And all this has nothing to do with Chu Ming, who is cultivating hard.

At this time, he had already promoted his cultivation to the sevenfold peak of the Spirit Skill Mirror, and if he went further, he could enter the eighth level of the Spirit Skill Mirror, but the improvement of the realm was not as simple as eating and drinking, and Chu Ming didn't want to leave hidden dangers for future cultivation because he was in a hurry.

Therefore, Chu Ming was not in a hurry to break through, but spent most of his time tempering his sword intent and comprehending the Qinglian Sword Technique and Fengyun Finger.

On top of a cliff, Chu Ming looked at the boundless sea of clouds in front of him, and the whole person entered a mysterious and ethereal state, and he forgot about it.

The wind originates from the air, and the clouds originate from the wind. Pneumatic and windy, wind and clouds.

The wind is invisible, but it really exists, you can feel the wind blowing the wind Buddha, the clouds are visible, but ethereal and illusory. The wind and clouds depend on each other, inextricably linked.

The howling wind gradually subsided, turning into a small whirlwind around Chu Ming.

Slowly raised his hands, and with a light touch in front of him, an illusory finger was condensed. It's not that the fingers are not strong enough, but this is the essence of Fengyun.

Suddenly, Chu Ming's eyes froze, and there seemed to be electricity beating in his eyes, "Crack!"

The phantom of the fingers scattered like a bomb. The endless sea of clouds is like a broken mirror, and like a piece of tofu that has been cut out of countless holes, the sharp breath is everywhere, and even the cliff wall has been cut off countless holes.

Call!

A misty breath like an arrow spit out from his mouth, Chu Ming slowly stood up, his body was shocked, the momentum around him was dispersed, and he slowly walked back.

As soon as he returned to his residence, he found that Zhou Ze was already waiting outside the door, and when he saw Chu Ming coming back, Zhou Ze smiled and said, "Brother is really a busy man, it's not easy to find you once."

"It's going to be the inner door ranking soon, and I want to improve my strength as much as possible"

"Do you want to play in the challenge tournament for the sect?" Zhou Ze asked tentatively, after all, Zhou Ze had also heard about Shuang'er.

Without denying it, Chu Ming nodded affirmatively.

Opening the courtyard door and inviting Zhou Ze in, Chu Ming asked, "What are you looking for me for this time?"

Zhou Ze patted his head, "I almost forgot about business, the ranking tournament will be held in three days, and now we will go to the draw." ”

"Let's go draw lots now?"

"Yes, after all, there are so many people in the sect, and it takes time for each person to draw lots and ranks, and it is also a troublesome matter, so it is more convenient to determine your number in advance. ”

"That's the same, why don't you call Zhao Feng together?" Chu Ming wondered, this kid has always done everything with Zhao Feng

"She met a few sisters, and she had a good conversation recently, so she went with them" Zhou Ze looked depressed.

On the way to walk, Ye Chen learned that the Inner Gate Disciple Ranking Contest is divided into ten groups, each group is about fifty people, among which one of the top ten disciples of the Inner Gate will be assigned, which is equivalent to a seeded player, and the group stage will be ten rounds, and the top three will be eligible for the next finals, competing for the top ten disciples of the Inner Gate this year, and the others will be ranked according to the number of games won.

Martial Arts Square.

A large lottery box was placed there, and next to it were two deacons of the sect who were in charge of registration.

At this time, there were already quite a few inner disciples who were drawing lots.

"Damn, it's really lucky, how did you run to the group of Ghost Sword Willow Ruthless. ”

"You are still called back, my group is the blood blade He Chongyang, except for the top ten of the inner door, who can walk a move in his hand?, there is no way, I can only abstain when I meet him. ”

Chu Ming looked puzzled and lined up at the back of the line.

After a while, it was his turn.

Reached into the lottery box and touched a thin wooden card, took it and looked at it, it read, 'Seven groups of twenty-eight, group seeded players: Shi Potian!'

Next to it, the registration staff wrote Ye Chen's name and group number.

Hmmm, Chu Ming saw this so-called seed player, and the corners of Chu Ming's mouth showed a smile worth playing

After drawing lots, the two withdrew from the crowd, and Zhou Ze asked, "How many groups are you in, and who are the seeded players?"

"Seven groups, seeded players, guess?" Chu Ming rarely bought a pass

"Shi Potian!" Zhou Ze glanced at Chu Ming and said angrily.

Chu Ming was stunned for a moment, looked at Zhou Ze and blinked.

"Just look at your expression, hmph! Count him lucky not to meet me!" Zhou Ze said indignantly.

It seems that Zhou Ze's progress is not small, but if you think about it, Zhou Ze's talent is not weak, coupled with the teaching of the three elders of the inner gate, I think that the progress will not be smaller than my own, I patted the other party's shoulder, knowing that Zhou Ze's anger has not disappeared. Chu Ming comforted, "Okay, I'll clean him up for you then." ”

"No, I'll do it myself. In case he is accidentally killed by you, then I, Zhao, who will take revenge!" Zhou Ze refused.

Chu Ming laughed dumbly when he heard this, what do you mean by being careless, and you got killed! The other party is also one of the top ten in the inner door, is it a seeded player. If this conversation is overheard, will it still be okay?

As for Wu Zongming, he is in three groups, the seed player is called Zheng Haichuan, ranked fourth among the top ten disciples of the inner sect in the last session, he cultivates both inside and outside, his defense and attack are terrifying, and his cultivation is a wave of chaos, and his true qi is majestic and mighty, which is much higher than that of martial artists of the same level, both in terms of quality and quantity.

Leaving the martial arts square, the two separated.

The night before the ranking match, Chu Ming suddenly felt a throbbing in the dantian, which made Chu Ming excited, and he seized the opportunity to break through to the eightfold spirit mirror in one fell swoop, and his true qi was more than three points stronger than before.

"Everything is ready now, just waiting for the ranking tournament to start tomorrow" Seeing that the white of fish belly had begun to appear in the sky, Chu Ming wiped the fine sweat on his head. Although there was no one all night, Chu Ming was not tired at all at this time, and the whole person was in a state of excitement.

............

Knock, knock, knock!

In the early morning, there was a melodious bell from the martial arts square, one after another, spreading out dozens of miles away.

"It's coming" Chu Ming stood up, left the small courtyard, and walked towards the Martial Arts Square.

"There are so many people!" Coming to the Martial Arts Square, Chu Ming was a little surprised. The usually incomparably wide martial arts square was densely packed with crowds at this time. It seems crowded.

At this time, in the Martial Arts Square, not only the inner disciples but also many outer disciples were desperately squeezing over, intending to have a glimpse of the grand occasion.

Chu Ming found that ten huge platforms had been erected on the Martial Arts Square at some point, each of which was covered in black, apparently made of unknown metal to reinforce the platform.

The perimeter of the platform is divided into several spectator areas for everyone to watch the game. At this time, Zhou Ze was standing in an audience area and beckoned to Chu Ming.

Chu Ming nodded slightly and walked over quickly.

Chu Ming found that Zhao Feng was still not nearby, and wanted to ask, but saw that this area was full of men, and there was another area in the distance where all women. I know it by heart.

Didn't say anything.

"Look, there is a row of seats in front of the platform, which is for the top ten disciples of the inner gate, that is, the seeded players of each group. Because they didn't participate in the previous games, they would only play when there were ten people left in each group at the end, so they were specially prepared for a seat to rest, and it was also an honor!" Speaking of this, Zhou Ze's eyes shone brightly.

Looking along where Zhou Ze pointed, Chu Ming really saw a row of seats, but it was still empty.

Suddenly, the audience burst into cheers!

"The top ten disciples of the inner gate are here!"

"The one in the middle is Senior Brother Xue Wuxi, so handsome!" said a female disciple with her eyes lit up, and she said nymphomaniac.

"The blood blade next to Senior Brother Xue, Senior Brother He, really lives up to its reputation, it makes me feel shocked when I look at it"

"And Senior Brother Liu......"

............

The atmosphere of the ten disciples of the inner gate is compelling, and basically no one dares to look at each other wherever they go, and they go straight to the front of the audience area, and the momentum is constantly released, standing on one side in the sky, not giving in to each other, and the smell of gunpowder is full.

"It's too strong, the momentum alone makes people can't resist it," said a person next to him, patting his chest.

Chu Ming didn't feel anything, he retracted his gaze, and found that Zhou Ze was still staring at the top ten disciples of the inner gate, and his fighting intent was soaring.

"Shi Potian, I heard that you were slapped in the face by a new disciple last time" As soon as he came up, He Chongyang teased.

"Hmph!" The other party ranked second, and his strength made Shi Potian quite jealous, so he had to snort coldly and stop talking.

"You deserve it!" Yuan Xuemei looked at Shi Potian coldly, and was very ashamed of what he and Jiang Shaoqing had done at the beginning.

"You ......" people have tempers, and at this moment, Shi Potian can't hold it anymore, and he wants to get angry!

"Okay, what is this for, to show others a joke?" Xue Wuxian glanced at Shi Potian and said lightly.

Xue Wuxian ranked first, he still had to give face, Shi Potian snorted coldly and turned his head.

Suddenly, a figure from the VIP seat swept onto the platform in the middle. This person's aura is strong, although he is not deliberate, but he has his own coercion, which makes Chu Ming feel a lot of pressure, it is the second elder of the inner sect of the Shuiyun Sect.

Clearing his throat, the second elder said, "This ranking tournament is the same as before, divided into ten groups to compete, each group has a seeded player, the number is zero, they will participate in the group competition in the later stage of the competition, and the previous ones will be counted as all wins.

In addition, the game is a point system, two points for winning, one point for a draw, zero points for losing, and the top three points in the group are eligible for the finals to compete for the top ten disciples of the inner door. ”

"Now, it's time for the game!"

When the words fell, the martial arts square boiled again, and the sound soared into the sky.

Glancing around with satisfaction, the second elder swept the elder seat again.

Next to the platform, the deacons have begun to draw lots.

"Group 1, number three against number nine!"

"The second group, number five against number twenty-three!"

"Third Group ,......"

Hearing this, one by one, the inner disciples stepped onto their respective group platforms and fought with their opponents.

I don't know if it's lucky or unlucky, the first game of the three groups came to Zhou Ze, his opponent is much weaker than Zhou Ze, and he is a sevenfold martial artist of the Spirit Mirror. didn't even have a sword, Zhou Ze easily knocked the other party off the platform.

A game can be finished in about one-fifth of the way, and it is rare for the two sides to have exactly the same strength, and it is difficult to tell the winner or loser.

Some groups, such as Group Three, have already started their second match.

After another while, it was Chu Ming's turn to take the stage.

"Group seven, number eight versus number twenty-eight. The referee shouted.

"It's your turn!" Zhou Ze said to Chu Ming.

"Hmm" nodded, Chu Ming stepped a little, and jumped onto the platform