Lifting the black cloth wrapped in the wooden card, Wang Qingyuan saw that the word Tianwei was engraved on it, and the sky was micro. It is five notches.

Tianweitai, the fifth end!

Wang Qingyuan swept through the martial arts arena and locked on the black iron stone platform he was about to climb, the thirty-six stone platforms. It seems to be named after the thirty-six Tiangang, and there are more than 1,000 disciples in the entire outer courtyard, even if there are thirty-six Tiangang stone platforms, this first one will have to be divided into twenty small fields to end.

There are a lot of options for that. Especially the action of some outstanding disciples in the outer court, most of them will attract the attention of many people.

The fat man was a little excited, he threw the sign at Wang Qingyuan and the others, Tianxian Tai, first!

Qingliu looked at the sign in his hand, the heavenly platform, and the third one, and suddenly glared at the fat man fiercely.

The sun in the afternoon of Layue was very warm, and the sun made people drowsy, but at this time, the air in the outer courtyard of Ying Tianfeng was very solemn. After another stick of incense, the sect competition is about to begin, and many people's eyes sweep over, speculating about who their opponent in the first game is.

There are also some people who are very calm and unfazed, the Tianya Peak Branch, like the stars of the ancient moon, is surrounded by many disciples, sitting in the central place, even if there are some foundation building disciples. They are also one or two positions behind, and this trip to the Mochizuki Mountain Range, although they did not get all the immeasurable breath, they also got three points of true meaning.

This is not trivial, many people are speculating about what step Gu Yue has reached after Jin Guangzhen's daily training.

However, at this time, the gaze of this true disciple of Jin Guangfeng swept over the corner of the place in the distance with some indifference.

Seems to be sensitive. Wang Qingyuan raised his eyebrows, glanced at it lightly, and took it back.

His eyes were a little colder, and several disciples from the outer courtyard around him were a little surprised, not knowing what was going on with this senior brother at the moment, and the depressing aura emanating from his body was getting stronger and stronger.

A stick of incense quickly burned out.

At the same time, where the six branches were located, seventy-one disciples stood up, and everyone swept over with the fastest gaze, looking for possible opponents, as well as those who had not built a foundation, outstanding figures among the disciples of foundation building, and hidden masters.

One less!

Some people were surprised that the thirty-six Tiangang Stone Terrace, the one who got up at this moment should be seventy-two.

Unexpectedly, at this time, in the corner, the fat man licked the last bit of soup in the bowl, and then stood up slowly, grinned, and waved to everyone with a sign.

It's him!

Many of the outer courtyard disciples who got up showed disdain, such a greedy fool, can have some ability, many people regret in their hearts, Ziwei Peak was also very prosperous five hundred years ago, how come five hundred years later, the inheritance fell on such a lazy guy, it is really unladylike.

The only one who was a little excited and happy was a disciple in the outer courtyard of Yunjuan Peak, because at this moment, the wooden card in his hand was also engraved with the word Tianxian, and there was only one notch.

His opponent is the fat man Qingyu.

It seemed that this disciple had also appeared, the smile on the fat man's face was even stronger, and his steps seemed to be a little lighter, and he left his seat and walked towards the Tianxian Stone Platform.

As soon as the fat man moved, all the disciples in the first round of this first game moved, and everyone followed the guidance on the wooden sign to the Tiangang Stone Platform where they were.

Ten breaths later, where the Six Directions Branch is located, some disciples who have not yet arrived have also moved, Thirty-six Tiangang Stone Terrace, as early as the number of breaths when the seventy-two people got up, many people have already decided which battle to observe, the first round of this battle, the disciples of the Six Courtyards who are off are a little lucky, because they have not encountered the disciples of Zhuji, and their own Yuan Qi field is not so easy to deal with.

Compared with the other thirty-five Tiangang stone platforms, there are only a dozen disciples around the Tianxian platform where the fat man is located, and most of them are from Qianzhang Peak, these disciples all show playfulness one by one, and some even feel impatient and urge loudly, hoping to end soon, and go to observe the competition of other Tiangang stone platforms.

"Cloud Roll Peak Outer Courtyard, Qingsen!"

The disciple of Yunjuan Peak, who was about eighteen or nineteen years old, spoke, his face was arrogant, and said lightly: "You don't have to tell me your name, because you will be defeated soon, I don't have time to remember some miscellaneous names, if you don't want to suffer hardship, or admit defeat as soon as possible, then Wang Qingyuan has real skills, I think I am invincible, but unfortunately you are not him." ”

The fat man didn't respond, but the smile on his face was even stronger, and the silly temperament made the disciples around the Tianxian Platform even more impatient, and one or two people immediately turned around and left, and there was nothing to see in this scene.

"The sect is bigger, stop when you get to the point, you must not kill the killer, otherwise you will be sent to the Law Enforcement Hall, and the Xuantian Dao precepts will be disposed of!"

In the corner of the Tianxian platform, a deacon spoke, and the thirty-six Tiangang stone platform is the thirty-six deacons, who belong to the six branches and are supervised separately to prevent accidents.

At this time, where the six branches of the martial arts field were located, there were still many disciples who had not left the table, and they noticed that in the corner, Wang Qingyuan and Qingliu did not move, just drinking tea there, enjoying melons and fruits, and didn't seem to care about the fat man's win or loss at all.

Cannon fodder?

Some disciples muttered in their hearts, feeling that the three people of Ziwei Peak were difficult to ride tigers, and if it was another two years, they might still have a few chances of winning, but when they came today, they would be humiliated.

Airplanes!

On the Tianxian platform, Na Qingsen stepped forward, the air behind him was distorted, and the brilliance of the Dao flashed.

"Half a month ago, I went one step further and reached the seventh layer of Xuantian Gong, I only threw one punch, and it's still too late for you to go down now. ”

The young Qianzhang Peak disciple was very calm, he walked towards the fat man step by step, his qi and blood surging, and his scorching breath surging in waves.

On the edge of the stone platform, the supervising deacon nodded in his heart, this disciple of Qianzhang Peak seemed to have a good understanding of the Five Elements Fist, and seemed to be arrogant, but he was gathering momentum between his steps, and with the help of words, qi and blood, and the phantom of the Yuan Qi in the transformation to disintegrate the opponent's battle intent, this is a soldier who wants to surrender without a fight.

The fat man didn't move, still smiling, as if he was shocked, and he didn't react at all.

His eyes were cold, Qing Sen moved, his figure flashed, if the fierce horse leaped, he crossed several zhang in one step, and reached three feet in front of the fat man, a fist broke through the air, and without the slightest hindrance, it fell on the fat man's shoulder.

At this moment, around Tianxian Platform, the dozen or so disciples who had not yet left showed mockery, shook their heads one after another, and they didn't even have time to react, they were frightened by Shengsheng, and they were really defeated in shame.

"Didn't you eat?"

Abruptly, the fat man's voice sounded, with a bit of playfulness, and around the Tianxian platform, everyone who had turned around and wanted to leave was frozen, and then Huo Di turned around.

They saw an unbelievable scene, Qing Sen's fist still fell on the fat man's shoulder, however, such a heavy punch did not make the fat man take a half step back, and then saw Qing Sen, his face began to turn red, and the fist that fell on the fat man's body did not seem to have the slightest intention of retracting.

Wrong!

The eyes of the deacon who supervised on the edge of Tianxian Terrace flashed, not that this Qingsen didn't want to withdraw his fist, but that he couldn't take it back.

"Sitting in the water!"

His face became more and more ugly, and Qing Sen said almost word by word.

"Understood, you can go with peace of mind. ”

The fat man had a smile on his face again, and then, under the shocked gaze of the disciples around Tianxian Platform, Qing Sen was like being struck by lightning, and the whole person flew out sideways, falling straight under the stone platform.

"Sitting in the wind and water, entering the essence of the spirit!"

"Tai Chi rotation, take advantage of the situation!"

The disciples of Qianzhang Peak were all shocked, this fat man from Ziwei Peak actually practiced the fourth form of the Five Elements Fist to the realm of Dacheng Consummation, and he didn't move, so he forced Qing Sen back, you know, with Qing Sen's skill when he first entered the seventh layer of "Xuantian Gong", looking at the more than two hundred disciples in the outer courtyard of the entire Cloud Roll Peak, they are also in the upper middle position, even if they are not within the hundred, they are definitely not far behind.

The change of Tianxian Platform soon spread throughout the entire martial arts arena, because in comparison, the fat man's scene was actually the first Tiangang Stone Platform to end.

On a high platform.

The deacons and masters of the branches, the deacons and protectors of the peaks and veins were condescending, and the thirty-six Tiangang stone platforms were in full view, and no one could escape their eyes.

On the Tianxian platform, the fat man grinned, his flesh swayed, and he nodded to the disciples around him with a smile, and then walked down.

However, at this time, in the eyes of the disciples of the outer courtyard of Zhuqianzhang Peak, this smile was particularly hateful, it was clearly a fierce tiger, but it was ......

Well, someone glanced at the fat man, and the thoughts behind him were extinguished.

On a high platform.

"This little fat man of Ziwei Peak is not simple, and his steps have traces of the Book of Changes. ”

The master of the outer courtyard of Yunjuan Peak spoke, this is a middle-aged man, dressed in a blue robe, as the head of the branch courtyard, he is also the protector of the Daoist on Yunjuan Peak.

Traces of the I Ching!

As soon as this statement came out, many deacons and protectors stared at the back of the fat man, "Book of Changes" has three volumes, whether it is "Lianshan Yi", "Guizang Yi", or "Zhou Yi" written by King Wen more than 5,000 years ago, are the supreme classics of Taoism, the world and Kyushu dynasties, there are many Taoist supernatural exercises derived from these three changes, but anyone who can get a trace of fur, at least has reached the level of second-order supernatural powers, attracting the vision of heaven and earth, and the fame is temporary.

It's too shallow!

After a few breaths, many deacons and Dharma protectors retracted their gazes, obviously the fat man had not yet practiced home, and they couldn't see a little mystery, so they could only wait for the next fight.

Despite this, the three people from Ziwei Peak, only the most inconspicuous one who looked at the beginning, was so amazing, which made some Jingzi characters show thoughtful expressions, they thought of the heyday of Ziwei Peak in the past, although it only existed in the history of Xuantian Dao, but from just a few words, it can also be seen that the Ziwei Emperor Star was hanging high, commanding the supreme trend of Beidou.

in the corner.

Seeing the fat man swaggering all the way, he was full of pride, and from time to time he waved his hand to the disciples of the Sixth Academy who were glaring at him, and Qingliu slapped his forehead, unable to bear to look directly.

The corners of Wang Qingyuan's mouth twitched. The fat man's big strip has always been regardless of the occasion, and he suddenly had an urge to move the table.

After a while, the fat man sat down and poured a cup of Taihe tea like a cow chewing a peony. Shaking his head and said: "How about it, the fat man is out of the horse, a top two!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a chill ran down his spine and he opened his eyes. saw two cold eyes in front of him, as if two sharp arrows were about to penetrate him.

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, the fat man suddenly looked weak, lay down on the chair, and muttered: "The sun is so strong, the chest is so stuffy, and the head is so dizzy......"

Clang!

At this time, a furnace was struck, and all the thirty-six matches in the first round of the first round had ended.

Meantime. Where the Liufang Branch was located, seventy-two more disciples got up.

"Senior Brother Qingchen of Cloud Roll Peak!"

"And Senior Brother Qian Qingye of Ma Tafeng!"

Before the second round of the first scene began, many outer court disciples were shouting and talking to each other in low voices, their hearts swaying.

The Qingchen of Yunjuan Peak, who is only nineteen years old, has already practiced "Xuantian Gong" to the eighth layer, and is about to be consummated, with seven styles and five elements boxing, almost all of them are comprehended. There are even one or two types of consummation, and the marrow of the gods.

As for Qian Qingye, who stepped on the peak, he had quite a bit of a story, although he only built the foundation on the seventh layer of "Xuantian Gong". However, when he had just reached the age of the weak crown, he had already turned the Dao Ji for the second time, but he was bent on worshipping the Ma Ta Peak lineage, and wanted to seek the master of Ma Ta Peak, and a generation of top Yuan Shen real people were under the door and could not get it, so he was stranded in the outer courtyard for the past two years. It has become a big mountain in front of many foundation building disciples.

Many disciples are looking forward to it, but unfortunately, these two people did not encounter each other in the end, but have their own opponents.

Wang Qingyuan also gathered his eyes, he completed the third training of "Time Knife", and his spiritual power cultivation has increased greatly, even if he does not use his skills, his spiritual power can reach his eyes, and it is enough to see everything on the martial arts field, no matter how big or small.

Obviously, whether it was Qian Qingye of the Ma Peak, or Qingchen of the Cloud Rolling Peak, he had not encountered a real opponent, and even the sixth layer of Qian Qingye's opponent "Xuantian Gong" had not been satisfied, and he almost admitted defeat with a wry smile, and he couldn't give birth to a trace of fighting spirit at all.

In this way, this second round was uneventful, and although there were outstanding disciples who ended up, it was calm.

Clang!

The furnace sounded again, and Qingliu slowly got up.

With his move, he gathered a lot of attention, with the fat man Zhuyu in front of him, many disciples of the outer courtyard were a little wary of the three people of Ziwei Peak.

And when Qingliu landed on the heavenly platform, a young man on the opposite side sneered: "It turned out to be you." ”

"Li Qinghao. ”

Qingliu opened his mouth, his tone was calm, and said, "The dog of Tianya Peak." ”

The deacon's eyes in the corner of the Tiantai platform moved slightly, and some disciples of the outer courtyard of Tianya Peak who were watching the battle from all directions were a little stunned, they didn't expect such an accident to happen, but Qingliu's voice was too calm, without a little emotional fluctuation, and when it fell into Li Qinghao's ears, it was a kind of outright contempt and humiliation.

His eyes became cold, and Li Qinghao scolded: "I hope your sword is as sharp as your mouth, but your subordinates are defeated, and they are also here to show their posture, and it is the poet who is not shocking and dies, and you are nothing, and you must have a little self-knowledge to be grandiose!"

Defeated?

Li Qinghao's voice is not small, many disciples of the outer courtyard have captured the voice, and at this time, the gaze of the outer courtyard of Qingliu is a little different, many disciples of the outer courtyard of Tianya Peak have shown a mocking look, this is a big competition of sects, not to get away with their tongues, such as the scene at this moment, they have seen too much on weekdays, they are all some people who lament the unfairness of fate, hysterical poor disciples, do not seek flexibility, only complain about the sky.

As far as everyone could see, on the heavenly platform, Qingliu was unmoved, and said: "Take out the sword, there is only one chance." ”

Li Qinghao calmed down and played with the taste: "I didn't expect to see you for some time, but you are a little more calm, thinking that you can surpass everyone with the inheritance of Ziwei Peak, if it is another year, I will be cautious, but now, you are not afraid of the wind flashing your tongue, draw your sword, let me see how far you have practiced in one qi and three clears." ”

Qingliu didn't move, just stood in place, which made many Tianya Peak disciples under the Heavenly Platform frown, and some disciples of the Fifth Academy also raised their eyebrows, and the second person from Ziwei Peak was too blind.

On the stage, Li Qinghao's face finally turned cold, and he reprimanded: "Arrogance!"

Boom!

The broad-bladed long sword tied with a cow tendon ribbon on his back was unsheathed, and the tip of Li Qinghao's sword touched the ground and began to take steps.

A series of metal friction sounds, accompanied by a little bit of sparks, Li Qinghao's eyes at this moment were very cold, as if he had been chiseled through a thousand-year-old ice cave and was born.

At the same time, from behind him, a faint phantom of vitality emerged, this is the seventh layer of "Xuantian Gong", although it is only a beginner, but it is enough to make many disciples of the outer courtyard envious, "Xuantian Gong" seven layers, skin, tendons, bones, marrow, layer by layer, this is the most difficult, is refining the marrow.

If it is said that there are more than 1,000 disciples in the entire Xuantian Dao Outer Courtyard, excluding the beginner disciples who have already built a foundation, only less than 20% can break the "Xuantian Gong" to the seventh layer, and nearly half of the rest are in the sixth layer, and they have no understanding of the kung fu of the seventh layer of refining the essence, and it is difficult to understand it.

Shout!

The next moment, Li Qinghao made a move, his body was like a sword, his feet were like a sharp sword out of the sheath, a few feet of land was coming in an instant, the blade of the wide-bladed long sword in his hand was like snow, and it was divided into two in an instant, condensing two sword shadows that were almost substantial, shrouding the top of Qingliu's head and chest respectively.

One gasification and three clearing!

As soon as he made a move, Li Qinghao did not leave his hand, he remained vigilant, the sword style evolved to the extreme, he thought that the comprehension of the basic swordsmanship of the Xuantian Dao, the only swordsmanship, has reached the peak of the heart comprehension, just waiting for the opportunity to create, once an epiphany, you can enter the essence of the gods, truly one sword and three clear, and the completion is complete.

"Good swordsmanship!"

As soon as Li Qinghao took out the sword, many Tianya Peak disciples around the heavenly platform exclaimed, and even the supervising deacon on the heavenly platform also nodded secretly, Xuantian Dao established the world with three uniques, and the sword was famous all over the world, not only in the territory of Kyushu in the world, even in the countries of the four directions, and even in the demon countries of the four seas, there is also the reputation of Xuantian Dao swordsmanship.

For example, Li Qinghao's age, when he first got involved in kendo, this gasification Sanqing can first see his talent, and among the disciples of the outer court, he can already be above average.

Until the sharp breath of the sword came to the body, less than a foot away, on the heavenly platform, the clear stream still did not move.

Nine-inch, eight-inch, seven-inch, six-inch......

Three inches!

Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and even the deacon who was overseeing on the heavenly platform took a breath of his own vitality and was ready to make a move at any time.

Bite!

At this moment, Qingliu made a move, and the index finger and middle finger of his right hand rose together like a sword, and the sword finger turned into an afterimage, piercing through the two sword shadows, breaking through the void, and pointing on the sword body.

The sword move was truncated, Li Qinghao's chest stagnated, almost wanted to vomit blood, his footsteps moved, his body turned again, obviously he had also experienced a life-and-death battle, and the sword move changed again in a snap of his fingers, he ran extremely vigorously, a broad-bladed long sword seemed to be like an embroidery needle in his hand, he came out of the sword like the wind, sword after sword, the air was like a crack, and it was cut open one by one.

It is the disciples of the other five academies, and many people also sigh to themselves, the stabbing sword style, one of the basic swordsmanship, is in the hands of Li Qinghao, whether it is the strength of the sword or the grasp of the degree and angle, it is almost impeccable, and a wide-bladed long sword is like an arm in his hand, and there is no stagnation at all.

Li Qinghao is like this, and Qingliu makes many people's breathing stagnant, the black-handled long sword behind him has never been unsheathed, just a mortal body, two sword fingers, Huang Qingli is fast, Qingliu is faster, he even carries one hand behind him, and the other hand is like light, his eyes are indifferent, there is a light temperament, but every finger is not missing, every sword from Li Qinghao has not been stabbed half, it was cut off.

Ding, Ding, Ding!

The sword fingers collided with the sword body, and even gave birth to the sound of gold and iron, and later, this sound was connected into a string, and it turned into a long sword sound.