The summer of the Yuanling Continent has come to the height of summer, and the sun is shining, which seems to reflect a stubborn temper at all times, refusing to restrain itself, making the farmers in the fields sweat nonstop, and also making the men and women in the Qinglou in the house scold the dead ghost The weather is going to be hot and dead.

However, for cultivators, there is no need to worry, exhaling spiritual power, internal force turnover, can make the body heat rise and discharge, even if you wear a thick cotton jacket now, it can also be cool.

At this time, about a month had passed, and the high temperature was not only scorching the heavens and lows, people or livestock, but also scorching the hearts of every cultivator of the Twelve Xuanmen in the state.

The Martial Arts Square, the main city of the state, which is nearly 100 acres, is bustling at the moment, and nearly 10,000 children are standing together in the fields of their respective sects in twelve directions.

The hot wind blew, rattling the forest outside the martial arts arena, and the air with a bit of Konoha scent penetrated into everyone's nostrils, refreshing their spirits.

Starting from the direction of one o'clock, go in a clockwise direction, followed by Qingmen, Nantianzong, Fengyuge, Lingxiamen, Tianlun Mountain, Chogang Sect, Jintao Gate, Pear Blossom Valley, Jade Mountain, Yelan Gate, Feiyun Sect, and Shuanglin Sect.

Qi twelve Xuanmen, twelve door masters standing on the highest platform, at a glance, the momentum is awe-inspiring!

At this moment, Chen Changxiao was standing next to the Nine Elders, wearing a cloud-patterned green robe, the Cangling Sword was straddled around his waist, and a green ribbon was coiled around his head, and the end was tied to his shoulders along his long hair.

Sword eyebrows and handsome eyes, the bridge of the nose is high, the body is straight, standing with his hands in his hands, like a scholar, more like a partial son, as everyone knows, he is also a Mahayana realm cultivator.

I thought that it would take a month to improve my cultivation to the top grade of the Mahayana realm, but the result was still a few days short, but it didn't matter, now Chen Changxiao's spiritual power in the dantian has reached the top grade of the Mahayana realm, compared to the big disciple of the Nantian Sect, even if it is not much higher, it will not be weaker than him.

As for Yun Yuqing, as a person from his own Xuanmen, he didn't care.

About half an hour later, I saw a middle-aged woman in red flying up from the platform, and the crimson robe danced in the air like a fairy, slowly falling down to the high platform of the host in the center of the dojo.

If you look closely, the man is plump, and although he is old, his skin is very well maintained, like that of a young woman who is not yet thirty years old.

Chen Changxiao stood upright, but he saw Elder Yuan Er and Elder Yang Si on the side leaning together and looking at it with relish, and the expression on his face did not look like a serious person, did he still swallow his spit, which made him stunned for a while.

Gu Ye looked at it smoothly, stretched out his palm and gave the two of them a slap on the top of the head.

They just shuddered, glared at Gu Ye angrily, and then looked at it meaningfully again.

The master and apprentice smiled helplessly.

"That's the Great Elder of Fengyu Pavilion, Feng Qingyu, cultivating to be at the peak of the Mahayana realm, the dream lover of those two goods. ”

Gu Ye said as he skimmed the two people who were immersed in it.

Chen Changxiao smiled helplessly and bitterly, he was old like this, and he was still a lover in his dreams.

I don't know when, the sword spirit opened his eyes, through Chen Changxiao's eyes, just a glance, and said:

"The woman was in good shape, her eyes were free of clutter, and although she was over fifty years old, she had not yet done the things of bed. ”

At this point, Chen Changxiao almost stumbled down, his brows twitched, his face was black, and he wanted to get him back, but he said two more words.

"I don't understand. ”

"I don't understand your sister, what are you doing with a sword spirit?!"

Chen Changxiao wanted to cry without tears, and suddenly remembered that among the tens of thousands of books he had read, which contained hundreds of Spring Palace classics, this sword spirit, he could not read everything.

After training the sword spirit, he looked at the two elders again, and smiled bitterly, no wonder.

In half a moment, the Great Elder of the Fengyu Pavilion walked to the edge of the top platform, cleared his throat, looked around, and said sternly:

"Welcome to this Twelve Xuanmen Martial Arts Competition, I am the Great Elder of Fengyu Pavilion, Feng Qingyu, this year's martial arts rankings, I will preside over it, if you have no opinions, I will start reading the rules of the competition!"

The voice came out, echoing throughout the Martial Arts Square, with a bit of beauty, so that the two elders couldn't help but smile and shouted:

"No opinion, no opinion!"

That Feng Qingyu seemed to feel the vulgar eyes in the distance, and in a blink of an eye, two familiar old faces could no longer be familiar, and scolded the dead ghost in his heart.

Seeing the situation, not only Chen Changxiao and Gu Ye, but also the other elders and Yun Motian, all turned their heads away, and said in their hearts, this Qingmen's face was all lost by them.

After a long time, Feng Qingyu finished reading the rules on the paper in his hand, and summed it up in one sentence, don't be murderous, and stop at the point.

"Next, start this martial arts competition, in order to save time, this time, as in the previous years, you can only participate in cultivating to reach the lower grade of the Lingzhen Realm!"

"There is only one round in this competition, and whoever can stand to the end will be the first in Xuanmen!"

Speaking of this, all the disciples in the field were excited, this kind of competition related to the honor of the Xuanmen is not like the ranking of the sect itself, although the rules are up to the point, but when is it really like this?

Which disciple doesn't want to take a good rank and show off his might? Which Xuanmen doesn't want his fame to be a little more vigorous?

And the way of each competition just verifies this, simple and rough, the strong stand and the weak fall!

After the air in the Martial Dao Square was quiet for a few minutes, the Great Elder of Fengyu Pavilion exhaled a breath of hot air and continued:

"The process of the competition is the same as usual, each of the twelve Xuanmen has a disciple of the Lingzhen Realm, and they duel in twos and twos, and the last one who is still standing is the master, and then the disciples go up one by one according to their cultivation, if they don't go up, they will give up!"

"Did you hear me clearly?"

The last word fell, Feng Qingyu squinted her pale red pink eyes, and heard all the disciples echo, and shouted in a loud voice:

"In that case, this competition has officially begun!"

"Good!"

"Good!"

Chen Changxiao looked up at the dense Xuanmen disciples, and their shouts, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

This kind of competition is once every five years, it is said that it is a competition between disciples, in fact, it is a battle between the Xuanmen and the Xuanmen, which can truly reflect the strength and charm of a Xuanmen, relying not on the elders and masters of the door, but on the disciples, if the disciples are strong, the sect is strong!

A disciple with qualifications to become a genius is far more important to the Xuanmen than an elder with a very high level of cultivation, the former has a boundless future, and the latter has a lifetime. There are not many super strong people in the world, but there are also no less, and the kind of real genius disciple is not wanted.

Except for the Qingmen and the Southern Heavenly Sect cultivators of the Yuan Dao Realm, there are no other Xuanmen in the Twelve Xuanmen, and the best cultivation is at the peak of the Mahayana Realm. If the back ten of the door, whose brother

If they can get the top ten, or even the top five or the top three, then they are likely to crisis the status of the two major Xuanmen in the state.

It's just that, I don't know how many years ago, the top ten of the Twelve Xuanmen's martial arts competition lists were all disciples of the Qingmen and Nantian Sects, and the first place was just going back and forth between the two gates. Although the other Xuanmen are uncomfortable, there is no way, their own strength is there, and there is no way to win or not.

However, Chen Changxiao has a perception that this year's martial arts competition is believed to be the most exciting ever, because his ghost eyes can not only see through the occult moves, but also see through the hearts of others.

The masters of the Twelve Xuanmen, looking at it at the moment, are all with unpredictable mysteries in their eyes, which is a variable!

Gradually, about a quarter of an hour later, twelve Lingzhen Realm disciples gathered in the center of the martial arts venue, and the two of them were together.

Chen Changxiao, as a mid-grade in the Mahayana realm, seems to be the last, and the two opponents he knows so far are Yun Yuqing and Shuangdao Ye Bei, the great disciple of the Southern Heaven Sect, who is the son of Ye Nantian, the sect leader of the Southern Heaven Sect, and the two are equally cultivated, and so is Chen Changxiao!

As for whether there are any Mahayana realm disciples in other Xuanmen, Chen Changxiao is just speculating, there should be!

At this time, Chen Changxiao did not go up and sit idle, but watched the battle one by one, watching the battle, but it was something that could not be encountered.

About half an hour passed, the twelve people finally divided the winner, the last person is a disciple of Nantian Sect, that set of sword skills is like a god, domineering, in the next dozen or so competitions, he won one by one, but in the end it was a pity to lose to the disciples under the knees of the great elder of the Qingmen, and the sword collided in the end, and the sword was a few points better.

Slowly, the disciples of the Lingzhen Realm finished their appearance, and the next one was the Lingzhen Realm, from Fengyu Pavilion, seeing that her movements were very gentle, the other party thought that Hua Li was pretty, and she was careless for a while, but she threw her sleeves and directly wrapped her neck around the ground and begged for mercy, and Feng Qingyu, who was standing on the high platform, sneered twice, seeing it as a joke.

Time passed little by little, the sun had already set into the lower half of the mountain, a touch of red glow was all over the sky, the sky was gradually darkening, and the competition of the Xuanmen disciples was still continuing, and if the fight continued like this, even if it was fought until the second half of the night, it would not be a problem.

For cultivators, there is spiritual power in the dantian, and the spiritual power flows in the tendons and veins, giving energy to the human body, an ordinary Yuan Chu Realm cultivator can be full of spirit for three days and three nights without sleeping, and the spiritual true realm cultivator is five days and five nights, and the higher the cultivation, the more spiritual power can be.

The evening breeze blew and swept over everyone, and the people and residents outside the martial arts square had slowly fallen asleep, and the sound of the forest outside the venue also receded.

And all the disciples in the audience were even more energetic at this moment.

The cultivation of the disciples of the martial arts competition has come to the Mahayana realm, and according to the regulations of the martial arts competition, the age of the person in this martial arts competition cannot exceed twenty-eight years old.

Therefore, among the Xuanmen, although it is still unclear about the disciples who have reached the Mahayana realm, there are nearly twenty of them, that is, there is at least one person in each sect!

"This year is really exciting, in the previous competitions, there were at most more than a dozen people who went to the Mahayana realm, but this time, there were so many births!"

Chen Changxiao watched quietly, and heard the second elder on the side stroke his beard and speak.

I don't know how long it has been, but there are already 30 disciples of the Mahayana realm who have entered the arena! Many disciples even covered their mouths when they saw such a strong scene.