Cultivation of disciples and disciples to become gods

"Chang Yanfeng is the first in the first test, Jin Chuliu."

Fu Yaoye took the roster handed over by the disciple of Changyan Peak, and the first column listed the boy in black who was on the stage just now.

"I need you to make a trip in person, I really trouble you," the disciple in charge of recording the list said to Yao Ye apologetically, "The disciples of Changyan Peak were a little late in gathering this morning, and the first exam was delayed by two hours. "

Fu Yaoye heard the words, put away the roster, and asked him calmly: "Oh, did something happen?"

The disciple said casually: "Ah, the spirit beasts in Yanlinyuan rioted, we went there to help."

Yanlin Garden is a place where Changyan Peak raises spirit beasts. Some spirit beasts have not developed their spiritual wisdom and will indeed affect other spirit beasts. It seems that Changyan Peak disciples are used to the riots of spirit beasts.

Fu Yaoye didn't stay long, and was about to leave after taking the list of disciples.

Fu Yao came out of Changyan Peak at night, and there was a pond in front of him.He flew across the water and happened to bump into Jin Chuliu who was dressed in black.

The rock white tiger was lying beside the pond, its tail circled in a semicircle, and the young boy in black with an open eyebrow leaned on the spirit beast and looked over lazily.

He has a high ponytail, a black outfit, and sharp facial features. It seems somewhat arrogant to glance at him like this.

Fu Yaoye lowered his eyes slightly, nodded towards him, and walked towards Changhua Peak without looking back.

"Did you watch the competition yesterday? Junior Brother Fu won all the battles, and even Senior Brother Wu who was in the Foundation Establishment Stage was defeated by his sword."

"Don't watch it, I was drawn to play against him in the first round of my first trial, and I couldn't catch a single move."

"Sword cultivators are indeed the most powerful."

"Not necessarily, our Senior Brother Su from Changchuan Peak is also very good at fighting?"

"Senior Brother Su has already lost to Senior Brother Sheng twice in a row. Could it be Senior Brother Sheng who is number one this time?"

"You said that Junior Brother Fu and Senior Brother Sheng are both sword cultivators, who is more powerful?"

"It goes without saying, it must be Senior Brother Sheng."

"..."

All the disciples of Qingheng Mountain lined up in front of the stage, and there were many people whispering among themselves.

After all, the disciple competition held every five years, regardless of whether they passed the initial test or not, all the disciples came to watch the competition on the last day of the duel.

The female cultivator playing the piano on the stage couldn't hold on anymore, and several strings of the piano broke.

Lu Ziyuan clicked to stop, and closed the formation.

"Changhui Peak, Lu Ziyuan wins!"

Lu Mengsheng, who was sitting on the grand teacher's chair, stroked his beard and couldn't help but nodded slightly.

Lu Ziyuan stepped off the stage in a few steps, brushed past Fu Yaoye, and hurriedly turned to him, "Junior Brother Fu!"

The snow-clothed boy stopped and turned slightly sideways.

Lu Ziyuan whispered: "Junior Brother Fu, you will definitely win."

Hearing this, Fu Yaoye chuckled lightly, thanked her and said, "Thank you, Senior Sister Lu."

"In the tenth match, Chang Huafeng Fu Yaoye played against Chang Yanfeng Jin Chuliu."

Su Baimu looked at it for a while, then frowned and said, "No way, why did Chang Yanfeng change his routine again?"

Xiao Jianyuan stared intently at the two people and one tiger on the stage, and asked, "What do you say?"

"Don't you remember?" Su Baimu said, "Chang Yanfeng always took advantage of loopholes. In the previous competitions, he insisted on bringing his own spirit beast together, which was very disadvantageous to us."

"However, in the past years, Chang Chuanfeng thought of a countermeasure - to control their spirit beast first, and when the spirit beast can't attack, its owner will find it difficult to persist."

"This is basically a fight between us and spirit beasts. Every time my juniors come back with bites and scratches."

Su Baimu rubbed his chin and said: "In previous years, with our Changchuan Peak blocking, very few Changyan Peak disciples entered the decisive battle... But this year's junior is not easy."

Xiao Jianyuan didn't listen carefully, thinking he was talking about Fu Yaoye, and said casually, "I don't even look at whose junior brother it is."

"I'm talking about the one from Changyan Peak." Su Baimu gave him a blank look, then turned his head to the stands: "His name seems to be Jin...Jin Chuliu?"

Xiao Jianyuan was very unfamiliar with this name, and he couldn't find the name after searching the characters in the original book.

The Yanbaihu seemed to be a bit bigger, with its front paws stepping forward, it rushed towards Fu Yaoye.

Fu Yaoye remained motionless, and waited for the spirit beast to come to a distance of more than three feet in front of him, then slowly raised his sword and blocked it in front of him.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Jin Chuliu standing in front of him with arms folded, with a half-smile, as if he wasn't participating in the duel comfortably.

Hai Jing vaguely covered the spirit beast's front claws, and a bright blue light burst out in an instant, and a sword array was suspended between the beast's claws and Hai Jing, blocking the blow for Fu Yaoye.

Zhong Yurong, who was sitting next to Lu Mengsheng, lost his mind slightly: "Broken Star..."

Yan Li was dressed in brocade clothes, shaking a folding fan in his hand, blocking the smile on his lips: "The last time I saw this sword formation was when the sect master brother fought against the Canglan sect when he was young."

Lu Mengsheng expressed his appreciation unabashedly: "It is less than two months since I handed over the sword manual practiced by the sect master to the two of them, and Fu Yaoye has already learned it so well."

Dong Changying squinted his eyes and looked over, smiled at Li Yuanbei, "Yuanbei, it seems that your disciple is unlucky this time."

Li Yuanbei was holding a bone china cup, but smiled and said nothing.

Yanbaihu failed to strike, and with a low growl, he circled behind Fu Yaoye again. Fu Yaoye's figure flashed, and he was actually faster than it. He turned his wrist, straightened his sword, and hit the spirit beast hard on the forehead superior.

Jin Chuliu's complexion changed suddenly, and he said coldly: "What are you doing to tease my spirit beast, if you want to hit it, hit it hard."

Fu Yaoye floated to the ground, waved his sleeves, and stood with his sword behind his back: "You said that."

Fu Yaoye raised his sword with the aura of cold snow, mixed with the momentum of the sword, and struck directly at Jin Chuliu!

"He just launched an attack on Jin Chuliu like this?" Su Baimu was a little puzzled, "The spirit beast will definitely protect the Lord, this is equivalent to fighting two sides, why not just deal with the spirit beast."

Xiao Jianyuan didn't show his face, he held Tianshu's sword tassel tightly in his hand, and asked Su Baimu: "That Jin Chuliu, what level is the foundation building now?"

Su Baimu flipped through the roster of disciples, and exclaimed: "Surprisingly, like your junior brother, he also built the second floor of the foundation."

Xiao Jianyuan heaved a sigh of relief.

The system goes online: "Then why worry, the protagonist's halo is there, he will win."

Winning is a must...Xiao Jianyuan looked at the sharp claws and teeth of the Yanbai tiger, and said silently in his heart: Sure enough, only Chang Chuanfeng is willing to deal with this spirit beast. Genius is good.

"However, it should depend on the grade of his spirit beast; I think that spirit beast is so strong, it must be a middle-to-high grade." Su Baimu said again: "Hey, Fu Yaoye's 'youngest foundation cultivator' name The head is still there, and this Jin Chuliu is one year older than him."

Xiao Jianyuan stroked the tassel of the sword hanging on the sky, and thought, there will be no foundation-builder monk younger than the protagonist in this book.

Moreover, Fu Yaoye is no longer the second floor of the foundation building.

A wound was drawn on Yanbaihu's back by the sword energy, and Jin Chuliu said in surprise, "You have already broken through the second floor of the foundation building!"

Fu Yaoye's eyebrows were frosty, a strand of black hair fell on his forehead, slightly covering the red mark, he said lightly, "It's not the second floor."

Hai Jing's sword was covered with a layer of frost, Fu Yaoye recited the sword formula silently, and made the second sword.

The chill spread across the sky, and a sword shadow turned into several ice blades, stabbing towards Jin Chuliu.

Jin Chuliu led Yanbaihu back step by step, gritted his teeth for the last time, and took the sword forcefully.

"Three floors of foundation building! Two floors in a row in one month!" Su Baimu looked shocked, and looked back at Xiao Jianyuan: "You only broke the first floor after one or two years after building the foundation, right?"

Xiao Jianyuan touched his nose: "A month ago, he almost broke through the second floor of the foundation building, and he also broke through the third floor yesterday."

He whispered again: "Of course I can't compare with him."

Xiao Jianyuan has also recently reached the ninth floor of the foundation building. According to the original qualifications, he can reach the stage of concentration before entering the realm of Yundu.

The aptitude of the original body is already good enough, but he didn't expect that for the protagonist, advancement is as simple as drinking water and eating. Yesterday, Fu Yaoye was just practicing swords in a normal way, and suddenly broke through!

Xiao Jianyuan comforted himself not to act as if he had never seen the world: the protagonist, these are normal operations.

Xiao Jianyuan didn't give Jin Chu a chance to catch his breath at all. After he swung his sword, the tip of the sword rose directly from the bottom, and connected to the next sword like flowing clouds and flowing water.

With a roar, Yanbaihu jumped between the two of them, arching its back.

Jin Chuliu shouted: "I admit defeat!"

The Haijing sword in Fu Yaoye's hand froze, and the tip of the sword with a cold light hung in front of the eyes of the spirit beast.

"Changhua Peak, Fu Yao Yesheng!"

Fu Yaoye stared at the spirit beast in front of him in a daze, and when Jin Chuliu called it back, Fu Yaoye moved his hands and put the sea mirror back into the scabbard.

The disciples watching the battle had already started discussing:

"Junior Brother Fu has already built the third floor of the foundation?!"

"He hadn't built a foundation when he came back from training, so it's so fast!"

"I'm afraid Zhuang Han of the Canglan faction doesn't have such a speed!"

"..."

There was a chaotic sound in the audience, Jin Chuliu touched Yanbaihu's ears, and was just about to take it off the stage, when he suddenly heard the young man with sparse eyebrows say in a low voice: "If you let it block a sword, you may also defeat me .”

Jin Chuliu smiled freely, his eyebrows were extremely flamboyant, he didn't look like someone who lost the duel at all: "Win you?"

"You are a sword cultivator, and I have just established a foundation, so naturally I can't beat you."

Yanbaihu stepped on the ground with its paws a little anxiously, Jin Chuliu touched it reassuringly, and said, "And I won't let Abai block the sword for me."

The boy holding the sword was as cold as the sword in his hand, standing straight.

Jin Chuliu shook his head gently, and said in a low voice, "Forget it, you don't have your own spirit beast, so you won't understand."

Jin Chuliu had read in a book before that the predecessors of the Canglan Sect used one sword to practice the ruthless way and one sword to forget emotion; he just thought it was ridiculous.

Now that he was fighting this young sword cultivator from Qingheng Mountain, he remembered this record for no reason.

There was still a wound on Yanbaihu's body, Jin Chuliu stuffed something into its mouth, it seemed to forget the pain, and happily rubbed against Jin Chuliu's leg, like a big cat.

Fu Yaoye watched one man and one beast get off the stage before turning around.

The wind blows the black hair on the forehead, revealing the picturesque eyebrows and eyes of the boy.

Why doesn't he have his own spirit beast?

There was blood in Fu Yaoye's eyes, he stood still suddenly, closed his eyes forcefully, and then walked down the steps slowly.

Xiao Jianyuan looked at the boy standing on the stage for a while before stepping down, feeling a little puzzled.

He stood up, looked in the direction Fu Yaoye left, and was about to leave to watch the battle.

"Hey, wait," Su Bermuda held him back and asked, "The next lottery will start soon, where are you going?"

With Xiao Jianyuan's hesitation, Fu Yaoye's figure disappeared among the disciples.

He sighed, and followed Su Baimu to draw his opponent for the next competition.

"There are 60 people at the end, and they will come out after finishing the list," Su Baimu read over and over while drawing lots: "I don't want to draw you again this year..."

Su Baimu was overjoyed when he saw the signature clearly: "Hey, there's nothing like Changbi Peak!"

Chang Bifeng is a female cultivator, and Mo Rushi is the eldest disciple of Elder Zhong Yurong.

After Xiao Jianyuan drew the lottery, he stood there motionless.

Su Baimu looked curiously: "Who is this?"

After seeing the name clearly, Su Baimu was also stunned: "Uh..."

Three words were written on the signature: Fu Yaoye.

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"Magic to God":

"...

"Changhuafeng Fu Yaoye, against Changhuafeng Shenglang. '

The disciples watching the battle were in an uproar.

Fu Yaoye came to the stage calmly, and Sheng Lang was already standing on the stage waiting for him.

"Little brother," Sheng Lang blinked, "Have you memorized the sword formula I taught you yesterday?" '

Fu Yaoye nodded while holding the sea mirror.

"Okay," Sheng Lang straightened up, drew his sword and sold the pin, "then this time..."

'I will not be soft! '

As soon as he finished speaking, Sheng Lang rushed towards him.

......"