The starting point is 900 million. What’s wrong if I drag it a little bit?

The Qingyun Sect's sect competition, which takes place every five years, is not only a grand event for the Qingyun Sect, but also a major event for the entire cultivation world!

Not only will hundreds of sect heads attached to the Qingyun Sect in the Western Zhou Dynasty attend, but people from the other eight holy places will also come to watch the ceremony.

The glory is instantaneous and the fame is endless!

It is also an opportunity for countless geniuses who want to join this ancient sect that has been passed down for thousands of years to show themselves!

There is obviously still a month left, but the fight between the outer sects starts now.

There are hundreds of thousands of outer disciples of the Qingyun Sect, and they are all talented people who come from all over the world to seek immortality and enlightenment.

Outer disciples cannot be older than 18 years old. Disciples over 18 years old will be sent home.

Therefore, before the age of eighteen, he either joins the Qingyun Sect or returns to his hometown to get married.

But after finally coming all the way here, how could we be willing to just go home like this? Not to mention that these disciples who can enter the outer sect are already outstanding people from all over the world!

Therefore, all the outer disciples worked hard and did not dare to relax for a moment, for fear that the fellow disciples around them would surpass them.

The outer gate of Qingyun Sect is truly the most inward-looking place.

And on a mountainside outside the Qingyun Sect's outer gate, a shirtless young man with bronze skin was carrying a huge log and climbing towards the top of the mountain step by step.

The young man has a resolute face, delicate eyebrows, and a stubborn look. What is even more shocking is that there is a huge scar on the young man's chest, which squirms with the young man's movements like a centipede.

The muscles on his body were wet with sweat over and over again, but all he could see was the last step at the top of the mountain.

The young man walked very steadily, leaving a shallow footprint on the bluestone with every step he took. The log on his shoulders seemed to weigh as much as a thousand pounds.

Finally, the boy carried the log to the top of the mountain, but without resting, he turned around and carried the log back down the mountain.

Before he could leave, a figure stood in front of the young man.

"Junior brother Xiao, the sect competition is about to begin in one month. After all, it's not the way for you to train your body like this. You can't even draw Qi into your body now, so there won't be any results. It's better to do it as soon as possible while you still have time. Click back and try to introduce Qi into your body!" A young man wearing a gray robe advised kindly.

The young man's name is Xiao Feng. He carries ironwood weighing 100,000 kilograms to and from the mountain road every day. He has become a beautiful scenery in the outer gate.

When he first started carrying logs up the mountain, he attracted a lot of attention.

Some people say he is using this method to attract attention.

Some people say that he is a loser who can't even reach the stage of Qi training.

Some people say he just wants to hang out here.

When he carried iron gold wood weighing more than 100,000 kilograms for five years,

From faltering, to now walking as fast as flying.

All doubts disappeared.

All that's left is admiration.

Even if it’s acting, it doesn’t matter if you have poor talent.

Just the perseverance of carrying the gold and iron wood to climb the mountain, rain or shine, without a day's rest, made everyone speechless.

Many people have respect for people who persevere.

But the young man still turned a deaf ear and silently climbed his mountain carrying the iron wood every day.

"Junior brother Xiao, the registration for the outer sect competition has begun. Come down the mountain with me!" The boy next to him said immediately when he saw that Xiao Feng was still preparing to continue climbing.

Xiao Feng paused and said in a low voice: "Senior Brother Zhao, go first, I'll be there soon!"

The young man whom Xiao Feng called Senior Brother Zhao sighed, turned around and ran down the mountain.

The top ten in the outer sect competition will enter the Qingyun Sect's sect competition. If they can win the favor of any peak master, they can officially enter the inner sect!

Xiao Feng carried Tie Jinmu, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes: "My bones were taken away, my Dantian was destroyed, my parents were killed, my brothers turned against each other, I was humiliated by my fiancée who had lived together since childhood, and I was ridiculed by my family. One day, I Xiao Feng wants to take back everything that belongs to me!"

"Ha...ah..." Ouyang yawned and stood on a bell tower at the gate of the outer competition, followed by a middle-aged man who bent slightly and had a smile on his face.

Ouyang, who looked sleepy, looked at the bustling outer disciples below and felt a little dizzy. Every time the outer disciples competed, the sect would ask Yifeng to supervise them.

This time it happened to be Xiaofeng's turn. The three villains on the mountain were not interested in the outer sect's novices pecking each other during the foundation period, but Hu Tutu wanted to follow him.

But after all, it was related to the reputation of the inner disciples, and it was more formal, so Ouyang did not bring Hu Tu over here, but came alone to be a mascot.

The middle-aged man with a smile on his face is the senior brother in charge of the outer sect.

Even though he was smiling in front of Ouyang, among the outer disciples, he was known as the evil man known as the Iron-faced Tiger.

The steward brother is responsible for the monthly resource distribution to the outer sect disciples. The distribution of resources is based on the disciple's contribution to the sect.

Without resources for cultivation, the progress of cultivation will be extremely slow. Therefore, having the right to allocate resources to outer disciples can be said to hold half of the power of life and death for outer disciples.

But now he is nodding and bowing to Ouyang, not to Ouyang himself, but to the Qingyun Sect that Ouyang represents.

"Old Sun, don't worry. I'm just here to make soy sauce. I won't interfere in your affairs. I still have to rely on you more in the outer sect competition." Ouyang looked at the middle-aged man who nodded and bowed to him as if he was not awake. Said lazily.

"No, no, senior brother Ouyang should be more considerate!" The middle-aged man looked at Ouyang with a smile and said respectfully.

Ouyang and Lao Sun exchanged a few polite words and once again focused their attention on the bustling outer disciples below.

Ouyang was dazzled by the countless densely packed panels, but after looking at them for so long, he didn't find anything good.

The only few who are good are even inferior to Lao Ling of Qingyun Sect.

Just as Ouyang was about to find a place to sleep and take a nap, his attention was suddenly attracted by a huge piece of wood.

A shirtless young man walked towards the outer registration office carrying a huge piece of wood.

A panel lit up in front of Ouyang:

Name: Xiao Feng (Stage of the Great Emperor)

Cultivation: comparable to foundation building

Root bone: 0

Charisma: 8

Lucky: 8

Bodybuilding qualification: 11

Exclusive skill: Unyielding will

Rating: A tragic hero in the beginning of a classic loser style!

"A level of 0? How did you do this? Even if you are worse than yourself, you still have a level of 1." Ouyang looked at the system's evaluation and couldn't help but become interested in the young man in front of him.

Why is he a good-for-nothing male protagonist? Just because his surname is Xiao?

Isn’t this emperor’s appearance a bit of a spoof?

And the body-building qualification actually exceeded 10?

Just when I was wondering if it was another son of the plane, suddenly the young man's roar sounded:

"Thirty years to the east of the river, thirty years to the west of the river, don't bully young people into poverty!"

Ouyang narrowed his eyes and felt certain.

If he can say this, there is no doubt that the young man is a son of the plane!