Watching Xiong Dahai take Jasmine's hand, he disappeared far away.

Ma Qingfeng couldn't help but shake his head, fate is a very magical thing, not restricted by any external conditions, when it is time to come, it will come very naturally. When you don't come, you can't ask for anything.

Ma Qingfeng flew to the back mountain, where he found a cave on a high mountain wall.

After entering the cave, Ma Qingfeng found that it was quite clean, and with a wave of his hand, a flame flashed in the cave, and the cave became drier and cleaner.

He had just practiced the Chaos God Skill to the fifth layer, and he hadn't had time to consolidate it, and it was easy to leave hidden dangers, so Ma Qingfeng decided to consolidate his cultivation here.

Feeling the ocean-like energy in the dantian, and the endless true yuan flowing in the meridians, Ma Qingfeng felt that he was extremely powerful, if he fought with the ghost king with the ground-level nine-grade cultivation at this time, Ma Qingfeng was confident, even if he couldn't defeat, he wouldn't fail.

The Chaos Divine Skill was running, and wisps of heaven and earth aura were sucked into the dantian, some were transformed into true yuan by Ma Qingfeng, and some entered the second layer of energy, waiting to be transformed into chaotic energy.

Slowly combing through all kinds of martial arts in his mind, with the breakthrough of the Chaos Divine Skill, all kinds of martial arts have also improved, and the power is naturally greater.

After sitting calmly for three days, Ma Qingfeng jumped out of the cave and practiced various martial arts on the hillside.

It's hilarious!

One moment it was a gust of wind, and the splinter flew wildly, and the other was a sharp shot, causing rows of small holes to appear in the mountain wall, all of which were bottomless.

Sometimes the sword shines, competing with the hot sun, and sometimes the figure emerges, like a shooting star.

In this way, Ma Qingfeng stayed on this hill for ten days.

In the past ten days, Ma Qingfeng's strength has grown to an unbelievable level.

The various animals on the mountain were tortured and obviously lost weight, and sometimes they rested well in the middle of the night, and Ma Qingfeng suddenly realized that he would immediately come out to practice. The strong palm power smashed the mountains and rocks, and shook the ground to jump and jump.

When he did this, the animals were frightened and ran away. If you can't eat well or sleep well, can you not lose weight! There was even a pair of rats underground, who were in the middle of a rat-making campaign at that time, and they were so frightened by the earthquake caused by Ma Qingfeng that they shrank on the spot, delaying the birth of rats for several generations.

So much so that when Ma Qingfeng walked down the mountain, many animals burst into tears, and this plague god was finally gone.

Ma Qingfeng returned to Yuquan Nunnery smoothly all the way.

The competition between the elders of the various sects has ended, and now it is a competition between the disciples.

Master Mingxin was on the stage and said, "Today's competition is between the disciples of various sects. The competition between the disciples of this conference takes the form of group battle, because the winning team needs to perform a very important task and needs to fight as a team, so it is necessary to examine the teamwork ability of the disciples of each faction. ”

The little nun Dexin came up again with the sticker, still bowing her head shyly.

Ma Qingfeng didn't wait for the disciples of each faction to draw lots, and flew onto the high platform, "The competition between the disciples, the first place in my Sword Sect is also going to be." If you are not convinced, please come to the field to challenge. ”

After speaking, he flew off the high platform.

The people of all factions looked at each other, but they did not say anything. This is strength! Strength is stronger than everything else, and a big fist is the truth.

Although Ma Qingfeng said a few words on stage, people all felt Ma Qingfeng's momentum, and in just more than ten days, Ma Qingfeng's cultivation has increased again, what a genius!

Ma Qingfeng waved his hand gently, and a hundred disciples walked out of the tent and stood in the center of the venue.

The leaders of the other four major factions looked at it and didn't see any difference in the disciples of the Sword Sect.

How did they know that these disciples were all ground-level masters, and they all used Ma Qingfeng's breathing technique to hide their true cultivation.

Xu Changqing was the first to stand up and said, "Just let me learn the sword sect from the Crazy Sword Sect!"

The battle of the elders has already given Ma Qingfeng face, but the battle of the disciples is different. The hundred disciples of the Crazy Sword Sect walked to the opposite side of the Sword Sect disciples with their swords on their shoulders.

The strength of the Crazy Sword Gate is still very high, with more than a dozen prefecture-level masters, and the rest are all above the fifth grade of the human level.

"Let's go!" Seeing that both sides were ready, Master Mingxin gave the order to begin.

Cangchangchang!

The disciples of the Crazy Sword Sect pulled out their knives together and played with a sword flower, just like the disciples of the Sword Sect pounced.

The disciples of the Sword Sect did not rush to draw their swords, but put away the breathing technique together. In an instant, the aura of a prefecture-level master filled the scene!

Thump!

The more than ten disciples of the prefecture-level masters in front of the Crazy Sword Gate suddenly stood still. The disciples of the human-level masters behind were pressed by the momentum of these hundred prefecture-level masters, and they all sat on the ground, or lay on the ground.

Burst!

Xu Changqing was brushing his beard, ready to win this game. Seeing that the hundred disciples of the Sword Sect were all ground-level masters, he was so shocked that he accidentally tore off a lock of beard.

Tens of thousands of martial arts people were shocked, they had heard that there were many prefecture-level masters in the Sword Sect before, but today they saw with their own eyes, a hundred prefecture-level masters!

What a shock!

Xu Changqing hurriedly stood up and shouted loudly: "There is no need to compete, this game is ...... I threw in the towel. ”

The disciple of the Crazy Sword Sect let out a sigh of relief and withdrew the knife into its sheath. He looked at the disciple of the Sword Sect with envy.

"Look at that kid, he looks much younger than me, but everyone is a prefecture-level master, and I'm still a human-level eighth-grade. ”

"Isn't it? You see, all of them are young, but their cultivation is so much higher than ours. ”

The disciples of the Crazy Sword Sect discussed a lot, and some complained that they had voted for the wrong sect, if they were the disciples of the Sword Sect, they would have improved their cultivation and started a family.

With an extremely complicated feeling, the Crazy Sword Sect disciple walked off the venue.

The court calmed down instantly. The tens of thousands of martial arts people who watched the battle were silent. However, looking at the disciples of the Sword Sect on the field, their eyes were naked, full of admiration and envy, and they all wanted to join the Sword Sect immediately.

"Alas! Isn't that the big pillar of the cousin's family of the neighbor Lao Tian's family? If it were me, I would have become a high-level prefecture long ago. ”

People in the martial arts think about their own thoughts.

Half an hour later, the Mingxin Master of Yuquanan stood up and said, "Amitabha, the disciple of the Sword Sect has cultivated to a high level, and I admit defeat in Yuquanan." ”

The Xiangyunzi Daoist of Qingliangmen also stood up, "Immeasurable Tianzun, Qingliangmen also admits defeat." ”

In the end, the little monk Jueliang of Pudu Temple stepped forward, "Amitabha, the disciples of the Sword Sect are extremely good at cultivating, and I am willing to bow down to Pudu Temple." ”

The sword didn't move, just a light of cultivation, and the disciple of the Sword Sect won the first place.

Ma Qingfeng beckoned, and the disciples of the Sword Sect returned to the tent in a neat line.

The faces of each of the disciples of the Sword Sect were filled with infinite joy, how many years, the Sword Sect was at the end. This time, they all won the first place, I am afraid that after the conference, the Sword Sect will be the number one faction in the world.

All of this was brought to everyone by Ma Qingfeng, those magical pills, patient and meticulous guidance, and unconcealed teaching, saving everyone from fire and water again and again.

Hula!

After the disciples of the Sword Sect returned to the tent, they all knelt in front of Ma Qingfeng, "Thank you Ma Pavilion Master for your success!"

Ma Qingfeng hurriedly waved his hand and held up these disciples, "They are all disciples of the Sword Sect, they are all brothers, and they are all what I should do." You don't have to. Get up!"

These disciples were held up by Ma Qingfeng's strong True Yuan, and they couldn't kneel even if they wanted to. I couldn't help but look at each other, the master of the Ma Pavilion deserved to be our teacher, and his cultivation was really unfathomable.

These disciples silently put Ma Qingfeng in the position of a teacher, and respected Ma Qingfeng as if they were respecting a master.

After pacifying these disciples, Ma Qingfeng turned around and returned to the courtyard, returned to his room, sat cross-legged on the bed, and began to practice the Chaos Divine Skill again.