Walking out of the martial arts training ground, Xuan Qing looked at the Phantom Snow Sword in his hand and smiled faintly.

This concealment method is still quite effective, and he suddenly remembered Litian's contemptuous and arrogant eyes, that kind of unbeatable look. A shallow smile curled into the corners of his mouth.

It's okay to keep Litian arrogant, at least he has to save a lot of effort.

He didn't want to care about anything that had nothing to do with the head's personal competition, as long as he ******** put his mind down to temper the dragon killing.

He had to go to the waterfall every day and work hard.

For a hundred days, it was like that.

On this day, Xuan Qing came to the curtain again, looking up at the waterfall that hung down like white silk, and vaguely, he seemed to feel the loosening of the entrance. He sensed it carefully, the true qi layer in the dantian was churning and whistling, and it was time to rush through.

He found a huge rock and sat down.

After months of enlightenment, Taihuang Jing is running more smoothly than before.

A large amount of True Qi roared, rolling and gathering around Xuanqing, and a moment later roared in from Xuanqing's Heavenly Spirit Ointment.

The true qi in the dantian was tumbling, as if it was boiling.

He slowly mobilized a trace of silk, stirred into a huge current of true qi in the dantian, circled over, like a giant dragon, and rushed towards the entrance!

Bang!

There was a loud sound, and Xuan Qing's ears roared.

It's just a little bit close!

His lips began to dry, his true qi began to rise slowly, and he once again mobilized his true qi mass to rush towards Xuan Qing!

Click!

A pleasant voice came from his body, and his body suddenly felt lighter, and his eyes suddenly opened, and his vision was clearer and more transparent than before.

His spiritual power was stronger than before, and he was able to walk three or five miles when his divine consciousness was released, and at the same time, his bones and muscles were extremely happy.

Call!

Xuan Qing exhaled a breath of turbidity, and he was secretly happy.

Ten layers of condensation!1

It's such a wonderful feeling!

The reserve of true qi is rich enough, and this time it is completely natural to rush the level, and Xuan Qing absorbed a burst of true qi again, and then slowly stood up.

He stood in front of the waterfall and looked at the huge curtain of water hanging in the air, and the sound of rushing water rang in his ears. Now that he has the cultivation of the tenth layer of condensation, his perception of speed and strength is also one layer deeper than before.

It's time to try the waterfall counterflow!

Xuanqing has reached the level of drawing a knife and cutting off the water, but if you want to completely release the second form of Jiaolong killing, it is necessary to achieve the reverse flow of the waterfall.

This waterfall against the current means faster speed, more brutal cultivation, and more fierce fighting!1

The surrounding forests are undulating.

Xuan Qing slowly pulled out the Phantom Snow Sword, a dull luster flashed, and the next moment the sword light drank the water of the waterfall and blended together.

He used his arm strength to make a ruthless move towards the waterfall!

Whew! With a sword down, a gap opened in the waterfall1

Originally, it was just a leaf wide and narrow, and then, as Xuan Qing's arm strength became more and more fierce, the gap became bigger and clearer.

Whew!

When Xuan Qing swung the one hundred and first sword, a sword light suddenly flashed in front of him, and an arc-long gap was split.

He smoothly shone out of the sword light and saw the rocks inside the water curtain!

Countercurrent!!

Xuan Qing was shocked, as long as he used some strength, he would soon be able to achieve a countercurrent!

He used his arm strength to swing fiercely towards the waterfall, and at the same time, he vigorously stirred back where the sword wind passed.

The moment the water curtain was split, a backflow was immediately formed, and Xuan Qing's sword qi gushed out wildly, pushing the disconnected waterfall upwards with all its might. The waterfall is tumbling upstream!!

Suddenly, the splash of water that had been constantly splashing down rushed upward, opening a white fan-shaped water curtain.

It's spectacular!

It all stopped flowing for a moment, and the next moment the water curtain fell, and the sound of the rushing water still resounded in my ears, and everything was back to normal.

It's finally done!!

Xuan Qing couldn't help but chuckle.

By the huge waterfall, Xuan Qing was dressed in green clothes, standing with a long body, holding the Phantom Snow Sword in his hand.

He carefully felt the sound of insects around him, listened to the melodious chirping of birds, the murmuring of mountain streams, and a few finches flew over and stood on his shoulders, as if they were also congratulating him.

Xiao Wu didn't know when he stood behind Xuan Qing, and when he saw that his master had already refined the second form of Jiaolong Killing, he couldn't help but be excited.

"Congratulations to the hosts. ”

Xiao Wu turned into a black luan, flickering his wings and hovering above Xuanqing's head, and huge bird feathers fluttered and fell in the air.

"The master can show his skills, this fourth true disciple is none other than you. ”

Listening to Xiao Wu's words, Xuan Qing smiled faintly and turned around to make a canyon.

There are only three days left before the competition time of the true disciples of the Qingyang Sect.

He was ready and just waiting for that day to come.

......

Seven days later, the day of the Qingyang Sect Dabi finally arrived.

In this competition, the Qingyang Sect wanted to accept one true disciple, and there was only one true disciple. The intensity of the competition can be seen.

In the early morning of this day, the big bell of Qingyang Sect rang ninety-nine times, that is a special sound, since the establishment of the Qingyang Sect, this sound has only sounded three times, once is the first establishment of the sect.

One time was when the Qingyang Sect was invaded by foreign enemies, and the other time was now.

Ninety-nine rings, representing the highest summoning order.

The disciples in the Qingyang Sect had already gathered, and the elders and Venerable were invited to watch in the martial arts training ground.

In the huge martial arts training ground, two nine-foot-high platforms have been built, one is called the Life Platform and the other is called the Death Platform.

The crown prince's banner of the Qingyang Sect is rolled, which is very magnificent. Surrounded by a huge viewing platform, the prince was already full, and everyone came to watch this once-in-a-century fortunate event.

Qingyang Sect also invited the rest of the seven major sects, true disciples, who will become candidates for the future sect master.

In order to pave the way for newcomers in the future, Sect Master Qinglu has spent a lot of thought on personnel arrangements.

On the viewing platform, there was a woman dressed in white, who looked a little flustered, as if she was looking for someone.

Her eyes searched.

The sun was scorching, the girl was drenched in sweat, holding a white silk handkerchief in her hand, waving it constantly, driving away the heat rising from the ground.

Qingyang Sect originally had three true traditions, namely Flying Mountain, Flying Fish, and Flying Sea.

The three of them also sat in the crowd with firm expressions. Feishan, as the chief true disciple, was allowed to sit down beside the sect leader Qing Lu.

Feishan's position has aroused the jealousy of many people, and the position of the true disciple in the sect master's mind will affect the succession of the sect master in the future.

Feiyu was dressed in red, his eyelids rolled, and he shook the fan in his hand from time to time, looking light and breezy.

Feihai was dressed as a reckless man with five big and three rough, and when he saw Feishan in front of the sect master, he suddenly became angry:

"Big brother is in front of the sect master, and I want to go too!"

He tried to stand up, but was stopped by the flying fish.

"That position is where you can stay if you want?"

Feihai was stunned, then nodded and watched with peace of mind.

Xuan Qing and the others have already been prepared, the qualified ones in the Qingyang Sect, the two hundred and three inner disciples, except for a few who have been injured recently, and now the people of the mourning family are all famous.

Among the one hundred and eighty disciples, Xuan Qing's expression was faint and he looked extraordinarily inconspicuous.

Litian stood at the top of the entire team, looking around at everyone, looking like he was determined to win.

At this point, the deacon stepped forward and said loudly:

"Qingyang Sect Wind Centennial Event, welcome heroes from all walks of life, people who participate in the competition, there are one hundred and eighty disciples, respectively, and those who win in the end will be promoted to the head of the sect and the disciples!"

"Now, the inner disciple enters!"

As soon as he spoke, he led the inner disciples from the sky and slowly walked into the martial arts training ground.

Xuan Qing stood quietly in the crowd, walking step by step, looking inconspicuous.

"Brother Qing!"

A crisp woman's voice came from her ears, Xuan Qing stood up and was very familiar, and when she turned her face, in the middle of the crowd, there was a woman in white standing who was desperately waving to her.

"I'm here!"

It's leukin.

As the spirit daughter of the Ten Thousand Yuan Sect, she came. Xuan Qing's heart suddenly rippled, and he nodded secretly at Bai Susu.

Bai Susu secretly made a thumbs up movement, and Xuan Qing saw it in his eyes and immediately smiled slightly.

He understood Bai Susu's mind and asked him to work hard.

I glanced down at the ring on my hand, it was Luo Yinghuan made by Bai Susu herself, although it was just an ornament now, but it still had a faint fragrance of falling flowers, Xuanqing sniffed it, and suddenly felt comfortable.

"Hello Sect Master!"

Jiu Li, dressed in a wide robe, strode forward, and when he passed by the disciples who participated in the competition, his eyes swept over Xuan Qing, and then he walked to the viewing platform without squinting.

The sect master stood up and personally welcomed Jiuli in.

The participants entered the center of the venue one after another.

At this time, the deacon stood up and announced to the crowd the rules of the competition:

"First, everyone who participates in the competition is only allowed to bring one weapon. Concealed weapons are not allowed to be used in the competition.

Second, if you compete on the death platform, you must not hurt your peers, and if you compete on the death platform, you will live and die. ”

The platform of life and death is a very cruel competition.

Participate in the competition of the life and death platform. All are extremely deliberate. A war is a matter of life and death