After the quota for the Eight Sects Tea Party was announced, everyone in the Qingyun Sect was excited.
It turns out that before I knew it, it was the day of the Bazong Tea Party again.
The Qingyun Sect has failed to achieve good rankings in three consecutive tea parties. Not only are the elders feeling pressured, but the new generation of disciples also feel that their faces are dull. But this time it seems to be different. The lineup is unprecedented. Even without Yue Qing participating, the four The strength of Jin Ling's disciples, Tieshanhe and others is still very strong, and the overall lineup is far superior to previous ones.
The elders in the sect are very confident, and the disciples are also discussing it enthusiastically.
"What ranking can Mucheng achieve? Can he break into the top five!"
"Will Tieshanhe and Lingxue perform better than the other three Jin Ling disciples?"
"Who will be the dark horse of this Eighth Tea Party?"
"Why doesn't Yue Qing participate? If she passes, the top three will be fine!"
"What kind of lineup will the other seven sects send?"
"The Bazong Tea Party, I really hope I can attend it, I might as well go and see it."
The elders allowed their disciples to discuss, hoping that the lively momentum of the whole sect would encourage Mucheng and the others who were about to compete.
The sect leader personally met with the ten participating disciples, including Mu Cheng and Ling Xue, and distributed sufficient spiritual herbs and precious medicines to each of them to ensure that they could perform at their strongest during the tea party competition and demonstrate the power of the Qingyun Sect.
The atmosphere in the whole sect was very lively, everyone was encouraging Mu Cheng and the others, but Qin Ming was forgotten.
Qin Ming did not give up and ignored it. When the atmosphere on the ground was hot and exciting, he practiced the Shura Sword underground in a dark and humid cage, experiencing the cruelest transformation in his life so far.
The remnant soul awakened the Shura Sword again and again, and Qin Ming felt the Shura Killing World again and again.
The shrill wails and painful groans echoed in the dungeon for a long time, no matter day or night.
Even the guarding disciples felt panicked, wondering what was going on down there, but they didn't dare to go down and take a look, what if that kid went crazy
Qin Ming would suffer severe pain every time. The black energy of the Shura Sword seemed to tear his body into pieces, and the murderous thoughts of the Shura Killing World seemed to devour his soul.
The pain was worse than death again and again, and the heart-rending screams were made again and again.
I was in so much pain that I fainted several times while curling up.
Eventually even my voice became hoarse.
Qin Ming was really about to collapse at the beginning, but every time he collapsed, what came to his mind were his relatives, their voices and smiles, the sweetness and warmth of the past; every time he collapsed, what rang in his ears was his father's admonition - the weak If you don't have a good death, the strong will not have a good life. You must be the strong one! Forever strong!
Qin Ming's Life Skill is his biggest support, and it allows him to recover the fastest every time he falls.
Remnant Soul's opinion was to endure it ten times a day and digest it slowly, but Qin Ming forcibly increased it to fifty times, trying day and night, almost to the point of madness.
Gradually, Qin Ming began to accept, guide, and control.
Shura Sword Qi also tempered Qin Ming in repeated ravages.
Five days later, Qin Ming advanced to the eighth level in the purgatory-like grind.
Although this tempering was worse than life and too cruel to bear, the changes it brought to Qin Ming were tantamount to a rebirth. Before, it was just a tough physical body, but now power is emerging from the inside out. This is just an additional 'gift' produced by the Shura Blade Qi and Shengsheng Jue's 'destruction and repair again and again'.
Five more days! It was time for Mu Cheng and the others to set off for the Bazong Tea Party.
Huyan Zhuozhuo finally arrived at the underground cage, got straight to the point, and asked directly: "Realm!"
"Eighth Heaven! Steady!" Qin Ming turned his back to the warehouse, his whole body was filled with black energy, his head was lowered, his voice was hoarse, and he was holding a black knife in his palm. This was not a real Shura knife, but one that absorbed Dantian. The 'clone' formed by the sword energy condensed inside is the form of the Shura sword appearing outside Qin Ming's body.
It was bone-chilling and murderous. Even Qin Ming felt the murderous intent, as if he was holding a small god of death.
"My father has already arrived at Qingyun Sect." Huyan Zhuozhuo shook the key in his hand and said with a simple smile: "I wish you to become famous in the Eight Sects in advance."
"Huyan Zhuozhuo." Qin Ming stood up slowly.
"What else are you asking for?" Now that Huyan Zhuozhuo has made a decision, he will go all out. This is his character.
"You will not regret today's decision." Qin Ming clenched his right hand, and the Shura sword energy quietly dissipated.
In the Dantian Qi sea, the eyes gradually closed, and a low voice faintly returned to the**: "Go, your first battle to become famous, release it with all your strength. One Shura sword is enough to sweep across the eight sects in the Northern Territory."
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The First Martial Arts Arena, the largest and most magnificent martial arts arena of the Qingyun Sect, is not usually open to the public and is only used for training by Jin Ling disciples and a few middle-aged disciples.
Today it was a huge crowd, thousands of disciples gathered here to see their 'hero' off.
Four Jin Ling disciples stood at the front, 'Golden Sword' Mucheng, 'Youhuo' Zhang Lan, 'Suyi' Li Nian, and 'Huanhai' Murong Chong.
This is the strongest representative of the new generation. Not only is he powerful, he is also talented and has a strong aura. He has been famous in Qingyun Sect for several years.
Behind them are Tieshanhe, Lingxue, He Xiangtian, Han Qianye, Ding Dian, and Zou Yao. The six strongest people of the new generation are all direct disciples. Their comprehensive strength in all aspects is strong enough to represent the Qingyun Sect. Eight tea parties.
Especially Tieshanhe and Lingxue, whose reputation and strength are not inferior to those of Jin Ling disciples!
No one has any objections to this lineup.
The five elders brought more than thirty middle-aged disciples to the martial arts stage. They would also attend the tea party of the eight sects and accompany the sect leader to meet with the senior officials of other sects.
"Hello, elder!" Mu Cheng and others nodded.
"You are in good spirits." The five elders responded with a smile and walked to the front to discuss the itinerary with the middle-aged disciples.
"Why didn't the sect master come over?" Ding Dian muttered. Although he was ugly and had a gangster air, he had a good relationship with the handsome Han Qianye.
"Hand over the sect affairs." Han Qianye stood calmly in the team. He was not used to being surrounded by thousands of disciples, which made him very uncomfortable.
Ding Dian twisted his neck and made a crunching sound: "I can't wait! Zongli has high expectations for us this time. Let's not be dismissed as soon as we debut."
"We should be able to hold on for a few games, but we are afraid that some people will hold us back." Han Qianye said lightly, neither light nor heavy, and it happened to spread among their team.
He Xiangtian was accepting the worship of his disciples with a smile on his face. When he heard this, his face immediately darkened: "Han Qianye, who are you talking about?"
"Just a reminder to everyone, I don't mean to be mean to anyone, so you don't have to jump out in a hurry." Han Qianye has always been at odds with He Xiangtian, and does not recognize He Xiangtian's strength.
He Xiangtian sneered: "You are the least qualified among the six direct disciples, and you still have the nerve to show off here."
Zou Yao took the initiative to stand next to He Xiangtian and raised her lips: "We are not just going to participate in the competition, we also represent the image of Qingyun Sect. You said that you, a guy who is neither male nor female, insist on participating, how can other sects do it?" Looking at us?”
Zou Yao is the granddaughter of an elder of the Qingyun Sect. She is talented and powerful, and has a close relationship with He Xiangtian.
Ding Dian's face turned cold: "You man and a woman! Are you done?"
Tieshanhe, Lingxue and others had expressionless faces, as if they hadn't heard anything and had no intention of paying attention.
This team is not as harmonious as the disciples saw.
However, the elder in front couldn't listen anymore and deliberately coughed twice, dissatisfied with their internal strife.
Zou Yao walked to the front and took an elder's arm with a smile: "Elder Helianzhong, why isn't the sect master here yet? We have been waiting for a long time."
Elder Helian said indifferently: "Just wait, there is a distinguished guest from the sect, and the sect leader is receiving him."
"What kind of guest is such a big guest?" Zou Yao was surprised. They were all about to set off. Who could drag the sect master down
"The patriarch of the Huyan family."
"Oh? What is he doing here?" Not only Zou Yao was surprised, but Ding Dian and the others were also surprised. The Huyan family has become stronger and stronger in recent years. Not only has the Chamber of Commerce spread throughout the Northern Territory, but there are more and more powerful people in the clan, and their relationship with the Qingyun Sect has also become closer. Is it important to come to visit at such a critical moment
The elders didn't say anything. They also wondered why the patriarch of the Huyan family chose to visit at this time and specifically stopped the clan leader to talk privately.
"It doesn't matter, just wait, I'll leave when it's time." Han Qianye deliberately walked to the side to distance himself from He Xiangtian.
Qin Ming came to the martial arts arena, walked to the front of the crowd, glanced at the ten disciples on the martial arts stage, smiled, and walked over. He first went back to the warehouse to take a shower and change into clean clothes, then packed his luggage and came over with the baggage on his back.
The disciples nearby were very surprised, why did this kid come out of the dungeon? Where are you going with your baggage
Huyan Zhuozhuo rushed up to meet him and said with a smile: "Master Qin, please come this way."
Qin Ming followed Huyan Zhuozhuo to the stage and went directly to the expedition team.
The whole place was slightly quiet, and people were confused. What was this
Mucheng and others frowned slightly, "What are you doing here?"
Huyan Zhuozhuo held Qin Ming's hand with a smile and walked toward them. He nodded and smiled at the five elders in front of him: "Sorry, we are late."
Helianzhong raised his hand to stop them, his face darkened: "Who asked you to come up! Don't make trouble!"
"Huh? You haven't received the notification yet?"
"What notification?"
"Substitute someone."
"Who?" The elders were surprised, and Mucheng and the others were even more surprised.
"Qin ordered to attend the Eight Sects Tea Party."
The five elders were slightly startled and laughed in unison: "Stop messing around and get down quickly." Mobile phone users please browse and read for a better reading experience.