The weakest peak master? All my disciples are immortal kings and empresses.

"Haoran righteousness?! But am I seeing things wrong? Why do I feel that the girl actually has righteousness?"

Suddenly, Yan Yu, the head of the second peak who had not spoken for a long time, cast a surprised look at Mu Xiaoxiao, and then asked everyone.

Several people explored the spiritual energy one by one, and were all shocked.

"It's really righteousness!"

"Confucianism is different from Taoism. It cultivates righteousness. The so-called heavenly way of interpretation lasts forever. This girl looks young, but she has already condensed righteousness. This girl is extraordinary!"

"As expected of Master Kong's granddaughter, with such talent and understanding, it is only a matter of time for her to become a Confucian woman in the future. But why doesn't Master Kong personally teach her in Qingfeng Academy?"

"Then I don't know the reason. Changqing, you are really lucky. The first disciple is not only a one-in-a-million spiritual root, but also has a very high talent in swordsmanship. The second disciple is also a potential Confucianist."

Su Changqing just smiled and didn't answer. In the eyes of several peak masters, it was very annoying.

Sect Master Qin Xuanming didn't say anything from beginning to end. He sat on the main seat and seemed to be thinking about something. From time to time, he looked at Luo Xue and Mu Xiaoxiao sitting in the seats of the thirteen peaks below the stage, and from time to time he looked at Su Changqing.

After sitting for a while, it was finally ten o'clock, and the sect disciple competition officially began.

Qin Xuanming jumped into the sky and told everyone the competition system of this sect competition: "There are three high platforms ranked from high to low, and new disciples can compete with each other on these three platforms."

"Before the sun sets, only one disciple can be left on the three platforms, and the first, second and third places will be ranked from high to low. There are no restrictions on the rules, but no deaths are allowed."

After that, Qin Xuanming announced the rewards for the last three winners.

For a moment, everyone was excited. This time the rewards were much better than usual.

"Dong!"

A heavy bell sounded, and the disciple competition officially began.

But for a moment, no one moved.

After all, it would be good to be the only one standing on the high platform before the sun sets. The first person to go up will definitely bear the brunt and will be besieged by the disciples who come on stage later. Even if he can fight, he is afraid that he will be exhausted by the round-robin battle.

But there must be brave men under the big reward.

Even if there is no strength to win, there are people who are willing to be the first to appear. After all, it is also a symbol of courage, and it may be remembered in the future.

"You are a bunch of cowards, and you are afraid to go on stage. Then let me, Old Zhu, take the lead!"

A burly man holding a big knife walked out of the seven peaks, looked around and mocked, and then jumped onto the highest platform.

"Master Hong, this is your disciple, and he is really as brave and arrogant as you!"

Su Changqing was thinking quietly, and suddenly heard Chen Ming, the master of the 12th peak beside him, gave a thumbs up to the master of the 7th peak, Hong Changhong.

"That's right, my disciples should be as brave and arrogant as me!"

Hong Changhong grinned arrogantly, without any modesty, causing the other peak masters to smile.

Offstage, one person stood up and then the second one stood up.

"The courage of a common man is not to be feared. I, Xue Yang, challenge Senior Brother Zhu to a duel."

Then he came out from the crowd again, holding a silver spear, and flew to the highest platform with a spear and a dragon, fighting with Zhu Xiong with a sword and a spear.

Then, everyone had a role model.

Each of them walked down from their seats, flew to the platform and began to occupy the only three platforms.

For a while, the scene was still very lively, and all kinds of strange weapons, moves and calligraphy attracted waves of spiritual energy. Some high-powered people stood on the platform for a long time to welcome challengers one after another, and some were picked up and sent off the stage within a few breaths of going on stage.

The faces on the highest platform changed one after another. The first Zhu Pi who went up was knocked off the stage by Xue Yang in three moves.

Xue Yang did not last long. After fighting three people in a row, he was finally defeated and knocked off the stage by the others.

It can be said that all kinds of situations can happen on the stage.

"Senior sister, when are we going up?"

Mu Xiaoxiao sat next to Luo Xue, looking at the monks falling off the stage one by one, she asked Luo Xue curiously.

Although the two of them were dissatisfied with each other, when it really came to the time when the thirteen peaks were in glory, the two of them still indifferently put aside the dispute over the master and wholeheartedly united against the outside world.

"There is no hurry yet. I don't see anyone who can make me take action."

Luo Xue said lightly.

Today, the master told her that the so-called first blow is strong; the second is weak; the third is exhausted.

Even if you have strength, you can'tRepresentatives should be reckless, not in a hurry to get on the high platform, and wait patiently until those who hide their incompetence can no longer bear it, and then go on the stage to compete with them.

As soon as Luo Xue finished speaking, she heard the sound of discussion around her.

"Look, look! Long Xiaoyun is finally ready to make a move!"

"Come on, Senior Brother Long! The crown today belongs to you!"

"Come on, Senior Brother Long!"

......

For a while, the cheers continued, and everyone's eyes were on it.

A young man walked out of the seats of the three peaks. He looked at the high platform representing the first place with boredom, and a green sword was equipped on his waist.

He jumped up and flew to the high platform. The disciple opposite who had just won and was complacent suddenly looked dim and looked at him as if he was facing a great enemy.

"Long Xiaoyun, I challenge you, Senior Brother!"

"Come on! I want to see how strong Junior Brother Long, who is known as a sword genius, is!"

After that, the disciple, with the idea of ​​striking first, put on a dark boxing glove, and turned into a black shadow and punched Long Xiaoyun.

"Senior Brother is very fast, but there are many flaws!"

Long Xiaoyun shook his head disappointedly, seemingly dissatisfied with his opponent's strength.

"Stop talking nonsense! Let me hit you first!"

The disciple gritted his teeth and said, his steps became faster. In a blink of an eye, he came to Long Xiaoyun and shouted and punched him.

But Long Xiaoyun just dodged sideways and easily avoided his attack. The disciple looked at himself in disbelief that his punch was empty, but he quickly reacted and immediately wanted to punch him back.

"Not fast enough!"

Long Xiaoyun whispered, and then a ray of cold light leaped out from his waist, and the Qingyun Sword was unsheathed, and in just a moment, a sword energy was swung out.

Under the gaze of everyone, the disciple holding the boxing gloves did not even hurt Long Xiaoyun at all, and was hit hard in the chest by the sword energy and flew backwards. After spinning several times in the air, he finally fell to the ground and fell into a coma.