Walking out of Tianji Pavilion, Zhou Yang was still reminiscing about all this, intentionally planting flowers that did not bloom, and unintentionally planting willows and willows.

Originally, with the purpose of distraction, he met the apprentice test of the master of the Su side, thinking that he could gain the favor of the master by his strange ability to capture the vitality of heaven and earth with his divine sense, but he didn't know that he offended the master and was degraded to a mess.

Back in the dormitory, Fang Dazhi and the others had already settled their new accommodation. Looking at Fang Dazhi's busy figure, he didn't tell this rare friend about meeting Fang Xing.

The new residence is located in Zhengxi Street of Fengle City, a solitary compound, which is fully furnished, with a practice room and a fighting field.

Zhou Yang was very satisfied with this residence, although he had always insisted on waiting for his harvest to rent a house, but who didn't want a better cultivation environment.

The so-called wealth and fortune law, every martial arts cultivation needs strong logistical support in order to devote oneself to cultivation. Seeing this courtyard, I owe the other party Dazhi one more time, if there is a chance in the future, I should really let this big head who has no character as a child of the family be the head of the family, maybe under his leadership, the consciousness of the family will be changed.

Laughing self-deprecatingly, "Where did you think of it?" "Now I don't have enough to protect myself, so I'm just thinking about these things that can't be done here.

Because they were about to face the challenge of competition, Fang Dazhi and the others consciously let Zhou Yang stay in the room quietly, and they were busy cleaning up the room.

However, how could Zhou Yang, who was sitting in the room, calm down and prepare for tomorrow's competition, his mind was full of the naked disdain of Master Su Fang's sentence "You are far from becoming an inscription master!".

took out the inscription summary, and Zhou Yangxin looked at it casually.

Under this look, Zhou Yang couldn't raise his head anymore. I thought that this book was just an introduction to some inscriptions, and there would be no special content, but I didn't know that as soon as I opened it, I knew that the inscription review actually described the inscriptionist's introductory knowledge in detail. Anyone who might become an inscriptionist can rely on this book and practice hard to reach the entry level.

Moreover, this classic also recorded some of the most basic charms of the five elements inscriptions, which made Zhou Yang overjoyed, and he never imagined that Luo Zheng would give him this great gift.

You must know that a complete book, even the most basic, is available in the market, and if it is judged by the value of gold, it will be at least hundreds of thousands of taels, and it is worth a year's income of a moderately wealthy businessman to obtain it. If Zhou Yang really wants to pull out this fund, even if he sells him, it is impossible to collect them all. What's more, these five-element charms used for inscription are even more rare treasures.

This is a big profit, and it also owes a lot of favors.

Zhou Yang has always disliked owing favors to others, but this time he had to owe a big favor, and he hoped that he would have the opportunity to repay the kindness of Tianji Pavilion, he thought.

There was no rush to test whether it could be really inscribed, Zhou Yang just quietly wrote down these introductory knowledge, and the practical aspect was only left for later study, and he had to compete tomorrow, but he couldn't be ousted from the stage on the first day, which was not good-looking.

Early the next morning, Zhou Yang got up, played a set of basic boxing techniques in the martial arts arena, practiced a set of swordsmanship, adjusted his mentality to the best, and walked towards the square of the church. Of course, Fang Dazhi, Du Yuan and Pan Feng would cheer him on the first day, and they were more excited than Zhou Yang himself to follow him to the square.

In the northeast corner of the square, a newly erected arena stands abruptly, giving people the feeling of a lonely peak. A middle-aged deacon stood on the stage, saw Zhou Yang coming, and beckoned to him from afar, letting him, a disciple named by the old man of Qingfeng, ascend the arena and become the first champion.

A large number of people had already gathered in front of the arena, but most of them were new disciples, and most of them were martial artists of the sixth level of qi refining.

For a new thing, many people don't pay too much attention to it, and most people take a wait-and-see attitude, hoping that someone will go to the water and try out the depth before entering in person. There are not a few people who come with this purpose, so Zhou Yang has been on stage for a long time, and no one has challenged, making the scene very deserted.

Just when everyone was waiting impatiently, a young man with thick eyebrows and broad eyes stepped onto the arena and said in a loud voice: "Zhao Hui, please advise senior brother." ”

Someone finally came to take on the challenge. The middle-aged deacon wiped the sweat from his forehead, someone on it personally arranged a competition in the form of a competitive champion, what did he say to improve the actual combat ability of the Templar disciples, he still didn't think so, but he was named as a referee here, and he had to protect the safety of the competition disciples, which made him, a deacon of the ninth level of qi refining, a little dissatisfied.

However, he did not dare to disobey the orders from above, so he had to make up for it. When he saw the deserted scene just now, he thought that he could hastily collect the troops and go back to escape this errand, but he didn't expect that there would really be a long-sighted competition.

It's also mainly because the contribution value of this temple is too attractive, and 1 point can only be obtained by completing the task.

Zhou Yang looked at the young man named Zhao Hui in front of him, and looked at it with the method of looking at qi, and his qi and blood entered his intestines, refining the strength of the sixth layer of qi. This person is holding a long sword, his body is light and agile, the sword style must be very fast, his qi and blood are tumbling like a tide, and the power of swordsmanship is not weak.

With just one glance, Zhou Yang made a preliminary observation of the opponent's strength and fighting style. Now, with his strength, he doesn't have to worry too much about opponents of the same level, and he can end the battle quickly. However, he will not forget the real reason why he agreed to allow Old Man Qingfeng to come to the arena and become the champion.

After the spiritual eye was first formed, Zhou Yang found that the spiritual eye could copy the opponent's combat skills, and he could also abandon the disadvantages of being obscure and even out of shape because the classics were obscure, so he needed to improve his own way and accumulate his combat experience in various battles, so he would not let go of any opportunity to learn.

After a brief introduction of the rules and mutual salutes, Zhou Yang and Zhao Hui officially started the first main match of the competitive competition under the announcement of the middle-aged deacon.

Just as Zhou Yang inferred, Zhao Hui unfolded his body as soon as he came up, and he quickly distanced himself from Zhou Yang on the arena.

In the previous battle between Zhou Yang and Kong Xing, most of the Templar disciples knew that his explosive power and crazy energy made some people who did not have special resistance dare not fight him head-to-head.

Looking at Zhao Hui's constantly moving figure, Zhou Yang smiled slightly, only to see him snort softly.

Thunderstep!

Zhou Yang moved like a fly, flying faster than Zhao Hui, and in the blink of an eye, he forced Zhao Hui into a corner.

"It turns out that not only are you extremely powerful, but your true yuan is extremely powerful, and your speed is also so fast. However, I don't admit defeat easily, come on, Jiuyang Shining Sun Sword!"

Zhao Hui was forced by Zhou Yang to retreat, and the long sword in his hand swung with a burst of sword flowers, spinning rapidly. And with the rotation of the long sword, a strong light comparable to the scorching sun shone on the arena, and Zhou Yang was so stimulated that he couldn't open his eyes under this strong light