Cultivate with an African God

The first round of competition is over soon.

People had different expressions on their faces, either confident or frustrated. Those who lost had already gone down the mountain quietly, and those who hadn't lost were observing the people around them, guessing who would be their opponent in the next round and how strong they were.After the first round, Mu Xinghe, Ying Juexiao and Ren Jing were the only disciples who could enter the next round.

In the first round, they almost didn't suffer a hard fight, and they all won by crushing.Someone like Mu Xinghe who has to go back and forth with his opponent several times can basically be regarded as a chicken pecking at each other.

The victorious rookie climbed up the tree like a monkey and sat on the branch as soon as the competition was over, waiting in a good mood for the deacon disciple to announce the name list for the next round.

Several people came to the high platform one after another, one of them was wearing a blue robe, Mu Xinghe looked very familiar to him, wasn't it the inner sect brother Bai Qingyang he met that day?

Bai Qingyang and Song Luxiang came to Yujing Terrace together, and complained as they walked: "Actually, I shouldn't be here today on behalf of the master, but my senior sister said that she couldn't get up so early because of her beauty sleep, so she drove me here. You It’s okay to say that I don’t know where I got the beauty sleep, but how can I get the beauty sleep in the morning?”

Song Lv smiled when he heard it, shook his head, and said, "Since you are called as representatives, is Uncle Chu planning to select apprentices here this year?"

"No, no, no," Bai Qingyang said with a rare dignified expression, "Master said that the eldest brother is about to form an alchemy, so he must protect him for a while, and he has no spare energy to raise new apprentices in the past ten years."

"You have a good master." Song Lu said with a smile.

"What a fluffy boy," Bai Qingyang actually said swear words, "He also said that if I can't make it to the top three in this year's competition, he will send me to practice on the mountain until he is satisfied. There are so many monsters in the Yunfu sect, even if I Even if all the brothers and sisters don't come, how can I get the top three so easily!"

"Hahaha," Song Lu wisely changed the subject, "Speaking of which, how is your spirit beast?"

Speaking of spirit beasts, Bai Qingyang was beaming again: "That's not a spirit beast, it's probably the offspring of an ordinary tiger's great-grandfather and a spirit beast. It only has some elementary mana, no mind and no inner alchemy, but It looks really majestic, and it looks really good in the courtyard."

He paused, as if he remembered something: "The kid who gave me the clue seems to be here today, let me see if he passed..."

As he spoke, he probed to look at the list in the hands of the deacon disciples, and nodded: "Yes." Then he said: "At that time, I was very happy. When I left, I saw that he was cute, so I threw away my former Qingmiao Lingjun Dan. I gave it to him, and even though I don’t need it for a long time, if a disciple like him who doesn’t have any real qi in the nourishing stage takes a pill when it’s urgent, it will be of great benefit.”

Song Lu had known him for a long time, and he knew very well what his so-called "throwing it to him" was like. He smiled wryly and said, "But does he know what that is..."

"Never mind him!" Bai Qingyang's tone was very firm, "Seeing that he dared to stay in the cave full of rune spirits for so long, he must be a bold one, and he might have eaten it out of curiosity."

Song Lu sighed, and said softly: "If he is really a foolish and bold person with no intention, he may not be able to wait for you to rescue him in the cave..."

However, Bai Qingyang looked at the list in the hands of the deacon disciples, and found something very interesting, so he moved his head over again, not paying attention to what he was talking about.

Sitting on the tree, Mu Xinghe didn't know anything about their conversation.

The deacon disciples had already lined up the list for the second round of the match, and while they were reading, Mu Xinghe strained his ears to listen. Ren Jing and Ying Juexiao had already been called, but he couldn't hear his name for a long time.

Mu Xinghe was extremely bored, so he had no choice but to check the names and names of the people on the field according to their reactions. Seeing that the name was almost finished, the deacon disciple finally read his battle arrangement.

"Mu Xinghe, bye."

Not only Mu Xinghe was stunned, but also the audience was in an uproar.

Some people envy and hate that this person will directly enter the next round of shit luck. Some people have a better memory, knowing that Mu Xinghe is the new outer sect who can only use Xiao Qingfeng, and they are even more gnashing of teeth, very dissatisfied.

Mu Xinghe saw these reactions in his eyes, and could only spread his hands: He didn't want to, and he couldn't help it.

Mu Xinghe yawned, huddled in the shadow of the tree, and watched the competition on Yujing Stage intently.

Ying Juexiao's competition came a little earlier. His opponent was dressed in bunts and had a beard on his face. He looked rather old. He was probably an outer disciple who went out to practice a few years ago. I remember his name was Wan Hui.He folded his arms with both hands, his expression was very calm, and the smile on the corner of his mouth clearly showed that he had the chance to win.Ying Juexiao looked a little nervous, and there was no smile on her usually lovable face.

Ying Juexiao has always been a cautious person, when things happen, he will be prepared, he knows who the other party is.

Wan Hui, started six years ago, left the sect four years ago to go down the mountain to practice, this year is already at the peak of Qi training.After years of practice, he has accumulated enough contributions to exchange for many spells.

Seeing Ying Juexiao's careful handling, he became more happy and said with a smile: "Little friend, you will come again next year, don't be afraid."

Ying Juexiao lowered her head and said nothing, "Please enlighten me, senior."

Wan Hui didn't say anything false, and replied: "Then I won't be polite—"

Before the words fell, Ying Juexiao had already made a move——

A purple thunder light hit Wan Hui's sky cap, and Wan Hui's mind was shocked.The moment he was stunned, Ying Juexiao had already sent out several streams of sword energy, and several swords formed by the breeze touched his body.

Flowing Wind Sword Qi is a very common technique, and it is also a very common talent technique.

A spell that Wanhui would not even bother to exchange.

But the sharpness of the blades, the swiftness of the attack, and the tricky angle of these swords transformed from sword qi all surprised Wan Hui.The sharpness of the sword is due to the abundance of true qi, the rapid attack, the proficiency of skills, the tricky angle, and the meticulous control of the true qi - this outer disciple is different!

Ying Juexiao didn't give him time to break through, each of his swords was against Wan Hui's true qi circulation tricks, and a few swords pushed inward, blocking Wan Hui's true qi circulation in an instant.

Things have come to this point, no matter how much unwillingness is, it is just a dying struggle.

Ying Juexiao is a cautious person.He is used to making complete preparations, and his deployment has already begun before the war.

The other party has many means, so he will induce the other party to relax his vigilance, and make him unable to use any means when he is not prepared.

After half a moment, Wan Hui conceded defeat.

"This is the strength of the strongest outer sect in our generation...?" Mu Xinghe sat on a tree and ate fruit, murmuring to himself vaguely.After thinking for a while, he shook his head again, and said to himself, "No, I should have reservations."

It would be interesting to meet him in the next round.

Mu Xinghe laughed after thinking about it, it was another smile that in his eyes was pure and upright like a young pioneer, and in Ying Juexiao's eyes was sinister and chilling.

Ren Jing's competition was missed by Mu Xinghe's team. In fact, Mu Xinghe had timed it well and watched half of the previous match. It was a place to unwind, but he never expected that there would be no one to guide him when he went back, and he forgot the way.

He abandoned his sixth sense that never worked, and relied on his proud memory to rush back to see the end of Ren Jing's competition.

The one who competed with Ren Jing was a little girl, who was about the same age as them, but she was very skilled in using spells.When Mu Xinghe went back, he heard their discussions. It seemed that the two were fighting each other, but then the little girl made a mistake, Ren Jing seized the opportunity, and now he has controlled the situation in his own hands.

Mu Xinghe didn't go up the tree again. Seen from the crowd, Ren Jing played very steadily, without leaking a single flaw. Although he didn't have the sharpness of Ying Juexiao's one-hit decisive victory, he still kept the rhythm of victory firmly. Got it under control.

However, everyone's attention is no longer in this competition.

On the high platform, a group of people came from the distant mountains, some with the crown of the crown, and some with high clouds and temples.

It is beyond reach, and you can feel the power just by looking at it from a distance.

This is the power of the strong.

This is the first of the peaks, a master of the sect.

In the midst of all the attention, the second round ended quietly.

In the second round of this year's outer sect competition, none of the new outer sect disciples lost. This has also become a talking point for some people. In their view, Ying Juexiao's strength is very terrifying, and the hope of being selected into the inner sect is not high. Small, and Ren Jing's strength is also very good. As for that Mu Xinghe, it was pure luck to get in. In the third round of the strong like a cloud, he will definitely be beaten to the ground.

"In fact, this kind of luck is not a good thing. Normally, everyone who breaks into the third round is a strong man. He was beaten to the ground in front of the elder Jindan in the first place of each peak. How embarrassing. Maybe it will be a few years later. Besides, I still remember him, and I don’t plan to accept him if I win,” the man kept talking, but seeing no response, he turned his head and said to the people next to him, “You think so?”

The young man he asked was eating fruit, but he couldn't help being taken aback by the conversation, and then he laughed. He was handsome, and when he smiled, his brows and eyes were curved, and he was very pleasing: "Yes, yes."

The list of matches for the third round was announced soon.

The first name I read was Mu Xinghe.

The shitty Mu Xinghe finally met his opponent.

An opponent who almost silences people when they hear their name.

There are many kinds of strong opponents - some you know he is very strong, but you may not be afraid to try; but there are also people who just want to never meet him.

Li Han is the latter.

Mu Xinghe's opponent in the third round, Li Han, is only a character in the Qi training period, but anyone who has a little knowledge has heard that he was framed into the ghost realm when he first entered the Qi training period, and returned bloody three years later, taking revenge deeds.

Even though Mu Xinghe had never heard of such a thing, the previous two battles had left him with a deep impression on this person. He looked across the crowd and saw that person was dressed in black, his eyes were restrained, but his aura was as if he had burst out of it. The sword in the sheath is sharp and hard to handle.

That person seemed to feel his gaze, and looked over from afar.

Those were a pair of eyes that were used to killing without warmth.

The author has something to say:

Speaking of which, I have always chosen names very casually, whatever comes to mind, Comrade Little Round Face, I didn’t think of a name at all when I wrote it, but one day I suddenly had a flash of inspiration and decided to call him Ying Juexiao.Then I always felt something was wrong, so I searched and it turned out to be a trick in "Mieyun Tulu", nicknamed Xinghe Sword...provoke...decided to pretend that nothing happened