Chapter Fifty-Nine: The Eighth Waste Vein

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On this day, on the peak of the Wind Spirit Gate, there were many figures gathered at this moment, and these figures were divided into eight places, of which the first and fifth places had the largest number of people and the strongest momentum.

There are only about 20 people in the eighth place, and the momentum is the weakest.

These people are the eight-vein disciples of the Wind Spirit Sect.

The disciples of the eight veins looked at it at this moment, forming a circle, and in the center of it was a nine-pillar round platform, on top of these nine jade-colored stone pillars, there were eight figures, each standing one, which looked extremely ethereal at a glance.

These eight figures were all white-robed, and the head of the sect was on top of the stone pillar in the center, and the other seven-vein elders stood on the left and right sides.

Sun Xing's expression was indifferent, standing on a stone pillar on the far right side of the fairy wind bone, he looked calm and indifferent on the surface, but he was a little aggrieved in his heart.

From the time he became the Eighth Vein Elder, his status was the lowest, and at this moment, standing on the inconspicuous stone pillar on the far right, compared to the others, he immediately looked weaker.

Under the stone pillar where Sun Xing was erected, all the disciples of the eighth vein sat cross-legged.

Wang Cheng sat in the crowd, his cultivation at this moment looked like it was already the fourth layer of condensation, but in fact, his real cultivation had reached the ninth layer of condensation.

Two years is not a long time, but it is not a short time, at this moment, his strength is very different from a few years ago.

"Disciples of the Eight Veins, I am anxious for you today, but I want to announce a great event. ”

The head of the sect looked solemn, his eyes swept over the disciples, and he sighed a little secretly in his heart.

The group of disciples below looked serious at this moment, and today's formation was extremely solemn, except for the three ancestors of the sect, almost everyone had arrived.

"Tomorrow, it will be the ten-year fighting meeting between Qingxuanzong and my Fengling Sect, with the participation of inner disciples, this fighting meeting is very important, you ...... Are you ready?" came out of the master's serious words, and the disciples below all looked gloomy.

This fighting law conference has always been held every ten years, the last few fighting law conferences were all defeated by the wind spirit gate, lost to the many magic weapons of Qingxuan Sect, all the inner disciples with some qualifications, for this fighting law conference, the surface said that they were confident, but their hearts were very heavy, as if they were pressed by a boulder.

Seeing that the disciples were silent, Murong Mu, who was standing on the stone pillar on the left side of the master, looked slightly angry, and immediately shouted: "The Fighting Law Conference has not started yet, you are so decadent, you are simply a bunch of waste!"

As soon as the words fell, except for those senior disciples, some of the new disciples all glared angrily, but Murong Mu was an elder after all, and they didn't dare to offend, but they secretly clenched their fists.

Compared to the dark anger on the faces of others, Wang Cheng has always been very calm, Qingxuanzong he knows that it is the most subordinate sect of Daochen Sect, compared to this Fengling Sect, I am afraid it is much stronger.

However, Wang Cheng is a little interested in this fighting method, in the past few years, he has not fought with anyone except for cultivation every day, although he has a very clear understanding of his own strength, but he still wants to try to see how strong he is.

"It seems that this time, I am afraid that these inner disciples will not be able to win...... Anyway, it's time for my core disciple of the Wind Spirit Sect to appear. The head looked down, his eyes revealing a hint of determination.

"Core disciple...... Ten years ago, I sat in the life and death pass in the Ancestral Underground Palace, and at this time, I am afraid that I have reached the realm of foundation building, it seems that this time I will win the battle method!" The second vein elder on the first stone pillar on the right side of the head said in a slightly happy tone at this moment.

The head nodded solemnly, although he had core disciples, he also attached great importance to these inner disciples.

"Today, the disciples of the eight veins were summoned for a cultivation test, starting from the first vein, and came forward one after another. The head of the sect said in a strict tone, and soon the disciples of the first line stepped forward one after another.

"Zhao Wu, the seventh layer of condensation, has made great progress, but he can't be slack. ”

The first disciple of the first vein just stepped forward, and it didn't take long for the head of the sect to flash a trace of appreciation, and he slowly spoke, this first vein was in his control, and his strength was also the strongest in the entire sect.

"Liu Feng, ten layers of condensation. The indifferent voice of the head of the sect sounded, and in an instant, the expressions of the other seven-vein elders changed, and their eyes were full of envy. The disciples of the tenth layer of condensing qi are rare in every vein, almost none, but I didn't expect that there was one in the first vein of the master.

"Congratulations to the master, this Liu Feng is afraid that he will become the sixth core disciple in the future, and the first pulse really deserves to be the strongest pulse!" said the elder of the second vein with a look of envy, but he thought in his heart, if this Liu Feng is the second vein, then his status in this vein will be greatly improved.

Sun Xing looked at this Liu Feng, his face was full of envy, but he sighed a little in his heart, and his eyes swept over the disciples of the eighth vein, and his expression was indescribably lonely.

Soon, all the disciples of the first vein were tested by the head of the sect one by one, and the other seven vein elders looked solemn, and they had a better understanding of the strength of the first vein.

In fact, this test of cultivation is to show the strength of each vein, and after the general test, the status of each vein in the sect will be rearranged, obviously the strength of the first vein is still the strongest, and the status is still unshakable.

Immediately afterwards, the second vein disciple began to test, after the test was completed, the second vein elder's expression was a little ugly, after testing, his second vein cultivation was the highest disciple was only the eighth layer of qi condensation.

Eight layers of condensation...... Compared with the tenth layer of condensation, the gap is huge, and it seems to be a few chips, but fortunately, most of the disciples of the second vein are six layers of condensation, and there is no one below the fifth layer of condensation.

Inspecting cultivation, this process is slow to say, but it is less than half an hour, the disciples of the first three veins have all finished testing, and in the third vein, there is actually a disciple of the ninth layer of condensation, for a while, Murong Mu's expression has a trace of self-satisfaction, and the gaze of the elder of the second vein is a little proud.

The second vein elder looked even more ugly, and secretly decided that in the future, he would definitely cultivate a disciple of the tenth level of condensation!

Soon, the fourth and fifth vein disciples began to test, and the fourth vein elder's expression gradually became gloomy as he continued to test, until the last person, his fourth vein did not have a disciple of the eighth layer of condensation......

Fortunately, there are more than ten disciples at the seventh layer of Qi Condensation, and their status will not drop too much. The Fourth Vein Elder thought sadly in his heart, knowing that the more the status of the veins is lower, the less resources they will get, and the battle for status is also the battle for resources!

Without resources, cultivation is naturally not as fast as other disciples with sufficient resources.

The fifth vein is stronger than the fourth vein, and even the third vein is not as good as the fifth vein, because among the fifth vein, there are actually two disciples of the ninth layer of condensing qi, and for a while, the status of the fifth vein is second only to the first vein.

Sun Xing's expression was a little pale, in fact, the moment the cultivation test began, his expression became ugly, and he secretly thought to himself, maybe after this test, the name of his eighth vein waste vein, I am afraid that it will be completely confirmed......

Finally, the sixth and seventh veins have completed the test, and the status of these two veins has always been the bottom two or three, and there has not been much change after this test.

The Eighth Vein disciple stepped forward. The voice of the head came indifferently and slowly.

Suddenly, a group of disciples of the eighth vein stepped forward with a somewhat aggrieved expression, and the other disciples of the seventh vein looked at them with sarcasm and disdain in their eyes.

Feeling the contemptuous gaze of the other elders, Sun Xing's face turned a little red, but his heart was clenched his teeth, his eighth vein was many years ago, but it was the top three strong veins, if it weren't for the mysterious disappearance of an elder, and the core method of the illusion sword technique was lost, his eighth vein would not have ended up in such a situation.

"Senior Brother in charge, I don't think this eighth vein needs to be measured, so I can save some face for Senior Brother Sun. ”

The elder of the seventh vein, watching the disciple of the eighth vein come forward, suddenly said with a sarcastic expression, he and Sun Xing were mortal enemies in the early years, although after many years, the grievances have faded, but he is still a little unaccustomed to the eighth vein.

"Wang Laoqi, what do you mean by this, although my eighth vein is declining, it is the positive vein passed down by my ancestors!" Sun Xing opened his mouth angrily, and he was very worried that the head of the sect would not test the eighth vein.

You must know that if he tests his cultivation, his eighth vein will definitely be the weakest, but if he doesn't even test it, then his eighth vein will probably exist in name only, not only will the cultivation resources not be available, but I am afraid that even the region will be difficult to protect.

Hearing the four words of the ancestor, the head of the family looked as usual, but he was a little helpless in his heart, in fact, he also had the idea of disbanding this eighth vein, but after all, it was passed down by the ancestor, he could allocate less resources, but he could not directly abolish it.

Murong Mu's expression was indifferent, and at this moment, seeing the dispute between the seventh vein and the eighth vein, he said coldly: "Okay, okay, as an elder, you can maintain your demeanor in front of your disciples, after all, this eighth vein is passed down by the ancestors, in my opinion, it is better to test, but if no one reaches the sixth level of condensation qi or above, the cultivation resources in the future will be reduced by thirty." ”

Hearing this, the head nodded directly, he had ideas about reducing the resources of the eighth vein before, but he didn't find a suitable reason, and at this moment, following Murong Mu's words, he spoke.

"According to what Elder Murong said, the eighth vein disciple will come forward to test it. ”

Sun Xing's face was pale, and the momentum of the whole person was weakened, he sighed again and again in his heart, he was already glad to keep the existence of the eighth vein, minus thirty percent of the resources, then subtract it, he has not many disciples of the eighth vein, and the resources are three layers less, and the impact will not be too great......

It's just that for the future of his own lineage, Sun Xing feels more and more bleak, and he is lost in his heart, maybe his eighth lineage will be removed from the genealogy one day......

There were only about twenty people in the eighth vein, and after a while, all the disciples were tested, and the highest cultivation was a few of them at the sixth level of condensation.

Moreover, the one with the lowest cultivation turned out to be the fourth layer of condensation...... This person with the lowest cultivation is Wang Cheng.

"Hahaha, the eighth vein is really not as good as a year, Elder Sun Xing, your vein is worthy of being a waste vein, even the fourth-layer disciples of condensation qi. Wang Laoqi mocked unscrupulously, Sun Xing's face was expressionless, and the ridicule of outsiders was expected, except for helplessness, he could only sigh secretly.

In the end, the cultivation resources of the eighth vein, with the secondment of all the elders of the other seven veins, were subtracted by thirty percent.

Sun Xing left with a group of disciples, returned to the eighth vein, looked at the discouraged disciples, he sighed again, said a few words of encouragement, and returned to his cave......

As soon as Sun Xing left, Wang Chengcheng was about to go back, but the next moment, he suddenly found that there were many eyes around him staring at him.

"Hmph, it's only been three years since you started, and you've only been at the fourth level of condensation, and you're not only losing the face of our eighth vein, but also the face of the entire sect!"

"Senior Brother Chen Hu, this Wang Cheng is a waste, if it weren't for him today, our Eighth Vein would not be so embarrassed. ”

These disciples of the eighth vein, at this moment, all began to vent their sarcasm Wang Cheng, Wang Cheng understood in his heart, so he was silent for a while, and then turned to leave, he didn't say a word from beginning to end......