Cultivation has no time, and for monks, time is only a snap of the fingers.
In the blink of an eye, there are only three months until the sect competition.
Lu Qingye's cultivation level has successfully broken through to Qi training perfection.
Looking at the ever-changing spiritual power in his hands, Lu Qingye knew that he had almost reached the peak of his Qi training stage in controlling spiritual power.
But he is also aware of his shortcomings in actual combat.
Even though she continued to practice her combat skills during this year, those targets were not living people. Living people had thoughts and could move.
Occasionally, senior brothers and sisters would give her a few moves, but most of their cultivations were in the foundation-building stage. When they fought, they would hold back because of her young age.
Lu Qingye felt that it was still difficult to stand out in the qi training competition based on his current cultivation and skills.
She has not forgotten the agreement she made with Hua Yinzhen and the others. Not to mention several of the disciples who are in the late stages of Qi training, Hua Yinzhen is also now a perfect Qi practitioner.
In addition to the alchemy weapon arrays given by the Hua family, although the competition has restrictions on the maximum level and quantity of things carried in each stage of the competition.
But things like Hua Yinzhen are out of reach for ordinary disciples.
Lu Qingye didn't like to do things that were uncertain. Looking at the mountains stretching for thousands of miles in the Shangyao Sect, she felt that it was time to change some of her next goals.
Lifting the long sword in his hand, Lu Qingye walked toward the sect's martial arts square.
There are more than a hundred martial arts performance squares in the entire Shangyao Sect, including countless arenas.
In addition to the disciples who usually provide for battles, monks who want to discuss and fight can also go.
It's just that although there are sect rules and regulations, casualties are inevitable in the arena.
Therefore, all disciples avoid going to such places until their cultivation is not guaranteed.
When Lu Qingye arrived at Yanwu Square, he heard the roar of people inside.
There are all kinds of shouts and cheers. Compared with the fairy-like atmosphere of the Shangyao Sect, the quiet and elegant place where people practice meditation and listen to lectures, they are two extremes.
After taking a deep breath, Lu Qingye walked into the gate of Yanwu Plaza.
There are many arenas built inside the huge stone gate. The entire martial arts training ground looks like a sinkhole. The walls of the sinkhole are seats for the audience, and the arena built in the center looks like an inverted triangle.
From top to bottom, there is also a division of cultivation.
The highest one is the golden elixir stage, and the lowest one is naturally the Qi training stage.
The audience seats were almost full, and all the disciples watched the competition on the ring with excitement.
Lu Qingye also found a seat at the back.
"Li Shixiong, come on! Beat him down!"
"Jinyu, don't be a coward! Come on! Come on!"
"Hit him on the knee! Alas! It's too slow! It's just a little bit closer!"
"Why does it look like she has no strength to dance with the sword?"
Lu Qingye watched the battle in the ring. Of course, it was mainly during the Qi training period.
On top of Qi training, with her current level of cultivation, she couldn't see those fast movements clearly at all, and some of the methods were also unclear.
Therefore, she did not aim too high and only focused on the Qi training arena.
While watching the battle in the arena, you can also hear some comments and pointers about the disciples in the arena from the ears of the surrounding disciples.
As the atmosphere became heated, on the ring, a disciple who had perfected his qi training knocked his opponent down to the ring, and the watching disciples immediately burst into cheers.
Lu Qingye's blood boiled with excitement as he followed the others and waved the sword in his hand.
It attracted the attention of several monks on the side.
A tall and burly male disciple looked at Lu Qingye and couldn't help but grin.
"Little Junior Sister, you are so young, why are you here? Are you not afraid when you see the blood on the ring?"
Several fellow apprentices on the side also laughed out loud.
At a glance, they knew that Lu Qingye's age and cultivation level were among the disciples who had just started.
How can a new disciple not be afraid of such an occasion?
If there are, they are in the minority, and most of them are elite disciples trained by those aristocratic families.
Lu Qingye's whole body had no other equipment except for the basic robes, accessories and weapons distributed by the sect to his disciples. He did not look like a child of that aristocratic family.
Lu Qingye looked back at the male cultivator who spoke and shook his head.
"Not afraid."
She has known since she was a child that there is always struggle between animals and between people.
The survival of the fittest is also vividly reflected in nature and today's world of immortality.
The male cultivator lowered his back teeth and tried to pat Lu Qingye's shoulder with his big palm.
Lu Qingye avoided it easily.
"Yo! Okay!"
He was a monk in the foundation building stage. Although he didn't attack just now, his movements were not slow.
"I'm quite capable, but I'm much better than I look. Why, do you want to go on stage and show off your skills?"
This time Lu Qingye shook his head.
Although she knew that the most important thing for her at the moment was actual combat, she did not lose her mind in a hurry.
She has to learn some experience before she gets in the ring.
Seeing this, several monks stopped teasing her.
From that day on, Lu Qingye changed from the original three points and one line, small courtyard, teaching hall, and cafeteria, to four points and one circle, with an extra martial arts field.
Song Qingwu held his sword and hid in the crowd with Jiuru, making him inconspicuous.
"Senior Brother Jiuru, it seems that your future disciple will enter the ring in person if he doesn't stop him. Those veteran disciples who have been on the battlefield for a long time are not vegetarians."
Song Qingwu glanced at the disciples in the martial arts training ground. Many of the disciples here were from Yijian Peak.
The reputation of Yijian Peak disciples for being militant has long been spread among Shangyao Sect.
The sect competition is about to begin, and if they, the elder peak masters, are interested in recruiting disciples, they will also come to these places to scout out in advance.
Jiuru frowned slightly.
The little girl was less than ten years old. In front of the adult monks, she was just a child.
Although he has perfect Qi training, he has no combat experience.
In his opinion, Lu Qingye needed to take it step by step, and it was somewhat too hasty at the moment.
Song Qingwu knew some of Jiuru's thoughts, and Jiuru True Lord was indeed the Yuanying True Lord who was highly virtuous and respected within the sect.
But because of his Yuanying personality, he can sometimes be very rigid and accept death.
"That girl, her courage to fight is very popular with junior sister, but it's a pity that her body is so weak..."
Jiuru looked back at her.
Song Qingwu shut up, but spoke again after a while.
"Senior brother, actually... it's not necessarily a good thing for this young man to be passionate."
Jiuru looked at Lu Qingye, whose eyes were shining in the crowd.
"Indeed, but sometimes we can't just rely on enthusiasm. It may not be good to stick to the rules, but it is the most important thing for monks to do when laying the foundation. At this moment, the sect's grand competition is in front, and there are not a few disciples who are as anxious as she is, but Combat experience cannot be changed overnight. If the arena fails again and you are seriously injured, how can you talk about the competition? "
