The Lord of Thunder

Chapter 23: Xu Ping, the Eleventh Candidate for the Holy Son

In the past, Xiao Ping'an had a wrong view.

At that time, Xiao Ping'an believed that those special physiques were only advantages in the early stages, and would become shackles on their path of cultivation in the later stages.

Now he realized how ridiculous that idea was.

Yes, it is indeed a kind of shackles, but it is also a test and an amazing experience.

Once he breaks through this shackles, the realm he reaches will far exceed that of ordinary practitioners.

Yes, throughout the entire trilogy, Emperor Huang Tian possesses a constantly evolving supreme body, classmate Ye possesses a rare ancient holy body, and classmate Chu possesses a constantly evolving human king body.

Although the trilogy constantly emphasizes that physical fitness is not important, the three protagonists constantly explain that physical fitness is actually very important.

Now, isn’t the reason why Xiao Ping’an has the confidence to defeat all opponents also because of his special physique?
It is precisely because he is able to devour and refine lightning that he can be one step ahead, step by step ahead, and be ahead of others in the same realm.

. . . . . .

Haiyue Holy Land, Martial Arts Arena!

Rumble. . .

An ancient breath emanated, accompanied by a brutal and murderous aura!
This vast training ground was created by the founder of the sect by refining a giant star and transforming it into a huge platform.

It was covered in blood and had marks left by various weapons.

Obviously, this place is not only a place for ordinary disciples to practice with each other, but also a place where peerless masters fought life-and-death battles to determine the winner.

Xiao Ping'an looked at the vast martial arts arena and suddenly felt that this might be a huge weapon.

It is a legacy left to the sect by the founder.

The endless murderous intent that Xiao Ping'an felt was as cold as if it had penetrated deep into his bones.

"It really is worthy of being a martial arts arena. It is stained red with the blood of the strong!"

This is the venue for the Haiyue Holy Land sect competition. It is already crowded with people and the noise is deafening.

Xiao Ping'an followed Li Xinghe and those senior brothers and sisters and came here.

The prosperity of a main mountain range can be seen from the number of people.

Some have tens of thousands of people, and some have only dozens of cats, big and small.

In the Holy Land of Haiyue, besides the seventy-eight main mountain peaks, there are also many industries that need disciples to take care of.

At the same time, there are also some branches scattered around the world, forming large and small sects.

There are also some families of practitioners.

There are many affiliated mortal kingdoms around the Sea Moon Holy Land.

The Sea Moon Holy Land also formed alliances with various major forces, forming a dense network of relationships.

This is also one of the reasons why the Haiyue Holy Land has stood for more than 100,000 years.

This huge sect not only occupies a large territory, but also owns a vast sea area.

Today, the entire sect is showing a thriving vitality.

The sect competition in Haiyue Holy Land is held every few years.

Those who rank high will receive generous rewards, and some of the outstanding disciples selected among them are more likely to become true disciples.

Xiao Ping'an's ears were very sensitive. He listened to the discussions of the disciples around him and got a lot of unexpected information.

He already had a detailed understanding of the rules of this comparison.

Those Holy Sons, Holy Daughters, and Holy Son and Holy Daughters candidates will no longer participate in the sect competition.

Because they are the Gu Kings who are selected and cultivated from the best.

As for those disciples who had achieved good rankings in the past, after several years of accumulation, they have achieved new breakthroughs and will naturally participate in higher-level competitions.

Therefore, Xiao Ping'an's opponent is not that strong.

Especially battles between people of the same level.

Xiao Pingan asked about his opponents and felt a little speechless. This time, there was really no suspense in the sect competition. He was sure to get the first place in the Dao Palace Secret Realm.

Xiao Ping'an had already signed up. He left the main group at Yunfeng and wandered around.

Elder Li Xinghe, along with other mountain masters, stayed with the headmaster, seemingly discussing something.

Xiao Ping'an turned around and suddenly saw a familiar figure.

Yes, it was the beautiful figure of a woman.

"Wang Qunyao, Miss Yaoyao!"

At this moment, she was squeezed in the crowd, staring at a handsome guy playing the piano.

The young man had nimble and light fingers, and the sound of the piano was melodious and he played it in a very carefree manner.

He was surrounded by a group of young disciples, all of whom looked quite powerful.

There were even some disciples wearing uniforms of other sects surrounding him.

Obviously, they should be disciples from some friendly sects who came here for the purpose of observing and learning.

It turns out that the sect competition in Haiyue Holy Land is not only to select outstanding sect disciples, but also a platform to show strength to the outside world and let the younger generation communicate with other sects.

"It's him, the eleventh of the sect's ten candidates for the Holy Son!"

There are eleven of the ten candidates for the Holy Son of Haiyue Holy Land!

He is the candidate Holy Son that Haiyue Holy Land made an exception to add!

Perhaps feeling Xiao Ping'an's gaze, he immediately stood up to greet him.

"Junior Brother Xiao Ping'an! I've seen your portrait and heard your name!"

"When I saw it today, it certainly lived up to its reputation!"

Xiao Ping'an was surprised.

He usually keeps a low profile in Meteorite Peak, and all he does is practice.

Even when practicing during thunderstorms, he would run far away. With Li Xing and the elders' secret care, he didn't have to worry about anyone disturbing him.

I didn’t expect that this candidate for the Holy Son had actually heard of Xiao Ping’an’s reputation!

Xiao Ping'an was surprised for a moment, then he understood.

He can devour and refine lightning and register with the sect leader.

Other ordinary practitioners may not know any news, but a candidate for the Holy Son like this, one of the future leaders of the sect, will definitely be informed of all the major and minor matters in the sect.

Xiao Ping'an immediately bowed.

"Senior Brother is the new candidate for the Holy Son, Senior Brother Xu Ping, right?!"

"I have long admired your great name!"

"I have heard of the legend of Senior Brother a long time ago. Seeing him today, I can see that he is indeed as graceful as a jade, like a banished immortal!"

Xu Ping introduced to everyone: "This is a talented disciple from Yunfeng, a registered disciple of Uncle Li Xinghe, and a genius who can refine thunder!"

Everyone looked at Xiao Ping'an with curiosity.

Although Senior Brother Xu Ping thought highly of Xiao Pingan, everyone was a proud genius. Before they actually witnessed his strength, they were skeptical about everything.

Xiao Ping'an looked at everyone's curious yet somewhat disapproving expressions, but he did not get angry immediately.

Senior Brother Xu Ping is indeed powerful, but in his eyes, these so-called genius disciples around him are nothing but chickens and dogs.

Although they are all little geniuses, they are not at the level of peerless geniuses. Xiao Ping'an has always used the top geniuses as his standard. Therefore, he also looks down on this group of arrogant guys.

If they were divine bodies or king bodies, Xiao Ping'an might look upon them with higher regard.

Looking at their ordinary appearance, they can only be considered as talents in front of him, Xiao Ping'an.

Don't mention genius or anything like that!

(End of this chapter)