The Qingyun Sect Sect Contest held once every five years is not only a grand event of the Qingyun Sect, but also a major event in the entire cultivation world!

Not only would the hundreds of sect heads attached to the Qingyun Sect participate in the ceremony, but the other eight holy places would send people to watch the ceremony.

The scenery is immeasurable, the fame is immeasurable!

It is also an opportunity for countless Tianjiao who want to join this ancient sect that has been inherited for thousands of years to show themselves!

Obviously, there is still a month to go, and the struggle between the outer gates will start from now on.

There are hundreds of thousands of outer disciples of the Qingyun Sect, and they are all Tianjiao who have rushed over from all over the country to ask for immortals.

Outer disciples cannot be more than eighteen years old, and those who are over eighteen years old will be sent home.

So before the age of eighteen, you will either join the Qingyun Sect, or you will go back to your hometown to get married.

But finally came all the way and went home like this, how could he be willing? Not to mention that these disciples who can enter the outer gate are already outstanding people everywhere!

Therefore, all the outer disciples were full of energy, and they didn't dare to relax for a moment, for fear that the senior brothers around them would surpass them.

The outer gate of the Qingyun Sect is the real most involuted place.

And at a mountainside in the outer gate of the Qingyun Sect, a shirtless young man with bronzed skin was carrying a huge log, climbing towards the top of the mountain step by step.

The young man's face is resolute, his eyebrows are delicate, he was born with a stubborn appearance, and what is even more shocking is that there is a huge scar on the young man's chest, which squirms like a centipede with the young man's movements

The muscles on his body were wet with sweat over and over again, but all he could see was the last step at the top of the mountain.

The boy walked very steadily, leaving a shallow footprint on the bluestone with each step, and the log on his shoulder seemed to weigh as much as ten thousand pounds.

Finally, the boy carried the log to the top of the mountain, but without resting, he turned around and carried the log down the mountain again.

Before he left, a figure stood in front of the young man.

"Senior Brother Xiao, there is still a month before the sect competition, it is not a way for you to exercise your physique like this after all, you can't even do it now, there will be no results, it is better to go back and try to induce qi into the body while you still have kung fu!" A young man in a gray robe kindly opened his mouth to persuade.

The young man's name is Xiao Feng, and he carries 100,000 catties of iron and gold wood to and from the mountain road every day, which has become a beautiful scenery in the outer gate.

At first, when he started to climb the mountain with a log on his shoulder, it attracted the attention of many people.

Some say he's using this method to attract attention.

Some people say that he is a waste who can't even reach the Qi training period.

Some say he just wants to live here.

When he carried more than 100,000 pounds of iron, gold and wood, it was five years,

From faltering to now walking like flying.

All voices of doubt are gone.

All that remains is admiration.

Even if it's acting, even if it's talented.

The perseverance of carrying gold and iron wood to climb the mountain without a day of rest, rain or shine, made everyone speechless.

Many people have respect for those who persevere.

But the young man still turned a deaf ear, and silently climbed his own mountain every day carrying iron and gold wood.

"Senior Brother Xiao, the registration for the outer door competition has begun, come down the mountain with me!" The young man next to him saw that Xiao Feng was still ready to continue climbing the mountain, and immediately spoke.

Xiao Feng paused and said in a low voice: "Senior Brother Zhao will go first, and I will go in a while!" ”

The young man who was called Senior Brother Zhao by Xiao Feng sighed, turned around and ran towards the bottom of the mountain.

The top ten in the outer gate competition will enter the sect competition of the Qingyun Sect, and if you can get the favor of any peak master, then you can officially enter the inner gate!

Xiao Feng carried the iron gold wood, and a trace of resoluteness flashed in his eyes: "The roots and bones were taken away, the dantian was abolished, the parents were killed, the brothers turned against each other, they were humiliated by the fiancée who lived together since childhood, and they were laughed at by the people of the family, one day, I, Xiao Feng, will take back everything that belongs to me!" ”

"Huh... Ahh

Ouyang, who didn't wake up with a look on his face, looked at the bustling outer disciples below, and felt a little dizzy, every time the outer door competed, the sect would let Yifeng be in charge of supervision.

This time it was the turn of the small mountain, and the three rebels on the mountain had no interest in pecking each other during the foundation building period of the outer gate, and Hu Tutu wanted to follow him.

But after all, it is about the face of the inner disciples, and it is more formal, so Ouyang did not bring Hu Tu over and came to be a mascot alone.

The middle-aged man with a smile on his face next to him is the senior brother in charge of the outer gate.

Don't look at him smiling in front of Ouyang, but among the outer disciples, he is a great villain with the title of Iron Mask Tiger.

Senior Brother Steward is responsible for the monthly distribution of resources for the outer disciples, and the distribution of resources is based on the contribution value of the disciples to the sect.

Without resources, the progress of cultivation will be extremely slow, so holding the right to distribute the resources of the outer disciples can be said to be holding half of the power of life and death of the outer disciples.

And now he nodded to Ouyang, not to Ouyang himself, but to the Qingyun Sect that Ouyang represented.

"Old Sun, don't worry, I'm just here to make soy sauce, and I don't interfere in your affairs, and the outer door competition still depends on you." Ouyang looked like he hadn't woken up, looked at the middle-aged man who was nodding to himself, and said lazily.

"Where is it, where is it, Senior Brother Ouyang will take care of it!" The middle-aged man looked at Ouyang with a smile on his face and said respectfully.

Ouyang and Lao Sun pretended to be polite, and once again set their eyes on the bustling outer disciples below.

Countless densely packed panels, Ouyang was dazzled when he saw it, but after looking at it for so long, he didn't find any good seedlings.

The only few are good, even inferior to Lao Ling of the Qingyun Sect.

Just as Ouyang was about to find a place to sleep in the cage, he was suddenly attracted by a huge log.

A shirtless boy carried a huge log and walked towards the registration office at the outer door.

A panel lit up in front of Ouyang:

Name: Xiao Feng (The Emperor's Posture)

Cultivation: comparable to building a foundation

Root bone: 0

Charm: 8

Lucky: 8

Forging qualification: 11

Exclusive Skill: Unyielding Will

Evaluation: The tragic male protagonist at the beginning of the classic waste wood flow!

"Root bone 0? How is this done? Even if it is as bad as himself, he has a root bone 1. Ouyang looked at the system's evaluation and couldn't help but be interested in the young man in front of him.

Why is it a waste wood flow actor? Is it because his surname is Xiao?

Isn't this emperor's posture a bit of a spoof?

And this forging qualification has also broken through 10?

Just as he was wondering if it was another son of the plane, suddenly the young man's roar sounded:

"Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, don't bully young people to be poor!"

Ouyang's eyes narrowed, and his heart was certain.

If you can say this, there is no doubt that the young man is a son of the plane!