There were only three days left for the Xuanjian Sect's outer sect Dabi, and the atmosphere of the outer sect disciples had become a little solemn. Some geniuses who had been cultivating for months and had not been seen for months also appeared one after another, and everyone was full of fighting spirit, full of confidence in the great competition of the outer door.

Especially this time, the Outer Gate Contest has been valued by the high-level of the Xuanjian Sect, and the top ten will be given extremely rich rewards. And not long ago, the sect once again released a rumor, this time the reward of the big competition has been changed, and the top three can enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to select high-level exercises, which makes many people eager to try.

However, Murong Zhen had already reached the ninth stage of battle qi half a month ago, and his strength was terrifying, maybe he was the number one in this outer gate.

At the top of Yanwu Peak, a group of more than 1,000 outer disciples are exercising some superficial martial arts on the huge school field, which is just a simple boxing method to strengthen the body, and those children of the family who have family funding and are born to enjoy more resources than others are a little absent-minded when they practice.

What's more, he won't even come to the school field this morning, but the Xuanjian Sect has never forced this, and whether to come or not is completely voluntary.

Of course, I came to this school more to listen to the inner disciples explain some key points of cultivation and their own spiritual experience.

After about three incense sticks, many outer disciples ended this morning's exercise under the shouting of the inner disciple standing on the high platform. Immediately, a group of people quietly listened to the inner disciple's teachings and taught their own cultivation principles.

"The so-called fighting spirit is the cornerstone of cultivation, and according to each person's aptitude or external assistance, this cornerstone will also be different, whether the foundation is high or low, and it will also have an absolute impact on future achievements. The white-clothed inner disciple paused, swept his gaze to the outer disciple in front of him, and said coldly: "I don't deny that there is diligence in this world that can make up for shortcomings, but in cultivation, talent is the first priority, and the second is to look at your family and see how many resources you can win for yourself, because cultivation is never a one-person battle! Don't think that hard work can be rewarded enough, that's a dream!" The reality is cruel, you don't have enough talent, you have to desperately get the cultivation resources from this shijie, and get enough resources to be ahead of others! Genius plus resources is the most haode interpretation of the path of cultivation!"

"Speaking of which, I know that some of you may be unconvinced, thinking that I am only a little bit better than you, and that I have no right to make a big fuss. But I want to tell you, the battle qi and the gang qi are the difference between the cornerstone and the blade, you are still laying the foundation, and I can already draw my sword and kill people, and enter the gate of the Liliang Palace!"

As he spoke, the white-clothed inner disciple instructed the two outer disciples to bring up a bronze figure of practicing martial arts, "Today is my shift, and I won't tell you useless truths, so I will use the real liliang to tell you what is called the Gang Qi Realm." ”

After speaking, he set his eyes on the bronze man's body, and when those outer disciples held their breath to watch this scene, he just slapped his palm at the bronze man lightly, and the aura that exuded a pale golden light instantly wrapped the bronze man, crushing this bronze man who had been kicked and beaten by countless outer disciples all year round and still unscathed!

It's just the power of a palm, and it's terrifying!

In the crowd, there was a gasping sound!

The white-clothed inner disciples enjoyed the fearful or adoring gazes of those outer disciples very much, and said arrogantly: "Three days later, it will be the outer door competition, if any of you have achieved good results in the top three and have been cultivated by the resources of the sect, you may be able to reach the same height as me in your lifetime, but now you don't need to think so much, just disperse!" After speaking, he turned around and left.

On the school ground, many outer disciples scattered with a bang, and they began to discuss in groups.

"It's just that Gangqi Sandan dares to be so arrogant, that is, he is just a short-sighted guy. Yun Ao glanced disdainfully at the high platform and said disdainfully.

Murong Zhen squinted, grinded his fingers, looked at the Yanwu bronze man who turned into a pile of scraps on the high platform, and said with a light smile: "This senior brother seems to be a member of the Southern Wilderness Lin family, if I remember correctly, in the same class as us, there is a Lin family named Lin Feng, and his strength seems to be good." ”

Yun Ao nodded, "There is such a person, who is very close to Tangtai Yan, and it seems that he has recently reached the eighth stage of battle qi." ”

"Lantai Yan?" Murong Zhen smiled, "I heard that he is the most outstanding person in the Tantai family and our generation, and we have met a few times, but it was not a pleasant meeting. ”

"His Tantai family only has shili in the Southern Wilderness, but the Southern Wilderness is not all of this shijie. Yun Ao sneered: "What our family is plotting is the rich northern land and the mysterious eastern capital, not this small southern wilderness. ”

"This kind of words, I still have to say less in the future, the Xuanjian Sect is not just our jumping platform, its importance, you don't have to understand it yet. Let's become an inner disciple first and find out about the situation in the black prison. Murong Zhen patted Yun Ao's shoulder casually and walked away from the schoolyard.

Yun Ao raised his head, looked at his back as he was getting farther away, there was a hint of jealousy and coldness in his eyes, and said in a low voice: "Murong Zhen, you won't be arrogant for long!"

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After Bai Yang returned to Xuanjian Sect and changed his clothes, the first thing he did was to go to the back kitchen to find Uncle Liu.

But Uncle Liu was not busy in the back kitchen as usual.

Moreover, seeing his appearance, many handymen in the back kitchen were full of strange expressions, and even a few people made an evasive expression.

This made Bai Yang's heart rise a little unpleasant.

He found a handyman he once knew and asked, "Where is Uncle Liu?"

The handyman's face was ugly, and he whispered, "I don't know!", and hurriedly avoided Bai Yang like a plague god.

Bai Yang's face suddenly sank, and he strode out of the back kitchen and rushed towards Uncle Liu's residence.

When he left, the miscellaneous servants all had a somewhat frightened expression.

Liu Guan...... Uncle Liu offended Elder Zhao, and now he can't protect himself, and Elder Zhao's nephew Steward Zhao also said that he must teach Bai Yang a lesson, I think he is more than lucky this time. ”

"Yes, Liu is in charge of him...... Hey, let's not talk about it, let's work, we little people, just want not to harm the pond fish. ”

A group of handymen shook their heads one after another, their faces full of helplessness.

When Bai Yang arrived at Uncle Liu's residence, he found that Uncle Liu was wearing a shabby cloth coat, with a big burden on his shoulders, and was limping out of the house with some difficulty.

And his left leg has been broken, and he can only gently borrow strength on the ground at this time, and every time he lands, Uncle Liu will have an unbearable expression of pain on his face.

Seeing this scene, Bai Yang hurriedly ran forward to support him.

Uncle Liu didn't seem to expect Bai Yang to appear suddenly, his expression was slightly stunned, and then he patted him on the shoulder with some excitement, looked up and down and said with relief: "Good boy, I haven't seen you for a month, it's changed so much, look at this strong physique!"

"Uncle, what's the matter with your legs?"

Bai Yang looked at Uncle Liu's severed left leg, his eyes turned red all of a sudden, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Who did it!? Could it be Murong Zhen!?"

Uncle Liu waved his hand and said with a smile: "My old bones, my legs and feet have long been inflexible, and it is no different if it is broken than if it is not broken." It's you, where you've been this month, and I'm worried. ”

When Bai Yang heard this, he couldn't hold back the sourness that swelled up in his nose, and told Uncle Liu about his experience in the past month.

Uncle Liu listened with great energy, Lao Huai wiped his tears with great relief, and patted Bai Yang's head: "Old man, old man, look at your current height, you are already taller than me." Haha, it's a pity that my old man won't be able to see you get ahead that day. ”

Bai Yang shook his head and said firmly: "Uncle, in the past half a year in the Xuanjian Sect, only you really care about me, since I have the ability now, there is absolutely no reason to ignore you, tell me, who harmed you, I will definitely seek justice for you!"

"It's useless, you can't stand up to that person. Uncle Liu sighed, "As long as you have this heart, I will be very satisfied, old man." But you have to remember, don't think about going head-to-head with those people, and although Murong Zhen is young, he knows how to take advantage of the situation. He is very right, cultivation is not a one-person battle, your top priority now is to cultivate well, and only when you have a foothold in the Xuanjian Sect can you protect yourself. ”

"Is it really Murong Zhen!?" Bai Yang clenched his fists in anger, trembling all over.

Uncle Liu patted him and said with a smile: "I'm also old, and this Xuanjian Sect shouldn't have my place for a long time." Fortunately, Elder Wan is kind-hearted and saved my life, so that I can go back to my hometown to farm and retire, otherwise I will ......" Speaking of this, Uncle Liu waved his hand, "Don't talk about this, I can see you kid before leaving, I can also count it as a matter of heart, just right, you come to see me, send me off in this Xuanjian Sect." ”

As he spoke, Uncle Liu stuffed the burden into Bai Yang's hand, with a smile on his face, and walked side by side with him.

Bai Yang carried Uncle Liu's burden that was not heavy, but it was as heavy as carrying a mountain, and his chest seemed to be choked with something, which was very uncomfortable.

Uncle Liu suddenly limped to the front, talking about the grass and trees in the yard that he had taken care of with his own hands.

Bai Yang listened quietly, listening to Uncle Liu talk about when he came to the Xuanjian Sect when he was a child, because he had no talent for cultivation, he worked as a handyman in the back kitchen, and he didn't think that this would be a lifetime, and when he was old, he finally became a kitchen steward, but because he insisted on his duty to protect the interests of those poor people in the back kitchen, he was framed for greedy for money from the Mo Sect, and broke a leg and drove out of the sect.

As he spoke, Uncle Liu's voice was a little hoarse, and he slowly closed his mouth.

Bai Yang heard it in his ears, his anger was in his heart, and his hand holding Uncle Liu was trembling slightly.

Seeing this, Uncle Liu shook his head lightly and said, "Anger is not a haode emotion, it will devour you. You have to learn to restrain yourself, know how to endure and hibernate. ”

Just as he was talking, the two had already walked to the gate of the Xuanjian Sect, Uncle Liu stopped, took his burden from Bai Yang's hand, looked at the stone steps that went straight to the bottom of the mountain with no end in sight, and suddenly the old man burst into tears and muttered: "When I climbed the mountain from here more than fifty years ago, everything here was like this, and I didn't expect that when I went down the mountain today, it still hadn't changed." The young man is old, and the green mountains are also white!"

Uncle Liu waved his hand without looking back, signaling that Bai Yang didn't have to send him off, and then said in a low voice: "Living in the world is a struggle, you have to remember that the road of cultivation is full of dangers, but the struggle between people's hearts is more dangerous than cultivation." ”

After that, Uncle Liu leaned over, limped on the stone steps, and slowly descended the mountain.

Until Uncle Liu's figure disappeared from the field of vision, Bai Yang still stood in place and did not move.

After a long time, his clenched fists suddenly released, but the nail marks left by too much force in his palms betrayed his anger.

"Murong Zhen!"

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