Full level of enlightenment: I achieved Daozu by ascending to the lower realm

Chapter 28 Another Match

soon.

Disciples from both factions have already gathered at the martial arts arena.

Everyone is full of fighting spirit.

Taoist Longshan and Old Man Shenjian sat on the armchairs, smiling.

The two of them communicated with each other.

"Brother Shenjian, what do you think of my idea?"

"I didn't expect you, a bull nose, to be so sinister."

"Brother Shenjian, what you said is wrong. I am trying to let my disciples gain more experience. Think about it, in the past, we fought the battles and they watched. What could they learn? They just watched the excitement. But now, they are on the field themselves and have the important responsibility of the master. They must go all out, and the effect will be different."

"You are smart. When my disciples of the Divine Sword Sect beat your Zhenwu Sect into tears, I will reluctantly let you stay in Zhenwu Mountain for a few more years."

Hearing his old friend's harsh words, Taoist Longshan just smiled and did not refute.

The old man with the magic sword felt a little grateful in his heart.

He knew that Taoist Longshan took the initiative to propose this plan out of consideration for his face.

But in fact, he had no intention of taking back Zhenwu Mountain. At most, he would just make a few ridicules when the time comes.

Gratitude is gratitude.

You still have to fight for your face.

"Since I can't beat you, then it's the same if my disciples beat your disciples!"

The old man with the magic sword is very confident.

Luo Wentian received a signal from Taoist Longshan and looked at the disciples of the two sects.

"Everyone, according to what my master and Senior Divine Sword said, this competition is mainly for training. Although you must go all out, you must also know when to stop and avoid hurting others at will, otherwise you will be severely punished."

"Of course, if you perform well, the two teachers will be generous with their rewards!"

"Which disciple wants to go first?"

Everyone was eager to try.

soon.

An outer disciple of the Zhenwu sect stepped out.

“I am Wang Chong from the outer sect of Zhenwu Sect. Who from the Divine Sword Sect can give me some advice?” The young man was full of energy and vigor.

Both the Zhenwu Sect and the Shenjian Sect are divided into the outer sect, the inner sect and the true teachings. The outer sect disciples are all in the Body Tempering Realm, while the inner sect disciples are in the Inner Yuan Realm. If they are in the Gang Yuan Realm, they are at the level of the elders in the sect. However, both sects were established not long ago, and there are very few people in the Gang Yuan Realm.

As for the true disciples, they are not ranked according to strength. These are the disciples personally accepted by Taoist Longshan and Old Man Shenjian.

A young man from the Divine Sword Sect drew his sword and stepped forward, revealing his sharp edge.

"I, Li Bing, from the outer sect of the Divine Sword Sect, am here to meet you!"

The two men fought each other.

Swords were flying and fists were whistling.

Those who dare to come out first naturally have some confidence.

Everyone watched and nodded secretly.

Ning Qi was also watching. He seldom fought, but with his understanding, this kind of empirical stuff was much simpler than creating new methods. With just one or two battles, he would grow far more than others. Even by watching others fight, he would grow tremendously.

"Wang Chong is going to win."

Wang Chong used the Tiger Evil Fist, a style that Ning Qi had also practiced before. In just a short while, he had already reached perfection in it, and then integrated it into his own Universal Fist. Perhaps he understood this style better than the founder of the Tiger Evil Fist.

As soon as this thought came to his mind, Wang Chong punched out with a tiger roar and a murderous aura, knocking Li Bing backwards.

"Concession."

Wang Chong stopped there.

The disciples of Zhenwu Sect were all excited and happy, while the disciples of Shenjian Sect could not contain themselves even more.

"I'll meet you!"

The atmosphere in the martial arts arena was completely aroused.

The outer disciples came on stage one after another.

But it is obvious that the disciples of Zhenwu Sect are stronger than those of Shenjian Sect, and have a deeper foundation, while the disciples of Shenjian Sect lose more than they win.

The old man with the magic sword was in doubt and said with some envy:

"Longshan Niubizi, you have accepted a group of good disciples, right?"

Taoist Longshan stroked his beard and laughed, glancing in Ning Qi's direction inconspicuously, feeling very pleased.

It has been nearly two years since the improvement of the Quenching Powder was obtained, and initial results have been achieved.

It can be predicted that the Zhenwu School's foundation will become increasingly profound in the future.

The old man with the magic sword snorted coldly when he saw that Taoist Longshan was pretending to be profound.

soon.

The inner disciples come on stage.

Now the advantage of the Zhenwu sect is not that great. After all, the old man Shenjian is no pushover. It is said that he once inherited the incomplete legacy of a sword saint. The disciples of Shenjian sect are all good at killing.

The number of wins of the Zhenwu sect was almost equal to that of the disciples of the Divine Sword sect.

This time.

The old man with the magic sword finally looked a little better, but it was still dark.

He swept his eyes around, and a young man in white understood what he meant and flew out immediately. The young man in white was dignified, his eyes were like lightning, and the three-foot-long sword in his hand was as cold as autumn water. "The sixth true disciple of the Divine Sword Sect, Shiheng, is here. Please teach me the true disciple of the Zhenwu Sect!"

All eyes were shocked.

The competition among the true disciples is the biggest attraction. After all, in a sense, the true disciples represent the true foundation of a sect.

Ning Qi raised his eyebrows and became interested.

Qin Yun was about to stand up.

A figure nearby held him down.

The skinny young man in a blue Taoist robe smiled and said:
"Sun Chuanhai, the sixth true disciple of the Zhenwu Sect, please teach me, Brother Yan!"

The sixth true teaching versus the sixth true teaching, this is the correct answer.

The two of them greeted each other.

Then they almost attacked each other at the same time.

As soon as the Zhenwu disciple made a move, people immediately felt the difference. Both of them were in the Inner Yuan Realm, but their fighting power was much stronger than that of the inner disciples. Their moves were exquisite, which made all the disciples amazed and exclaimed frequently.

Even Taoist Longshan and Old Man Shenjian looked at it more seriously.

"Sixth Brother, I'm afraid you're going to lose."

Ning Qi looked at it very seriously.

He wanted to observe the operation of internal energy, but the internal energy of the masters in the Neiyuan realm was very restrained and could only bless the human body. Those with profound cultivation could extend it outside the body, but it could not leave the body like Gangyuan. Ning Qi tried his best and could only infer the changes in the internal energy through the changes in the two people's moves.

Therefore, he could see that after the two had fought for hundreds of moves, Sun Chuanhai was somewhat overwhelmed.

There was joy in the old man's eyes.

Sure enough, Sun Chuanhai's expression changed, and the sword in Yan Shiheng's hand had fallen to his throat without him knowing when.

In the first battle of the true teachings, the Divine Sword Sect won.

"Brother Yan's swordsmanship is amazing."

Sun Chuanhai took a deep breath and said, "I'm not as skilled as others, there's nothing to say."

Yan Shiheng returns the favor:

"Brother Sun, you are flattering me. I just ate two more years of food."

He looked at the other people from the Zhenwu Sect and said calmly:
"Is there anyone who can give me some advice?"

The disciples of the Divine Sword Sect relaxed, but this time it was the disciples of the Zhenwu Sect who became a little anxious.

Qin Yun finally couldn't hold back any longer. He tiptoed and landed gracefully in front of Yan Shiheng.

"The eighth true disciple of Zhenwu Sect, Qin Yun!"

A fighting spirit rose in his eyes.

Yan Shiheng frowned slightly. If Sun Chuanhai was of the same age as him, then Qin Yun was much younger, probably five or six years younger than him. It would be unfair for him to win.

But the next moment.

He changed his mind.

Qin Yun held the knife and slashed with it. The strong and sharp knife light made him abandon his previous thoughts.

This boy is even stronger than the previous Sixth True Disciple!
The arena was filled with the flashing of swords and sabers. Even if the two tried their best to control it, they could not help but leave criss-crossing marks on the martial arts field.

Qin Yun's eyes were cold, and he became stronger as the battle went on.

After only a hundred moves.

A flash of knife light cut through Yan Shiheng's clothes on his chest.

The disciples of Zhenwu Sect couldn't help but cheer excitedly.

"Eighth Senior Brother is so awesome!"

Defeating the Sixth True Teaching with the Eighth True Teaching greatly boosted morale.

The old man with the magic sword had a complicated expression.

He could see that the Eighth True Disciple of the Zhenwu Sect was extremely talented and was probably already striding towards the great perfection of the Inner Yuan Realm. Currently, there was no one in his Divine Sword Sect who could have such an achievement at such a young age.

Taoist Longshan couldn't help but smile.

Before Ning Qi went up the mountain, Qin Yun was the most talented disciple of the Zhenwu Sect.

Qin Yun enjoyed the feeling of being the center of attention and felt inexplicably happy.

He said calmly:

"Concession."

Yan Shiheng just smiled bitterly and waved his hands, feeling slightly frustrated.

Taoist Longshan smiled and said to the old man with the magic sword beside him:
"Brother Shenjian, how about we end the battle here today?"

"I believe the disciples have a certain understanding of each other's strength. Let's wait for the next ten years to discuss the winner."

The old man with the magic sword was silent.

He felt a little depressed.

The outer disciples were completely defeated, the inner disciples were also slightly inferior, and the true disciples had one win and one loss, but the other person's eighth true disciple defeated his sixth true disciple, so it could not be considered a draw.

His face was burning. He looked at the fat boy Zhuang Chen who was blowing his nose and said with determination:

"How about another match?"

(End of this chapter)