When Qi refining disciples fight, the winner can often be determined within a few moves.
In the rare cases where the dispute persists for too long and there is no result, the referee will make a decision based on the performance of both parties.
Therefore, in less than an hour, most of the disciples had finished competing.
Li Mu, who was meditating, suddenly heard the referee calling Zhao Tiesheng's name.
He quickly stopped running the "Yuan Devouring Art" and looked at Tie Hanhan next to him.
Zhao Tiesheng nodded towards Li Mu, indicating that there was no need to worry.
Then he dragged out a sword from under the seat.
The sword is about 1.56 meters long and about 40 centimeters wide.
It's a broad sword.
In fact, using the word "sword" to describe it is not accurate.
Because it has no edge.
More like a piece of iron.
This iron plate, ah no, this broad sword attracted a burst of laughter as soon as it was pulled out.
Taiyuan Sect is a major sect of the immortal sect. It talks about being free and easy, with an air of immortality.
The swords used are also light and dexterous Dao swords and immortal swords.
Who would use such an ugly, heavy and earthy iron plate?
Faced with doubts and ridicule, Zhao Tiesheng ignored him and only bowed to Li Mu:
"Junior Brother Li, I'm going first."
Carrying a hundred pounds of iron sword, he went up to the forum.
Li Mu poured real energy into his eyes, improved his vision, and prepared to observe carefully.
Immediately, the two people bowed to each other and said something.
The monk opposite looked confident and made a gesture of invitation.
Zhao Tiesheng nodded, and the next moment, a big pit exploded under his feet.
The body turned into a stream of light and appeared in front of the monk in an instant.
Shoot out with a sword.
boom!
The monk flew out and hit the barrier.
The referee was stunned for a moment, then reacted and raised Zhao Tiesheng's hand high.
"The winner, Zhao Tiesheng!"
…
Li Mu's mouth twitched.
That's it?
Sure enough, the rookies in the Qi refining stage pecking each other are not worth watching.
All around, the disciples who had just laughed at Zhao Tiesheng were dumbfounded.
"Isn't it? One move in seconds?"
"That person must be a bad guy!"
"Hai Zi, I know that guy. He became a disciple of Deacon Liu last year and has already reached the eighth level of Qi refining!"
"Zhao Tiesheng seems to be at the sixth level of Qi refining, right?"
"Fuck, you've surpassed two small realms and still killed him in an instant. You really don't deserve to be a human being!"
As they talked, someone else began to inquire about Zhao Tiesheng's identity and residence, apparently wanting to make friends with him.
The speed of attitude change was faster than Su Ling'er's level improvement.
After about two sticks of incense, Zhao Tiesheng qualified for the group and returned to Li Mu.
The iron sword was placed on the ground and made a clanging sound.
Li Mu handed over a Qi-Building Pill.
Zhao Tiesheng took the elixir and swallowed it. While absorbing the potency, he summarized his experience:
"If you want to qualify from the group, you have to play at least three games."
"When you have a high chance of winning, you need to save your true energy as much as possible to prepare for subsequent battles."
Li Mu nodded, "Senior Brother Zhao has great confidence in me."
Zhao Tiesheng: "You are the Holy Son."
Li Mu was speechless: "But I am only at the second level of Qi Refining."
Zhao Tiesheng thought for a while and said seriously: "The Holy Son's second level of Qi refining is not an ordinary second level of Qi refining."
Oh, just be happy.
Li Mu ignored him, held his breath and concentrated, and activated the "Yuan Devouring Art".
A few weeks later, I suddenly heard the loud voice of the referee:
"Groups Ding, 2 and 4, if your name is called, come over to discuss Taoism and Dharma!"
Li Mu opened his eyes and looked at the fourth stone pillar of the Forum.
Finally arrived at the second and fourth groups!
The butler referee shouted out each name:
"Si Jianxiang, Zhang Chao, Guo Fu, Qian Daoyun, Li Mu..."
His voice suddenly paused, and then there was a hint of respect in his tone:
"Holy Son Li Mu, please come to the fourth stone pillar to participate in a discussion on Taoism and Dharma!"
The entire dojo was quiet.
The biggest hot spot on the list is not the competition for the top three.
But Li Mu!
Holy Son, second level of Qi refining!
Today, we have to fight in front of Qingyun Peak’s master, elders, deacons, and thousands of disciples.
The realm and strength of the second level of Qi Refining will be completely exposed.
The last fig leaf will be torn apart!
Everything was silent.
In the crowd, Li Mu slowly stood up.
Thousands of disciples looked sideways.
On the viewing platform, Su Bing removed the barrier and looked at his closed disciple.
Su Ling'er squeezed her little pink fist, feeling very nervous.
More than twenty immortal elders also cast complex glances.
The great elder released a ray of spiritual consciousness to explore.
Disappointed and shook his head.
"It is indeed the second level of Qi Refining."
"Fortunately, we didn't invite fellow Taoists from all peaks to come and watch the ceremony."
He thought for a moment and sent a message to Su Bing:
"Peak Master, if the Holy Son loses too miserably, please erase this memory of the disciples."
"After all, he was appointed by the ancestor, so he still needs to save the face he deserves."
Su Bing was noncommittal, "Let's take a look first."
…
In the spotlight.
Li Mu slowly came to the forum.
Attach the true energy to his legs, jump up, and fly up to the stone pillars of tens of meters.
The referee didn't dare to show off, so he bowed his hands and said, "I have seen the Holy Son."
Li Mu bowed in return.
The other nine disciples also flew in one after another.
Everyone was crying and sad.
There are dozens of groups on the list, but why are they grouped together with the Holy Son?
They are all ordinary disciples who have been in the profession for less than ten years.
What can we do against the Holy Son?
Go ahead, if you hurt the Holy Son, there will definitely be no good fruit to eat!
Let's go, there are golden elixirs everywhere, and there are as many Nascent Souls as dogs, who can't see it?
Seeing everyone struggling, Li Mu took a step forward and bowed:
"When it comes to Taoist fighting, it is inevitable to be injured. However, Taiyuan Sect is the authentic sect of the immortal sect. My disciples are responsible for exterminating demons and defending Tao. If you shed more blood today, you will be able to kill more evil spirits and support the righteous Tao in the future!"
All the disciples were immediately shocked!
They compete for the rankings just to gain face and get some rewards.
It is completely different from the thoughts and concerns of the Holy Son!
The layout is completely open!
As expected of the Holy Son!
Li Mu saw these people looking ashamed and secretly thought that young people are easy to fool. He gathered his thoughts and said seriously:
"The Forum on Taoism is a place for communication and communication. There is no distinction between status here."
"If you face me later, please go all out!"
"I, Li Mu, will also do my best!"
"If you hold back, you will be disrespectful to me!"
"If something happens here, I will definitely report it to my peak master!"
All the disciples trembled.
Lian Dao didn't dare.
The butler referee stroked his beard and showed a little more appreciation in his eyes.
Although the Holy Son's realm is low, his character is excellent.
With these words and this attitude, the name of the Holy Son is not insulted!
The butler referee coughed lightly: "No. 1 vs. No. 2, No. 3 vs. No. 4. In this way, the two will fight to determine the winner. You can start now."
Li Mu took out his bamboo stick: "I am No. 6, who is No. 7?"
In the crowd, a young man was stunned for a moment and walked out in surprise.
He handed the bamboo stick in his hand to the deacon referee, came to Li Mu helplessly, bowed his hands and said: "Holy Son, I am Gu Yue, the sixth level of Qi refining."
Li Mu was also a little surprised.
Among the four groups of Ding Er, the strongest one was Gu Yue. Unexpectedly, he would be hit by him as soon as he arrived.
However, as long as you defeat him, the rest of the rookies will be able to take control of them.
Li Mu smiled slightly, separated out four strands of spiritual consciousness, connected them to the Qingying Sword and the Sancai Formation Flag respectively, and simultaneously ran the "Yuan Devouring Art", bowing in return:
"Li Mu, second level Qi refining, please give me some advice, senior brother."
