Cultivate with an African God

When friends reunite after a long absence, they can chat with relish even on unnutritious topics, and the next day is gone in a flash.

The second day was actually nothing important, it was the organizer of the seminar for the whole morning, and the masters in the audience were catching up with each other, and these disciples drew lots and arranged the order of the battle, and it would start the next day Really compete.

The place where the sermons are preached and the place where the competition is held are in the same place. There is a slightly higher platform, made of a kind of black rock, with a faint silver luster, engraved with a circle of Taoist characters and talisman symbols, which has an inexplicable majesty. feeling.And the grandmasters sit a little closer to the audience, the grandmasters are naturally powerful, especially when a group of grandmasters are together, it makes people feel like they are separated by an invisible abyss.The disciples sat in the back and listened to the master from the Yingzhou Immortal School preaching.

There were only a few people from the Yunfu Sect this time, and it was almost unorganized, so Mu Xinghe ran over to sit with Zhong Zijin and the others in an unorganized and undisciplined manner.

This sermon is different from the sermons that Mu Xinghe has heard before. Yun Jingtai’s sermon is to give advice to younger generations, and the sermon of the Zongmen Fahui is to communicate with each other among the masters, but this time the sermon is more like showing off. What matters is the strength of the sect, the realm of one's own cultivation, and the mystery of the fundamental skills.The master's realm is profound and his insights are sublime. Compared with before, Mu Xinghe can barely understand it, but it is very difficult, and it sounds obscure and boring. Turning his head, Zhong Zijin has already nodded. This all-night practice People who are not tired of swords are actually sleepy at this moment.Although Wen Xingze was sitting upright like a green pine, there was nothing in his eyes, obviously he was distracted.

On the contrary, some people whose cultivation level is obviously higher than theirs listened fascinatedly. Perhaps it is the soul refining stage that can better understand the realm of the masters.

Mu Xinghe looked at the front distractedly. He always felt that some people were familiar with the places where the grandmasters were sitting. It stands to reason that he didn't know so many big people. Mu Xinghe couldn't make out the back of his head even if he wanted to.

After the lengthy sermon, Mu Xinghe could still remember that there was a lottery. The process of their eight major sects is not the same as that of other people. Therefore, Mu Xinghe did not act with Wen Xingze, but followed the guiding path The boy went to the place where the lottery was drawn.

Compared with the bustling outside, the place where the eight major sects drew lots was obviously much deserted.There were a few disciples here and there, some were waiting quietly, and some were chatting in pairs. In the center of the venue was a huge stone plate like a sundial.

After all the disciples from the major sects who participated in the competition were present, an elder appeared behind the stone plate and called out their names, while the Taoist boy led the owner of the name to the front of the stone plate.

Mu Xinghe's name was quickly read. Mu Xinghe followed the instructions and put his hand on the center of the stone plate. He felt his true energy fluctuate. The golden luster that could hardly be caught by the naked eye quickly spread from the center to the surrounding area, and then returned to the surrounding area. calm.

After this action was completed, the elder nodded, indicating that he could leave. Mu Xinghe left the stone plate, and curiously asked the little Taoist boy who was leading him: "What is this?"

Dao Tong was obviously stunned, with a look of disbelief, and then quickly returned to normal, saying: "This is a magic weapon used to test the cultivation level, and it is the same as the magic weapon used by various sects to test the qualifications of beginner disciples. The magic weapon should be almost the same. When the magic weapon checks out the cultivation of several seniors, we will arrange the battle between you according to the cultivation level."

"So that's how it is," Mu Xinghe knew why Daotong was surprised, and he explained casually, "Because of some accidents, I didn't participate in the entry test."

Dao Tong took him to another venue and introduced that the order of the competition would be announced at the end, so he asked him to wait here for a while.

However, the final order of the competition was almost beyond everyone's expectations.

Mu Xinghe was waiting for the match arrangement, and many people were also waiting there.

The place where the arrangement for the battle was announced was a stone wall several feet high. The wall was straight. The stone wall was divided into several rows by long nicks. The last row already had densely packed names. I don’t know how to engrave the names on it. The handwriting seems to be written in ink, but it seems to have been firmly attached to the stone wall and cannot be easily erased.

Not long after, a middle-aged man with a whisk in his hand walked towards the stone wall. He stood still in front of the stone wall, looked at it for a while, and then waved the whisk, and countless ink spots flew out along the tail of the whisk and splashed on the stone wall. Those ink spots hit the stone wall. There seemed to be life in the distance before it, and each character was condensed into the stone wall.

Mu Xinghe looked at it and suddenly understood.

This is showing off!

True Qi condenses into ink dots, ink dots form characters, and the characters fall into the designated position, all of which do not require extremely fine and subtle manipulations, but the characters need sufficient strength to penetrate deep into the stone wall. It is often difficult to take care of both, as if the Xiaoqingfengjue cannot be manipulated to the limit to become a powerful attack technique, but this person has done it lightly.

Mu Xinghe also understood the reason why these sects went to host the Dao Discussion Conference—these organizations and personnel were all used to show the strength of their sects.And strength is often linked to status.

Similarly, the disciples who come to participate in the Dao Discussion Conference also represent the strongest level of the sect in the soul-forming and soul-refining stages, and represent the sect's ability to cultivate rookies. What they see is that they may eventually achieve Jindan and take on the responsibility of the sect people.

As Mu Xinghe was thinking, he paid attention to the position where the words fell. It was the sixth line on the stone wall. According to common sense, this should be the competition arrangement for the 32 to enter the [-] high school.According to the rules they said before, it is not surprising that the disciples of the eight major sects are here to meet the challenges of others, and their names fall here.

But looking at the distance from where the words fell, it seems to be hexadecimal.

People don't seem to be aware of this subtle anomaly, and they say that they know who they are.But when those ink dots had all penetrated into the stone wall, people realized something was wrong—maybe it was intentionally written a little later in the sixteenth and eighth, but the eight major sects arranged it here, but—then write it up There are only six names? !

Could it be that some sects abstained from coming?But how could someone abstain from the chance of others fighting for their heads!

People were still discussing. The middle-aged man stared at the stone wall for a moment, then swept the dust slightly, and another name fell on the stone wall. However, the moment the name fell, people unexpectedly let out an exclamation in unison.

Because of that name, it was placed in the middle right of the second line!

There is no doubt that the owner of the name will compete with the owner whose name is still vacant, and the winner will be No. 1 in the soul refining period of the Dao Discussion Conference!

Only then did people understand the reason why the sixteen-eight-eight battle arrangement was moved one row later than usual. It turned out that among the more than a hundred of them, after fighting in the end, the one who was determined was not the leader of the Dao Discussion Conference. Only after the person with that name wins the competition again can he become the number one.But the owner of that name does not need to go through those fierce competitions. If he can win, he can become the leader of the Dao Discussion Conference in just one round.Others need to work hard to win, but he only needs to wait for the challenge of the winner.

How could someone be arranged here? !Why!

After a short period of resentment, when people saw the names that had fallen, their dissatisfaction turned into admiration: "——So it's Yan Junfa!"

"He has already retreated out!"

"Isn't he about to refine his soul?"

"But he has been an eye-catching master in all his life. He broke through Bailong Mountain, beheaded Linghua, and stopped a group of demons by himself... There are countless deeds. Such a person is the best in everything he does. Lord Linyuan of the Yunfu Sect doesn’t have a leader in the Dao Discussion Conference, how can he be happy? He must get the first place before refining the soul!”

Listening to people's discussions, Mu Xinghe already had a calculation in his heart.The order of this battle is indeed arranged according to their strength. The previous magic weapon measured their cultivation level, and this person who is close to the soul refining stage and has a lot of actual combat experience was arranged by them as the last defender. Guan Zhi.

However, his name has not yet come out.

People have already begun to guess where the last name will be arranged-it must not be the line of sixteen to eight, nor the line of the final.Someone laughed and said, "Could it be that the first line is airborne? Then we can rest here!"

The middle-aged man didn't seem to listen to the comments of the people around him at all. His tail of the dust whisk drew a slight arc in the air, and the ink dots flew towards the stone wall and landed on——

Seventh row!

The seventh line is lower than the ordinary disciples of the eight major sects.

Condensed into three words——

穆星河！

The crowd was in an uproar.

The owner of the name tilted his head to look at the name for a while, smiled suddenly, and walked out of the crowd calmly.