"Tulu Sect!" Mucheng, who was walking in front, stopped and looked at the approaching team with a frown. The Tuling Sect is a powerful sect second only to the Tiandao Sect. The disciples who participate in each competition are generally strong and are the Qingyun Sect's strong competitors in this tea party. Moreover, a type with such strong explosive power is generally not limited by the realm in the Lingwu realm. As long as it is used skillfully, it is likely to surpass the challenge. Just like Qin Ming, he was able to defeat Mu Zixiu in the seventh heaven when he was in the fifth heaven, relying on that brute force.
No sect wants to meet them in the tea party.
"Are you Qingyun Sect?" The Tuling Sect's team stood in front, generally about two meters away, with a sense of strength and overwhelming momentum from the inside out.
"Qingyun Sect, Mucheng!" Mucheng returned the greeting.
"Who is Yue Qing?" The disciple led by Tu Ling Sect is named Yang Yi. He is a strong man in the Xuanwu Realm. He is tall and strong but not bloated. He feels like a rock statue. He is not only strong and powerful, but also indestructible. sense of force.
Do they know Yueqing? Mucheng frowned slightly: "Yueqing has gone out for training and will not attend the tea party."
"Don't you dare to come? Humph, it's rare for Qingyun Sect to produce talented people, but you don't even have the courage to come."
"I can be your opponent!" Mucheng took two steps forward with great momentum. The golden sword flashed brightly, seeming to sense its master's fighting intent.
"You? Never heard of it." Yang Yi was indifferent.
"Jin Ling disciple, Golden Sword Mucheng, Xuanwu Realm, I will challenge you at the tea party." Mucheng declared war on the spot. He represents the Qingyun Sect and will never weaken his momentum. Even the terrifying Tuling Sect does not care. At this point, Qin Ming, Tieshanhe and others all stood on his side and took two steps forward in unison.
"Oh? Xuanwu Realm?" Yang Yi glanced at him a few more times. The nine Tuling Sect disciples behind him were also slightly surprised. There were actually two Xuanwu Realm disciples in the new generation of Qingyun Sect.
The elder who led the team interrupted with a smile: "Go and register first. There will be many opportunities for discussion in the future."
"Remember my name, Mucheng!" Mucheng walked past Yang Yi and followed the old man towards the depths of the manor.
Yang Yi sneered: "Interesting, the Qingyun Sect is coming in force this time. Let's go over and see what lineup the Qingyun Sect has sent this time."
Mucheng led the team into the auditorium. The auditorium was elegant and antique. There was a table in the middle and an old man was sitting there taking notes.
The old man looked at them and wrote down: "Is it the Qingyun Sect's team? Report your own realm and the time it will take for this realm to be stable."
"Mucheng, seventeen years old, Xuanwu realm, first level, promotion time, two months."
"Zhang Lan, sixteen years old, Lingwu Realm, Ninth Heaven, one and a half years."
"Li Nian, sixteen years old, Lingwu Realm, Ninth Heaven, one and a half years old."
"Murong Chong, sixteen years old, Lingwu Realm, Ninth Heaven, promotion time, one year and three months."
"Ling Xue, sixteen years old, Lingwu Realm, Ninth Heaven, promotion time, eight months."
"Tieshanhe, sixteen, Lingwu Realm, Ninth Heaven, promotion time, nine months."
This was originally a personal secret, but on the surface, the competition at the Eight Sects Tea Party was a 'competition meeting' and was friendly in nature, so before the start of each tea party, the disciples of each sect would truthfully announce their strength.
Zhang Lan, Li Nian, and Murong Chong, these three Jin Ling disciples have been stable in the ninth level of the Lingwu Realm for more than a year. They are half-stepped into the Xuanwu Realm. With their talents, as long as they have a suitable Opportunities can easily break through, and they are all sixteen years old.
Yang Yi and others stood outside the hall and nodded slowly. The Qingyun Sect disciples this year were indeed very strong, and they did not send any eighteen-year-old disciples.
The eight sects' tea party stipulates that participating disciples must be under the age of eighteen, but in the past, no one has brought disciples who are eighteen years old. The highest is seventeen years old. This is to highlight the potential of each sect and also the tacit understanding among the eight sects.
Han Qianye and others signed up one after another. They were all newly promoted to the ninth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm. The recording elder also nodded. The Qingyun Sect's team this time is very strong. There should be a great chance of competing for the top ten. It would be even more exciting if Qingyun Sect brought their genius disciple Yue Qing. It's just that people deliberately didn't bring it, maybe because they had their own considerations.
But when it was Qin Ming's turn, the atmosphere in the auditorium suddenly became silent.
"Qin Ming, fifteen years old, will turn sixteen in thirty-three days. Lingwu Realm, eighth level, promotion time, twenty days." Qin Ming finished reporting the information calmly, and looked at the old man who raised his head in confusion: " has a problem?"
"Eighth Heaven? Twenty days?" The old man in charge of recording thought he heard wrongly.
"Yeah." Qin Ming accepted the weird looks from everyone calmly.
"Haha!!" The Tuling Sect disciples outside the hall laughed directly.
"Eighth Heaven? The entire Qingyun Sect can't find a disciple of the Nineth Heaven? If it doesn't work, you can get an eighteen-year-old Nineth Heaven. If it doesn't work, you can force him to be promoted."
"What's going on with you guys? It's okay if Yue Qing doesn't come. Let's get some disciples from the Eighth Heaven to come over. Your Qingyun Sect has really opened the first tea party among the Eighth Sects, and it has lowered the level of the entire tea party by a whole Heaven."
"Is this kid really fifteen? He looks like he is eighteen."
"What is his identity? Could he be the illegitimate son of your sect master, brought here to gain experience?"
The disciples of the Tuling Sect were not only laughing at the Qingyun Sect, but also expressing their dissatisfaction. The Eight Sects Tea Party was known as the largest martial arts gathering in the new generation in the Northern Territory. There had never been any disciples below the Ninth Level Heaven, and no disciples below the Tenth Level had ever appeared. This is a pride for an eight-year-old disciple, and it is also a point of pride for all the contestants. But the Qingyun Sect suddenly brought such a little guy to the party, which affected the overall appearance of the Bazong Tea Party.
Mucheng and others' faces darkened, dissatisfied with Tu Lingzong's clamor, but this time no one spoke, including He Xiangtian.
They understand Qin Ming's character and there is no need for them to come forward at this time.
Qin Ming smiled slightly and shook the fist in his hand: "Make a bet. You can choose anyone to carry my fist. If I win, you apologize for what you just said. If I lose, I will leave Wuling City immediately with my baggage on my back. .”
It’s so simple and crude, don’t you accept it? Let's have a fight.
Yang Yi and the others laughed, really laughed: "Comparing with our Tu Ling Sect?"
"Only when you win the one you are most proud of can you be convinced." Qin Ming waved his arms and walked towards them: "Who is coming!!"
"Boy, are you serious?"
"Do I look like I'm kidding?"
"Haha, okay, since you strongly request it, I will reluctantly accept it." A young man with a strong physique walked out of the team, his strong muscles covered his body like ropes, his eyes were shining, his momentum was strong, and he gave people a strong feeling. sense of oppression. "There is no precedent for the Eighth Sect Tea Party in the Eighth Heaven. Should I clean it up for your Qingyun Sect?"
"Please!" Mucheng was indifferent.
"Tuling Sect, Zhao Kuo!" The young man's whole body tensed up, his fists turned inwards, and a fierce energy arose throughout his body, causing the wooden door of the synagogue to tremble slightly.
"Are you offended? I may have been a bit harsh. You... don't mind, right?"
"Haha!! Just come!!"
Qin Ming moved his body and walked over slowly. Five steps away, his eyes condensed, and the joints all over his body crackled. The Vajra Strength was strongly activated. He stood on tiptoe and suddenly jumped up. He accelerated in three steps and jumped up violently. , and punched Zhao Kuo in front of him.
Yang Yi and other disciples smiled lightly, not even intending to move away.
Zhao Kuo raised his arms at will, crossed them horizontally, and greeted Qin Ming's heavy punch with a cold face, fierce energy steaming in his arms. This kid must have practiced strength martial arts, right? But so what? By showing off your strength in front of Tu Ling Sect disciples, you are simply bringing humiliation to yourself.
King Kong! Infinite!
The power of Qin Ming Lun's punch suddenly increased sharply, as fast as thunder, and struck Zhao Kuo's arms in an instant.
Fivefold increase! Eight thousand pounds of explosive power!
Zhao Kuo's expression suddenly changed, he was caught off guard, his arms hit his chest hard, he lost control of his body on the spot, and staggered back.
"What?" Yang Yi and others were all stunned.
"Can you handle it?" Qin Ming's voice asked, and he strode closer. Before Zhao Kuo could steady himself, his fists struck him continuously, bang bang bang, raindrops falling on him, making him retreat repeatedly.
In a matter of seconds, more than thirty punches hit Zhao Kuo forcefully and he was knocked back more than ten meters.
"Bastard!" Zhao Kuo forced himself to steady himself and was about to show off his power, but Qin Ming followed closely and suddenly pushed out a palm, hitting his neck and chin firmly.
King Kong Pagoda!
Zhao Kuo leaned back from the ground, and Qin Ming flipped on the spot, sweeping his side of his body with his leg, like an iron whip, and flew away.
Everyone was in an uproar, even several old people stood up.
"Isn't it just a move?" Yang Yi and others looked ugly. Why did they start fighting directly
"Did you say you would take another move?" Tieshanhe sneered.
At this moment, Qin Ming stomped Zhao Kuo away again and grabbed his ankle. The muscles all over his body squirmed and his strength exploded, taking his turn to smash into the rockery in front of him.
With a rumble, the rockery collapsed and rocks rolled.
Everyone gasped! Cruel enough!
Zhao Kuo was really stunned. He just took it as a punch. Who knew that Qin Ming came for a fierce battle from the beginning, and took advantage of his illness to kill him. The fierce and violent offensive continued without giving him any room to relax.
"Tu Lingzong, that's all!" Qin Ming strode wildly, turning Zhao Kuo around like a leather whip, banging everywhere, hitting the ground, rockery, stone table, and even old trees. Zhao Kuo tried to resist several times, but was violently pushed back by Qin Ming.
The scene was so heated that even Mucheng and the others frowned frequently, "Oh no, it's going to cause a big fuss!"
Qin Ming suddenly let go and threw Zhao Kuo away.
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