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The attack ceased.
The winter sun is warm and soft, and the afternoon sunshine is especially drowsy. But at this moment, in the martial arts field of the outer courtyard of Tianzhu Peak, the disciples of the Sixth Academy are all as if they have been given a shot of chicken blood. They are all very excited, their eyes are burning, and they wish they could kill themselves Phase generation.
The distorted air calmed down, and the winter wind was able to penetrate. The wind suddenly sounded on Chenyou Platform, as if it was standing on the dome of the mountain.
Su Qier!
Nearly 90% of the eyes from all sides of Chenyou Terrace were focused on a figure.
A fifteen-year-old boy, wearing a dark green robe that looked like a swan, stood alone on the Chenyou stage, with his black hair fluttering slightly and his eyes warm and peaceful.
Qingyang Peak, Su Qinian!
Many disciples of the Sixth Academy murmured that they were still used to the name of beggar that was originally spread, but now this young man has reached a point in a short period of time that they need to face up to, and even some ordinary disciples need to look up to. situation.
It was difficult for them to pronounce the name of beggar, and at this moment, the word Su Qinian made many disciples feel extremely awkward.
A deep sense of frustration!
After practicing martial arts for three to four years, or even five or six years, he was surpassed by a young man who had only been exposed to martial arts for more than a year.
In addition, at Qingyang Peak, many disciples also have strong curiosity about the past of the line that was severed five hundred years ago. People who practice martial arts also need to read and understand, be able to distinguish right from wrong, and examine themselves, so many disciples also understand , no matter how strong a top lineage of inheritance is, it may create one person, two people, but it is impossible to create three people in succession. If this is the case, as long as one top martial arts, wouldn't it be possible to create countless top soul figures.
There is no strongest martial arts, only peerless characters. The master of destiny who can suppress an era.
On the Chenyou stage.
Apart from Su Qinian, there were only nine people left. Only Luo Qingjiang from Baiyun Peak and Tu Qingfeng from Tianzhu Peak looked slightly stern. But it was still as calm as before, and even Wei Qinghu in Lei Shifeng looked solemn.
There are still six disciples with ugly faces, although they are not weak. But they also understood that compared to the three of Wei Qinghu, they were far behind. If the young man in front of them hadn't suddenly stopped, they probably wouldn't have had the chance to stand here safely.
However, the disciples of the Sixth Academy under the Chenyou Stage did not know all the truth and falsehoods in this, which made them embarrassed but inconvenient to say it clearly.
boom! boom! boom!
The next moment, all the disciples took action at the five stone platforms of Zichou, Maoxu, Yinhai, Sishen and Wuwei.
The air twists. The sight of everyone was blurred again, which made many disciples of the Sixth Academy very dissatisfied, but they also understood that they were not strong enough to see through the reality.
Walking down Chenyou Terrace, where Su Qinian passed by, the crowd naturally made way for a passage. No one spoke, but the glances they looked at him were a little unnatural.
Not taking it seriously, Su Qinian was a little surprised when he saw Zichou and Maoxu on the stage. On these two stone platforms, there are also well-known outstanding disciples from the outer courtyard. No one dares to provoke them easily, except Qing Yu and Fatty. Standing alone, he was actually standing there alone at this time. The disciples were fighting each other, their energy was flowing out, but no one took action against them.
On the Maoxu stage. Qingyu thought for a moment and understood the cause and effect. He stood still and said nothing.
On the Zichou stage, the fat man scratched his head, rolled his eyes, and made some difficult choices. Should he take action? Or take action? Or take action?
In the end, he chose to close his eyes and not disturb the muddy waters.
Sitting down in the corner again, Su Qinian quietly watched the melee on the five-square stone platform.
But it is obvious that even if only ten people can be left, there are still some outstanding disciples that no one dares to provoke, so they all avoid them, and then work hard to attack and compete for the few remaining places.
Thanks to him, no one dared to touch Qing Yu or Fatty. Because they could not know the truth in advance, no one wanted to take the lead. They all had the same idea. If the two of them were as cruel as Su Qinian, they would suffer huge losses. .
Figures flew sideways, passed through the twisted air, and fell off the stone platform, as if they were dropping dumplings.
In just half a cup of tea, the dust had settled on the five square stone platform.
**Shitai, a total of 432 people, only 60 people are left at this time.
As Su Qinian expected, until the last moment, no one had the courage to challenge Qing Yu and the two of them. The two of them won without a fight and ranked among the top sixty in the annual festival competition.
The fat man walked down the Zi Chou platform leisurely and winked at Qing Yu, who was also walking down the Maoxu platform, but received two blank looks in exchange.
"Fat Master is very tired."
Back in the corner, the fat man grabbed a cup of Taihe tea and drank it. The cow chewed the peonies, which was a waste of good things. He muttered: "Listen to the rumors in the market, the concubines in the imperial palace in Chang'an City are like this." Talking, I have to ask if I have the chance, don’t you have to worry about it?”
Su Qinian glanced at him, a little speechless. The fat man didn't read serious things. He probably read too much unofficial history. Although his Su family was only in the eighth rank, he still knew a little bit about many things when he was in Chang'an City. As far as Su Qinian knew, the palace was like an abyss with no bottom. The concubines in the harem were not as weak as the fat man imagined. There were countless masters among them, so there was a saying that was widely circulated in Chang'an City.
The concubine in the imperial palace, the housekeeper of the demon-suppressing palace!
Those are a group of women who cannot be looked down upon. What's more, the emperors of the Han Dynasty worked hard to govern, emphasized military force over literature, and advocated that all people should be soldiers. How could they tolerate the weakness of the harem? If something happens, wouldn't it be at the mercy of others? Let alone ordinary women, it is impossible to enter. Most of the true dragon emperors have extraordinary visions, which has resulted in various forces in the palace being intertwined, constantly cutting, and chaotic.
"The rest are all masters."
Su Qinian looked at the dozens of disciples who came down. Most of them were full of muscles and possessed divine light. Even if they had not developed spiritual power like second-rate people, the spiritual aura exuding from their movements was far from ordinary. Disciples are comparable.
If you haven't developed spiritual power, it doesn't mean you don't have spiritual power. It's just that people who are second-rate or below have difficulty getting involved in the spiritual field and don't know how to condense and use it.
In fact, after a person is born, he begins to have consciousness and has his first thought, which naturally gives birth to the rudiment of spiritual power. However, it cannot be controlled by reason, and once he encounters danger, he will become a ghost. Otherwise, how could the martial arts practitioner withstand the impact of the mind ape driving the mind horse when he first builds the foundation?
These principles were gradually realized as Su Qinian's cultivation of "****" deepened. Now he is about to enter the fourth level of "****" practice, and his mental power is already strong enough to interfere. The edge of this world.
The more this happened, the more he was in awe of martial arts. As his practice deepened step by step, he felt more and more that the road to martial arts was long, vast and unpredictable, with too many mysteries and mysteries.
Bang!
When the disciples stepped off the stone platform, the six huge stone platforms began to move again. This time they were merged and connected secretly, turning into a huge stone platform with a radius of about 150 feet.
"One yuan begins again, and everything is renewed."
Su Qinian opened his mouth and sighed. Every detail of this year's ceremony reflected Wudang's background as a major leader in the country.
Half an hour passed, and after all sixty disciples had rested and recovered, the last reincarnation of this year's festival finally began.
The three of them, Su Qinian, looked at each other. The fat man also calmed down his unruliness and his eyes became solemn. The three of them stood up slowly and fell into the eyes of some caring people. They were like three sleeping ancient beasts awakening from the long years. The Qi energy began to rise, and slowly merged into one, turning the land ten feet into an invisible field. If Feng Shui does not enter, no dust can be touched.
In the Six Directions Outer Courtyard, the remaining fifty-seven disciples also stood up one after another, and a stream of energy rose up. This was the last battle. Even some outstanding disciples who had never made a move and were as calm as water no longer hid and began to initially release Come out with your own edge.
For a time, the entire Tianzhu Peak outer courtyard martial arts field was filled with turmoil.
The formation of invisible fields and the invisible mental oppression caused some disciples from the Sixth Academy who were approaching to retreat.
However, the most eye-catching thing among them is the three people from Qingyang Peak. Compared with the promotion of eight to ten disciples in each branch, only three people from Qingyang Peak entered the last reincarnation.
But from beginning to end, there were only three people.
The energy of the three people intertwined and turned into an invisible field, which was no less impressive than the Six Directions Outer Courtyard.
Boom!
Thunder exploded in the air, and the winter sun hung high, without any warning.
This is the first trial of the Qi movements of the seven disciples colliding, silently confronting each other.
On the high platform.
Some deacons looked at each other and looked moved. This year, a large number of young and powerful people appeared in the outer courtyard. The invisible collision of qi and energy actually caused thunder in the void. It was revealed that only the spiritual power was extraordinary, and it was so profound that it was about to interfere with the real world. A vision that only a martial arts master can create.
"This is how Wudang weather should be."
Taoist Master Jingshan of Huixian Peak was stroking his beard. The old man looked down at the entire martial arts field with gentle eyes.
There were also some Taoist protectors who frowned and hesitated to speak.
After a while.
Su Qinian and three people stood on this huge black iron stone platform called One Yuan.
Compared with before, at this moment, even if they were disciples in the same outer courtyard, no one chose to join forces. They all kept a distance from each other, but they were a little less guarded against each other. It was obvious that they all had plans to clear the obstacles first.
In the four corners of this Yuantai, a total of thirty-six deacons supervise the four directions, and they are very cautious, because in front of them are the sixty strongest disciples in the entire outer courtyard. The weakest ones also have the "Turtle and Snake Kung Fu" With an eighth-level cultivation level and a good understanding of martial arts, in the martial arts world, ordinary third-rate masters who have just established a foundation are probably no match for him. (Please support me with monthly tickets and genuine subscriptions. It’s the third day of the Lunar New Year, and I don’t feel as happy as when I was a child.) (To be continued.)
