After the first round of climbing, some of the disciples were about to leave, and they paid the price for the hard work they had to make.

Some leave, some stay.

Although the people who stayed behind were able to continue to practice in the Ziwei Sect, most of them did not dare to live blindly with their eyes closed.

They have more important things to do, and more hard years to go through.

Penance has always been the only way for monks to grow rapidly.

The Taoist meeting is not over yet.

Mountaineering is just a small episode that is not worth talking about, and the next test of real knives and guns is what matters.

The wonderful contest between Ziwei's disciples is finally about to begin.

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The next day, Strange Stone Terrace.

The Eight Desolations gathered here to watch the highlight of the Ziwei event.

Qishitai, a place where Ziwei used to hold various grand ceremonies. In fact, it is also a great avenue that can accommodate VIPs from all over the world, and this dojo has rarely been used since Tianyi Zhenren took over the position of the head of the sect.

Ziwei hasn't been ventilated with other gangs for a long time, so the dust on the platform has accumulated a few inches thick, and these are the precipitation of the years.

There are a lot of people who come on this day, some old and young, some men and women, some wearing long Taoist robes, some wearing golden monk's robes, all kinds of people have been sitting very quietly on the viewing platform, as visitors to the Taoist friends, naturally can not be too noisy, after all, they represent the reputation and image of the sect.

The monks in Taoist robes, both men and women, carried long swords behind their backs, and although the swords behind them were deeply embedded in the scabbard, one could still feel the sharp aura that came from them.

They are swordsmen from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, and they are also the sects that boast of having the best swordsmanship in the world.

So they sat like a sword, and stood like a sword, and they were about to forge themselves into a weapon without temperature.

In addition to the Taoist priests who made the sword, there were also bald men holding Buddhist beads.

They are monks.

These monks in golden robes, young and old, all held a string of polished Buddhist beads in their hands, and the older leading abbot held a golden Zen staff in his right hand.

Harmony, solemnity, and compassion are all the breath that emanates from them.

They are from Jinchanji Temple, and the abbot Jin Chanzi led by him does not know how many long years he has lived.

In addition to the sharp swordsmen and masculine monks, there were also some hairless women, all of whom were nuns from the bhikshu nunnery.

There were rumors on the rivers and lakes that these nuns were all dusty women who were tinkering in the red dust when they were young, and when they felt that their bodies were too rotten, they thought about entering Buddhism to clear their hearts and bodies.

Regardless of whether these are true or false, false or true, in short, these women are poor people who are not born as expected.

The next remaining sect is the unknown stinky fish and rotten shrimp sect in the cultivation world, they can't bring gift money, just to see the fun.

The four major sects of the Central Plains finally got together again after a few years, but the old guys who were familiar with Tianyi Zhenren really didn't.

Tianyi Zhenren's temperament is too arrogant, too cold, too eccentric, too unlikable, he is admired and jealous, and naturally has almost no friends.

This time, the outstanding disciples of the other three major sects gathered here, and they received an invitation from Ziwei, not Tianyi, and they just came here to see a joke.

In fact, in the past few hundred years, no one will regard this lazy sect with a declining reputation as the head of the Central Plains sect, and Ziwei in people's eyes has completely become the most declining of the four major sects.

Although there was a dead silence on the viewing platform, this did not prevent Ziwei's disciples from talking and laughing, but soon they would not be able to laugh, because the new head of the sect had no choice but to speak.

didn't dare to continue laughing, this man who carried two axes every day has always been a nightmare for all the naughty and lazy disciples on the stage.

But this time, the words that were involuntarily spoken seemed to have completely lost his former seriousness, and it was easy to make people laugh.

When he spoke in front of all the great powers and freshman elites of the other three major sects, he was still as rough and loud as usual: "Disciples, beat yourself, after so many years, there is no one in the sect who is not used to it, now beat me to death, there will be no such shop in this village." ”

"Those who are virtuous repay virtue, those who complain about grievances, come in line, don't really cripple it. After finishing speaking, the old man seemed to feel that there was something that he didn't say clearly enough, and he didn't fill a few words of rules.

There was silence.

Everyone present, whether it was a fellow Daoist who came to watch the battle or a disciple of Ziwei, suspected that they had heard the wrong thing.

Especially when the disciples who were usually suffering were already a little dumbfounded, they didn't dare to be the first to stand up and make a war report.

There was some silence at one point.

Tianyi still hasn't appeared in front of everyone for a long time, but looking at the style of doing this, it is indeed too similar.

In fact, it is also the case, every word that is not spoken by people is said by Tianyi himself.

Tianyi is now one of the top powerhouses in the entire cultivation realm, and his temperament and temper are naturally bizarre.

Since you want to see the jokes, then I will show you the most ridiculous things, so that you can see enough of them, and then leave happy.

What was originally a very formal Taoist meeting turned into a ridiculous revenge meeting for some reason.

This is Tianyi's attitude, an attitude of extreme disdain, like an immortal looking down on mortals, and a lion looking down on ants.

In this way, some people are happy and some people are worried.

I am glad that the disciples who were supposed to be driven to the shelves were finally able to avoid being forced to play and suffer humiliation.

What worries me is that those senior disciples who are unknown but have some great skills want to express themselves, but there are no suitable opponents to challenge.

Although these old disciples who have spent countless unknown times in Ziwei have not weak strength, they dare not easily show their cultivation, otherwise they are easy to be disliked, and they may also become enemies with those so-called proud sons of the sky.

These old foxes, who were well versed in the way of dealing with things at all times, were usually secretly having some elders and disciples in their own sects to obtain more cultivation resources.

So for a while, no one challenged, no one stood up to provoke, everyone just confronted each other quietly, letting the time pass in vain.

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But someone will always stand up, and these two who stand up are not only hateless and resentful, but also strange faces in the eyes of everyone.

Or that no one could see their faces, because they had strange masks on half of their faces, half black and half white.

Although everyone couldn't see the faces of the two, they all guessed the identities of the two in an instant.

Enlightenment and enlightenment.

Black and white symbolize the two rituals of Tai Chi, feminine and masculine.

The two apprentices of Tianyi Zhenren, the twin stars of Ziwei's future.

Tianyi called the two out at this critical juncture, and told them to use as hard as possible.

In this way, there is a reasonable explanation for the nonsense he designed before.

Tianyi is covering up Ziwei's shortcomings under the guise of trying his best to show his strongest combat power.

The strength of Wudao and Wutian is not much better than that of the elders in the sect, and they are naturally the real leaders of the younger generation of Ziwei, and their fighting methods are bound to cause an extremely strong shock to the audience.

From this point of view, even if Tianyi soars and leaves, he will have a lot of means left.

At least enough to silence all the disagreed people in the other three sects for hundreds of years.

Saying that they would fight, Wutian and Wudao soon stood in the center of the Dao platform and stood on top of that Tai Chi.

In the center of the strange stone platform is a huge Taiji disc.

Enlightenment, who wears a black half-mask, stands on the yin side of Taiji, and conversely, Wutian who stands on the yang side of Taiji.

The tacit understanding between the two of them has almost reached the point of being the same body and one heart, and the motives contained in each other's every move will be fully perceived by the other party.

This is a battle that is unlikely to lead to results.

Wutian pulled out the sword behind him, and Wudao raised the dust in his palm.

One sharp, one soft.

Goten didn't speak, but his sword had already spoken for him first, and the way the swordsman spoke was always with his sword.

The sword in the swordsman's hand is the swordsman's second mouth, and the hardness or softness of this mouth depends on whether the sword is fast or slow, fast or slow.

Wutian's posture with a sword looks unremarkable, but in fact it is tricky and ruthless.

In front of everyone's eyes, Wutian's sword disappeared in his palm in an instant, not even leaving any afterimage, it disappeared out of thin air.

In the next moment, the air in everyone's eyes was torn in half, and the calm air suddenly became like boiling water, and began to twist violently.

Everyone's vision began to blur, and the sound of crackling bones and trembling suddenly erupted like dense raindrops, causing many people's spirits to create a long gap.

It was hard to react to all this happening, and in the next moment, the long swords behind the backs of all the disciples who came from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect began to tremble violently in their scabbards, as if an invisible hand grasped the hilt of their saber and pulled it out fiercely.

At this moment, all the sword cultivators' cheeks became bloodless in an instant, and they were as pale as white papers that had been rolled up in the roar of the wind.

In order to ensure that their swords would not "defect", the disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect had to reach out and take off the scabbard behind them one after another and hold them in their arms, so that they did not follow the sword qi vortex centered on Wutian and drifted with the waves.

Everything gradually began to mess up, only the figures of two teenagers in the vague space, as if they were standing forever.