewhat special meaning.

"Senior brother Shi's thirteen air-split hands are becoming more and more proficient!"

"I am optimistic about Senior Brother Zhao, his Fengmo Zhan is a well-known tactic, it is much higher level than Chopping Karaoke!"

A group of disciples whispered under the battle platform, watching the two figures quickly confront each other.

"Ishi Chuan, Zhao Zhu. The Beiyun Academy is full of talents!"

Sikong Changming thought sourly.

The two people who are discussing are disciples of the same year as him.

Both of them came from good families, so half a year ago, they had exchanged for fighting formulas at the Sutra Pavilion.

In contrast, without the help of the system, this unlucky guy wouldn't even be able to break through the peak of opening the pulse.

Invisibly, it is at a great disadvantage.

"The most important thing right now is to have a formula as soon as possible."

"Otherwise, it would be too much of a disadvantage to fight against fellow disciples!"

Sikong Changming changed his mind and stared intently at the two disciples on the stage.

The sparring on the battle platform has reached a fever pitch.

The outer disciples were originally competitors.

The current sparring may not be a rehearsal for the competition.

Zhao Zhu's Fengmo Zhan was obviously superior in power, so he was high-spirited and went straight to crush his opponent.

He was ready to strike, and when he flipped his palm, there was even the sound of howling wind!
However, just as everyone thought that Zhao Zhu had already won.

Ishikawa, who was originally silent and only focused on defense, attacked brazenly.

Thirteen hands, which are not of high rank, can change endlessly in his hands.

"break!"

Shi Chuan shouted angrily, and split his palms out, coincident with the true meaning of Pi Kong, and forcibly defeated Zhao Zhu's attack.

Zhao Zhu, who was caught off guard, immediately vomited blood, and fell down on the battle platform with a dispirited expression!

"Ishikawa, win!"

A chunky old man stood up and announced the result of the sparring.

He is the person in charge of the Martial Arts Field, and a monk who has achieved great success in the Spirit Pond Realm.

In Beiyunyuan, a low-level dojo where most of the Qimai cultivators are, the old man is already a master who attracts everyone's attention!
Ishikawa, who was narrowly victorious, didn't say much, but after adjusting his breath a little, he turned and left.

When leaving, the pace even shook a little.

Obviously, forcibly breaking through the opponent's Feng Mo Zhan is not a small burden for him!

The defeated Zhao Zhu was dragged off the fighting platform by the old man.

The old man carried the fainted Zhao Zhu in one hand, and walked directly into the training room next to the martial arts arena.

Without the old man staring outside, the disciples present felt as if some kind of burden had been lifted, and the originally tense martial arts arena suddenly relaxed a lot.

That kind of scene vaguely made Sikong Changming have an illusion.

It was as if I had returned to the time when I was still studying in my previous life.

The students at that time and the teachers who were dealing with evening self-study were also in the same situation.

He took a deep breath, discarded the distracting thoughts in his mind, and began to devote himself to practice.

The cultivation base that has just broken through is not yet stable.

It takes practice to get used to the increased strength.

On the north side of the Martial Arts Field, there are many stone locks of different sizes, where many disciples are working hard.

Except for some talented monks.

For most monks, their own vigor will increase significantly with the improvement of their cultivation.

A disciple who has achieved great success in opening the pulse can only lift four hundred catties of stone locks with all his strength.

But the disciple at the peak of opening the pulse can lift a stone lock of five hundred catties.

This has also become the dividing line to measure the strength of monks.

Standing in front of a 450-jin stone lock, Sikong Changming estimated his own strength in his heart.

There were disciples who knew him around, and upon seeing this, they came over.

"Chang Ming, are you sure you can break through?"

"It's almost time for the disciple competition, time is waiting!"

The few people who spoke to Sikong Changming were also disciples who had been in the sect for three years.

They all stopped at the Great Achievement of the Pulse Opening Realm, and failed to break through to the peak of the Pulse Opening.

If there is no accident, these people will be in a very difficult situation in the future.

Regarding their temptation, Sikong Changming remained silent.

He bent down to hold the stone lock and shook it hard.

The 450-jin stone lock was picked up directly.

"Chang Ming, your strength is pretty good. With such a performance, and the Baicao Pill just issued by the sect, you may still have a chance."

A disciple said with some envy.

The sharp-eyed companion at the side quickly interrupted him when he saw this.

"What nonsense, you don't know that Changming's Baicao Pill has been taken by Wu..."

Wu Shan's reputation in Beiyun Academy is not small, and he often does things to compete for cultivation resources, which is notorious.

However, because of the background behind him, few people in Beiyun Academy are willing to contend with him.

Sikong Changming didn't take the words of others seriously.

He remained silent, changed to a heavier stone lock, and kept moving, building up his strength.

In a blink of an eye, it was late at night.

The stone lock that Sikong Changming moved had already reached five hundred catties.

This also made the surrounding disciples look at him a little more intriguing.

But at this moment, Sikong Changming was thinking about another thing.

"Splitting the Space Thirteen Hands, it should be the most easy-to-handle tactic among all the tactic that the disciples of the outer sect can practice."

At this moment, Sikong Changming, his mind moved slightly.

He planned to use two Baicao pills to go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to exchange for the formula.

This kind of behavior is allowed in the sect.

Baicao Dan and Fa Jue are both cultivation resources, and there is no distinction between them.

The choice between them is only on the disciples themselves.

At this moment, Zhao Zhu came out of the training room with a gloomy face.

He was extremely dissatisfied with the defeat by Ishikawa just now.

After all, his own Fengmo Zhan has an absolute advantage in the level of magic arts.

If it wasn't for the reason of underestimating the enemy, the winner of this exchange should have been himself.

He was planning to leave right there, but he accidentally caught a glimpse of Sikong Changming who was rolling the stone lock.

The latter's aura that has not been completely restrained is extremely obvious in Zhao Zhu's eyes.

"The peak of the opening pulse that just broke through?"

"Breakthrough at this time? It's really shit luck!"

Zhao Zhu also knew the rules of the competition, and was a little surprised by Sikong Changming's breakthrough state.

He rolled his eyes and suddenly felt evil thoughts in his heart.

"Why is everyone else's luck so good, but I am the only one who is unlucky and loses face in public!"

"Damn boy, I will teach you a lesson today!"

"Let you understand that a newly broken through peak pulse opening is not so precious in Beiyun Academy!"

Zhao Zhu, who wanted to save face, took the initiative to stand in front of Sikong Changming.

"This junior brother, seeing that you have just broken through to the peak of opening the meridian, why don't you compete with the senior brother!"

Faced with Zhao Zhu's initiative to invite a fight, Sikong Changming, who was still slamming the stone lock, instinctively shook his head and refused.

Only a fool would challenge a veteran at the pinnacle of pulse opening at this time!

However, in the originally stable heart, a system notification sounded suddenly.

"Junior Brother, the way of cultivation is to be brave and refined!"

Zhao Zhu was still chattering about the invitation to fight.

"You are avoiding battle with all your heart, which is not good for your practice!"

Sikong Changming, who had lowered his head in silence, suddenly raised his head.

The simple and honest face was full of joy.

Facing Zhao Zhu's swaying head that was caught off guard.

Bang bang, two punches!