The Heavens: Thousands of Households Starting from Number One in the World

Chapter 158 The Black Stick Zhang Xiaofan

The days passed leisurely.

Ever since Meng Jing defeated Cangsong with the spell that froze the entire world with extreme ice, all the disciples of Qing Yun Sect were talking about it. They were all curious about what kind of spell Meng Jing practiced?
It can actually freeze tens of miles around, even the dark clouds in the sky, and even the sea of ​​clouds and thunder.

They were not ashamed to ask their subordinates and asked their masters, only to learn that Uncle Meng Jing Shi Zhan was one of Qingyun's Four Great Sword Art, a sword art to control the coldness of the world.

It is said that even the space can be frozen when practiced to the extreme depths, but it is only because of this sword formula that only Meng Jing has practiced to such a level in Qingyunmen for thousands of years.

After the next battle, the disciples of Fenghui Peak raised their heads high and looked at the disciples of Longshou Peak with their nostrils, and the disciples of Longshou Peak were all very angry and threatened to teach Fenghuifeng disciples severely in the Qimai Huiwu.

During this period of time, a piece of news came out from the Palace of Jade Purity that drove all the disciples crazy.

Two years later, in the Qimai Martial Arts Competition, the winner will be rewarded with a Nine Heavens Divine Weapon, and the second place winner will be rewarded with a top-grade magic weapon.

When the news came out, all the disciples of Qingyun were as excited as if they had been beaten with chicken blood. They worked hard and practiced every day and night, especially those disciples who could participate in the martial arts competition. They were even more crazy. era.

Two years is very short for a cultivator.

But it is really difficult for the first seat and the disciples who are about to participate in the martial arts competition.

Ever since Daoxuan announced that the Dragon Slaying Sword would be the prize for the winner, the leaders of all the peaks have participated in teaching the disciples, and even Tian Buyi had to seize the slightest chance to train the disciples crazily.

Qingyun changed from being led by a master to relying on individuals to practice, and disciples entered the door, relying on the master to practice.

Even the masters specially traveled all over China in the past two years to search for magical medicines to refine elixirs and feed them to their favorite disciples, among whom Tian Buyi is the representative.

Although Cangsong was defeated, it didn't mean he would give up the Dragon Slaying Sword. Qi Hao became the worst son of Longshou Peak.

Shuiyue would tell Lu Xueqi every night before going to bed, the more Nine Heavens Divine Soldiers, the better, Xueqi, you must work hard to cultivate.

And in the mountain behind Fenghui Peak.

Zeng Shushu faced the stormy attacks of Meng Jing's bamboo sword at the 'equal' state, Zeng Shushu dodged flexibly, every time he dodged with a slight risk, but was hit by Meng Jing's bamboo sword many times, it hurt yell.

Zeng Shushu's whole body was not intact, with bloody scars on his face, and he used his bamboo sword against Meng Jing's bamboo sword with a bitter look on his face.

But after a few moves, he was drawn by Meng Jing.

It has been two years, Zeng Shushu has gone through two years of cruel practice like purgatory, these two years Zeng Shushu feels that it is worth his 20 years of cultivation.

With a bang, Zeng Shushu was sent flying, breaking a tree with his body. Zeng Shushu half knelt on the ground, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Enough for today and continue tomorrow." Meng Jing glanced at Zeng Shushu, then turned and left.

"Respectfully send off Master." Zeng Shushu watched Meng Jing leave with blurred eyes, he immediately slumped on the ground and let out a long breath, then lay down on the ground with big characters, Zeng Shushu looked up at the clouds in the sky of Fenghui Peak.

"My son Shushu really has the talent of a fairy. Today, he can persist for 43 rounds at the same level as Junior Brother Meng. It's amazing. Back then, I was in Yuqing with Junior Brother Meng, but I couldn't go through [-] rounds with him."

Uncle Zeng looked wretched, but looked at Zeng Shushu lovingly, holding a plaster that smelled of herbs in his hand.

Zeng Shushu looked at the other party blankly at this moment, he was too lazy to speak, he was tortured for two years all because of this old guy.

Although he worshiped Meng Jing as his teacher, Meng Jing seldom taught him, and treated him as a stocking.

Just because this old bastard wanted to seize the dragon-slaying sword, he begged Meng Jing to practice Zeng Shushu himself every day and night, and Meng Jing naturally would not turn a blind eye to my dear senior brother's request.

Zeng Shushu roared inwardly, these two years were simply unbearable.

Every day he would be beaten to pieces by Meng Jing, and every day he would try his best to avoid Meng Jing's attack.

And every night, Uncle Zeng would take his special ointment for stopping bleeding and promoting muscle growth and smeared it all over his body, using his mana to warm and nourish Zeng Shushu's body. Thinking about how handsome and unrestrained you are holding the dragon-slaying sword in the future, the juniors at Xiaozhufeng will definitely go crazy for you."

After wiping it off, he was refreshed the next day, and his state recovered. After being revived with full blood, he continued to be tortured by Meng Jing with bruises all over his body.

Repeat repeat.

Zeng Shushu's heart was full of scars, but when he thought that the Qimai Martial Arts Competition would be held in half a month, he immediately laughed. As long as the martial arts competition is over, he will be completely liberated.

Damn old guy, damn master... bamboo sword.

……

half a month later.

Qimai will be held.

The disciples from all peaks are full of fighting spirit.

The disciples who were placed with high hopes in each peak, their eyes were ignited with raging fire, the goal was only to win the championship, and the goal of winning the championship was only for the Nine Heavens Divine Soldier.

Four broad arenas were erected out of thin air on the square in front of Yuqing Hall.

Hundreds of disciples stood in the square and whispered, and the square was full of firepower.

And on a high platform in front of Yuqing Hall.

Meng Jing sat on the white jade armchair, and directly opposite him was Taoist Cangsong, and on the left and right were Master Shuiyue and Tian Buyi.

At this moment, all the chief seats were silent, and Daoxuan was also silent, the seven of them seemed to be 'each with a ghost'.

The atmosphere was very awkward.

They all knew that they wanted their disciples to compete for the Nine Heavens Weapon, even Daoxuan was no exception.

"Haha, brothers and sisters, I haven't seen you for two years, how are you doing?" Shang Zhengliang said with a smile.

The six people looked at him together, making Shang Zhengliang extremely embarrassed, regretting what he said just now.

"Junior Brothers, the Qimai Martial Arts Competition is coming soon, who do you think will win the championship?" Daoxuan said with a smile.

How shameless, even the headmaster started to gather information in advance?Let your disciples grow up?
In the past two years, the seven meridians seemed to be closed, and the seven meridians seldom come and go, and they are all in the iron-blood cultivation mode.

"Speaking of being optimistic, I am actually quite optimistic about nephew Lu Xueqi from Xiaozhufeng." Meng Jing said, "There is also nephew Changjian from Nagato."

Meng Jing secretly thought, anyway, Zeng Shushu is not well-known in Qingyun Sect.

The corner of Daoxuan's mouth twitched a few times, secretly calling Junior Brother Meng a celestial being?How did he know that he was secretly cultivating Chang Jian?
Shuiyue suddenly looked at Meng Jing, her face turned blue and white with anger, and then she said: "Hehe, senior brother Meng doesn't like the disciples of his own line? If they know that he doesn't trust the first one, it will be a big blow." .”

"Ahem, actually, I'm quite optimistic about Nephew Qi Hao in Longshou Peak." Tian Buyi said, "When I met him at the Big Bamboo Peak that day, Nephew Qi Hao's body is like the reincarnation of a fairy god, and he is a leader among the younger generation."

Hearing this, Cang Song sneered and said: "As we all know, Junior Brother Tian is the jewel in his palm. He has excellent talent since he was a child. After ten years of cultivation, he has broken through to the seventh level of Jade Clear Realm. He also has top-quality spiritual items such as Amber and Scarlet Silk on his body. Although there is hope for winning the championship, there is still hope. There's little hope."

"You! Who told you that Ling'er is already on the seventh floor? Back then, Junior Brother Meng swept Huiwu with the help of the seventh-floor Yuqing. Why didn't you, Cangsong, believe in my daughter's ability?" Tian Buyi said angrily, "My disciple, although The qualifications are average, but there are also talents.”

Tian Buyi has been training his disciples crazily for the past two years, teaching them hand in hand, and even conducting actual combat drills with his disciples.

But Tian Buyi was suspicious, how did Cang Song know that Ling'er was already on the seventh floor?Could it be that there are rebellious disciples under the sect?Secretly leaking information about Dazhu Peak?
The number of other disciples is too large to control, but they only have eight disciples in Dazhu Peak.

"How do I know? Of course your apprentice told me." Cang Song sneered.

Seeing that the two are about to start their daily head-to-head spats again, Daoxuan stops them repeatedly in order to prevent the two from lowering the head's image.

There was only the sound of a bell striking, which rang from the top of Yuqing Hall, and the sound came out of Qingyun Qimai Mountain Peak, indicating that the Qimai Martial Arts Competition had officially begun.

Then Daoxuan narrated the origin, historical origin and significance of the Qimai martial arts competition under the adoring eyes of many disciples, and then officially announced the beginning of the martial arts competition.

Still a lottery.

Meng Jing found that there were still 63 people, the same plot as the original, but the only difference was that Zhang Xiaofan didn't have a bye.

The bye was actually a disciple of Longshou Peak.

Suddenly, Meng Jing discovered that Zhang Xiaofan's cultivation had reached the fifth level of Yuqing, but he was holding a two-foot-long stick in his hand.

The black stick exudes this faint cool feeling.

Dementia?Why is Zhang Xiaofan able to control this kind of weapon without backlash?

In the original book, Zhang Xiaofan's fire stick is a combination of blood-thirsty beads and soul-absorbing evil spirits, so no one can detect the monstrous evil spirit inside.

In the introduction of the original book, the blood-thirsty bead may be worse than the dementor. After all, when the two fierce soldiers competed, the blood-thirsty bead sucked half of Zhang Xiaofan's blood to defeat the dementor, so as to achieve the fusion of the two and recognize Xiaofan.

Could it be that Tian Buyi used some kind of sealing method?
If true.

In order to win the championship, for the sake of the Nine Heavens Divine Soldier, there are really endless means.

The origin of soul-hunting is unknown, but it is said that it has a history of tens of thousands of years.

It took 3000 years to form, 3000 years to absorb the blood of living beings, and 3000 years to be tempered by heaven and earth to form.

Wherever it passes, the soul is taken in, and the physical body perishes.

Now the dementor is obviously also restrained. Even if the power is greatly reduced, one stick can still knock the opponent's head swollen, and even pass out.

Because the stick hangs down, the soul will be turbulent.

Such an insidious fat man, Zhang Xiaofan is the ultimate move of your Big Bamboo Valley, right?

Meng Jing quickly sent a voice transmission to Zeng Shushu, telling him that if his opponent is Zhang Xiaofan, he must pay attention to the black stick in the opponent's hand, otherwise the boat will capsize in the gutter.

on the square.

Zeng Shushu, who was teasing the three-eyed monkey at the moment, was taken aback for a moment, and he couldn't help but glance at Zhang Xiaofan who was cheering on Tian Linger standing on the ring, and saw the cool stick in the other's waist that was dark all over.

Zeng Shushu couldn't help being suspicious, can this thing knock me out with a stick?
Zeng Shushu saw Zhang Xiaofan enter the field, saw the opponent's attack line full of flaws, saw Zhang Xiaofan accidentally fell to the ground, and when the black stick flew out and spun in mid-air, he knocked out a Tongtian from the seventh floor of Yuqing Realm with one stick. Senior Brother Feng, Zeng Shushu gasped.

What did he see?
The black stick touched his forehead and fainted immediately.

"This is the charm of the magic weapon? But what kind of magic weapon is that black stick?"

Zeng Shushu looked at the fairy sword in his hand, inadvertently showing a sense of disgust.

(End of this chapter)