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

At midnight, the moon is bright and the stars are thin.

Several pitch-black figures quietly appeared outside Sikong Changming's courtyard.

"Be careful, that kid has already reached the peak of Qimai. This time, the main purpose is to disturb him, so that he cannot practice safely."

Several people were wearing night clothes, covering their mouths and noses, covering their eyes and ears.

They are Wu Shan's subordinates, and they came to attack Sikong Changming in the dark.

Although Wu Shan didn't take the latter seriously, he was always cautious and didn't want to wait even for a day.

He vowed that Sikong Changming would not be at peace even for a moment.

A few people sneaked around, touched the wall quietly, and jumped into the yard.

Was trying to move on.

A calm and indifferent voice sounded, with a hint of ridicule.

"Tonight, it's quite early."

Sikong Changming set up a reclining chair in the yard, his expression was calm and at ease.

When these people came outside the courtyard, he had already noticed it.

Those sneaky little moves in the middle of the night.

The movement is actually very big.

Realizing that their whereabouts have been exposed, the group of men in black simply smashed their cans and smashed them, wanting to strike first.

"Bastard, brothers, fuck him."

"The pinnacle of opening the pulse that just broke through is not worth mentioning."

Several people rushed over, bared their teeth and claws, and shot viciously.

"A bunch of trash, vulnerable to a single blow."

Sikong Changming stood up slowly, his aura of peak self-confidence was undoubtedly evident at this moment.

"roll!"

He calmly waved his hand, and he grasped the Feng Mo Jue with extraordinary momentum.

After possessing this unique knowledge of Fengmo Sanren, Sikong Changming has already made up for his shortcomings in terms of formulas.

His palm passed by, and the whistling wind sounded beside him, showing his extraordinary skill attainments.

Several men in black who were caught off guard were knocked into the air in an instant.

In mid-air, there was a harsh explosion sound, and even the earthen wall was shaken off a large amount of dust.

In the blink of an eye, those men in black who were full of confidence just now were already full of panic.

This is definitely not an ordinary Qimai peak.

Sikong Changming, who pushes everything across, is like an insurmountable peak at this moment, making people desperate.

They followed Wu Shan before, and had conflicts with other Qimai peak disciples.

Although the cultivation base of those disciples is deeper, the gap between them and them is not too great.

However, at this moment, Sikong Changming did not reveal any profound aura.

Between gestures, there is a terrifying suppressive force.

"Go away! Take the message back and tell Wu Shan."

"There is an account, I want to settle it with him!"

Sikong Changming said flatly, easily knocking those men in black into the air.

In the face of overwhelming combat experience, these people's methods are full of flaws, like a stiff and clumsy puppet show.

Following a miserable howl, the figures of several men in black were thrown out of the courtyard.

One by one fell to the ground, clutching their arms and howling.

"Break off your arm as a punishment."

"If you still bark in front of me from now on, you will be killed on the spot."

His voice came faintly, in the calmness, there was an indestructible will.

The next morning.

In the martial arts arena of Beiyun Academy, there were people shaking, but it was extremely calm.

Several battle platforms have been vacant, and the audience is full of disciples, waiting for the big competition to start.

On one side of the viewing platform, there are several figures standing at the moment.

The master Beiyun, who was rarely seen on weekdays, finally showed up.

It was a tall, masked woman with long hair reaching her waist.

This head is also the only female cultivator in Beiyun Academy.

There are many rumors circulating in the courtyard about this mysterious headmaster.

It is said that the head of the female school is a direct disciple of the Lanshan Sect. Because of her mistakes, she was punished by the sect and relegated to the outer court.

There are also rumors that the principal, who looks like a young woman, is already sixty years old.

Under the veil, perhaps, is the face of an old woman full of wrinkles.

Wu Gang, the supervisor of Beiyun Academy, and Wang Ye, who guarded the martial arts field, were expressionless at the moment, standing behind the master and examining hundreds of disciples of Beiyun Academy.

"According to the rules, the leader of the big competition can get a chance to exchange for a formula for free."

"The top three in the disciple competition will have the opportunity to be promoted to inner disciples."

"The top ten in the big competition will double the cultivation resources for the next year."

"In the big competition, [-]% of the disciples who are late in winning will be directly eliminated and demoted to Lingnong."

The indifferent voice spread throughout the martial arts field, making people shudder.

Most of the disciples present could not help feeling a little panicked at this moment.

The cruelty of the practice world has revealed the tip of the iceberg at this moment.

Among the many disciples, the masters with the peak energy channels are only a minority.

"The competition begins!"

Master Beiyun gave an order, and the contest began.

The whole big score is the frontcourt and the backcourt.

The frontcourt duel, the disciples competed in the same situation, after confrontation again and again, the ranking order of each other was determined.

In the whole courtyard, there are a total of 33 outer disciples with Qimai Peak and above.

In the frontcourt stage, a direct bye.

If it is said that Dabi's frontcourt is to screen the weak.

Then the second half is the confrontation between the strong.

33 disciples, 36 disciples in total, and the top three disciples in the frontcourt duel, started a backcourt competition!

Sikong Changming, who only broke through a few days before the big competition, ranked No. 33 and second among the 30 bye disciples.

In the eyes of outsiders, he and the guy who managed to break through on the eve of the big competition.

They are regarded as the two weakest people at the peak level of Qimai.

Standing in the field specially opened for 36 disciples, Sikong Changming met Wu Shan's eyes.

The latter smiled coldly, and stretched out his hand across his neck, revealing his murderous intent.

The atmosphere among the thirty or so disciples was already tense.

Many disciples have private grievances, waiting to be resolved in the Grand Competition.

In this tense and dull atmosphere, in the blink of an eye, the disciple Dabi's schedule was over half.

The backcourt competition belonging to the elite disciples kicked off!

"Mu Sanqiu, fight against Baizhi"

"Situ Changming, fight Wu Shan!"

……

When the head of Beiyun announced the list of duels between the disciples in the backcourt.

After hearing the opponent's name, even Sikong Changming was a little surprised.

He didn't expect that he would meet Wu Shan in the first battle.

According to the normal battle, his opponent in the first battle should have been one of the three disciples promoted from the front court.

Sikong Changming, who vaguely guessed something, looked back, and sure enough, he saw the sinister Wu Shan looking at him with an evil smile.

"I've seen someone who doesn't want to live, but I've never seen someone who is eager to die!"

Regarding Wu Shan's secret manipulation methods, Sikong Changming smiled coldly.

Although his face was expressionless, a cold murderous intent flashed in the depths of his eyes.

Although he is not a murderous murderer.

But it is not a merciful and tolerant moral saint.

Some enmities can only be declared to an end when one party completely falls down!