Mu Yu lay comfortably on the bed, the accommodation provided by the Green Pine Sect to the guests was spacious and bright, much better than Mu Yu's broken nest in the Falling Dust Pie.

Cheng Yan made a pot of tea, poured it for the master, and then poured himself a cup as well, he looked up and asked, "Do you want to taste the tea of the green pine pie, Mu Yu?"

"I don't want anything so unpleasant. ”

Mu Yu sneered, he didn't understand what was so good about tea. The tea was like mouthwash in his mouth, and he went down after two grunts, except for the bitter taste, it was better than the soup made by Uncle An, and he couldn't think of why he wanted to drink tea.

"Tasting tea can make people calm. The way of tea has a long history, implying that bitterness comes sweetly. Tea tasting is not about its taste, but about its heart, and the heart is mellow. Feng Haochen smiled slightly, thinking that it seemed too early to talk to a young man with an immature mind.

Mu Yu touched his head: "It's too esoteric, it's not suitable for me." ”

Chengyan shook his head helplessly and sat down in front of the master. Mu Yu remembered about tomorrow's competition, and no one from the Falling Dust Sect came to participate in this competition every year, but he thought that since he had come, he was also a little curious, so he asked, "Master, can I participate in tomorrow's competition?"

"If you want to go, it's okay, it's okay to have a long experience. Feng Haochen nodded.

"Great, Master, how can they compare the law?文斗?武斗?civilian-martial arts?" Mu Yu rubbed his hands, usually with the master for a long time, he felt that he was also a very literary teenager, full of love for life, and occasionally could chant a poem or two "The sunset is infinitely good, and the birds are heard everywhere".

"Tell him!"

Cheng Yan responded, and then said: "You can participate if you want to, the rules are very simple, there are twenty sects, and each sect will send one person to compete with the other nineteen sects, and compete in a loop." Seven people are allowed to participate in a sect, and one of these seven people is selected for each competition, which means that these seven people have to play a total of nineteen games, and they are ranked according to the number of games they won. ”

"Senior brother, will you come with me? We can set up a 'Chengmu Yanyu' group, maybe the first place will be ours. Mu Yu asked eagerly.

Cheng Yan smiled dumbly, and then shook his head: "For the sake of fairness, the participants are all young disciples, no more than twenty-five years old, and their cultivation is limited to the foundation building period. Although now I have hidden the cultivation for them and have not found out, as long as I make a move, I basically can't hide it from the other elders of the Jindan period, and if you want to participate, you will have to fight nineteen battles with nineteen sects alone. There are seven people in the other sects that can be rotated, so you can only keep going. ”

Mu Yu's smile froze, and after a while he said depressedly, "I really should have called Ling'er and Xiang Nan too." ”

"You don't need to win anyway, you can pick a few factions to fight, and the others will just abstain. Admitting to say indifferently.

"Then what is the level of cultivation of the twenty-five-year-old disciples of the other sects?" Mu Yu thought that he could pick a few soft bones and beat them, so that he could save a little more effort.

Cheng Yan thought for a while and said: "Generally speaking, it is no problem for a talented disciple like the Qingsong Sect to have two or three reach the Foundation Building Nine Heavens at the age of twenty-five, the first few sects must have disciples of the Foundation Building Nine Heavens, and the latter few are relatively weaker, cultivating to five or six heavens, and even those who have just entered the foundation building period, and it is not impossible for those who have just entered the foundation building period. Like those of the Qiantian Sect, one of those four people was a Qi Cultivator Nine Heavens. ”

"Senior brother, are you twenty years old today?" Mu Yu suddenly glared at Chengyan.

Admittedly shrugged his shoulders noncommittally. Mu Yu rolled his eyes, he didn't think anything in the sect before, even if the senior brother reached the Jindan stage before the age of twenty, it seemed to be a matter of course, but this matter was too abnormal in the cultivation realm, at the age of twenty Jindan stage, where would anyone believe it? He thought that Xiangnan was only seventeen years old, and he had already built the foundation of the Nine Heavens, and Ling'er was sixteen years old, and he was also the foundation of the Nine Heavens, and it was not quite right to go out.

"Senior brother, are you cultivating to catch up with Uncle An?" Mu Yu asked curiously. Chengyan never said anything about his cultivation, and he didn't know the real cultivation of Uncle An and Master, only that the three of them were all in the Jindan stage.

Chengyan smiled: "You have to come on, Xiang Nan and Ling'er are about to break through to the Jindan period, and you will be left behind then." ”

"Why are you sending me one? Are the six of us going to summon the Divine Dragon after we reach the Golden Pill Stage? Isn't that one still missing? ”

Mu Yu remembered the story that the village chief told him when he was a child, the Seven Swords Calling the Divine Dragon, and the Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea, he is now only a cultivator of the Four Heavens, and he may just be more powerful than those two troublemakers. Then he thought that if he added the mysterious second senior brother, it would be exactly seven.

"When you meet the Qiantian faction, just abstain, Boyang Daoist is a good person, he also helped me once a few years ago, we don't care if we win or lose, people care. Feng Haochen said.

Mu Yu nodded, and he didn't have a problem with that. The qualifications of the disciples of the Qiantian Sect are not as good as those of other sects, and the disciples they receive every year are not satisfactory, and winning them by themselves will only make things worse for them. They only brought four people this time, and one of them was still in the Qi training period, which is not very optimistic. Since Master has said so, then there is nothing to worry about.

When it comes to competing with other people in the foundation building period, he has only met a few so far. However, three months ago, when he was still building the foundation of the Triple Heaven, he almost killed Li Yuan of the Ninth Heaven of the Foundation by relying on a strange state, he had always been curious about why he was out of control, he didn't tell anyone, including Master, he didn't like that state, and he didn't want to enter that state again.

It was still early, and when he came to this heroic sect, he had to at least take a stroll, and Mu Yu ran out happily after obtaining the master's permission. In front of the courtyard is a small forest, and further on it seems to be where the disciples of the Qingsong Sect live, Mu Yu didn't want to go there, he turned to the side, remembering that when he came back just now, there was a chic red tower, I don't know what it was for.

The tower is ancient and elegant, exudes a simple atmosphere, people can't help but be solemn, there is a plaque on the tower, which is engraved with three gold-inlaid characters of "Library Pavilion". Mu Yu didn't know what the library pavilion meant, and he couldn't read books in this sect? When he wanted to go forward, he was stopped by two disciples of the Qingsong Sect.

"This is a forbidden place for the Green Pine Sect, and outsiders are not allowed to enter. The disciple of the Qingsong Sect said domineeringly, he felt Mu Yu's cultivation during the Qi cultivation period, and his eyes showed a trace of disdain, obviously looking down on Mu Yu. In fact, it is inevitable that the disciples of the Qingsong sect have a sense of superiority over other sects.

Mu Yu pursed his lips and walked back, muttering as he walked: "What is there to hide books, do you want to hide little yellow books?

Mu Yu didn't know that this library pavilion was the location of the Qingsong Sect's cultivation of true exercises, and only the disciples of the Qingsong Sect could read it, in fact, each sect had more or less similar places, maybe except for the shabby Dust Sect, it was understandable that he didn't know the meaning of the Library Pavilion.

While Mu Yu was kicking the stone, thinking about where else to go, he suddenly saw a young man sitting on a stone chair under the tree, holding a cloth in his hand, gently wiping the iron sword in his hand.

This person Mu Yu naturally knew that the disciple of the Qiantian Sect, the guy who carried the magic weapon on his back and did not put it in the Qiankun bag, Mu Yu was a little curious about him. He looked very indifferent, just now the Boyang Daoist instructed his disciples to follow the confession when they went out, and everyone answered, but he was indifferent.

"Hello, my name is Mu Yu. Mu Yu sat across from him, across a stone table, looking at the sword in his hand. It was just an ordinary iron sword, black, with a wide back, and it looked heavy.

"Dry Heaven Sect, Lonely Heaven. The young man glanced up at Mu Yu, recognized Mu Yu, and didn't show any emotion, just replied lightly.

's indifferent personality reminded Mu Yu of Uncle An's paralyzed face, and I don't know if this young man is also paralyzed. Mu Yu continued to ask, "Why don't you put away this magic weapon and carry it on your back?"

"It's not a magic weapon, it's just an ordinary sword. Gu Yitian was still wiping his sword.

Mu Yu blinked, whether it was a flying sword or other magic weapons, the cultivators were made of precious materials, where would ordinary iron swords be favored by cultivators?

"Then how did you fly?" Mu Yu couldn't help but ask.

Gu Yitian didn't answer Mu Yu directly, but suddenly asked, "The one named Chengyan, will he come to participate in the competition tomorrow?"

Mu Yu was stunned for a moment, why did he suddenly get involved with his senior brother?

"What are you doing, do you want to practice with him?" Mu Yu said with a secret smile, where is the cultivation of the confession that this young man can compare.

"I just think he's strong and I want to challenge him. Gu Yitian wrapped the sword slowly with a cloth.

Mu Yu spread his hands: "Then I'm afraid you won't be able to get your way, it doesn't matter if our sect compares and tests, so he doesn't plan to participate, but I will participate, maybe we can learn from each other." ”

Gu Yitian looked at Mu Yu: "My target is not you, but those disciples with good talents, we are all gray disciples, there is nothing to learn from." ”

In the end, the qualifications of the disciples of the sect at the bottom were not good, and the number of Boyang Dao people was not enough when he recruited disciples in that year, so he also picked out his gray disciple, and he thought that the last disciple of the Falling Dust Sect would definitely be worse than them.

Mu Yu was surprised: "Are you also a gray disciple? You were also chosen, it was too much, why didn't anyone look down on me in the first place? I don't look ugly!"

After saying this, he found that he regretted it a little, if it wasn't for the fact that no one looked down on him in the first place, where would he have met Master? He has always been grateful to his Master. He hurriedly snorted and cut off the thought just now.

Gu Yitian was puzzled: "Why are you here?"

"Just kidding, I think your cultivation is not bad, are you really a gray disciple?" Mu Yu asked. It is very difficult for gray disciples to achieve any results in cultivation, otherwise Deacon Xun will not be called by disciples of other sects for the rest of his life.

Gu Yitian said lightly: "Talent doesn't mean anything, have you ever heard of physical cultivation?"

Mu Yu's eyes widened, Master had told him that some people in the cultivation world would choose physical cultivation because of their poor qualifications. Physical cultivation is a very painful process, because they have to allow their bodies to constantly break through their limits and be reborn out of the cocoon of suffering. Physical cultivation is not a great perseverance person can't try, they are very ruthless to themselves, and every time they cultivate, they will be scarred. They are not like normal cultivators, who can use their spiritual power to fight with others, they rely on a strong physical body for everything, and when the physical body is cultivated to an incredible level, their body will take a qualitative leap, and their strength will not be inferior to other cultivators. With their strong physique, the power they create can be impressive.

Many people in the cultivation world will try to take the path of physical cultivation, but many people have given up, and the process of life is worse than death makes it difficult for people to persevere, and those who can persist may not be able to succeed, this path is too difficult.

"Are you a physical cultivator?" asked Mu Yu.

Gu Yitian put the sword on the stone table, the stone table suddenly tilted, he gently supported his hand, and stabilized the stone table: "This sword weighs five hundred catties, I naturally have to carry it on my body, I lack spiritual power, and I don't have anything in my sleeve." ”

Mu Yu opened his mouth, he didn't know what to say, he admired the people of physical cultivation very much, but it was difficult for physical cultivation to succeed, they wanted to cultivate, congenital conditions were defective, and they could only embark on this path. This lonely heaven must be a strong-willed person, otherwise he would not choose to cultivate.

"I'm very curious about your senior brother, he is not much older than me, and his cultivation looks very unusual, I have the opportunity to ask him for advice. ”

Gu Yitian picked up the sword, then stood up and turned to leave.

Mu Yu was looking forward to tomorrow's competition, and he wanted to see the strength of physical cultivation with his own eyes.