The next day, the weather was very clear. Everyone had already gathered early in the place where the usual disciples of the Qingsong Sect practiced swords, this was a huge training ground, and five rings had been set up at this moment, one in the south, one in the southeast, one in the northwest, and one in the middle. The ring is round, enough for everyone to let go of their hands and feet to fight. Winning or losing is judged by the boundaries of the ring, and whoever falls out of the ring loses.

Each sect has its own resting spot, which is a makeshift canopy that is distributed around the ring. In the Green Pine School, even the makeshift awnings were extremely luxurious and extravagant, and the awnings were made of fine silk and were very precious.

The Green Pine Party treats all sects equally, and all the canopies are of the same size, enough for a dozen or so people to rest together. Because of this, the three people of the Falling Dust Sect sat under their own canopies, which seemed very spacious, and of course, compared to the number of people in other sects, it seemed too deserted here.

"Brother Feng Dao, are you going to participate in the competition this year?"

The Qiantian faction was next to them, and they were also small in number, not much better than the Falling Dust faction. Boyang Daoren's gaze swept over Chengyan and Mu Yu, and finally stayed on Chengyan for a moment.

In the past, no one from the Falling Dust Sect participated, so the Falling Dust Sect has always been ranked at the bottom, and their Dry Heaven Sect will be the second-to-last. Now Feng Haochen has brought two disciples, one of whom still has such a condensed breath, and he knows that his cultivation is extraordinary when he looks calm.

Boyang Daoist is different from other sects, he vaguely knows the true strength of the Falling Dust Sect. If you admit to participating, it will have a great impact on them. Boyang Daoren looked at a few disciples under his door, and then stayed on Gu Yitian, obviously Gu Yitian was his most optimistic disciple this year, and he was also a dark horse who wanted to get rid of the second thousand-year-old child.

"We don't care about this ranking, it's just that Mu Yu, a stubborn man, wants to see the world, so he goes alone. Feng Haochen knew what Boyang Dao people were worried about, smiled slightly, and explained his words.

"Chengyan's nephew didn't participate, that would be a blessing for us Dry Heaven Sect. ”

Boyang Daoren breathed a sigh of relief, he was real, and there was no hypocrisy, which made Mu Yu even more fond of him. In the eyes of Boyang Daoren, Cheng Yan did not participate in the competition, and with Mu Yu's cultivation in the Qi training period, he was indeed here to accumulate experience, so there was no need to worry, the disciples in the Qi training period had no room to fight back when they encountered the foundation building period.

Boyang Dao people only brought four people is also a helpless move, there are not many qualified disciples, before the age of twenty-five to reach the foundation building period, their sect is only three, in order to make up the number also brought a Qi cultivation Nine Heavens, other disciples who have reached the foundation building period have already exceeded the age, thinking about it is also a sad thing.

Qingsong Daoren was already standing in the ring, and as soon as he appeared, it was like a bright light, and he naturally attracted everyone's attention to him without speaking. Everyone consciously quieted down, stopped whispering, and waited for him to speak.

Qingsong Daoren is a giant in the cultivation realm, he is born with a leadership style, and he is also deeply popular. He said aloud: "Everyone, the annual school competition is about to begin. Presumably, everyone's mood is not ordinary at this moment, the competition is related to the honor of the sect, and everyone hopes that they will win glory for the sect, win the competition, and achieve more victories. ”

He paused and looked around, many of the young disciples were in high spirits and eager to try, hoping to be generous in the next competition. This is not only to win glory for their own sect, but also a good opportunity to make a name for themselves in the cultivation realm, and everyone cherishes it very much, and they take this competition very seriously.

Qingsong Daoren continued: "This competition is not only for these, each of you young people is the hope of the cultivation realm, and the future of the cultivation realm belongs to you, so you don't have any burden, give full play to your talents, and show your courage to fight."

It doesn't matter if you succeed or fail, it's important that you let our older generations know that you can take on the responsibilities of the future. Now that the Yumeng Demon Clan is ready to move, we, as a human being, a cultivator, have the responsibility and obligation to destroy the Yumeng Demon Clan.

Today's competition is not a life-and-death battle, just to give everyone a chance to exercise, and also to lay a solid foundation for fighting against the Yumeng Demon Clan in the future!"

"Now I announce, the competition, officially begins!"

As soon as Qingsong Daoren's words fell, the crowd boiled. His words made the disciples of many sects enthusiastic, and everyone couldn't wait to defeat their opponents, prove themselves, and win glory for the sect. If you can shine on this stage, you will definitely be famous in the cultivation world, and the teacher will also value himself even more.

Mu Yu pursed his lips, what Qingsong Dao people said was good, and it seemed fair, but in fact, every year in this way, the order of selecting new disciples was decided, and the top sects would always pick new disciples with good qualifications, and the later sects would not have a chance at all. Over time, the lower-ranked sects, such as the Qiantian faction, have no chance of coming out at all.

In such a vicious circle, the good sects are getting better and better, and the bad sects will never be able to raise their heads. If a weaker sect wants to rise, it can only rely on the occasional appearance of one or two dark horses with great opportunities by its disciples, and achieve a better ranking.

Mu Yu didn't count the Falling Dust Sect because he felt that with the actual strength of his sect, he was actually enough to squeeze into the top few, not to mention that Cheng Yan stepped into the Jindan stage at a young age, whether it was Xiang Nan or Lan Ling'er, they were all talented.

However, when he thought of the Qiantian Sect, Mu Yu's gaze fell on Gu Yitian who looked indifferent next to him. Maybe this year things will be different!

There are also such cases, qualification is only the starting point for determining the cultivation of immortals, and the road to cultivation is bumpy and rugged, and perseverance is also quite important. Most people may have poor congenital conditions, but with a firm will, they can surpass their peers whose talents are better than his.

The disciples of the Green Pine Sect are not necessarily better than the disciples of other sects, many disciples of the Green Pine Sect will be prone to slack off because they have a good cultivation environment, and not all disciples of the Green Pine Sect have tenacious perseverance, which also varies from person to person.

"Are you going to be a dark horse?"

Mu Yu looked at Gu Yitian who was sitting quietly on the side, in fact, he also wanted to have a discussion with Gu Yitian, people who cultivate physiques are the best at hand-to-hand combat, and every punch and style they have a strong force, which is enough to resist the spiritual power of others.

Mu Yu wanted to comprehend the powerful explosive power of physical cultivation, but when he faced the Qiantian Sect, maybe the Boyang Daoist would send the disciple of the Qi cultivation period out, so there would be no chance. The master instructed himself to let them, so this idea could only be put on hold for the time being.

Many disciples of the Green Pine Sect gathered here to watch the competition, and each disciple of the Green Pine Sect was much more confident than the disciples of the other sects. They also do have the capital of self-confidence, in addition to their outstanding talents, they can obtain the best cultivation resources in the cultivation realm, which is beyond the reach of the disciples of other sects.

"Green Pine Sect, Green Pine Sect. ”

Mu Yu set his eyes on the side of Qingsong Daoren, at this moment there were more than a dozen disciples gathered around him, obviously still deciding which seven people to let play. They are not like the Qiantian Sect, they can't even make up seven people, and their average cultivation is all building the foundation of the Seven Heavens, which makes the other sects almost lose the idea of winning.

A familiar figure suddenly raised its head and met Mu Yu's gaze. Mu Yu was stunned for a moment, and the other party was also slightly surprised, and recognized each other, that person was the little tiger of Dadian Village!

I haven't seen him for two years, Xiaohu has grown stronger, and his cultivation has also entered the foundation building period, although it is only a foundation building day, but in the eyes of outsiders, it is already amazing and gorgeous, and he has stepped into the foundation building period before he is fifteen years old, this is a genius!

No one will doubt Xiaohu like they suspect Mu Yu, because Xiaohu comes from the Qingsong faction, and the virtuous and respected Qingsong Dao people personally teach, and it is natural for him to step into the foundation building period before the age of fifteen!

Xiaohu recognized Mu Yu, he remembered that he had insulted Mu Yu at the school, and suddenly the corners of his mouth rose, and while Qingsong Dao was not paying attention, he made a provocative gesture towards Mu Yu.

In the past few years, Xiaohu is not only the Qingsong faction, but also the figure of the entire cultivation world, everyone is talking about Xiaohu's talent, and sighs that Xiaohu will become the next white wave. Bai Lang's talent is inferior to even many cultivators of the older generation, and it is not surprising that Xiaohu will also make everyone look up to him in a few years.

Mu Yu frowned, he was once a member of the gray disciples, if it weren't for the master, he might have been humiliated by other high-ranking sect disciples like Deacon Xun. Thinking of the life of the deacon Xun, groveling in front of all the cultivators, just for a faint hope of becoming an immortal that could not be realized at all, he suddenly surged with a fighting spirit, why did the gray disciple have to be humiliated so much? Why can't the gray disciple raise his head all his life?

He is also a member of the gray disciples, even if he comes to the Falling Dust Sect, when he goes out, he is looked down upon by people from other sects as gray disciples. The Luochen Sect was poor and declined, and their disciples were naturally discriminated against.

Usually affected by the master's indifferent personality, Mu Yu feels that this is nothing. But yesterday he was looked down upon by people from other sects, slandered as a crooked sect, and even the master was belittled, which really made him angry, and today he was provoked by Xiaohu, and the clay man still has three points of anger, not to mention him.

"Mu Yu, be careful yourself, just be yourself. ”

Feng Haochen felt Mu Yu's strange appearance and patted him on the shoulder. Feng Haochen seemed to know everything, and when there was a trace of fluctuation in Mu Yu's heart, he noticed it, he knew what Mu Yu was thinking, but he didn't say anything. In his opinion, many things are good to follow his own wishes, and there is no need to force them.

Mu Yu nodded, it is not easy to fight nineteen games by one!