March 3rd is the Spring Festival.
In front of the Chongyang Hall, the Quanzhen disciples were already densely packed and lined up in a neat square formation.
At a glance, there were seven to eight hundred disciples lining up from the square in front of the temple to the stairs of the mountain path.
Everyone was in high spirits, and under the leadership of the headmaster Ma Yu, they offered sacrifices to heaven and earth and paid homage to Pangu.
Then, looking at the three poles in the sun, it was announced that the competition began.
The seven Quanzhen disciples all have their own seats, with Ma Yu in the middle.
On his left and right were Qiu Chuji, Wang Chuyi, Tan Chuduan, Liu Chuxuan, Hao Datong and Sun Buer.
The three-year disciple competition actually doesn't have much substantive significance.
Although they can obtain the qualification to comprehend Xiantian Kung, the second-generation disciples like the Quanzhen Seventh Son actually understand that this is just a name.
Have you never seen them understand that innate skill all these years?
It's like reading a book from heaven.
Even if a third-generation disciple gets first place and gets the opportunity to come into contact with the innate skills, it won't be like being blinded by a black eye.
Therefore, the purpose of the sword competition is actually to urge each channel to practice seriously.
And, slowly select the next generation of seeds who can take the lead.
People like them will one day grow old and have no successors.
As a martial arts sect.
Martial arts is the first priority.
In particular, living in the world of mortals, besides practicing Taoism, there are many things to do.
For example, fame, for example, interests.
In other words, these disciples still have to worry about the issue of eating. After all, it is not enough to live by eating water and drinking wind.
Especially in recent years, when the Quanzhen Sect's momentum has been declining, it is even more necessary for its disciples to grow up.
We can't allow these disciples to be beaten all over their heads casually after they come down from the mountain...
Then who else will worship Quanzhen? The sect will disappear before your eyes.
"Competing skills among the same sects, without harming the harmony, the disciples who have mastered Xiao Zhoutian will stand out, other disciples, watch and learn well."
As usual, the person who presides over the sword competition is usually Changchun Ziqiu Chuji.
Among the Quanzhen Seven Sons, his martial arts and prestige are sufficient.
As the head teacher, Ma Yu has always been lazy and is impatient to deal with these mundane matters.
After Qiu Chuji set the tone for the sword show, he saw a total of more than 230 people coming out, and he felt very relieved.
Although, now that the Quanzhen Seven Sons are wandering around, their deterrence is becoming increasingly insufficient.
However, the three generations of disciples gradually grew up...
These people don't seem to be strong now, but in the arena, they can be considered good players.
With this huge base, how difficult will it be for them all to grow up and conquer the world of martial arts one day?
After taking a look and seeing that there were no cheating disciples, Qiu Chuji said again: "Every disciple is holding a sword for comparison. Now it is announced that the three true seeds can be enthroned without going through a sword fight.
If the top ten disciples are not convinced, they can choose one to challenge. "
He waved his whisk: "Zhao Zhijing, Yin Zhiping, Lu Guanying, haven't come forward yet."
The three of them came out in response and sat down on one side of the high platform. The disciples below immediately became noisy.
"Senior Brother Zhao and Senior Brother Yin, I have seen their swordsmanship at the end of the year when they competed with each other. They can be said to be a moment of enlightenment... Then didn't Lu Guanying say that it only took more than a month to go up the mountain? I just learned it. With swordsmanship and internal strength, can he also become the true seed?"
"No way, Master Yuyang is going too far, and Piantan disciples don't have to go to this extent.
I don't believe it. I have practiced swordsmanship and internal strength for five years, but I can't compare to him for more than a month. "
This is a disciple of Changchunzi.
"Haven't you heard? When he went to the mountain to become a disciple, Lu Guanying once beat Zhao Zhijing and Yin Zhiping to the point where they were disgraced and unable to fight back.
Even Zhao and Yin are qualified to become true seeds, why can't he? "
This is Tan Chuduan's disciple.
What kind of master teaches what kind of disciple.
Tan Chuduan has an impassioned temperament and a personality that cannot be rubbed out of his eyes. His disciples just love to be serious.
When the disciples heard this, they became angry.
This is a pot that cannot be opened or lifted.
Everyone knew what happened that day and kept it secret. Unexpectedly, someone lifted the lid directly.
Just as he was about to attack in a group, he heard a female voice next to him say weakly: "Yes, yes, I think Senior Brother Lu is very powerful."
Looking back, I saw Cheng Yaojia standing there timidly, wearing a water lotus Taoist robe, like a new lotus emerging from the water, indescribably beautiful and lovely...
All of a sudden, the quarrel faded away.
"Okay, no matter what the reason is, all the uncles have put him in the position of true seed, so he has to be able to sit still.
How beautiful it is now, how ugly it will be when someone knocks it down.
Don’t forget, everyone, when we compete with Quanzhen, we can only use Quanzhen swordsmanship and internal strength, haha..."
Wang Zhitan burst out laughing, and Li Zhiquan, Zhang Zhiguang and others all laughed too.
Cui Zhifang, Shen Zhifan and others were secretly lucky, eager to try, waiting silently, and it was unknown what they were thinking.
The disciples below couldn't wait to jump into the arena one by one to compete with swords. The fight was very lively.
The winner clicks until the end, while the loser is polite and has quite a grand demeanor.
Although there are quite a lot of disciples who have mastered Little Zhoutian, over time, everyone actually knows who is strong and who is weak, and they don’t have a clear idea of who is strong.
Therefore, it is rare that a situation arises where one clearly cannot defeat, but one has to fight hard.
It would be too embarrassing for him to fight for his life but still not be able to defeat him.
Yang Lin, who was sitting in the chief position, felt very unhappy.
He looked at these large swaths of disciples as if he were looking at groups of "experience babies".
It's a pity that Master Yuyangzi has good intentions, but he does bad things.
He couldn't take action at all, he could only watch.
Quanzhen disciples are forbidden to fight privately on weekdays. At this time, everyone was thinking about winning the opportunity for an open and fair competition. What a good opportunity, it was wasted like this.
Yang Lin watched, simply out of sight and out of mind. He closed his eyes and silently realized the Jin Yan Kung taught by Wang Chuyi last night.
The lesson of Qinggong was finally made up.
He had to start training a long time ago, but he couldn't bear to bother the real master all the time, and he really didn't want to see Zhao Zhijing's hypocritical face again.
So, it has been hanging like this.
This time, I spent ten points of martial arts to practice Qinggong. After I became proficient in the illusion space, what I learned basically made up for the last shortcoming.
Instead of watching these disciples with fifteen to twenty combat strengths pecking each other, he might as well try to figure out the true meaning of the technique and improve his background.
After a while, he felt that Wang Chuyi's arrangement was not bad.
If you defeat one, you can only get half of the points. As long as you defeat a few, they are not fools. If they are not opponents, how can they have any desire to win?
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel waned and no longer interested.
Sure enough, the plan of harvesting wool still didn't work.
If you want to get a big income, you still have to travel around the world and challenge the masters.
Just like the jade girl from the Ancient Tomb Sect, I just broke one of her fingers and got 150 points of martial luck.
The income was so generous that Yang Lin couldn't believe it.
That is the correct way to open the martial law.
