Fang Qian inadvertently glanced over an ordinary boy holding the black stick in his arms, chuckled in his heart, ignored the many other Qingyun disciples who were shocked, and then stepped forward to continue walking towards the Yuqing Palace.

The Dharma image is naturally followed closely.

The two of them immediately woke many Qingyun disciples from the shock. For a moment, they couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed. Compared to the other party's calm attitude, they were really unable to get the table.

He immediately ignored why Lingzun's behavior was so weird, and he quickly stepped up, fearing that he would fall too far behind. Several people even accelerated their pace, surpassing Fang Qian and the others. It seemed that this way it could show that their Qingyun disciples were not inferior to Tianyin disciples.

At this time, more than a dozen figures came out of the door of Yuqing Palace. The leader was Daoxuan Zhenren. Behind him were the heads of the other six meridians and the elders of each meridian, Cang Song, Tian Buyi, Su Ru, and Shui Yue were all among them.

They sensed the momentum of the Spirit Lord and then hurried out of the hall. As soon as they crossed the gate, the Spirit Lord's breath disappeared without a trace.

Daoxuan's solemn eyes swept across the calm green pool and finally landed on Fang Qian, who was leading the way. He seemed to understand something. He was helpless for a moment, but he didn't say much. He just turned around and said to everyone behind him, "It's nothing, it's just a misunderstanding. Let's enter the palace."

The other peaks were very curious about the misunderstandings that Dao Xuan said, but at this moment it was not the time to talk about this matter. Although they all had their own ideas, they all followed the instructions of the head sect.

They took their seats one by one, and the disciples who slowly participated in the Seven-Meridian Martial Arts also entered the Yuqing Hall in an orderly manner.

Sixty-four people participated in the Seven-Meridian Martial Arts Association, sixty-three Qingyun disciples, and one Fang Qian, but the Dharma Image did not participate.

The Qingyun disciples in the hall were divided into seven rows, so Fang Qian naturally could only be in a single row with the Dharma image.

Daoxuan said a few words and made a starter, and then Taoist Cangsong stood up and began to tell the history of Qingyun and the tradition of the seven-line martial arts. Hearing the many disciples in the palace were excited, Fang Qian secretly regretted that with Cangsong's eloquence and cultivation, if Qingyun did not rebel, he would probably be much stronger in the future.

However, if Cang Song did not rebel and Pu Zhi did not die, it would be impossible for Zhang Xiaofan, who was well-versed in the five volumes of the Heavenly Book and was invincible in the world with the Zhuxian Sword in his hand.

It turns out that every drink and every peck will be determined by heaven.

However, now that he has entered Tianyin Temple, the monk Puzhi is his uncle. As the murderer, Cang Song, he will never let him go.

After he collected three volumes of heavenly books and took further strength, he would directly expose Cangsong and expose the tragedy of Caomiao Village a few years ago to the world.

Although there are many variables, it will have a huge impact on the reputation of Tianyin Temple.

But he didn't want to hide it, nor did he need to hide it. Some things shouldn't be like this after all.

Moreover, at that time, with his cultivation level, he will be very sure that the plot will develop as he thinks.

As Taoist Cangsong explained the rules one by one, Taoist Daoxuan stood up and announced: "Okay, I think everyone has no doubts anymore, so start drawing lots."

As he said that, he turned his eyes to Fang Qian, who looked calm and said, "Since a master of Tianyin Temple participates in this Seven-Meridian Martial Arts, as the host, the lottery will start with Master Fahai."

Suddenly, all the disciples in the hall looked at Fang Qian.

Fang Qian's expression remained unchanged, and he performed a Buddhist ritual calmly and said, "Uncle Master is so kind that he dares not refuse. Since this is the case, the little monk is willing to take it."

The disciples in the hall were all very angry, especially the nine disciples from the Tongtian Peak lineage of Changmen. According to past practice, they always started with their lineage.

Although it is just a draw, it is not a good feeling to be one step behind, especially to fall behind by the disciples of other sects.

It’s just that the head of the sect spoke in person, and even though they dared to be angry, they dared not speak out.

However, his hostility towards Fang Qian became a little deeper.

Fang Qian felt the change and glanced at the quiet Taoist Zhenren, thinking that this old guy seemed to be fairy-like, but in fact he was very bad at all his mind.

However, let alone these Qingyun disciples are hostile to him, so what if they want to kill him? Everything, after all, needs to be spoken with strength.

So, he wouldn't care at all.

After walking forward a few steps, he took out a wax ball from a mahogany box, and stood back to his original position.

The other Qingyun disciples also went forward to draw one by one in order, and the draw was completed soon.

Then they began to check their own wax pills, which attracted the thoughts of countless people for a while.

Fang Qian just took a random look and didn't pay attention after learning his numbers.

However, Qingyun disciples in the hall made their own voices.

"I'm Eighteen."

"I'm Forty-three, haha, you're twenty-seven, it seems that you won't meet you anymore!"

"Hey, we are twenty-three and twenty-four, we are destined to be!"

......

However, because Fang Qian joined this time, there was no number one that could be bye, so the atmosphere was quite relaxing.

At this time, Zeng Shushu came over with a note and asked whisperedly: "Senior Brother Fahai, I am No. 61, what is your number?"

Fang Qian glanced at him and said, "No. 7."

When Zeng Shushu heard this, he immediately patted his chest with relief and said, "Fortunately, it seems that I didn't have you. If you have No. 7, your opponent should be No. 58."

Fang Qian smiled and said, "So many of your fellow disciples plan to teach me a lesson, so you don't have this idea?"

Zeng Shushu quickly waved his hand and said, "What a joke? I don't want to ask for trouble for the people who can scare away the Spirit Lord. If I get eliminated in the first round, my father is afraid that he will kill me."

Others may not have noticed, but he kept following Fang Qian and naturally saw the changes after seeing Fang Qian. It seemed like he had seen a ghost. Now he was becoming more and more suspicious that the magic weapon in the monk's hand had really refined an ancient poisonous dragon.

Only the death aura of such a powerful beast can probably make ancient spirit beasts like Shui Qilin feel fear.

Fang Qian spoke very much and had no intention of hiding, so the news that he was No. 7 soon spread to the disciples in the hall.

The one who got No. 58 was a disciple from Longshou Peak. His cultivation was about the sixth level of Yuqing. Although he didn't know his strength, his aura was not bad. The disciples around him all said, "Senior Brother Guo Yuan will definitely teach that monk a lesson this time, so that he knows that my Qingyun Sect is not something that can be challenged by any man."

In the past, Qi Hao and Lin Jingyu were in the Dragon Shou Peak. Under the light of the two, he had never enjoyed such treatment. He immediately said proudly: "Don't worry, I will make that monk look good this time!"

After saying that, he looked at Fang Qian with a provocative look, but unfortunately, Fang Qian had never looked at him from beginning to end.

At this time, Taoist Cangsong stood up and announced the end of the lottery. Then Taoist Xuan began to speak and announced the prize for the competition.

It is one of the rare treasures of Qingyun Sect, which can rebound all attacks.

After hearing this, everyone was eager, but soon some people thought that there was another person who was not a disciple of this sect to participate in the Seven-Meridian Martial Arts Association.

Immediately, he stood up and pointed at Fang Qian and asked, "The head of the sect, he will also participate in the martial arts meeting this time. If he wins first, will he also give this Liuhe Realm?"

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became cold.

Before Master Daoxuan could speak, Fang Qian stood up and said, "The little monk is just to communicate with all the Taoist methods with all the brothers. Even if he wins by chance, he will not be greedy for the magic weapon of his sect. The brother can feel at ease."

At this time, Qingyun's disciples stood up and said, "I won by luck? Brother Fahai, don't say such nonsense. I, Qingyun, have countless outstanding disciples, how could I defeat you?"

Fang Qian smiled and said, "That's the best. If the little monk fails, it means that the little monk is not good at learning skills. He will continue to work hard in the future."

Seeing that there was someone to talk, Cang Song stood up and said angrily: "This place is a place where you are a second-handed person. What can you solve on the ring? How can you just show off your verbal advantage like a woman!"

When Shuiyue heard this, her expression was not good. She slapped the table and stood up and said coldly: "What about woman? Senior Brother Cangsong looks down on me, Xiaozhufeng?"

Cang Song said with a bulging face: "How come I have ever had this intention? Junior sister, don't mess around!"

"I'm pretty confused? I..."

Shuiyue wanted to say something else, but Zhenren Daoxuan coughed and said, "Okay, as an elder of the master, he has become the master of the disciples, and he shut up."

As he said that, he turned around and said with a gentle expression: "This is generally the case with martial arts. You go back and have a rest. Tomorrow morning, the seven-mechanism martial arts competition will officially start."

The Qingyun disciple bowed and said in unison: "Yes, the real person in the head."

After saying that, they all wanted to have three legs and quickly leave Yuqing Palace.

The elders also left one by one, leaving only the first seat of the seven Qingyun veins and still here.

Daoxuan glanced at the few people, smiled no longer on his face, and said lightly: "What do you think of this Fahai?"

Cang Song said coldly: "Things who don't know that the sky and the earth are so strong that they dare to come to me to cause trouble."

Shuiyue snorted and said, "Senior Brother Cangsong is so angry. Tianyin has always been in the same spirit as me. What's wrong with communication between disciples?"

Shang Zhengliang nodded and said, "Junior sister is right, but I think this little monk is a bit not simple. It's okay to be calm if he is not afraid of honor and disgrace. He is afraid that his magic weapon is not inferior. He is definitely an extraordinary one."

Daoxuan sat calmly in place and said in a deep voice: "It is true. Ling Zun was angry at the leak of the aura of the ghosts suppressed in it, but was then captured by a certain aura in the magic weapon, and was very scared."

Hearing this, everyone looked at each other with a serious expression.

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Chapter completed!