The attack is stopped.

The winter sun is soft, and the afternoon sun is especially drowsy, but at this moment, on the martial arts arena of Ying Tianfeng's outer courtyard, the disciples of the six courtyards are all very excited, their eyes are burning, and they can't wait to replace each other.

The distorted air calmed down, and the winter wind was able to penetrate into it, and the wind on the Chenyou platform suddenly hunted, and it seemed to stand on the top of the mountain dome.

Wang Qingyuan!

In all directions of Chenyoutai, nearly ninety percent of the eyes converged on a figure.

A fifteen-year-old boy, in a dark blue robe, he stood alone on the Chenyou platform, his black hair was lightly raised, and his eyes were warm and peaceful.

Ziwei Peak, Wang Qingyuan!

Many disciples of the Sixth Academy muttered, they still felt unreal, but right now, this young man, in a short period of time, had reached a situation where they needed to face it squarely, and even some ordinary disciples needed to look up.

A deep sense of frustration!

After three or four years of cultivation, or even five or six years, he was surpassed by a teenager who had only been in contact with the Immortal Dao for more than a year.

In addition, in Ziwei Peak, many disciples also have a strong curiosity, what kind of past is the one vein that was cut off five hundred years ago, and those who practice also need to know books and reason, be able to distinguish between right and wrong, and introspect themselves, so many disciples also understand that the top lineage is stronger. It may make one person, two people. It is impossible to create three people in a row, if so. As long as there is a top-notch supernatural power technique, wouldn't it be able to create countless top-notch primordial gods.

There is no strongest technique, only peerless characters who can suppress the transformation of an era of Shinto Daojun.

On the stage.

In addition to Wang Qingyuan, there are only nine people left, only Li Qingrong of Yunjuan Peak, Zhu Qingxuan of Ying Tianfeng has a slight gaze, but he is still calm, and the rest are Qian Qingye of Ma Tafeng. also showed a dignified color.

There are also six disciples, their faces are very ugly, although they are not weak, they also understand that compared to Qian Qingye and the three of them, they are much worse, if it weren't for the young man in front of him suddenly stopped, most of them would not have had a chance to stand here safely.

However, all kinds of fiction and reality in this are unknown to the disciples of the six academies under Chen You's stage. This embarrassed them, but they couldn't say it clearly.

Boom! Boom!

In the next moment, the five stone platforms of Zichou, Maoxu, Yinhai, Sishen, and Wuwei, all the disciples shot together.

Air distortions. blurred everyone's vision again, which made many disciples of the Six Academies very dissatisfied, but they also understood that their skills were not enough. You can't see through the real and the false.

Walking down Chenyoutai, where Wang Qingyuan passed. Naturally, the crowd moved out of the way, and no one spoke. But the gaze that looked at him was a little unnatural.

I didn't care, Wang Qingyuan looked at Zichou and Maoxu on the platform, he was a little stunned, on these two stone platforms, there are also well-known outstanding disciples of the outer court, no one dares to provoke easily, but Qingliu and the fat man, alone, standing alone, at this time they are really standing there alone, the disciples are fighting, their energy is overflowing, but no one shoots at them.

On the platform, Qingliu thought about it for a while, and he understood the cause and effect, and he stood still and didn't say a word.

And on the ugly stage, the fat man scratched his head, his eyes rolled, and he had some difficult choices, should he make a move? or a shot?

In the end, he chose to close his eyes and not stir up the troubled waters.

Sitting down in the corner again, Wang Qingyuan quietly observed the melee on the five-sided stone platform.

However, it was obvious that even if only ten people could be left, there were still some outstanding disciples who no one dared to provoke, so they all avoided them, and then fought hard to compete for the few remaining places.

Thanks to him, no one dared to touch Qingliu and the fat man, because they couldn't understand the truth in advance, so no one wanted to take the lead, they all had the same idea, in case the two of them were as cruel as Wang Qingyuan, then they would suffer a blood loss.

One by one, figures flew sideways, through the twisted air, and fell down the stone platform, as if they were dumplings.

But after half a cup of tea, the dust settled on the five-square stone platform.

On the stone platform, there were a total of 432 people, and only 60 people remained at this time.

As Wang Qingyuan expected, until the last moment, no one had the courage to fight the two of them, and the two won without a fight, ranking among the top 60 in the sect competition.

The fat man walked down the Zichou platform leisurely, squeezing his eyes towards the clear stream who also walked down the Maoxu platform, but in exchange for two white eyes.

"The fat man is very tired. ”

Back in the corner, the fat man grabbed a cup of Taihe tea and gurgled his stomach, chewing peonies, he was simply spoiling good things, he muttered: "Listen to the rumors in the market, in Luoyang City, the concubines in the palace are talking like this, if you have the opportunity, you have to ask, don't you bother to work?"

Wang Qingyuan glanced at him, a little speechless.

"The rest are all masters. ”

Wang Qingyuan looked at the dozens of disciples who came down, most of them were full of muscles and flesh, and their divine light was contained, even if they did not practice spiritual power like Grandmaster Jindan, but the kind of spiritual energy that came out between their gestures was far from being comparable to that of ordinary disciples.

If you don't practice spiritual power, it doesn't mean that you don't have spiritual power, it's just that characters below Jindan are difficult to set foot in the spiritual realm, and they don't know how to condense and use it.

In fact, since people are born, they have the first idea when they are born and have their first thoughts, and they naturally give birth to the prototype of spiritual power, but they are not familiar with dragons and tigers, and they cannot be controlled, and once they encounter danger, they will become a help in the underworld, otherwise how can the cultivators build the foundation at the beginning and withstand the impact of the heart ape controlling the horse.

These truths are also gradually comprehended with the deepening of Wang Qingyuan's cultivation of "Time Knife", and now he is about to enter the fourth level of cultivation of "Time Knife", and his spiritual power is so strong that he has reached the edge of interfering in the present world.

The more this is the case, the more he is in awe of the Immortal Dao, and as his practice deepens step by step, the more he feels that the Immortal Dao is long, the road ahead is vast and unpredictable, and there are too many mysteries and mysteries.

Syllable!

When the disciples stepped down from the stone platform, the six huge stone platforms began to move again, and this time they were merged, and the secret buckles were concluded, turning into a huge stone platform with a radius of about one hundred and fifty abbots.

"One is renewed, and everything is renewed. ”

Wang Qingyuan opened his mouth and sighed a little, every detail of this sect competition reflects the essence of Xuantian Dao as a great sect of Taoism.

Half an hour passed, and when all the sixty disciples had recuperated and recovered, the last reincarnation of this sect Dabi had finally begun.

Wang Qingyuan and the three of them glanced at each other, the fat man also took away his unruliness, his eyes became solemn, the three of them slowly got up, and fell into the eyes of some people with a heart, as if the three sleeping ancient beasts had awakened from the long years, and the three invisible qi began to rise, and they slowly merged into one piece, turning the land into an invisible field, and the feng shui did not enter, and the dust could not be raised.

In the outer courtyard of the six directions, the remaining fifty-seven disciples also got up one after another, and a stream of qi rose, this was the last battle, even some outstanding disciples who had never made a move, calm as water, no longer hidden, and began to initially release their own edge.

For a time, the entire Ying Tianfeng Outer Courtyard martial arts arena was surging.

The formation of invisible fields one by one, and the invisible spiritual oppression, made some of the disciples of the Six Academies who were close couldn't help but retreat.

However, the most striking of them was the three people of Ziwei Peak, compared to the promotion of eight to ten disciples in each branch, only three people from Ziwei Peak entered the last reincarnation.

But from beginning to end, there were only three people.

The three people's breaths are intertwined, turning into an invisible field, which is not inferior to the Hexagon Outer Courtyard.

Thundered!

There was thunder in mid-air, and the winter sun hung high, without the slightest warning.

This is the initial temptation of the Qi and Machines of the Seven Directions disciples colliding and silently clashing.

On a high platform.

Some of the deacons looked at each other and were moved, but this year, there were a lot of young powerhouses in this outer courtyard, and the collision of the invisible qi and machine actually caused the void to thunder, showing a vision that only the spiritual power is extraordinary, so deep that it is about to interfere with the cultivation of the present world.

"Xuantian Dao meteorology, it should be like this. ”

The Jingyue Daoist of Feixian Peak brushed his beard, and the old man's eyes were gentle, overlooking the entire martial arts arena.

There are also some Dharma protectors who frown, wanting to speak but stopping.

A moment later.

On this huge black iron stone platform, known as one yuan, Wang Qingyuan and the three of them stood still.

Compared to before, at this moment, even if they were disciples of the same outer court, none of them chose to join forces, and they all faintly distanced themselves, but they were a little less guarded against each other, and they obviously had plans to clear the obstacles first.

And in the four corners of this Yuantai, there are thirty-six deacons supervising the Quartet, all of whom are very cautious, because in front of them are the strongest sixty disciples in the entire outer courtyard at the moment, and the cultivation is the weakest, and there is also the cultivation of the eighth layer of "Xuantian Gong", plus the comprehension of the supernatural power exercises is not good, and in the Kyushu of the world, ordinary monks who have just built the foundation are afraid that they are not opponents.

The atmosphere of Yiyuantai was calm, and the qi and blood of the disciples were ready to move, and the qi and machines were intertwined, and they began to distort the air of a hundred or so abbots.

Sixty people, in Wang Qingyuan's opinion, including the three of them, I am afraid that there are fourteen people who have not yet built a foundation, and one by one their qi is blooming and no longer hidden, all of them are far beyond the power of the seventh layer of "Xuantian Gong".

There are nearly ten people who know about this, and they have already been favored by the peaks and veins in advance, bowed to the door, and left the outer courtyard.

And except for the fourteen of them, standing on this Yuan platform at this moment, all of them are foundation building disciples.

Forty-six foundation building disciples, that is, forty-six cultivators who have built the Dao foundation, any person who has built the Dao foundation is enough to become a person with a head and face in a county, marry a wife and have children, and a hundred years later, he will be a third-order Kyushu family.

The sect is now in Dabi, and it is almost impossible to have weak people who are screened out, even if there are still some shortcomings, but in Wang Qingyuan's view, it is impossible for sages to be perfect, and it is almost complete to be able to do this.

At this moment, there is no distinction between building a foundation and not building a foundation on this yuantai, and the one who can support it to the end is the leader of the entire sect.

In the eyes of some of the outer court disciples who observed, this may lack fairness and justice, and these days, Wang Qingyuan has experienced a lot, the Moon Mountain Range, he has a clear mind, insight into the world, and no longer pays attention to these details, the real strong person, it is impossible to walk according to the established rules, there are many divergent paths on the road of cultivation, and the immortal path is sought, only overcoming thorns and thorns.

Qingliu and the fat man also faintly distanced themselves from him, their eyes were solemn, their qi rose, and a smile appeared on the corner of Wang Qingyuan's mouth, both of them made the same choice.

Ancient Moon!

Wang Qingyuan's gaze fell on the newly promoted quasi-Yuan God disciple of Tianya Peak, this person was dressed in a pure white robe, his eyes were peaceful, and he looked unfazed. As his gaze watched, this person also noticed it, his gaze fell, and he stroked the white jade accessories in his hand more gently. His gaze gradually became indifferent, looking at Wang Qingyuan, and he did not hide the overlook in his heart.

"You know, I've been waiting for this moment for a long time. ”

Quell. Gu Yue spoke, his tone was calm, his temperament was ethereal, his spirit was like jade, standing there, his demeanor was magnificent, there were few people on the one-yuan platform who could compare.

The supervising deacon frowned, did not speak, and did not intervene unless necessary. They can't interfere with the rules of this sect.

On the Yiyuan platform, some outstanding disciples also moved their eyes slightly, and following Gu Yue's gaze, they fell on Wang Qingyuan and the others.

"Knowing the continuation of a top inheritance, what is the significance of my Xuantian Dao, if it is handed over to a disciple with the best qualifications and talents, in less than ten years, it may add a few empty figures to my Xuantian Dao, and even someone can use this to prove the Dao Yuan Shen. It is not impossible to promote real people. ”

Gu Yue spoke again, his tone was cold, he swept over Wang Qingyuan and the others, and reprimanded. "But the three of you don't know the general situation, and you take it for yourself, but you know how many people die at the hands of the Demon Dao and the Demon Clan every day in my Zhongzhou, and these dead clansmen have a few more decades to wait! What do you need to do with strength, if you would rather die than give in, what do you have to sacrifice!"