"Wow-" Yang Mu stood up from the bathtub suddenly, because of the cultivation of the Extreme Abyss Divine Determination, the muscle lines on his body were very well-proportioned, and they were not exaggerated. The liquid has lost its aroma and has become a little cloudy.

At the end of the medicinal bath in the past few days, Yang Mu felt that the excess cold in his body had been completely eliminated, and his roots and bones had stabilized. The whole body feels like it has been freed from its shackles, and it is extremely comfortable.

He clearly felt that every inch of his meridians, muscles, bones, and flesh and blood were full of strength, "This is the ultimate root bone, whether it is cultivation speed or combat ability, it has reached the true peak." ”

Yang Mu rinsed off the liquid medicine on his body and cleaned up again before walking out of the door. Yang Mu's medicinal bath today only took a morning, but it seemed that a world had changed outside, with rows of big red lanterns hanging on all large buildings, and a flag painted with the symbol of the Qingyu Sect planted on the side of the road every few steps.

The day of the festival has arrived.

"Look, isn't that Yang Mu?"

"It's really him...... How did he get out?"

Yang Mu has been taking medicinal baths for the past few days, and he has been practicing as usual at night, so he has no time to go to the practice ground. Many people thought that Yang Mu was afraid, so he hid. Unexpectedly, on the day of the Heaven Sacrifice Conference, Yang Mu's figure appeared again.

Zhang Che and Li Yu and his entourage also happened to pass by, and Li Yu, like everyone else, thought that Yang Mu was hiding. Seeing Yang Mu at this time, he stepped forward to greet him without hesitation, and sneered, "Isn't this Senior Brother Yang, a genius disciple?

Yang Mu glanced at him and said lightly, "You still have to care more about yourself." With that, Yang Mu walked towards the venue of the Heaven Worship Conference, he was not in the mood to waste time on this kind of person.

"This guy ......" Li Yutie blushed and clenched his fists, "If I meet the competition in a while, I will not show mercy to his subordinates." ”

The first item of the festival is to measure the root bones of the new generation of disciples. The disciples of this generation are all very strong, and there are even three owners of second-grade spiritual roots. Yang Mu looked coldly in the crowd, there was a little fat man among the disciples of this generation, and like him back then, he was the only one with a different spiritual root. If nothing else, you won't be able to continue cultivating.

Yang Mu clenched his fists, in the past two years, whenever he remembered the gazes that everyone had cast at him when he had measured the bones, there was an inexhaustible anger burning in his heart, and that helplessness was deeply imprinted in his memory.

"It's been two years, and I'm no longer the helpless little friar I used to be. Yang Mu's nails were deeply embedded in his palm, and he said to himself, "I have always had Lingyun Zhi in my heart, how could I have been a thing in the pool in your eyes!"

"After the root bone qualification has been determined, let's start the martial arts competition among the disciples in the door. "The second elder of the Qingyu Sect looks very young, only in his twenties, but this guy has actually spent hundreds of years of spring and autumn. At this time, the second elder sat on the high platform on the side, glanced at the hundreds of disciples under the stage with some boredom, and said lightly, "Regardless of the inner and outer doors, all the disciples of the Imperial Qi Realm are divided into a group, and all the disciples of the Divine Xi Realm are divided into a group, and each group selects a winner, and there is a big prize." ”

There is no difference between the inner door and the outer door! For the inner disciples, there is no difference, but for the outer disciples, it is a painful and happy rule. The cultivation environment of the inner gate and the outer gate is simply a world apart, if the outer disciple can defeat the inner disciple, it is enough to prove his potential, and he will even be directly promoted into the inner gate!

However, what is the chance of a weak outer disciple winning in front of an inner disciple? All along, the cultivation resources obtained by the inner disciple are far beyond the ability of the outer disciple.

"Do you understand?" the second elder asked in a cold voice as he looked at the disciples who were talking in the audience.

"Understood!" everyone was silent for a while, and replied one after another.

Each time the festival is held, a different elder is in charge. Among these elders, it is said that the second elder has the most simple and straightforward personality, and the rules formulated are not in the slightest. In this way, all the disciples were simply and rudely divided into two groups, and there was a special senior brother who was responsible for drawing lots for everyone.

There are two in total, one is for the disciples of the Imperial Qi Realm, and the other is for the disciples of the Divine Dawn Realm. The disciples of the Shenxi Realm are already the backbone of the sect, and they are all monks who can dictate one side, and the competition is more intense, so there are more onlookers in that ring. However, it should be noted that the disciples in the late stage of the Shenxi Realm are already the real mainstays of the sect, and they have to deal with many affairs, so they don't have time to participate in festivals such as the Heaven Sacrifice Conference.

Yang Mu had no interest in onlookers and sat quietly on the side.

The contest soon began, and this time not only did it not distinguish between the inner gate and the outer gate, but even the monks of the same realm did not distinguish between them, and the monks in the early stage of the Imperial Qi Realm and the late stage of the Imperial Qi Realm could also compete on the same stage. I'm afraid that only the Second Elder himself knows the intention of this.

The first to play was Li Yu, who met an outer senior brother in the middle of the Imperial Qi Realm. Li Yu was only the strength of the early stage of the Imperial Qi Realm, and he wasted a lot of strength to win this competition in his life. There is no way to do this, Li Yu They are the youngest generation among all the monks participating in the competition, and they must be inferior in cultivation.

After Li Yu won one, there were a few more dull games, and then it was Zhang Che's turn to play. Zhang Che was the highest cultivator in their generation, and he had reached the middle stage of the Imperial Qi Realm. The duel against him was a senior brother in the middle of the Imperial Qi Realm, and Zhang Che won the game without much effort. After all, he is regarded by everyone as the most talented person among the disciples of this generation, and Zhang Che is very strong.

Just when Yang Mu was about to fall asleep, someone finally called out his name.

"The twelfth group, Yang Mu, Fan Zhongliang. The senior brother who read the list also trembled when he read Yang Mu's name, and he obviously recognized Yang Mu's name.

Not only this senior brother, but all the people who were watching this ring were active and discussed. Looking at Yang Mu who walked on stage, they were shocked that the alien spirit root that had been wasted for two years was really standing in the ring of the same martial arts competition!

Sitting next to the second elder were several monks from other sects, one of whom was a young female monk with clear eyebrows and a beautiful eyebrow, frowned and asked a person beside him, "Who is this Yang Mu, why is he so concerned?"

The man who was asked by the female monk was stunned, obviously he didn't expect to be accosted by this woman, "It is said that it is a foreign spiritual root that cannot be cultivated, and he has not cultivated for two years, but he made a lot of nonsense a few days ago, could it be that Senior Sister Qiu is interesting to him?"

"If you don't learn anything, what a joke. The woman immediately lost interest and looked at the ring on the other side.

Fan Zhongliang is also a monk in the same batch as Yang Mu, and his cultivation has reached the middle stage of the Imperial Qi Realm, second only to Zhang Che.

Fan Zhongliang said with a smile, "I didn't expect that my first competition was to face Senior Brother Yang, which is really scary." "Senior Brother Yang, it's their joking name for Yang Mu, and they don't think that Yang Mu has any strength in their hearts.

"Then why didn't you abstain?" Yang Mu replied.

Fan Zhongliang choked, did this guy really not understand that he was sarcastic about him?

Don't talk nonsense anymore, Zhang Che and the others have already studied it in advance, no matter who faces Yang Mu, they must defeat him in the shortest possible time and make him completely embarrassed.

Thinking of this, a blue light flashed in Fan Zhongliang's eyes, and the true qi was condensed on his arms, and countless emerald traces spread on his body, which was the orthodox mastery of the Qingyu Sect - "Qingyu Traces". These traces contain the mysteries of life, which can strengthen the monk's power over time.

"The method of the Qingyu Sect will make the monks stronger and stronger over time. Even a low-level monk, as long as he is given enough time to prepare, he can even skip the ranks to face the enemy. Zhang Che looked at Yang Mu contemptuously in the audience, and said to himself, "With this waste, what can be done to solve it?"

To everyone's surprise, Yang Mu stood in place, closing his eyes.

"What kind of reputation is this guy?" Even the second elder frowned, he had heard of Yang Mu such a disciple, but he didn't expect this guy to do such unbelievable things.

You must know that if it drags on like this, Fan Zhongliang's strength will only get stronger and stronger under the blessing of Qing Yuji.

Fan Zhongliang was even more stunned, but such a scene was beneficial to him. The two were in a stalemate for a long time, and finally, Fan Zhongliang seized the opportunity. His strength had accumulated enough, and this punch was struck, causing wind and thunder, and in a trance, he already had the strength level of the late stage of the Imperial Qi Realm.

"Not good!" When Fan Zhongliang was about to hit Yang Mu's body, an early warning suddenly rose in his heart, which was a primordial instinctive intuition.

Sure enough, Yang Mu opened his eyes suddenly, and steadily caught Fan Zhongliang's fist with one palm.

There was a dead silence in the audience, and just when everyone thought that Yang Mu was bound to be hit, this blow was simply caught! A wave of qi slowly spread out around the two of them, and it was the aftermath of the power of this punch, which had been dissolved by Yang Mu.

Fan Zhongliang's heart set off turbulent waves, and only he understood his own moves. This punch of his has definitely reached the strength of the late stage of the Imperial Qi Realm, Yang Mu has already been judged to be a foreign spirit root before stepping into the Imperial Qi Realm, and he has given up cultivation, how can he withstand it now?

"He didn't move just now, could it be that he was giving me a chance?" a guess suddenly appeared in Fan Zhongliang's mind.

Fan Zhongliang's eyes were red, he was unwilling, he couldn't believe this fact, he wanted to pull his fist back! But he couldn't do it...... He was horrified to find that Yang Muyun was holding his fist lightly, but he couldn't break free at all! What's even more terrifying was that Yang Mu didn't exude the slightest true qi, and Fan Zhongliang couldn't even detect his true realm.

"I don't know what you've been proud of, but if you want to beat me, you're far from worthy. Yang Mu whispered. His eyes were deep, as if he was about to devour Fan Zhongliang's soul. As he spoke, Yang Mu's body took a step forward suddenly, and his left knee slammed into Fan Zhongliang's dantian.

What kind of power is this! Fan Zhongliang's eyes widened in disbelief, he felt that his dantian was as if he had been hit by a fierce beast, and he coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, and he actually fainted on the spot.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Yang Mu's mouth, looking like a devil to others. He casually put Fan Zhongliang on the ground, and then glanced at the people in the audience.

Yang Mu won! At this moment, everyone came back to their senses in shock and began to discuss in a boiling veil. Obviously two years of cultivation have been wasted, and Fan Zhongliang's Qingyu Trace has enough time to prepare, but Yang Mu is still the winner!

At the end of the first day's competition, the Qingyu Sect was boiling. After the test of strength, people began to understand that Yang Mu was not simply talking big. It doesn't matter how much strength this person used to defeat Fan Zhongliang, what people know is that this person who has been silent for two years is destined to shine at this Heaven Sacrifice Conference.

"You're qualified to fight me. Just as Yang Mu passed by Zhang Che's side, Zhang Che said with some reluctance to admit it.

"Oh, yes. Yang Mu didn't pay attention to it and returned to his residence to continue cultivating.

In fact, in this competition, the bet with Zhang Che was not taken to heart by Yang Mu. What really cared about him was the monks from other sects sitting next to the Second Elder.