In the endless depths of the mountains, outside a small valley, the turquoise wind suddenly stopped blowing.

Shi Xiaole, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, opened his eyes.

At the same time, there was a violent but orderly eruption, like an internal force composed of countless fine needles stretching outward, and within a radius of ten meters, the mountains, rocks, soil, grass and trees all snorted, as if they had been penetrated.

The fine stones were pushed into the distance, and when Shi Xiaole changed his breathing, the stones were sucked up again and returned to their original positions, without any difference.

This is a sign that Brahmana is like oneness and transcends small success.

The more esoteric the internal strength, the more time is needed to accumulate, which is also true and incorrect.

That's right, because, in the realm of ordinary people, it is.

No, because when a person's perception is otherworldly, any common sense will be broken.

Shi Xiaole's comprehension was originally high, and after being blown by the wind of inspiration all day long, his comprehension improved in a straight line, and it had reached the point of demonism, which made him cultivate Brahma Ruyi to an extremely high level in a short period of time.

If the small success of Brahma and self is considered to be a three-percent realm, then at this moment, he is at least four-five.

And that's not all.

The ascension of Brahma and self is the same, and even Shi Xiaole's cultivation has also advanced by leaps and bounds, from the middle stage of the fourfold qi acceptance to two levels in a row, reaching the early stage of the sevenfold qi absorption realm.

At this moment, the internal force in his body can only be described as a surging river, and his mind moves, flowing through his whole body, as if it is endless and never exhausted.

"How strong am I now?"

Shi Xiaole frowned.

In the middle stage of the fourfold Qi Acceptance, he has the ability to fight the masters of the late stage of the Ninefold Qi Acceptance, not counting the others, just after cultivating to improve the twofold, it is no effort to kill the latter.

And if you count the Brahma I who surpassed Xiaocheng, his strength will be raised by at least one grade.

But that's far from all.

You must know that Shi Xiaole's strongest has never been cultivation, but the realm of martial arts.

To be honest, after half a year's hard work, coupled with the perception during this time, he didn't know how far his martial arts realm had reached, and then combined with cultivation, the progress was so great that even Shi Xiaole, the initiator, was a little afraid.

This feeling is like a lake hidden in the body, and the average opponent is not even qualified to make him ripple.

"All of this is thanks to the wind of inspiration. ”

Shi Xiaole stood up and looked ahead.

There was no wind blowing out of the valley anymore, and when he walked in, there was silence all around, and a stone monument caught his attention.

"The valley of the wind is leisurely, traveling in the world, both grace and righteousness, giving and returning. ”

Sixteen big characters come into view.

"Windy Valley?"

Shi Xiaole nodded: "Thanks to the love of Wind Valley, there will be a good reward in the future." ”

The rivers and lakes are so big that there are no surprises.

Shi Xiaole didn't know where Wind Valley was, nor where it drifted to, he only knew that he had suffered from Wind Valley, and he couldn't help but report it.

Turning his head to look around, there was a vast vastness, and what had happened before seemed like a dream. Shi Xiaole was afraid that he would delay the important matter, so he immediately called Qingfeng and drove away.

......

Tomorrow is the day of the opening of the Heroes Competition, and there are people everywhere around the Yingxia Mountain Range.

From above, it looks as if the Black Sea encloses the entire mountain range, and around the Black Sea, there are countless tributaries pouring into the middle.

"In previous years, the number of spectators reached more than 20 million, but this year I am afraid that there will be no less than 30 million. ”

In the sea of people in one of the tributaries, a middle-aged man wearing a blue scarf and a long robe of the same color sighed.

"There are so many masters. ”

Next to the middle-aged man, a group of young people, including several old men, were all shocked.

I knew that the Heroes Competition was very grand, but I didn't expect it to be so grand, in all directions, it seemed to gather the masters of the entire Qingxue Prefecture rivers and lakes.

The aura of a martial artist is not easily leaked, but the eyesight of several people still has it, such as the castle master of the Dragon Castle, who is known as the number one master in the Cloud Triangle, Yue Changzheng, the 'Nine Present Cloud Dragons', followed by a middle-aged man who was not good-looking, looking respectful.

And the middle-aged man had a restrained face, didn't say a word in the crowd, and was very low-key, obviously afraid of causing trouble and it was difficult to clean up.

It is conceivable how many masters there are on the scene.

"If you don't walk outside, you don't know how big the world is. ”

The middle-aged man, that is, the head of the Sword Painting School, Yu Fangge sighed.

Beside him were the Second Elder, the Fourth Elder, the eldest disciple Yuan Qiuwei, the second disciple Xiao Yuanbo, the third disciple Mao Wenjing, and several other outstanding Sword Painting School disciples.

The rivers and lakes are sinister, in order to ensure safety, the fellow rivers and lakes in the Cloud Triangle basically come in groups, such as their branch, which is a member of the Cloud Sky Alliance led by Shocking Dragon Castle.

Originally, with the status of the Sword Painting Sect, they should have followed behind the team, but this time they were ranked in the first echelon, only behind the four major sects in the field, namely Dragon Castle, Cloud Sword Pavilion, Qiandi Sect and Overlord Sword Sect.

And all this because of one person.

Shi Xiaole.

Thinking of this proud disciple and nephew who is not a disciple, Yu Fangge is proud and emotional.

Appreciating Xueping's sword and sword, and the Red Blood Altar eliminated demons with one sword, the rise of that young man was so sudden that everyone, including him, was caught off guard.

No one knows his secret, just like a meteorite streaking across the night sky, suddenly becoming a meteor and shining on the rivers and lakes.

Since Shi Xiaole left the Cloud Triangle, there has been little news circulating. The only time, that is, Liu Mengse, Zuo Feiyang and Ba Renxiong talked about his battle with the first-class heroes of the floating valley.

At that time, people knew that this amazing teenager had made amazing progress.

Xiaole, I don't know how far you are now?

Yu Fangge thought secretly.

"I should be able to meet my junior brother this time. ”

Xiao Yuanbo behind him suddenly laughed, full of nostalgia.

"It's not as easy as you think. ”

Yuan Qiuwei shook his head and said: "I believe that the junior brother will come, but there are too many young masters who have arrived, and only those who have passed the first few levels are qualified to climb Yingxia Mountain and fight in the ring." If the junior brother can't break through, there are so many people on the scene, we may not be able to find each other. ”

Mao Wenjing, who had never spoken, said: "With the skills of the little junior brother, you should be able to break through." ”

When Yuan Qiuwei heard this, he smiled helplessly and said: "Last time, many of our authentic sects in the Cloud Delta were as talented as the four heroes, but in the end, only three of them passed the first few levels. ”

Xiao Yuanbo, Mao Wenjing, and other disciples of the Sword Painting School who listened with great interest were all taken aback.

They only know that no one has been selected for the Little Heroes list in the Cloud Triangle for decades, but they don't know that there is still such a situation, and even the first few levels are almost wiped out?

Shi Xiaole's talent is recognized to be one grade stronger than Si Yingxiu, but according to this probability, it seems to be difficult to pass the first few levels.

After all, Shi Xiaole is only seventeen years old, and he is too disadvantaged at this age, and he has no time to cash in on his talents.

"I am the first person of the younger generation in the Cloud Triangle, 'Fragrance in the Snow' Xue Yuxiang, who was twenty-three years old when I participated in the last competition, but I didn't even pass the first round of the ring battle. ”

As if he didn't stop fighting the dead, Yuan Qiuwei continued.

At this moment, not to mention the Sword Painting Sect, even many disciples in other sects who were not familiar with the situation felt staggered.

The difficulty is so terrible?

Twenty-three-year-old Xue Yuxiang is far ahead of the rest of the Cloud Triangle in strength, but she hasn't even passed the first round.

"It's not a human race. ”

Xiao Yuanbo shook his head and smiled bitterly.

The talent of the little junior brother, even if he is stronger than Xue Yuxiang, but at the age of seventeen, his strength is definitely not as good as that of the twenty-three-year-old Xue Yuxiang, and the level of this class is recognized as the best in a hundred years.

In this way, I am afraid that the little junior brother will not even be able to climb the ring of Yingxia Mountain.

"That's it, the geniuses in the outside world are too terrifying, I'm waiting for the participation, and it's not bad to be able to see it. ”

A disciple of the sect sighed, attracting everyone's echo.

Indeed, people are self-aware, and it is great to be able to participate in such a grand event. Some stages are not destined to belong to them.

In the tributaries of the other Cloud Triangle, all the people traveling are authentic sects. And there is a team of people in it, but it is Jinfenglou.

The fact that the Whale Lake gang attacked Jinfenglou finally reached the ears of many people, and the strength shown by Su Yanru made many authentic sect leaders dare not underestimate it.

The most important thing is that just a few months ago, Jin Fenglou somehow actually got the Qingxue Alliance's gang building token and officially became an authentic sect.

Originally, Su Yanru wanted to walk with the Sword Painting Sect, but the rule of the past dynasties was that the authentic sect and the wild sect were separated, and she was temporarily unable to destroy it, so she had to dispel this idea.

"Landlord, in half an hour, we will be in the Yingxia Mountain Range. ”

Outside the carriage, Meng Qi could not hide his excitement.

Su Yanru snorted.

The gathering of heroes and the turbulent scene made her heart fluctuate, but the only thing that could really make her suffer was the young man who left ruthlessly two years ago.

I don't know, has he changed now, is he okay?

"If the young landlord can climb the Yingxia Mountain, it will be majestic. ”

Looking at the heroic heroes around him and in the distance, Meng Qi couldn't help but read.

Unlike other forces in the Cloud Triangle, Jin Fenglou paid special attention to Shi Xiaole's situation, so the movements he created in the floating river basin were clear to Meng Qi.

Originally, he was full of confidence in Shi Xiaole, but what he saw and heard along the way, as well as the deeds made by geniuses and junjie who emerged in several other domains, were more exaggerated than the other.

He even learned that the identity of the Bronze Banner Commander was only standard in some domains, and it was not worth mentioning at all.

So by now, there was not much faith left for Monchi.

The crowd was huge, and finally before sunset, they poured into the periphery of the Yingxia Mountains. The mountains stretch endlessly, and the sea of people also stretches endlessly, Su Yanru and the others stood on a high slope, and they couldn't see the edge.

In the middle of the night, the bonfires lit in the mountains were brighter than the stars in the sky, and the sound continued until the early hours of the morning.

The next day, before dawn, three large bells rang in succession, as if from the sky.

Rumble!

It was like a pot of water suddenly boiling, and on the periphery of the mountain range, countless cries rang out, and countless eyes looked ahead, their eyes were hot.

This is the chivalrous opening bell, which rang three times in a row, and the Heroes Contest officially opened.