Po Yun Peak, martial arts performance field.

The disciples wearing white uniforms and holding long swords stood in an orderly manner. Old Taoist Fu Yun stood in front with a serious expression.

"Tomorrow is the day when my Shushan Outer Gate Competition begins. The Outer Gate Competition is once every five years... One thousand words are omitted here."

After a stick of incense, Chu Wanqing in the front row inexplicably remembered Sun Wukong's master, and shouted in her heart that Master, don't think about it, and her ears will be called into question if she recites it again.

"This is your only chance to enter the inner sect. As long as you enter the inner sect, you will naturally have more cultivation resources. You will also have the opportunity to go to the Seven Peaks of Beidou to receive guidance from all respected elders, and you can even get personal guidance from the head, which has many benefits."

"Next, let me tell you the rules."

"There are 65 peaks participating in this competition, including our Poyun Peak. Each peak has three quotas, with nearly 200 contestants, but only ten people can enter the inner gate in the end."

"But ranking is not the ultimate goal. You must show yourself as much as possible. If you are lucky enough to be appreciated by the elders of the Seven Peaks of Beidou, you can enter the inner sect even if the ranking is not good!"

"Of course, ranking is the basic standard for judging strength. The personal disciple of Tianshu Peak, who is the mysterious senior sister you passed down by word of mouth, was the winner of the outer sect competition back then."

"Okay, I'm talking shorter, do you all understand?"

The disciples nodded like pounding garlic. Master, you said it very detailedly. Please stop reading it. Let us announce what we care about the most!

"Then, for the teacher, we will select the three people who will participate in the competition this year."

Fu Yun's eyes swept over the disciples, and the first one fell on Lu Wenting: "Wenting, you go out of the line."

“Yes, Master.”

Lu Wenting smiled slightly and walked out.

It’s a blessing that he can laugh so proudly. He has been practicing at Poyun Peak for the longest time and participated in almost every outer competition, but no one has reached the top fifty... Some disciples shook their heads secretly, and they probably went to give it to me again this year.

But there is no way, his clear state is the highest, and the master cannot say that he will not choose him.

"Wanqing, you come out too."

When Fu Yun saw Chu Wanqing, the old face naturally showed a gratified smile. This is Poyun Peak this year... No, hope for the future!

He is only eighteen years old, the fifth level of spiritualism, diligent and studious, and has a bright future!

However... I seem to have heard some rumors recently, saying that Wan Qing does not seem to be as hard as before. It must be the disciples who are talking nonsense, right?

"Come on, Sister Wanqing!"

"Senior sister, you are the best!"

If you still have some objections to the disciples of Lu Wenting, then Chu Wanqing is completely expected. She is beautiful, has high cultivation, is polite, diligent and hardworking, which really makes girls unable to feel disgusted.

"This last person..."

The old Taoist Fu Yun pretended to scan the eyes over and over again, but he was confused and couldn't make up his mind.

Chu Wanqing was a little anxious and was about to give her opinions, but Lu Wenting, who was standing beside her, spoke first.

"Master, I have a choice."

"Oh? Let's hear it." Fu Yun stroked his beard and smiled kindly, and the person who was waiting for you was the candidate.

Sure enough, Lu Wenting glanced at Li Qingfeng and said, "Since recent, junior brother Qingfeng showed his sharpness, he seemed to be quite confident in this outer competition. Why would you please let him try it?"

Still too young.

Li Qingfeng was the candidate who was appointed by the public, otherwise Fu Yun would not have deliberately given him pills. Both of them knew about this, but it was just a gesture. After all, Li Qingfeng's realm could not convince the public, so Lu Wenting jumped out just right...

"Okay, Qingfeng, I hope you can bring glory to me, Poyun Peak, don't let Wenting down the recommendation."

"Yes, Master." Li Qingfeng bowed.

The second level of the psychic, this is the strength of Li Qingfeng in everyone's eyes. In fact, there are seven or eight disciples of the same level or even higher than him, but no one complains.

First of all, Li Qingfeng's popularity has been very popular recently. No one dared to compete with him in swords. He even hid in various ways by three or one. The fool knew that this guy's real combat power must be more than the second level of the psychic.

Secondly, Poyun Peak is indeed a bit unbearable among the peaks. Even Lu Wenting is going to deliver vegetables. If you go there yourself, you will add vegetables to the food, which will make people lose their lives! It’s better to eat melons and watch the show.

"I hope you three can win some face for me, Poyunfeng, this time, so as not to laugh at me as my teacher when I meet!"

"Disciple must do its best!"

...That is impossible.

Only a fool can do his best. Why do you reveal so many trump cards if you have nothing to do? Keep it to help you!

Li Qingfeng's goal was set early.

First, fight as many people as possible, and turn their weapons into food for the Taoguang Sword to advance.

Furthermore, you can hone your practical experience and verify your strength by the way. Simply put, it is just practice.

The inner door is really nothing good for Li Qingfeng. He really wants to become stronger quickly now, but the fastest shortcut is always to play with the system. After entering the inner door, he will definitely be arranged to go down the mountain to experience it, and then he will be in a state of silence.

Even that night, he still kept telling the story, and more than a thousand people were so popular. Chu Wanqing wanted to find Li Qingfeng to practice swordsmanship, but he refused, "You must have a good rest and prepare for the battle."

【Popularity value 1180】

【Accumulated popularity: 4194】

The next day, the sun shone brightly and the sky was bright.

All the disciples of each peak came out and, under the guidance of his master, rushed to Tianshu Peak, the highest peak of Shushan.

The outer door competition will be held here.

Disciples who have not participated in the war also have the right to watch the battle and learn, because the land here is big enough!

"Let's go here."

Fu Yun consciously chose a relatively backward position and directed his disciples to sit down. Fortunately, everyone is a practitioner with an eye power that is beyond ordinary people. Even if they are a hundred feet away, they can still see clearly.

There is no way, the status is just like this.

In fact, it’s not that Fu Yun is not qualified, but he likes to travel around and does not like to practice in seclusion, so his realm is relatively average.

To describe it simply, I am lazy.

However, this also has its advantages. It is that when Yunyou is lucky, he can pick up a disciple with great talent. Li Qingfeng and Chu Wanqing both picked up this way.

Soon dozens of people, neighbors, and Moshifeng came next to him.

The Taoist, who had a rosy face and a fat figure, came over and said with a smile: "Fuyun, we haven't seen each other for five years. Have you received any good seedlings recently? It won't be the same as last time, right?"

"Mo Hua, are you embarrassed to come here to show off?"

Fu Yun was so angry that he stared at him, "Your disciples in the last year were just in the top fifty, and he didn't even see the threshold of the inner sect!"

"Then you're in the top fifty, haha!"

The Taoist, known as Mo Hua, lowered his voice a little, "You can't say that, the old man found an authentic immortal seedling! His bone age is only forty, and his cultivation is already at the eighth level of spiritual enlightenment! This year, he is bound to be able to enter the inner sect."

After hearing these words, Fu Yun felt his blood pressure soaring and glared at Li Qingfeng, who was sitting on the corner rubbing his hands.

If you didn’t know how to improve yourself, why would you be so angry as a teacher!

The eighth level of spiritual communication...even more than two levels of Lu Longting. It seems that he really found a treasure in Mo Shi Peak.

Why.

Wanqing needs to practice for a few more years to be competitive. This time, let’s treat it as a training. Although that boy Li Qingfeng is weird, he can’t make too big waves even on the second level of spiritual communication. This year, he is afraid that he will be ridiculed to have another year of high blood pressure.

After this competition, Li Qingfeng must be given a death order. As long as he doesn’t practice well, he will be locked up in Poyun Peak for the rest of his life!

Here, Li Qingfeng was also wondering, Master, why are you glaring at me?

"Senior brother, are you very excited? I see you keep rubbing your hands." Chu Wanqing, who was sitting next to her, asked with a smile.

"Yes, excited."

Those who come to participate in this competition are all elites from all peaks? Then their weapons are at the lowest level, so they have to enjoy them!

I, the Sword-Destroying Man with Breaking Yun Peak, will make you survive without swords today!
Chapter completed!