After the quotas for the eight sect tea parties were announced, everyone in the Qingyun sect was excited.
It turned out that it was the day of the eight sects tea party without knowing it.
Qingyun Sect has failed to get a good ranking in three tea parties in a row. Not only the elders are under pressure, but the new generation of disciples feel dull, but this time it seems to be different, the lineup is unprecedented, even if there is no Yueqing participating, the four Disciple Jin Ling, Tieshanhe and others are still very strong, and the overall lineup is far superior to the previous ones.
The elders in the sect are very confident, and the disciples are also discussing it in full swing.
"What ranking can Mu Cheng get? Can he break into the top five!"
"Will Tieshanhe and Lingxue perform better than the other three Jinling disciples?"
"Who will be the dark horse of this year's Eight Sects Tea Party?"
"Why doesn't Yueqing participate? If she passes, the top three will be fine!"
"What kind of lineup will the other seven sects send out?"
"Eight sects tea party, I really hope to participate, it's good to go and have a look."
The elders let the disciples discuss, and hoped that the lively momentum of the whole sect would encourage Mu Cheng and the others who were about to participate in the competition.
The suzerain personally received Mu Cheng, Ling Xue and other ten participating disciples, and each distributed a sufficient amount of spiritual herbs and precious medicines to ensure that they could perform at their best in the tea party competition and show the strength of Qingyun sect.
The atmosphere of the whole sect was very lively, they were all encouraging Mu Cheng and the others, but Qin Ming was forgotten.
Qin Ming didn't give up and ignored it. When the atmosphere on the ground was hot and exciting, he practiced the Asura Saber underground in a dark and humid cage, experiencing the cruelest transformation in his life so far.
The remnant soul awakened Shura's sword again and again, and Qin Ming felt Shura's killing world again and again.
The mournful wailing and painful moan echoed in the dungeon for a long time, no matter day or night.
Even the guarding disciples felt panicked, wondering what was going on underneath, but they didn't dare to go down and look, what if that kid went crazy
Qin Ming would suffer severe pain every time, the black energy of Shura's knife seemed to tear his body apart, and the killing thought of Shura's killing world seemed to swallow his soul.
Again and again the pain that would make life worse than death, and the heart-piercing screams again and again.
The pain was so painful that he fainted several times while curling up.
Eventually even the voice became hoarse.
Qin Ming was really going to collapse at the beginning, but every time he collapsed, his relatives, their voices and smiles, the sweetness and warmth of that year came to mind; You must not die well, the strong must not live well, you must be strong! Forever strong!
Qin Ming has a life-and-death decision, which is his greatest reliance, and it can make him recover the fastest every time he falls down.
Remnant Soul's opinion is to endure ten times a day and slowly digest it, but Qin Ming forcibly added it to fifty times, trying day and night, almost crazy.
Gradually, Qin Ming began to bear, began to guide, and began to control.
Shura's saber energy also tempered Qin Ming in the repeated destruction.
Five days later, Qin Ming was promoted to the eighth heaven in the purgatory-like temper.
Although this tempering was worse than life, it was so cruel that it was unbearable, but the changes it brought to Qin Ming were tantamount to reborn. In the past, it was just a tough physical body, but now strength is emerging from the inside out. This is just an additional 'gift' produced by Shura Saber Qi and Shengshengjue' destroying and repairing again and again'.
Another five days! It was time for Mu Cheng and the others to set off for the Eight Sect Tea Party.
Huyan Zhuozhuo finally came to the underground cage, straight to the point, and asked directly: "Realm!"
"Eight Heavens! 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 small black knife in his palm. The 'clone' formed by the condensed sword energy in the body is the form in which the Shura sword appeared outside Qin Ming's body.
It was icy cold and murderous, and even Qin Ming felt the killing intent to the bones, as if holding a little death god.
"My father has already arrived at Qingyun Sect." Huyan Zhuozhuo shook the key in his hand, with a simple and honest smile: "I wish you fame in advance."
"Huyan Zhuozhuo." Qin Ming got up slowly.
"What else is there to ask?" Now that Huyan Zhuozhuo has made a decision, he will go all out. This is his character.
"You won't regret today's decision." Qin Ming clenched his right hand, and the Asura Saber Qi quietly dissipated.
In the sea of dantian qi, those eyes gradually closed, and a deep voice echoed faintly: "Go, your famous first battle, release it with all your strength. A Shura knife is enough to sweep the eight sects of the Northern Region."
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The first martial arts arena, the largest and most magnificent martial arts arena of Qingyun Sect, is usually not open to the public, it is only for Jin Ling disciples and a few middle-aged disciples to practice.
Today it was crowded with thousands of disciples, who gathered here to see off their 'heroes'.
Four Jin Ling disciples stood at the front, 'Golden Sword' Mu Cheng, 'You Huo' Zhang Lan, 'Su Yi' Li Nian, and 'Illusive Sea' Murong Chong.
This is the strongest representative of the new generation, not only has the strength, but also has the talent, has the aura of a strong person, and has been famous in the Qingyun sect for several years.
Behind them are Tieshanhe, Lingxue, He Xiangtian, Han Qianye, Ding Dian, and Zou Yao, the six strongest men of the new generation, all of whom are direct disciples, and 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 weaker than disciple Jin Ling!
No one has any objections to this lineup.
The five elders brought more than 30 middle-aged disciples to Yanwutai. They will also participate in the tea party of the eight sects, and accompany the suzerain to meet with the high-level officials of other sects.
"Hello, elder!" Mu Cheng and others nodded.
"Your spirit is good." The five elders responded with a smile, and went to the front to discuss the itinerary with the middle-aged disciples.
"Why didn't the suzerain come here?" Ding Dian muttered, although he was ugly and gangster-like, he had a good relationship with the handsome Han Qianye.
"Let's hand over the affairs of the sect." Han Qianye stood indifferently in the line, not used to being surrounded by thousands of disciples, which made him very uncomfortable.
Ding Dian twisted his neck, creaking loudly: "I can't wait! This time Zongli has high expectations for us, we don't want to be brushed off right after our debut."
"The few of us should be able to last for a few games, just afraid that some people will hold 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, and his face darkened immediately when he heard this: "Han Qianye, who are you talking about?"
"It's just a reminder to everyone. You don't mean to be true to anyone. You don't have to jump out in a hurry." Han Qianye has always been at odds with He Xiangtian, and he doesn't recognize He Xiangtian's strength.
He Xiangtian sneered: "You are the most unqualified person among the six personal disciples, you still have the face to show it here."
Zou Yao took the initiative to stand beside He Xiangtian, and raised the corners of her mouth: "We are not only going to participate in the competition, but also represent the image of Qingyun Sect. You said that you, a guy who is neither male nor female, insists on participating, so what about other sects?" see us?"
Zou Yao is the granddaughter of an elder of Qingyun Sect. She is talented and powerful, and has a close relationship with He Xiangtian.
Ding Dian's face turned cold: "Dogs and men and women! Are you finished?"
Tieshanhe, Lingxue and others were expressionless, as if they hadn't heard anything, let alone responded.
This team is not as harmonious as the disciples saw.
On the contrary, the elder in front couldn't listen any longer, and deliberately coughed twice, very dissatisfied with their internal strife.
Zou Yao walked to the front, and smiled and took an elder's arm: "Elder He Lianzhong, why hasn't the suzerain come yet? We've been waiting for a long time."
Elder Helian said indifferently: "Just wait, a distinguished guest has come to the sect, and the suzerain is receiving it."
"Why is the honored guest so important?" Zou Yao wondered, they were all set off immediately, who could drag the suzerain down
"The patriarch of the Huyan family."
"Oh? What is he here for?" Not only Zou Yao was surprised, but Ding Dian and the others were also surprised. The Huyan family has become more and more powerful in recent years. Not only have the chambers of commerce spread all over the Northern Territory, but there are also more and more powerful people in the sect, and the relationship with the Qingyun sect has become closer. It's just that it's important to visit at such a critical moment.
The elders didn't speak. They also wondered why the patriarch of the Huyan family chose to visit at this time, and even called the suzerain to talk privately.
"It doesn't matter, just wait, I will leave when it's time to leave." Han Qianye deliberately walked to the side to distance himself from He Xiangtian.
Qin Ming came to the martial arts field, walked to the front of the crowd, glanced at the ten disciples on the martial arts stage, smiled, and walked over directly. He went back to the warehouse to take a shower and changed into clean clothes before he packed his luggage and came here with his pack on his back.
The disciples next to him were very surprised, how did this kid come out of the dungeon? Where are you going with your luggage
Huyan Zhuozhuo stepped forward to meet him quickly, and said with a smile: "Young Master Qin, this way please."
Qin Ming followed Huyan Zhuozhuo to the stage and walked directly to the expedition team.
The audience was a little quiet, and people were puzzled, what is this for
Mu Cheng and the others frowned slightly, what are you doing here
Huyan Zhuo Zhuo held Qin Ming's hand with a smile and walked towards them, while nodding and laughing at the five elders in front: "Sorry, we are late."
Helian raised his hand again to stop them, his face darkened: "Who told you to come up! Don't make trouble!"
"Huh? You haven't been notified yet?"
"What notice?"
"Change."
"Who should I replace?" The elders were surprised, and Mu Cheng and the others were even more surprised.
"Qin ordered to attend the Eight Sect Tea Party."
The five elders were slightly taken aback, and they all smiled at the same time: "Stop messing around, hurry down."