"Tu Ling Sect!" Mu Cheng, who was walking in front, stopped and looked at the team coming. The Tu Ling Sect is a powerful sect second only to the Tiandao Sect. The disciples who participate in the competition are generally strong and are a powerful competitor to the Qingyun Sect's tea party. Moreover, such types with extremely strong explosive power are generally not limited by the realm in the Lingwu Realm. As long as they are used ingeniously, they may challenge them higher than the level. Just like Qin Ming, the ability to defeat Mu Zixiu of the seventh level of heaven at the fifth level of heaven depends on that brute force.

No sect is willing to meet them in the tea party.

"Are you Qingyun Sect?" The team of Tu Ling Sect stood in front, generally about two meters, exuding a sense of force from the inside out, and its momentum was overwhelming.

"Qingyun Sect, Mu Cheng!" Mu Cheng returned the gift.

"Who is Yue Qing?" The disciple led by Tu Ling Sect is named Yang Yi. He is a powerful man in the Xuanwu realm. He is tall and strong but not bloated. He gives people a feeling of being like a rock statue. He is not only strong and powerful, but also has an indestructible sense of power.

They know Yue Qing? Mu Cheng frowned slightly: "Yue Qing has experienced going out and will not attend the tea party."

"Don't dare to come? Humph, Qingyun Sect has a rare talent, and he doesn't even have the courage to come."

"I can be your opponent!" Mu Cheng took two steps forward, with a strong momentum. The golden sword suddenly appeared, and he seemed to feel the master's fighting spirit.

"You? Haven't heard of it." Yang Yi was cold.

"Jin Ling Disciple, Jin Jian Mu Cheng, Xuanwu Realm, I will challenge you at the tea party." Mu Cheng declared war on the spot. He represented Qingyun Sect and would never weaken his momentum. Even the terrifying Tu Ling Sect didn't care. On this point, Qin Ming, Tie Shanhe and others stood by him and took two steps forward at the same time.

"Oh? Xuanwu Realm?" Yang Yi looked at him a few more times, and the nine disciples of the Tu Ling Sect behind him were also a little surprised. There were actually two Xuanwu Realm disciples in the new generation of Qingyun Sect.

The elder who led the team interrupted with a smile: "Go to register first, and there are many opportunities to discuss in the future."

"Remember my name, Mu Cheng!" Mu Cheng walked past Yang Yi and followed the old man to the depths of the manor.

Yang Yi sneered: "It's interesting, Qingyun Sect is coming in a fierce manner this time. Let's go and see what lineups Qingyun Sect has sent this time."

Mu Cheng led the team into the hall. The hall was elegant and antique. There was a table in the middle, and an old man was sitting there recording.

The old man looked at them and took a pen to record: "Is it the Qingyun Sect team? Report to his own realm, and at this realm when it is stable."

"Mu Cheng, seventeen years old, Xuanwu Realm, first level of heaven, promotion time, two months."

"Zhang Lan, sixteen years old, Lingwu Realm, Ninth Heaven, one and a half years."

"Li Nian, sixteen years old, Lingwu Realm, Ninth Heaven, one and a half years."

"Murong Chong, sixteen years old, Lingwu Realm, Ninth Heaven, promotion time, one year and three months."

"Ling Xue, sixteen years old, Lingwu Realm, Ninth Heaven, promotion time, eight months."

"Iron Mountain River, Sixteen, Lingwu Realm, Ninth Level of Heaven, Promotion Time, Nine Months."

This was originally a personal secret, but the eight tea parties were originally a "studying martial arts" on the surface, and it was a friendly nature. Therefore, before each tea party began, disciples of each sect would truthfully announce their strength.

Zhang Lan, Li Nian, Murong Chong, these three Jinling disciples have been stable in the Ninth Heaven of the Lingwu Realm for more than a year, and are half a foot has entered the Xuanwu Realm. With their talents, as long as there is a suitable opportunity, they can easily break through, and their age is sixteen.

Yang Yi and others stood outside the hall and nodded slowly. The Qingyun Sect disciples of this term were indeed very strong, and they did not send 18-year-old disciples.

The participating disciples stipulated by the Eight Sect Tea Party are under the age of eighteen, but no one has ever brought an eighteen-year-old disciple in the past years, and the highest is seventeen years old. This is to demonstrate the potential of each sect and it is also a tacit understanding between the eight sects.

Han Qianye and the others signed up in turn, all of whom were newly promoted to the Ninth Heaven of Lingwu Realm. The elders recorded also nodded. Qingyun Sect's team this time is very strong, and there should be a great chance of competing for the top ten. If Qingyun Sect brings their genius disciple Yue Qing, it would be even more exciting. It's just that they don't take it on purpose, maybe they have their own considerations.

But when it was Qin Ming's turn, the atmosphere in the synagogue suddenly became quiet.

"Qin Ming, fifteen years old, and in another thirty-three days, it will be sixteen years old. Lingwu Realm, eighth level, promotion time, twenty days." Qin Ming calmly reported the message and looked at the old man who looked up in a daze: "Is there any problem?"

"Eighth Heaven? Twenty Days?" The old man in charge of the record thought he had heard it wrong.

"Yes." Qin Ming calmly accepted everyone's strange gaze.

"Haha!!" The disciples of Tu Ling Sect outside the hall laughed directly.

"Eighth level heaven? The entire Qingyun Sect can't find a disciple from the Ninth level heaven? If it really doesn't work, it's okay to recruit an eighteen-year-old Ninth level heaven. If it doesn't work, it's okay to force it to advance."

"What's the situation with you? It would be fine if Yue Qing didn't come. I'll get a disciple from the Eighth Heaven. Your Qingyun Sect really has the first place to hold the eighth Heaven tea party, which has lowered the level of the entire tea party by one level."

"Is this kid really fifteen? He looks like he is eighteen."

"What is his identity? Could it be the illegitimate son of your sect leader, who brought him here to gain knowledge?"

The disciples of the Tu Ling Sect are not only mocking Qingyun Sect, but also expressing dissatisfaction. The Eight Sect Tea Party is known as the highest martial arts event in the new generation of the Northern Region. There have never been disciples below the Ninth Heaven, nor have eighteen-year-old disciples. This is a pride and a place where all contestants are proud of. However, Qingyun Sect suddenly makes such a little guy, which affects the overall appearance of the Eight Sect Tea Party.

Mu Cheng and others looked slightly dark, and they were very dissatisfied with the clamor of the Tu Ling Sect, but this time no one spoke, including He Xiangtian.

They understand Qin Ming's character and do not need them to come forward at this time.

Qin Ming smiled slightly and shook his fist in his hand: "Make a bet, you can choose any one person and carry my fist. I won, you apologize for what I just said, I lost, I immediately left Wuling City with a bag on my back."

It's that simple and crude, don't accept it? Let's fight.

Yang Yi and the others laughed, really laughing: "Compare fists with our Tu Ling Sect?"

"Only you can win the most proud of yours, you can convince you." Qin Ming shook his arm and walked towards them: "Who will come!!"

"Boy, are you serious?"

"I look like I'm kidding?"

"Haha, okay, since you strongly ask, I will accept it reluctantly." A strong boy walked out of the team, his strong muscles crawled all over his body like a rope, his eyes shining brightly, and his aura was strong, giving people a strong sense of oppression. "The Eight Sect Tea Party has never had a precedent for the Eight Heavens. I will clean it up for your Qingyun Sect?"

"Please give me a favor!" Mu Cheng Moran.

"Tu Ling Sect, Zhao Kuo!" The young man's whole body was tense, he clenched his fists and rotated inwardly, and his whole body was filled with fierce energy, and the wooden door of the hall trembled slightly.

"Did you offend me? I might be a little ruthless. You... won't mind, right?"

"Haha!! Come though!!"

Qin Ming moved his body and walked over slowly. Five steps away, his eyes condensed, and the joints of his body crackled and crisp, and the Vajra was activated vigorously. He tiptoed and suddenly rose up, accelerated three steps, and rose up violently, and swung his fist at Zhao Kuo's door.

Yang Yi and other disciples smiled faintly, not even trying to dodge.

Zhao Kuo raised his arms casually, crossed them across, and greeted Qin Ming with a cold face, and his fierce energy steeped in his arms. This kid must have practiced martial arts like strength? What can you do? You can use your strength in front of the disciples of the Tu Ling Sect, you are purely humiliating yourself.

Vajra! Infinite!

Qin Ming's heavy punch suddenly increased its strength, as if it was thunderous, and it hit Zhao Kuo's arms in an instant.

Five times more! Eight thousand pounds of explosive power!

Zhao Kuo's expression suddenly changed, he caught off guard, and his arms slammed into his chest. His body lost control on the spot and staggered back.

"What?" Yang Yi and others were all stunned.

"Can you bear it?" Qin Ming raised his voice and followed him with big steps. Before Zhao Kuo could stabilize, he continued to bombard his fists, bang bang bang bang, and raindrops fell on him, causing him to retreat repeatedly.

Within a minute, more than thirty fists hit Zhao Kuo critically, forcing him to retreat more than ten meters.

"Bastard!" Zhao Kuo forced himself to stabilize, just about to show his power, but Qin Ming followed closely and suddenly pushed out a palm, slamming hard on his neck and chin.

Vajra Tower!

Zhao Kuoli leaned back, while Qin Ming turned around in place, swept his legs horizontally to his waist, like an iron whip, and flew directly out.

Everyone was in an uproar, and even the elderly stood up.

"Didn't you take a move?" Yang Yi and others looked ugly. Why did they fight directly?

"Have you ever said to take a move?" Tie Shanhe sneered.

At this moment, Qin Ming stomped Zhao Kuo again and grabbed his ankle. The muscles in his body were squirming, and the strength exploded. He took the turn to smash the rockery in front of him.

Rumble, rockery collapses, rocks roll.

Everyone was gasping for a cold air! It was cruel enough!

Zhao Kuozhen was stunned. He just thought it was a punch. Who knew that Qin Ming had come for a fierce battle from the beginning, and he was dying while he was sick. The attacks of storms continued, and there was no room for him to ease.

"Tu Ling Sect, that's it!" Qin Ming ran wildly, as if Zhao Kuo was taking a whip, smashing everywhere, like a whip, the ground, rockery, stone table, and even old trees. Zhao Kuo tried to hold on several occasions, but was violently knocked back by Qin Ming.

The scene was booming, and even Mu Cheng and others frowned frequently. It was bad, it was going to make a big deal!

Qin Ming suddenly let go and threw Zhao Kuo away.
Chapter completed!