Over the Valley of the God of War, nine peaks converge on Huading, fairy clouds fall, and all kinds of phenomena appear.
On the high platform due to the north, Gu Ningyuan, the head of Wentian Sect, stepped forward and yelled: "Stop!"
Lei Ming and Ye Ling's momentum continued, but they did not dare to take any action.
"In this nine-peak competition, no matter what the grievances are, you can compete in the competition. Now is not the time for your private fight, don't back down!"
The two of them did not dare to disobey the sect leader's orders. Lei Ming stopped his power and said coldly to Ye Ling: "On the battlefield, I will make you kneel down and beg for mercy!"
After saying that, Lei Ming turned around and left, sitting on the cloud platform of Zidian Peak. Ye Ling said nothing, restrained his sharp energy, and stepped back.
After the interlude came to an end, the surrounding disciples were talking a lot. They were all surprised at Ye Ling's current cultivation level, and even sighed at the fact that he had caused thunder.
"Everyone!"
Gu Ningyuan rose up and stepped on the clouds. The whole body was shrouded in fairy clouds, the body was fragrant, and the cold air continued to flow out, freezing the void.
With a wave of his hand, the nine peaks gathered in the air suddenly condensed into one place, forming a dazzling light that landed in the Valley of the God of War.
Immediately afterwards, the divine flower soared into the sky again and submerged into the sky. A sapphire battle platform with a radius of a hundred feet rose from the valley and floated in front of the disciples.
On the high platform, all the eight peak masters stood up and stood at the edge of the platform to watch.
Gu Ning's voice was like a loud bell, going straight through people's hearts: "The Nine Peaks Competition has begun. Wentian Nine Meridians will take the stage in the order determined in advance. The winner of each group will advance to the next round! Those who advance to the next round can go to the stage after the competition. Go to the Enlightenment Spring to meditate for ten days. The last thirty people can go to the Enlightenment Spring to meditate for thirty days."
As soon as he finished speaking, countless high walls suddenly rose up from the 100-foot high platform, dividing the prince into a circular field. Each prototype field was marked with numbers for fighting.
Immediately afterwards, at the edge of each field, there was a disciple of the previous generation of the sect. They entered the sect a hundred years ago, and now most of them have reached the Lingxu realm and the Yingchong realm. In order to prevent any casualties during the competition, they were taken care of.
Therefore, the Nine Peaks disciples entered their respective venues in the order decided in advance. There are eight people in each place, belonging to the eight peaks.
Although Bai Wuyu was in Taixu Garden, he had not officially become a master and was unable to participate in the competition. Only Ye Ling and Wu Qing took the stage.
Ye Ling stood in the field and carefully observed the surroundings. He found that the entire high platform was transformed by Taoist power. Even if it was damaged, it could be repaired quickly. It was indeed made by great magical power, which was impressive.
The surrounding Eight Peaks disciples looked at each other and made up their minds: "Let's do it together and defeat Ye Ling first!"
Ye Ling's consciousness covered the surroundings, and any disturbance could not escape his attention, so he naturally knew their thoughts. There are eight people on the same stage, but in the early stage of Qingyou Realm, even if one is against eight, there is nothing to fear.
The disciple of the previous generation in mid-air had an expressionless face and said in a deep voice: "When fighting with the same sect, you should not kill someone during the competition, otherwise you will be punished as a crime of treason. If there is an accident, I will also come to the rescue. In this way, we can start!" "
As soon as he finished speaking, a Red Fire Peak disciple's anger rose and he struck a palm towards Ye Ling. The palm mark was burned with blazing flames and the heat rose.
Ye Ling made no move and instead looked at the seven people around him.
The seven people gritted their teeth secretly. They all knew that Ye Ling defeated Huo Yun. If they did not join forces, they would definitely lose to Ye Ling.
As a result, the seven people each took action, and the seven-vein Taoist magic shone in the sky. The skills and Taoist tools were brilliant, and the Taoist rhyme was criss-crossed, all heading towards Ye Ling.
The next moment, a sword roar pierced the sky, and the entire venue was covered by sharp edges. Ye Ling stepped forward, the wooden sword drew graceful arcs in the air, and the Heaven-Destroying Sword Technique exploded with several times its combat power!
"boom--"
A huge wave spread all around, and the Eighth Peak disciples fell to the ground, defeated.
Ye Ling sheathed her sword, turned around, and stepped out of the platform.
The former disciple in mid-air had a look of shock on his face. Although he was at the Lingxu realm, he could not fully see through Ye Ling's sword draw, and the eight people on the ground lost even more confusedly.
"Isn't the sword in decline?"
When Ye Ling returned to Yuntai, Bai Wuyu hurriedly greeted him and said with a smile: "Elder brother, I didn't expect you to win so quickly!"
Ye Ling smiled and looked up. Some disciples on the cloud platform had also returned. The leaders of the eight peaks had taken their positions earlier than Ye Ling.
They have been famous for a long time and have profound cultivation. Even the disciples of the previous generation have been suppressed by them. Therefore, the disciples who were assigned to a group with them simply gave up and left without even the intention of fighting.
Lei Ming in the distance also looked at Ye Ling, grinned at Ye Ling, and waved his fist.
Ye Ling looked calm. Perhaps a battle with Lei Ming would benefit him, but he was unwilling to make too many enemies.
Not long after, Wu Qing walked out with her hands hanging down. Her Taoist robes were in tatters, and she had obviously gone through a hard struggle.
In front of Ye Ling and Bai Wuyu, Wu Qing smiled bitterly and said, "I lost."
Wu Qing was in the Huiling Realm, but his Dao Aperture was dissatisfied. There were disciples in the Qingyou Realm in the same group. Although he fought hard, he still lost.
Bai Wuyu comforted him and said: "Although Second Senior Brother was defeated, he did not give up. He is much stronger than those who dare not fight!"
As soon as he said this, the disciples around him looked at him angrily, wanting to justify his abstention, but unwilling to fight with a monster.
Wu Qing smiled and said: "This is my first time to have a good fight, it's so fun!"
After hearing this, Ye Ling remembered that Wu Qing was kind-hearted and never fought with others. When he was bullied, it was because of him, the second brother. But Wu Qing's temper will be a blessing or a curse in the future.
Soon, all the competitions in the venue were completed. Some people were satisfied, while others were discouraged. On the road, if the heart of the road is not strong, it will be difficult to move forward. The sect competition can also be regarded as providing a blow to the disciples and tempering their minds.
At the end of the first round, Gu Ning stood far above the clouds and said: "Please list the God of War!"
As soon as he finished speaking, divine flowers condensed in mid-air, and a blue and green scroll appeared out of thin air and slowly opened, measuring dozens of feet in size.
The gold characters "Zhuo Zhuo" on the list are the names of the promoted disciples, and Ye Ling is on the list.
Immediately afterwards, the God of War List flashed with white light, and the names of the disciples disappeared, replaced by the names of two of them, the disciples of Yuanshui Peak and Yumu Peak.
When the two men saw it, they immediately stood up and came to the fighting platform for this round of competition.
On the high platform, the master of the Eight Peaks sat upright, watching the performance of his disciples.
Xuanjin Peak Master Song Rui stroked his beard and asked Chen Yan: "Uncle Chen, I never thought that your disciple Ye Ling could survive the first round. It's true that famous teachers produce great disciples!"
Chen Yan smiled and said nothing, and Meng Guangyang said: "But I don't know what Master Chen's magic method is that can allow Ye Ling to open the channel and cultivate to Qingyou in such a short period of time?"
The Master of the Eight Peaks Peak has a clear mind, and his disciples such as Meng Peiran, Wang Zijin and others are extremely talented, but it took them several years to reach the Huiling Realm. Even Xu Mochen, who has the highest level of cultivation, had to practice hard for three years before he achieved this achievement.
Ye Ling's entry now has shocked them, but with their cultivation and age, their emotions and anger are intangible and have not been revealed.
"There is no magic method," Chen Yan said with a smile: "Every journey on the road has its own opportunities. No matter how fast or slow it is, we must ultimately find the unity of all things!"
Chen Yan has never concealed the fact that Ye Ling's entry into the country was all based on the accumulation of spiritual stones!
Although the sect distributes spiritual stones to its disciples every month, the quantity is ultimately small and they have to rely on their own hard work.
But Ye Ling has a large number of spiritual stones obtained from the Demon Saint Tomb, so there is no need to worry and he can use them as he likes.
Ye Ling's dantian was like bottomless. When he was in the Huiling Realm, he activated and absorbed a massive amount of spiritual energy in the Baimang Forest before completing his entry. It was even worse when he opened the orifice. He consumed less than half of the spiritual stone in the jasper finger in a year, which was really shocking.
Such a quantity, if used on other monks, would be enough for them to practice to the Ying Chong realm, but Ye Ling has only crossed one level.
However, Chen Yan's words failed to convince the Eight Peaks Master. Just think that he kept it secret, and even coveted the Taoist treasure in Taixu Peak.
On the battlefield, the fighting continued. The disciples who can enter this round are all the best in each peak. Their cultivation level is above Qingyou Realm and their strength is quite good.
Not long after, as the round of competition ended, the God of War list in mid-air flashed with white light, and two names appeared: "Ye Ling! Qin Yuanlang!"
Qin Yuanlang, who was sitting on the Red Fire Peak, immediately stood up and walked down with a gloomy expression.
Back then, he lost face to Ye Ling in front of everyone at Crimson Fire Peak. This matter has always bothered him, and now that they meet on the battlefield, he must avenge his shame.
With a calm expression, Ye Ling stepped down from the cloud platform and came to the top of the battle platform, his eyes falling on Qin Yuanlang.
Qin Yuanlang's Taoist robes fluttered in the wind, and his expression was sharp: "Ye Ling! We must understand our grudges today!"
