Immortal cultivation starts with copying.

After a night of silent practice, the sound of a golden bell was heard at dawn.

This is the time for the daily morning lessons of the disciples of Juling Peak. When the sound is given, all the disciples except those who are not on duty must go out of the quiet room and strengthen their bodies.

However, the morning classes have been cancelled these days, and the competition will start as soon as the sun rises.

The competition among the Jindan stage disciples is the highlight today. All the Jindan disciples will first fight against each other. The weak ones will be eliminated and the winners will enter the next round.

The competition will continue round by round until the first place is decided, so the competition among Jindan stage disciples is of utmost importance.

Even though there are only a little over a hundred people, the competition may not be completed within one day.

For the competition among Jindan stage disciples, the venue is drawn larger. After all, the Jindan stage disciples have strong magic power and can cast spells in a wide range.

In the huge square, there were only three or four pairs of Jindan disciples competing at the same time.

Today, almost all the disciples of Juling Peak came out, forming three layers inside and three layers outside, making it almost impossible to get in or out.

The Jindan cultivators who participated in the competition were basically third and fourth generation disciples.

Many of them are the masters, grandmasters, and even uncles of the disciples who are in the foundation-building and Qi-refining stage.

So you can hear slogans like "Master is mighty" and "Uncle Master will win" coming from all over this huge square, it's so lively!

Chen Yunhao sat on the high platform and looked out, taking in the entire fight.

His eyes lit up as he watched. After all, he was a Jindan cultivator, so the fight was even more entertaining to watch.

Take the magical spells for example, each one is more powerful than the other, and spells of various attributes emerge in endlessly.

The cultivation levels of the Jindan cultivators who fought against each other were basically the same.

The higher-ups will not arrange fights between those in the late Jindan stage and those in the early Jindan stage. Basically, the competition is between those with the same level of cultivation.

Of course, there are also some powerful disciples who can challenge opponents of higher levels.

Because everyone's strength is not much different, the fight will not be resolved quickly, and many disciples are in a stalemate.

It is said that the cultivators who practiced both Dharma and body were very powerful. They would use spells to attack from a distance at the beginning, and only start close combat after the true energy in their bodies was almost consumed.

This close-range combat was not all done with bare hands; some monks held various weapons in their hands.

Of course, we are brothers from the same school after all. Competition is allowed, but hurting others is absolutely not allowed. We must stop when the time is right!

Of course, not being able to move freely has disadvantages, and it greatly suppresses the strength of many cultivators.

It took only one morning for twenty or thirty Jindan disciples to finish the competition, but the progress was not fast.

However, there were two Jindan disciples who made a big splash.

After two consecutive rounds, they defeated two opponents each and advanced to the semi-finals.

Chen Yunhao sat aside, looking at Shi Jian's face from time to time.

Judging from the astonishment on his face, it was obvious that these two Jindan disciples usually performed very normally. They probably hid their abilities and only showed them at this critical moment.

The entire Jindan cultivator competition lasted for a whole day and a night. This was different from the Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment competitions, and it did not allow for any carelessness.

Finally, at sunrise the next day, the competition among all the Jindan disciples was completely over.

The winner was a middle-aged disciple in the late Jindan stage. As expected, the higher the strength, the more chances of winning. No matter how powerful a middle-stage Jindan disciple was, there was still a slight difference.

Shi Jian himself also had a disciple who was taught by his own teacher, but he failed in this competition.

The first place winner of Juling Peak has been selected. Next, they will wait until the entire sect event is over. The leader will personally meet them and let them enter the treasury to choose a treasure.

When everyone present thought that the competition was over and Shi Jian should announce the end of the competition, they heard Shi Jian say something loudly again.

"Lu Ming, you should practice a few moves with your Uncle Hu and let him teach you some close combat tactics..."

As Shi Jian spoke, he smiled and glanced sideways at Chen Yunhao, who was a little surprised beside him.

When Shi Jian said that at first, Chen Yunhao thought it was a joke, but he didn't expect that he really wanted to show himself.

As for Lu Ming mentioned by Shi Jian, he was the first place winner of this competition, a disciple in the late Jindan stage.

"Yes, Uncle Master..."

Lu Ming stood in the middle of the field and bowed respectfully to Shi Guang, while also glancing at Chen Yunhao.

But Chen Yunhao noticed something strange in this look, it was a look of contempt and disdain.

Indeed, Chen Yunhao's actual cultivation level was only the middle stage of foundation building, and his reputation was not prominent within the sect.

Many disciples thought that Chen Yunhao was just lucky and happened to be noticed by the master, and that he actually didn't have much ability.

Shi Jian pointed at Lu Ming, and a flash of light fell on him.

"I have sealed your magical powers and only allow you to use your physical body to spar with your Uncle Hu..."

As long as he doesn't use magic power, Chen Yunhao's physical cultivation is similar to Lu Ming's, or even slightly higher.

In public, it was certainly difficult for Chen Yunhao to refuse. This was not only his personal matter, but also represented the face of the main lineage and his master.

Shi Jian also wanted to test this junior fellow apprentice because he heard that Patriarch Lu Zhuo wanted to take Chen Yunhao under his wing.

Chen Yunhao composed himself a little and walked into the venue with confidence.

"Junior Brother Lu, please show some mercy, let's stop here!"

"No problem, Uncle Master..."

Lu Ming's contemptuous tone was evident.

Chen Yunhao didn't bother with him. After all, he was the elder. They would see the real result in a while.

During previous competitions, Lu Ming was best at using a half-meter-long machete.

This is also a magic weapon that can be activated by magic power or used as a close-combat weapon.

Chen Yunhao took out the Qingmang Sword. This sword was as long as a child's arm and was one of his most handy magic weapons.

During the time he spent in the Fengling Tomb, he had been using the Qingmang Sword to deal with various wild beasts and monsters for decades.

This sword is short and compact, flexible to use, and suitable for use in this place.

As for the giant sword in his hand, it is suitable for large-scale attacks and fierce advances, and it is very enjoyable to use, but it is not suitable for this situation, as it can easily give people an aggressive feeling!

"Junior Brother Lu, please..."

Chen Yunhao held the sword in his backhand, took two steps forward and backward in an "eight" shape, hunched his chest and shoulders, and looked very relaxed.

A hint of anger flashed in Lu Ming's eyes. He flipped his hand and a machete emitting a cold light flashed in the air, making a dazzling knife flower.

Even though the two men were about ten feet apart, the knife flower flashed before their eyes and came straight towards Chen Yunhao's face.

The speed was as fast as lightning. Just from this one move, it was obvious that Lu Ming had used all his strength.

Chen Yunhao lightly tapped the ground with his toes, spun half a circle as fast as a top, and pointed the Qingmang sword in his hand upwards.

"Ding……!"

After a crisp sound, the machete in Lu Ming's hand flew into the air.

Chen Yunhao's body flashed lightly like a ghost, and he was already standing ten feet away from Lu Wu.