"Winter is coming, will spring be far away?"

Qingshan thought as he watched the rising sun rise from the clouds.

The cold winter has passed, the frozen snow is slowly melting, and the more terrifying cold is floating on the Feilai Peak of the Yuan Temple, but fortunately, everyone is a cultivator, and there is nothing unusual.

And the spring at the beginning of the year is the day of the four halls of the law.

This time, the venue was also in the Qinglu Palace, and the invitation, or battle post, had already been sent by a disciple of the Qinglu Hall a few days ago.

Hearing that anyone who can be accepted as a disciple by the Four Halls and Seven Peaks is the best of the entire Spirit Desolation, Qingshan actually doesn't have much confidence, because he has not been in contact with the genius disciples in the Dao Sect.

What's more, Uncle Xiang once told him that his cultivation talent was barely enough to keep up with more than half of him, so he should ask for more blessings.

Every time I think of this, the boy is a little sad.

Even the uncle's talent is not as good, so wouldn't it be miserable to enter the Holy Land Dao Sect like a cloud of geniuses?

But as soon as he thought that he would be able to go home if he got the first place, Aoyama's eyes became firm.

Ling Jianzi was full of confidence and told him to try it if it was a big deal.

Try it!

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Spring flowers are blooming, the breeze is blowing across the ground, and the flowers and plants on the roadside are also ushering in life.

The aura and oppressive atmosphere of the Sky Cliff of the Qinglu Hall have been dissipated a lot.

Today, the disciples of the Four Halls and Seven Peaks reunited at the Sky Cliff of the Qinglu Palace, but they changed greatly, and the once familiar characters gradually grew up to become the mainstays of the Four Halls and Seven Peaks, replaced by more youthful faces and expectant eyes full of hope and vitality.

The cliff remains unchanged, with towering rocks all around it, but in the middle it is a depression, like a circular Colosseum wrapped in boulders.

The only thing that is a little different from the previous one is that there is an extremely deep sword mark in the center of the Sky Cliff, from south to north, straight as one, as if someone has slashed a sword from the sky.

I heard that it was done by a strong senior brother back then.

The Four Halls Performances held every few years are a routine practice and an important event for the Taoist Sect, but this year, I don't know why the masters of the Four Halls have not participated, and the momentum in the hall is unusually quiet.

The person who is presiding over here today is not the elder of the Qinglu Palace, but the second-generation disciple of the Yanfa Palace: Mingjian.

A few years have passed, and Ming Jian's cultivation in the Divine Journey Realm has become deeper and deeper, and as he grows older, he has passed and stood up, growing a beard, and his face is handsome, and he is extraordinarily dusty.

"Within the four halls of the law, the Tao is debated and the law is discussed, and the point is up."

As the disciples of the Four Halls and Seven Peaks slowly entered, he stood in the middle of the arena and said calmly, "Start now."

The first to appear were the two young disciples of the Yanfa Hall and Xingyun Peak.

Lu Yuxu of the Yanfa Palace, Ren Yuan of Xingyunfeng.

Taoism is vertical and horizontal, and the aura is churning.

The natal magic weapons of the two were staggered in the field, making a thumping sound, and after a few breaths, the winner was divided.

The disciples of the Yanfa Hall won the competition by a narrow margin.

Although Ren Yuan, a disciple of Xingyun Peak, has a high reputation among today's disciples and has some fame, everyone did not have much surprise after the defeat.

There is still a gap between the disciples of the Four Halls, and the disciples of the Seven Peaks, which cannot be concealed, unless there is a strange fate, this gap will not change much before the Divine Journey Realm.

As the battle of several disciples passed, the venue was extremely quiet, and some of the most experienced elders even yawned.

Although the realm of this generation of disciples is not weak, and the comprehension of the Dao is already very rare at this level, it is really a drizzle when it comes to fighting, and there is not much passion.

Thinking of the extremely shocking competition a few years ago, the current disciple battle is really a bit ..... It's not enough to see.

It was only in the next moment that the faces of the elders changed suddenly, and the light in their eyes lit up.

"Next stop, the Qing Mountains of the Yuan Temple will fight against Xu Fazhi of the Qing Law Palace."

With the voice of Akimi

fell, and another teenager appeared in the field.

He carried a broken gun behind him, his face was delicate, there was some nervousness in his eyes, and his hands were straight at his legs.

Seeing these ordinary teenagers, there was a look of expectation in everyone's eyes.

An elderly man with seniority in the four halls and seven peaks was lying on a rocking chair dozing off, but at this moment, his eyes suddenly widened, he got up, and at the same time said, "Quick, quick, help the teacher up!"

The young disciples around who had just started were a little dumbfounded, and straightened the old man who was comparable to the hall master, before asking, "Master, is that the disciple of the Yuan Temple called Qingshan very powerful?"

The old man looked at the play with an interesting look, and said, "I don't know if he is powerful or not, but the disciples under the head of the sect are either strange or freaks, the Shen Yu who has been known for a long time in your mouth, ten years ago, like this young man named Qingshan, shocked the world in the four halls of the Yuan Temple, I missed it last time, this time I have to come and see."

There are three more disciples in the Yuan Temple, although the hall master did not announce the acceptance of disciples in front of the world, but being able to practice in the Yuan Temple, no matter who he is a disciple, can be regarded as his approval.

Thinking of this, everyone's eyes almost subconsciously converged on Qingshan.

Feeling this pressure, Qingshan couldn't help but become even more nervous.

Spirit Jianzi and Bean Sprouts sneaked out of a small stand.

Bean Sprouts wondered, "Why are we so sneaky?"

Ling Jianzi looked at the field and said cautiously, "Stupid, don't you see that there are too few people in our Yuan Temple, there are so many people in other territories, how much pressure will it be if the two of us go out?"

Du Ya'er nodded thoughtfully, happy, "You've been a lot smarter these days."

Ling Jianzi rolled his eyes, and began to look radiant again: "Also, if Qingshan loses, then I, the sword dao wizard of the Yuan Temple, will have to go up to support Su Mo and Senior Uncle Shen Yu on the field!"

Bean Sprouts blinked cutely, wanting to say something, but she was afraid that the spirit sword would knock her on the head, so forget it.

"You're a disciple of the Yuan Temple?"

A voice with contempt rang out in the room.

Qingshan looked up, and it was a young man with a sword with a flirtatious face who spoke, his chin was raised high, looking at Qingshan who was slightly restrained, and the look in his eyes was even more unconcealable.

The young man with the sword behind his back is called Xu Fazhi, who is extremely famous among the young disciples of this generation, and he is also the one with the best results in the summit of the Fenbao Cliff, not only the elders of the Qinglu Palace, I heard that even the hall master Xun Ju has great expectations for the young man.

"It seems that the Yuan Temple is nothing remarkable." Xu Fazhi shook his head and said disdainfully.

Hearing this, the eyes of some of the elders in the audience became a little playful.

The grievances between the Qing Law Hall and the Yuan Temple are well known in the Taoist Sect, especially when Shen Yu, a disciple of the Yuan Temple, slashed down the three people of the Qing Law Hall with a sword, in fact, the disciples of the Qing Law Hall have been holding their breath all these years.

Finally, when a new disciple came out of the Yuan Temple, he naturally wanted to find a place back.

And to prove that the disciples of the Qing Law Hall are not worse than the Yuan Temple, the new disciple of the Yuan Temple, Qingshan, and Xu Fazhi, the strongest young disciple of the Qing Law Hall of this generation, are simply a suitable thing.

In the eyes of everyone's short observation, the two want to compare, it seems that Xu Fazhi has a great upper hand, not to mention anything else, just the magic weapon behind the two is very different.

Qingshan didn't speak, Shen Yu naturally didn't tell him about the things back then, because he didn't care at all, and the rest of the people naturally wouldn't say anything, so the young man was just a little puzzled, not knowing where the other party's hostility came from,

"Come on, have a good fight with me, and let you see the methods of the Qing Law Temple." Xu Fazhi is full of confidence.

Qingshan was silent, looking at the smug gazes of the countless people around him, especially the smug gaze of the disciples of the Qinglu Palace, he shook his head and said seriously, "I'm just an ordinary disciple of the Yuan Temple, and my Dao Spear Technique is not too powerful, but even I

If you lose, it doesn't mean that the Yuan Temple is weak, you have to admit this before I fight you."

Xu Fazhi was stunned for a moment, and waved his hand disdainfully, "What a mess, I'm afraid if I don't fight, what's it."

Seeing this, Qingshan shook his head, "Unless you promise not to make a fuss about the Yuan Temple, I will compete with you, otherwise I will leave now."

"Are you sick?" Xu Fazhi asked impatiently.

Aoyama didn't hesitate at all, turned around and prepared to leave.

As for winning or losing, it didn't mean anything to Qingshan, and the purpose of his cultivation was never to win or lose, just to simply like it.

Because I like it, and yet I love it.

As for the gaze of those people, he was very uncomfortable, and he was reluctant to make a move in such a place.

Just like Uncle Xiang once said to him, there are many people in the world who don't like you or you don't like it without any reason, either directly provoke him or leave silently.

Everyone is a disciple of the Taoist Sect, and they can't pick it, so they just need to leave.

The only thing that I feel a little guilty about is that I can't live up to Senior Brother Su Mo's expectations, and I can't help but go home for the time being.

Ling Jianzi covered his face helplessly when he saw this scene, and sighed, "It's over, Senior Brother Qingshan's bullish temper has come up again."

Seeing this scene, the elders in the audience also fell silent, their faces were a little stunned, obviously unable to understand this scene.

They didn't expect this newly born Yuan Temple disciple to be like this.... Simple and stubborn, unlike Su Mo, a young man with a gentle and weird temperament, nor the appearance of killing embryos like Shen Yu once cut people without saying a word.

It's really like a very ordinary and clean teenager.

The huge gap with the imagination made everyone a little unresponsive.

"I thought that the disciples of the Yuan Temple had something powerful, but now it seems that they are all fake! After winning the competition with some intrigue and trickery, he disappeared, and as a result, the current disciples don't even have the courage to play, I think you still learn from your uncle, either leave the Taoist Sect to travel, or hide in the Taoist Sect and don't come out, and you run out and throw the face of our Taoist Sect." Xu Fa said disdainfully.

Akimi, who was in charge of presiding over the conference, frowned slightly, and at the same time his face was a little strange.

Those disciples who were fortunate enough to see the battle between the Sky Cliff and the Patriarch Hall back then all had the same expressions as Ming Jian.

However, as soon as these words came out, the four halls and seven peaks in the air, especially the disciples who had not been new to the Qinglu Hall for a few years, all let out a little rather piercing laughter.

The participants in this competition are all young disciples of the new generation, all of whom are only about fourteen or fifteen years old, and although they are familiar with the events of that year, they have not personally felt it.

Although Xu Fazhi's words were a bit insulting to his predecessors, he dared to say these words in public, and his courage was obviously extremely good, and in their opinion, these words were very interesting, so interesting things are certainly worth laughing at.

However, when words and laughter come out.

The young man who was about to leave the Sky Cliff stopped his steps, his back to the crowd and his expression was invisible, but he seemed to be thinking about something.

The time to think was not too long, because in less than a moment, Qingshan turned around again, his eyes swept over the teenagers and girls in the stands, and finally fell calmly on Xu Fazhi's face.

The air was suddenly quiet, and everyone felt an extremely oppressive feeling for some reason, like a mountain pressing on their hearts, and something seemed to jump in their chests.

And with the emergence of this depression, Mingjian's face changed, and his pupils shrank suddenly, revealing an expression of disbelief.

These pressures are naturally not pure momentum, but overwhelming and extremely pure Dao intent.

In other words, this is a Dao meaning that can only be possessed by an innate Dao body.

This kid ..... It turned out to be the second innate Dao body after Yu Wenwen!

Everyone's faces turned incredulous, and those sitting subconsciously stood up.

Xu Fazhi's face was a little pale, and he didn't know why there was a short-lived momentum in the face of the young man

When he reacted, his face was a little angry and ashamed, "Now you are willing to fight me?"

"Senior Uncle Shen Yu is already very strong, so what you say doesn't count."

"But I know that Senior Uncle Shen Yu won't take care of you, and I don't want you to continue to laugh at the Yuan Temple because of me, so I'm willing to fight you again."

"I just hope you don't say that when it's over."

Qingshan said calmly, his voice was not loud, but it was exceptionally clear, and everyone in the stands could hear it clearly.

Xu Fazhi suppressed the turmoil in his heart, and the sword behind him was unsheathed, the sword roared like a cicada, and the quality was extremely high, even if it was not much worse than the few remaining magic swords on the top of Baoya Mountain.

The Dao sword came out of its sheath and turned into a black running beast, and there were even faint roars.

Qingshan was expressionless, but slowly took the broken gun behind him in his hand.

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When the competition of the Sky Cliff was in full swing, Shen Yu also quietly left the Yuan Temple and appeared in the mountains deep in the Yuan Temple.

The Taoist sect is active and wide, in addition to the four halls, there are countless continuous green mountains in the depths, as far as the eye can see, the deep mountains and old forests, the sky is high and the ground is wide.

To get here, the Abyss Temple is the only way.

And in the towering mountains behind this abyss temple, there are hidden endless secrets of the Dao Sect for thousands of years, as well as the thunder pool in the Dao Sect.

Dao Hell.

Shen Yu stopped at the top of a large mountain deep in the Yuan Temple.

As far as the eye can see, the mountains at the feet are towering, the sea of clouds is swirling, and there is the ethereal aura of the spiritual treasure visible to the naked eye, and the heaven and earth are ethereal, turning into gusts of wind whistling, and the sky is covered with a strange gray and white all day long, and there is a muffled thunder in the air from time to time, which is actually extremely dignified and depressing.

This is the Xuanyuan Liangyi Great Array of the Dao Sect, different from the four halls outside, the spiritual energy suppression here is obviously stronger, and presumably, the spiritual pressure at the top of the Fenbao Cliff is nothing at all.

Shen Yu felt the familiar air pressure, paused for a moment, and then opened his eyes and looked deeper.

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