The rising sun is rising, the sky is blue, and the snow peaks reflect dazzling silver light.

On the cliff in the air, a man with a strong body was sitting cross-legged in the snow, with a giant axe with a horn on his right hand, and no snow was seen within three feet of ice and snow. His long hair was casually scattered on his shoulders, his muscles were as strong as iron, his body was tall and strong, his skin was bronze, and his whole body was full of masculinity. His eyebrows were thick, his nose was high and straight, and his face was rough. Although he could not be called handsome, he faintly showed a domineering aura of looking down on the world, which seemed extraordinary. He was motionless like a statue, his breathing was deep and long, and he could hardly see the ups and downs of his chest. It was Hu Qingpeng, who joined the Demon Sect after being expelled from the wall by the Hengshan Sect.

Two blue-eyed golden eagles hovered in the sky, making loud roars from time to time. They were fond of carrion and had noticed the prey below. After observing for a long time, they carefully flew down and tentatively passed over Hu Qingpeng's head. The huge wings slapped the air, and a violent whirlwind swept up the snow on the ground.

Hu Qingpeng seemed to have no idea and still closed his eyes and entered into meditation, but the sudden whirlwind could not blow his hair at all.

The two golden eagles flew away several times. After confirming that the prey had not responded, they finally swung their wings and swung their feet, one in front and one behind, and the sharp minions like iron hooks were as powerful as a thriller, and they grabbed his skull hard.

At this moment, Hu Qingpeng suddenly opened his eyes, jumped up, and grabbed the giant axe beside him like lightning. He lifted the weight easily. The sharp axe blade incredibly drew a perfect arc, lightly and quickly cutting the neck of the first golden eagle. Seeing the blood light burst out, the second golden eagle immediately flapped its wings and slapped it in a rush, trying to fly away. His feet were paused, and the person and the axe were suddenly lifted up for more than a meter. The giant axe slashed in the air, and the invisible energy hit him like a huge wheel. With a light sound, the escaped golden eagle was cut into two pieces in half, with feathers flying around, and fell heavily.

Hu Qingpeng landed on the ground, like a god holding a battle axe. He whistled up to the sky, unable to express his comfort, and was a bit wild and domineering. He lowered his head and looked down at the beautiful rivers and mountains in the distance, and couldn't help but feel mixed emotions and murmured: "I have finally practiced the last move!"

At this time, he was taller and stronger than three years ago. He completely lost the childishness of a young man. His eyes were deep, his expression was firm, his manners were calm and generous, and he showed strong confidence and fighting spirit everywhere. He had truly matured. After three years of hard practice, the "Destroying World Overlord Art" not only broke through the seventh level, but also mastered another unique skill of the Demon Cult, "Ten Axes of Dragons". He used himself as bait to lure the eagle eagles on the snow peak to attack and use them as objects to practice axes. Now there are not a hundred eagle eagles who die under his axe, and there are eighty, so that only a few years later some eagles dare to fly back here.

Hu Qingpeng swept his eyes around every inch of land, and every bit of the past three years passed by his heart in an instant. He couldn't help but sigh, both proud and reluctant. Although it was extremely lonely, it recorded every footprint of his growth and sprinkled with his sweat. He practiced day and night on this small practice platform, without the wind and snow raging and the scorching sun was exposed, and he did not waste any time. If he had not had superhuman will and perseverance, he would definitely not be able to hold on, nor could he meet the harsh standards of Xuanzong. Today, since his martial arts were accomplished, he would have to leave here to start a career. I don't know when it will take until when to come back? He gently brushed the blood on the axe blade, respectfully hung the giant axe back to its original place, bowed a few times to the sky before turning around and stepping into the dark corridor.

Pushing open the secret door at the end of the corridor, Hu Qingpeng put on the clothes he had stacked on the morning, put away the "Xuantian Caifeng Ruyi Jade Pendant", and tied up his loose hair. Because every layer of his skill level was improved, he had to burn a set of clothes, so he simply put all his clothes in the cave when practicing, and only wore them when he came here to study or refer to the mantras on the stone wall.

Hu Qingpeng came to Chiyou's stone statue, looked up at the God of War worshipped by the Demon Sect, and felt his unresistible domineering aura again. His mind was infuriated and he sweared silently in his heart: "One day, I will also insert my weapons under your feet!"

Hu Qingpeng stepped out of the grotto, and the surroundings were as quiet as before, but music was faintly heard from afar, as if it was a different world. This is a forbidden area in the God of War Palace. Unless he obtained the concession from Xuanzong, no one could get close to him. Those who violated the enemy immediately could not forgive him. He vaguely remembered the road he came, and after thinking about it, he walked away.

In the Jiuyou Bing room, the cigarettes are misty and the sound of the piano is just resting.

Hu Qingpeng walked into the room with a high apology, turned a blind eye to the beauties who were whispering in a low voice, knelt down and saluted to Xuanzong sitting on a high place, and said aloud: "Qingpeng came to pay homage to the leader! Fortunately, it took three years to be unfair!"

Xuanzong smiled slightly and waved his hand to signal the beauties to leave for the time being. The beauties looked at Hu Qingpeng curiously, chattering and talking in a low voice, hugging each other with laughter. Hu Qingpeng's face did not change his expression, and even when they passed by them, they did not take a look.

Xuanzong nodded secretly and said, "Get up! Your steps are as real as you want, your breathing is slow, and your cheeks are slightly red. You must have reached the seventh level of skill, but it did not disappoint me. However, I still want to see how much you have learned about this sect's magical skills?"

Hu Qingpeng's mental and temperament has already undergone corresponding changes because he practiced the "Destroying the World Overlord Art". Although he respects Xuanzong, he is not afraid of the other party at all. His eyes narrowed and he said in a deep voice: "I would like to ask the master to ask for a question!"

Xuanzong said: "You try your best to attack me!"

"good!"

Hu Qingpeng's thoughts moved slightly, his whole body's strength increased, and his aura suddenly surged. His already tall and strong body seemed to have risen a lot. His aura surged forward, but before he could approach Xuanzong, he was blocked by an invisible air shield. No matter how he increased the pressure, he could never continue to push half an inch. Xuanzong sat upright next to the coffee table with a leisurely expression, without making any defensive moves, but he just looked at Hu Qingpeng with a smile. Hu Qingpeng saw that Xuanzong's empty sect was revealed, and thousands of attack moves flashed in his mind in an instant, but the opponent's aura was as deep as the sea, with no gaps to take advantage of. There were surging waves hidden under the calm surface, which seemed to be tilted at any time.

Hu Qingpeng wanted to attack but couldn't help but scream in his heart. When the two sides confronted each other, the energy and spirit of the attacking side were consumed far more than the defense side. Once the battle situation was delayed and the battle could not be decided quickly, the attacker would inevitably end up with a crushing defeat. He understood the truth and knew that if he didn't take action, his momentum would become weaker and he would never have a chance. He resolutely closed his eyes, ignored whether Xuanzong changed his posture, and shouted loudly: "Break!" Using his right arm as the handle of the axe and his palm as the blade of the axe, he slashed in the sky and hit the opponent's chest like a cracking earth, full of fearless aura of never returning and sacrificing his life.

Xuanzong said, "A good move of 'Slaying Dragon Head'!" This is the most powerful and brave move among the ten dragon-slaying axes, which can fully exert the characteristics of the giant axe to kill. Just imagine that the dragon is a powerful and powerful beast. If you want to cut off the dragon head in one move, what kind of momentum and divine power it takes! It is rare that Hu Qingpeng used his physical body as an axe when he was unarmed, and his understanding and grasp of the moves had reached a very high level. This is what Xuanzong appreciated.

Hu Qingpeng's palm suddenly turned red, and the hot energy condensed like an axe blade, as if it was burning in the air. In a trance, it seemed that there was really a magic axe, which was thunderous and thunderous, and the hot wind swept the cold air into the air.

The figure flashed, and Hu Qingpeng's palm suddenly slashed on Xuanzong's protective air shield. There was only a slight sound of hissing, and the air shield was torn apart, and the fiery red aura was like an angry beast, roaring and pounced on him.

Xuanzong smiled indifferently and grabbed it casually. The red aura was immediately absorbed by him without a trace as if a river had entered the sea. His palms kept casting, and he accurately grasped Hu Qingpeng's changing wrist and tightened the pulse gate. Hu Qingpeng felt a strong and powerful energy coming towards him, offsetting the power of his killer move. As the pulse gate numbed, he could not move immediately. He was both shocked and admired. His skill he had practiced hard could not be used in front of Xuanzong. The difference between the two was really a world of difference!

Xuanzong waved his lightly, threw Hu Qingpeng back to his original position and said, "Not bad! You have indeed made great efforts, and it is not considered as insulting the ancestors of all generations who have lost their sects. You have passed this fifth level test!"

Hu Qingpeng was overjoyed and immediately turned over and said excitedly: "Pupil, pay homage to Master! In the future, I would rather die than lose your reputation!" Xuanzong is a master-level figure in the world. It is really a blessing to be noticed by him in his three lives.

After receiving his apprenticeship from Master Xuanzong, he personally helped him up and said with a smile: "Do you know that many people in this sect oppose me accepting you as a disciple?" Since Hu Qingpeng entered the Temple of War God to detoxify, the fact that he was about to become a disciple of Xuanzong has been spread throughout the Demon Sect, and it is no secret that he will be the close disciple of Xuanzong.

Hu Qingpeng's heart was terrified, and his joy turned into nothing. Cheng Ying's jealousy and hatred flashed through his mind. He nodded calmly and said, "I'm afraid the third brother's objection is the strongest!"

Xuanzong looked at him meaningfully and said, "The love between children is only a secondary reason. Moreover, the person who opposes the most intensely is not Cheng Ying."

Hu Qingpeng was stunned, suddenly remembered the origin of the Demon Sect and related ancient myths, and frowned and said, "Is it because I am a Han nationality?"

Xuanzong said: "That's right! This sect has been established for nearly two thousand years, and all the leaders of the previous sects are all served by the Jiuyi tribe. The disciples of other ethnic groups can only be promoted to the position of elders at most, and there is no possibility of being involved in the throne of the sect leader. Once you become my disciple, you will automatically gain the right to inherit the sect leader and have a quarter of the chance to take over my position in the future. Therefore, many older people firmly oppose it."

Hu Qingpeng shook his head and smiled bitterly. The war between the Jiuyi people and the Han people was thousands of years ago. Why should the hatred continue to this day? Since Chi You cannot be resurrected, Ji Xuanyuan will not return to the world. It is necessary for the descendants of the two tribes to be hostile to each other. Is it impossible for water and fire to withstand? He asked in confusion: "Why did the leader, despite the opposition of everyone, decide to accept me as his disciple?"

Xuanzong sighed: "Since the founding of this sect, we have only used the Jiuyi tribe's people. Even if the disciples of other tribes have natural talents, they will be difficult to gain trust and will be excluded and jealous. I don't know how many talents are buried or left in anger, which seriously restricts the development and prosperity of our sect. However, within the Jiuyi tribe, inbreeding, factional disputes, attacks each other, consumes too much manpower and material resources. Although I am determined to compete for the Central Plains and dominate the world, I have to spend most of my energy to settle inside, so how can I have the time to expand outward? If this kind of nepotism and non-my race does not completely change, the foundation of the Divine Cult will definitely be destroyed!"

Hu Qingpeng said in surprise: "Is the leader's words serious? I'm full of talents, how could he fall down if he says he's going to say something?"

Xuanzong said worriedly: "I am not an exaggeration. The people of the Jiuyi tribe are naturally aggressive, brave and powerful. They are born warriors and warriors, but they are negligent in calculating, not good at planning and management, and do not know how to live in harmony with other races. For thousands of years, due to too many wars, frequent killings, and imprisonment in wilderness, we can only maintain a population of about 500,000. On the other hand, the Han people have tens of millions, and the Mongolian tribes that have risen recently have millions of people. If we blindly attack and plunder other races, the day of the destruction of the tribe will not be far away!" His tone was heavy, as if we had seen the miserable future of our tribe.

Hu Qingpeng didn't expect that under his free and unrestrained appearance, he actually had a compassionate heart and respected him more and more. He said: "Since the leader knows the crux of the problem, why not use thunderbolt means to cut the mess quickly and eliminate all unfavorable factors?"

Xuanzong shook his head and said, "Not that simple! I am a member of the Jiuyi tribe and have a close relationship with many people in the sect. How can I completely cut it off? Chi Yan and the other three have similar situations, so it is not advisable to come forward to rectify the academic affairs. I have repeatedly considered that if you want to cure the sect's stubborn diseases, you can only rely on external forces. And you are the hope for the future of this sect!"

Hu Qingpeng faced his bright eyes, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and hesitated: "Can I do such a heavy task? What if..."

Xuanzong interrupted: "My disciple should never say 'if'! If you don't even have this confidence, you are not worthy of learning the 'Destroying World Overlord Art'!" The first thing you need for is self-confidence. You must have the domineering aura to conquer the world in order to fully exert its power.

Hu Qingpeng's face turned slightly red and he whispered: "Disciple knows that he is wrong!"

Xuanzong's expression cleared a little and said, "When I was about to find a disciple, Chi Yan recommended you. You were less than seventeen years old at the time, but you both possess the magical powers of both Buddhism and Taoism. Not only are you good at martial arts, but you are also familiar with poetry and essays. You are sincere and kind to others, dare to act and take responsibility, and are proud, just in line with my intentions. But then again, if you want to ascend to the throne of the leader, you must defeat your three senior brothers, and there is no shortcut other than that."

Hu Qingpeng said: "Disciple understand!" A bright flame suddenly ignited in his eyes, and his hair was free of wind. Among the disciples of Xuanzong, Chi Yan became famous for the longest time, was awe-inspiring world, made countless contributions to the Demon Sect, and received the support of three elders. He was originally the most suitable heir. Unfortunately, he was too infatuated to understand the "love" level, and his skills were always at the tenth level. Zhan Feng was brave in nature, a martial arts genius, but he was stubborn and a bit too cruel, and was not a qualified leader. Cheng Ying was born in his own family and received the support of the Temple Wind Elder. He was cunning and good at recruiting talents, and had the potential of a hero. His only weakness was that he liked women, so he was easy to mess up. These three people had powerful supporters in the Demon Sect, so it was not easy to defeat them!

Xuanzong continued: "Today, the Mongolian cavalry was expelled from the Central Plains, and the whole country had fallen into Zhu Yuanzhang's hands. Although some wars were repeated, they were not in the end. After the chaos, the people were determined, and this has been the case since ancient times. As long as Zhu Yuanzhang became an emperor for ten years and lay a solid foundation, the Ming Dynasty's country would be difficult to shake for a hundred years. If one day you become the leader, you must never want to subvert the Zhu family's country, hit the stone with eggs, and ruin the lives of our disciples in vain. On the contrary, you must try to cooperate with the Zhu family dynasty to move the Jiuyi people to a rich place, teach them the culture of the Central Plains, and no longer be trapped in this snow-capped wilderness!"

Hu Qingpeng felt the heavy responsibility on his shoulders, took a deep breath and said, "Although I am not a member of the Jiuyi tribe, my life was saved by Master. Even if I am broken into pieces, I will fulfill Master's wish!"

Xuanzong said seriously: "Compared with your senior brothers, your biggest weakness is that your martial arts are poor. According to the normal practice steps, it will take at least ten years to break through the tenth level of mental method. But before that, I am afraid you have been killed countless times. In order to help you break through the limit of practice in the shortest time, I will set up three "Ming Shen True Qi Locks" in your body to seal your true qi. Every time you break a level of ban, your skill can break through one level. If by chance, you can tie them within three years."

Hu Qingpeng said in surprise: "What do you mean is to let me ban my skills and practice?"

Xuanzong said: "Yes!"

Hu Qingpeng was surprised and happy, and said tremblingly: "Thank you for your kindness, Master, I am ashamed of me!" This kind of example of forbidden exercise practice has been recorded in the Demonic Sect's books. It is a method of injecting one's true energy into others' bodies by those with deep skills to help them quickly improve their skills. For practitioners, it is actually a transformation and absorption of others' true energy. This method of transmitting the true energy cannot be reversed, and the person who casts the skills will lose 10 to 30% of his skill. How abundant and profound is Xuanzong's skill? Even if he loses only 10% to Hu Qingpeng, it will be enough to benefit him.

Xuanzong smiled and said, "How can you not give you some dessert first if you want to take on the heavy burden? Let's sit down, let's start now!"

Note: Zhan Feng is the second disciple of Xuanzong, the leader of the Demon Sect.
Chapter completed!