From Martial Arts Dungeon to Master of Martial Arts

Jing Yu then stood up and said, "Mu Sheng, come over here."

"Yes!" Mu Sheng respectfully crossed the red line and stood behind Jing Yu.

Jing Qi turned to look at Xiang Musheng and said with a smile, "What a handsome young man! At such a young age, he has already reached the Transformation Realm."

Mu Sheng clasped his hands in a fist salute, about to call for the steward.

Jing Yu interrupted, saying, "Call him Martial Uncle."

"Yes, it's my martial uncle." Mu Sheng said with a slight bow.

Jing Qi smiled and nodded before turning his gaze to the battle over there.

The remaining two arenas were filled with extremely fierce battles.

Zhao Fangxu faced off against Li Suyun. Both were skilled swordsmen, and their swords flashed, making it a fierce and evenly matched battle.

On the other side of the arena, Yuan She was light and agile, while Wan Zhonglei was heavy and powerful; the two fought fiercely and were evenly matched.

The battle lasted for half an hour before Yuan She and Wan Zhonglei were able to determine a winner. Although Yuan She was agile, his body was not as strong as Wan Zhonglei's, and he eventually collapsed due to his injuries.

"The victors thunder in the crowd!" Jingqi shouted with great vigor.

Mu Sheng looked up at the sky. It should be noon now, but the sky was covered with dark clouds, blocking the sunlight and casting shadows.

But there wasn't a single raindrop, which was a little strange.

Mu Sheng withdrew her gaze; now everyone's attention was focused on the battle between Zhao Fangxu and Li Suyun.

The battle between the two had reached a fever pitch.

In the end, Li Suyun proved to be more skilled, and the blade stopped at Zhao Fangxu's neck.

Zhao Fangxu gave a wry smile and said, "I lost."

Li Suyun, slightly out of breath, clasped her hands in a fist and said, "You flatter me."

Now that there are three victors, everyone's eyes are on the scripture, which is about to speak.

Mu Sheng quickly raised her hand and said, "I abstain!"

Zhao Fangxu looked at Mu Sheng in astonishment. Mu Sheng was determined to get the inner sect position, so why would she give it up like this?

Jing Qi smiled and nodded, but did not explain to the others. He simply looked at Li Suyun and Wan Zhonglei and asked, "Do you two need to rest?"

"No need!" Wan Zhonglei stared intently at Li Suyun and said, "I can still fight."

Li Suyun nodded coolly: "I can."

"Alright, then for the final match, please enter." Jing Qi stood up; this time, the decision on the sole inner disciple spot would be made.

Once Li Suyun and Wan Zhonglei entered the arena, the artifact spoke directly: "Let's begin."

The two immediately charged at each other and began to fight.

Jing Yu looked at Mu Sheng and asked, "Who do you think will win between them?"

"Li Suyun," Mu Sheng said without hesitation.

Jing Yu nodded, while Jing Qi smiled and looked at Xiang Musheng, saying, "Junior nephew has a good eye; you can see that so easily."

He looked at Jingyu and said, "How about you give him to me, Senior Brother?"

Jing Yu looked at him coldly and said, "If you want it, then take it with you."

Jing Qi chuckled and said, "I was just joking."

He looked at Xiang Musheng meaningfully and said, "Your path is not easy. Nowadays, there are only two ways to join the inner sect: one is the selection of inner sect disciples, and the other... is the path of true disciples."

Mu Sheng's pupils moved slightly.

Jingyu had never told him about this.

Jing Yu glanced at him sideways and asked, "What's wrong? Are you wavering?"

Mu Sheng shook her head resolutely and said, "I will report back to my master without wavering in the slightest."

He was unaware of this from the beginning; he thought he was just a normal inner disciple, but this true disciple was no ordinary inner disciple.

Mu Sheng felt a little heavy-hearted, but it was absolutely impossible for him to give up now.

Otherwise, we would really be stuck in Changshu for many years.

He turned to look at the battle before him, and in the end, it was Li Suyun who knocked the man out of the arena with a single sword strike.

"The victor is Li Suyun!" Jingqi shouted loudly.

"You're making yourself sound loud, aren't you?" Jing Yu muttered to herself, but Mu Sheng heard it all clearly, let alone Jing Qi.

Mu Sheng could tell that the relationship between Jing Yu and his fellow disciple was not good.

"If we don't announce it like this, where will the atmosphere come from?" Jingqi rolled her eyes at Jingyu and said, "Senior brother, you used to laugh and tease me, instead of muttering to yourself. What's wrong with you now? Don't you like making fun of people anymore?"

Jing Yu snorted coldly and didn't reply.

Jingqi glanced at the sky; the sky was covered with dark clouds, making it difficult to discern the time.

He looked at Li Suyun and said, "I'm going home to say goodbye today. Take some things with you and come back to Zhenyuan Temple with us early tomorrow morning."

"Is it in such a hurry?" Li Suyun frowned.

"Of course," Jingqi said with a smile, "because this is the True Essence Temple, we must disband here."

"What?!" Zhao Fangxu and the others were utterly astonished. Zhao Fangxu stepped forward and asked, "Steward, why is the Zhenyuan Temple here being disbanded?"

Jing Qi smiled and looked at Zhao Fangxu, saying, "This matter was discussed by a few of us, but we cannot say more about the reasons."

"Deacon..." Zhao Fangxu seemed to want to ask something.

With a loud "bang!", Zhao Fangxu flew out and crashed into the crowd. He withdrew his magic weapon and turned to the crowd with a cold expression, saying, "This is the decision of my Zhenyuan Temple. From now on, none of you will be considered outer disciples of my Zhenyuan Temple. If you still wish to join my Zhenyuan Temple, go to the main sect of my Zhenyuan Temple. Those who can go there can still become your outer disciples."

The group looked at each other in dismay. The road to Zhenyuan Temple was incredibly difficult, and demons along the way could easily take their lives.

"Everyone, disperse." With a wave of his hand, the artifact forced everyone to retreat, except for Li Suyun, who remained unaffected.

He smiled at Li Suyun and said, "Did you understand?"

"Disciple understands," Li Suyun replied hastily, clasping her hands in a fist salute.

Jing Qi looked at Mu Sheng and his smile became more amiable: "Nephew, go back and prepare well. We will set off directly tomorrow morning."

Mu Sheng hesitated for a moment but did not ask the reason. However, he thought that this matter must be related to Yang Xing's attack on the city.

"Yes," Mu Sheng said, clasping her hands in a fist salute.

...

The next morning.

Mu Sheng was already standing in the group. This group consisted of Jing Yu, Jing Qi, Qu Yuanheng, Yi Ru, and a few others.

Besides Mu Sheng and Li Suyun, Li Suyun noticed Mu Sheng frowned and then ignored him.

There were only six people, but the caravan was quite large, with six horse-drawn carriages pulled out from the back, including three wagons that were bulging with cargo.

The remaining three vehicles are for passenger use.

"Gentlemen, let's set off." Jingqi drove the first carriage.

The second car belonged to Jing Yu, who clearly didn't want to ride with Jing Qi. The third car belonged to Qu Yuanheng and Yi Ru, both of whom were seriously injured.

Mu Sheng and Li Suyun followed on either side of the convoy. After all, they had not yet fully entered the inner sect of Zhenyuan Temple and still needed to go to Zhenyuan Temple to register their names before they could be considered to have truly joined.

The convoy slowly drove out of the city. The road they were traveling on was relatively smooth, and the city behind them grew farther and farther away.

"The True Essence Temple is gone just like that," Li Suyun murmured softly.

Mu Sheng stopped and turned around, wanting to take one last look at the city where he had lived for many years.

just.

"What is that?!"