Because the 50-year-old Great Contest between sects is also about to be held, this time after the usual Great Contest of Sects is over, there will be a continued competition between disciples of the same realm.

Chang Ling is very distressed these days.

Isn't that a maximum of 10 challenges...... She put down the scroll in her hand rather irritably, unable to comfort herself at all.

Although she had a reason to excuse her failure, she was still unwilling to accept such an outcome.

No matter how she called for the falling moon, she couldn't get an answer, so Chang Ling had no choice but to ring the transmission bell to disturb her master who was in retreat again.

"Master, the sect competition is about to take place, and the disciple has not practiced any martial arts now......

The other end was silent for a long time, and Zhenhe responded: "Chang Ling, I think you, don't worry, the sooner you choose, the better, a small sect, I think you shouldn't have a problem." ”

"The sect is not allowed to use weapons, purely relying on their own body and magic to compete, in the realm of opening the vein, I am afraid that it will be difficult for the sect to find a person whose body is as strong as you, it is difficult for them to hurt you, and you don't need to care too much about the moves. ”

Chang Ling has taken so many medicinal materials in the sect, and the head of the sect has naturally mentioned it to him, his attitude is naturally Chang Ling's use of it, and the share is not enough for him.

Anyway, he is his only little apprentice, and since he has accepted this apprentice, he must also try his best to fulfill his responsibility as a master.

Although he had consumed so many medicinal materials, Chang Ling's physical body was really refined, and he couldn't help but admire.

When you are in such a realm, do you have such a solid physical body?

The magic method passed down by Senior Brother Zhenwei is not ordinary.

Listening to Zhenhe's words, Chang Ling blinked his eyes a little puzzled, what does Shizun mean that he is not afraid of being beaten, and if he beats someone, he can just rush up and hammer it?

What's that sentence called? Oh, one force to break ten thousand laws.

Chang Ling felt that something was not quite right for a while, whose fairy was not dressed in fluttering clothes and boneless, performing gorgeous and beautiful fairy methods?

During the critical time of the retreat, he took out his energy to answer Chang Ling's question for a short time, and he had exhausted Zhenhe's strength, and soon, there was no sound from the other end of the transmission bell.

Chang Ling tied iron blocks to his limbs with black lines all over his face, and ran at a rapid pace like grinding a spear.

Early in the morning when the sect opened, there was already a sea of people in front of the gate of Ziwei Peak.

This time, the big competition was held in the martial arts arena inside the sect, and the disciples of the outer sect could enter the sect, and now they surrounded Ziwei Peak one by one, looking forward to it.

Naturally, there are more than ten people who choose to challenge Chang Ling, and then, Chang Ling needs to make the counter-election himself.

Everybody wants to be that lucky one.

Although the true disciples will definitely have something special about her, but everyone is in the Pulse Opening Realm, Chang Ling is still a ten-year-old female doll, and in the Pulse Opening Realm where she is not able to use spiritual power, the physical body is quite important in battle.

After defeating Chang Ling, he became a disciple of the elder and enjoyed the treatment of the true inheritance...... The dreams of countless people continue.

Chang Ling walked out of the mountain gate sleepily and saw such a grand scene.

As she expected......

The corners of her mouth twitched slightly, and she casually ordered ten outer disciples with big shoulders and round waists as opponents, and a group of people followed her towards the martial arts arena.

Although he was not fortunate enough to be Chang Ling's opponent, watching a person who was really defeated by his own companions, rounding up is equivalent to defeating himself!