The opponents of Nan Rong and the other three were very difficult, but in the end, they were still defeated by the three, and the competition for the top ten elite disciples had ended, and the next thing was to determine the competition for the bottom ten. The competition for the bottom ten also takes seven days.

Lu Qingfeng saw that all four of them entered the top ten smoothly, and his hanging heart finally let go. The four of them had consumed too much True Yuan after the competition, especially Duanmu Xiaoyun, the True Yuan had been exhausted and urgently needed to be restored, Lu Qingfeng had no intention of disturbing them anymore, and left the square alone and returned to his cave mansion.

did not enter the room, but stood on the small martial arts training ground outside the cave, reached out and took off the golden lotus sword on his back, and slowly danced.

With the passage of time, the Taiyi Xuanmen Sword has departed from its original appearance, and it has become more elegant, more mysterious and unpredictable than the original swordsmanship.

For example, the sword point is three-star, from the original right hand holding the sword to the lower right three times, it has become three consecutive swords to the opponent's upper, middle and lower three dantians.

In his previous life, Lu Qingfeng couldn't do this at all, and now he is far beyond the realm of the grandmaster at that time, and the three swords are stabbed out almost at the same time, and he can't feel the time interval at all.

When he practiced to sweep through the thousand armies, Lu Qingfeng injected a trace of metallic true yuan into the Golden Lotus Sword, only to see that the range swept by the Golden Lotus Sword appeared, and this piece of white light quickly rushed in all directions.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of trees around the cave shook violently, and countless leaves that had turned golden fell one after another.

At the end of the practice, every move had to be stopped, and he kept swinging it over and over again, Lu Qingfeng had forgotten the time, in his opinion, as if time had been constant, every time the Golden Lotus Sword was swung, it had become a subconscious action, as if there was an invisible thought, dominating his body, and each of his swords stabbed out looked so freewheeling, giving people the feeling of incomparable harmony and nature.

In the early morning of the seventh day, Lu Qingfeng stopped, calculating the time, today is the time for the true disciples to compete, it is better to go down the mountain earlier, seven days of sleepless sword practice, the harvest can be described as huge, and today is just the right time to test.

The competition of true disciples should be one hundred and twenty-nine, because of the lack of Nanrong Jingxuan, it has become one hundred and twenty-eight, and these one hundred and twenty-eight people are eleven disciples of the sect master, thirteen from the Great Elder to the Eighth Elder, twelve disciples of the Ninth Elder who have no regrets, and only Lu Qingfeng is one of the Ten Elder Xu Rujun.

In the competition of true disciples, the first three rounds adopt the elimination system, and there are still sixteen people left after the three rounds, and these sixteen people adopt the point system, the winner will earn two points, the draw will earn one point, and the loser will score zero points.

The first three rounds of martial arts, one round a day, are no different from the previous competitions. When it came to the point system, there was a change, and each person only played one game per day, and each person had to play fifteen games before the final total points appeared.

That is to say, when it comes to the point system, there will be a competition between eight pairs of true disciples every day, which will take fifteen days, plus the first three rounds will be eighteen days.

Lu Qingfeng walked along one of the eight special passages towards the martial arts platform, and saw the true disciples inside through the fence, it was still early before the time of the martial arts competition, and some of the true disciples had not yet arrived, so it seemed that they would have to wait for a while.

Boredom, he couldn't help but look out of the fence, after the incident on the dueling platform, Lu Qingfeng had become a public figure in the Qingyun Sword Sect, and when he turned to look outside, he was greeted by countless fiery eyes.

There are envy, worship, respect, and many beautiful girls, who have cast admiring eyes at Lu Qingfeng.

Just when Lu Qingfeng looked out, all the true transmission disciples had arrived, and in the first round of the draw, Lu Qingfeng drew the number six, and he would compete with the fifth true transmission disciple.

Soon, the competition between the two pairs of true disciples in front of him had ended, and when Lu Qingfeng's name arrived, Lu Qingfeng had already jumped onto the competition platform, stood in the corner of the competition platform, and looked at the opposite side.

At this time, the opponent had also taken the stage, and said to Lu Qingfeng: "Junior brother Zheng Wanjun, the thirteen disciples of the sect master, please give me more advice, and I hope that my subordinates will be merciful." ”

Lu Qingfeng smiled slightly, and said, "Senior brother is too modest, please make a move," At the same time as Lu Qingfeng spoke, Zheng Wanjun had already moved, the long sword in his hand was raised high, and the red light on the sword body was dazzling, obviously infused with true yuan, and soon the long sword was about to be split immediately.

At this moment, Lu Qingfeng moved, cast a lightning tracking step, and instantly arrived in front of Zheng Wanjun, raised his fist and smashed it towards Zheng Wanjun's face, this move The white ape came out of the hole, fast as lightning, fast as a meteor, like a hurricane giant Lang, the fist flashed with silver-white light, and the fist shadow was rapidly enlarged in front of Zheng Wanjun.

Zheng Wanjun had to stop the long sword that was about to be split, and hurriedly dodged to the side, but he was still a step slower, and was hit on the left shoulder by Lu Qingfeng's punch, and with a muffled bang, Zheng Wanjun flew up in the air and fell off the competition platform.

Lu Qingfeng is now at the peak of the early stage of the Xuanzhen Realm, Zheng Wanjun is in the late stage of the Shangzhen Realm, with the strength of the hegemonic body, Lu Qingfeng just stands still, and no matter what Zheng Wanjun does, he can't do anything to Lu Qingfeng. The Hegemony Technique is not only to exercise the tenacity of the body, but also to increase the strength rapidly.

The punch just now, the moment it touched Zheng Wanjun's body, Lu Qingfeng dispersed the sword qi that Zhen Yuan had turned into in his fist, and knocked Zheng Wanjun away with just his pure flesh. They are all brothers in the same sect, and they have no grievances, Lu Qingfeng doesn't want to hurt them.

Zheng Wanjun rolled over and stood up from the ground, his left shoulder was still numb, he saw Lu Qingfeng's punch just now, the silver-white light on his fist suddenly disappeared, knowing that his subordinates had left an invitation, he couldn't help but look at Lu Qingfeng, and hugged his fist from afar to express his gratitude.

The first round of the competition of 128 True Transmission disciples took 12 hours to end. It's already November, and a round of bright moonlight is reflected in the entire square, and the sky is full of stars and twinkles.

Although the weather is a little cold, the tens of thousands of disciples of the inner and outer gates are still immersed in the wonderful fights, no one is restrained, the square is very quiet, and it has reached the point where the needle can be heard. The scene of tens of thousands of people cultivating at the same time has never been seen in the history of the Qingyun Sword Sect, and today it has opened a historical precedent.

Seeing this situation, Lu Qingfeng didn't leave anymore, sitting outside the fence, and the practice route of the internal cultivation of the Tyrant Body Technique was slowly running in his body.

Divine consciousness looks inward, every time it runs for a week, there will be new points of light, silver, blue, blue, red, and yellow are colorful, as if they want to reflect the stars in the sky, Lu Qingfeng looked inward, and couldn't help but be a little dizzy.

After cultivating all night, Lu Qingfeng's spirit was extremely full, and the tens of thousands of cultivators in the square opened their eyes, ready to watch more exciting fights.

Sixty-four people quickly drew lots, this time Lu Qingfeng drew the number one, his opponent was a disciple of the Great Elder Guo Tianshan, named Liang Bo, a cultivator at the peak of the True Realm.

The two soon fought together, the long sword in Liang Bo's hand flashed with fiery red light, splitting, chopping, picking, and stabbing, constantly attacking Lu Qingfeng, Lu Qingfeng used zigzag steps and dodge steps, dexterously avoiding Liang Bo's attack.

Lu Qingfeng didn't pull out the Golden Lotus Sword behind him, because this Liang Bo's combat power was too low, and it was not worth his sword at all, until now, Lu Qingfeng didn't use a trace of True Yuan, but just relied on the strong body of the hegemonic body to wrestle with it, if he wanted to win, he only needed one punch to knock Liang Bo away.

Lu Qingfeng didn't punch Liang Bo in order not to embarrass the Great Elder, seeing that dozens of moves passed, when Liang Bo stabbed at Lu Qingfeng again, his body flashed to the left rapidly, and at the same time, his left hand was a sword finger, and he quickly poked at the wrist acupoint, and shouted lightly in his mouth: "Let go," as Lu Qingfeng's words fell, the long sword fell to the ground.

Lu Qingfeng stretched out his right hand, grabbed Liang Bo's wrist, twisted it behind him, raised his right leg, and kicked Liang Bo's buttocks.

Qingyun Temple was still floating in the square, the top ten elders and Leng Xuehan were all watching the competition, Leng Rubing stood behind Leng Xuehan, her beautiful eyes kept wandering with Lu Qingfeng's movements, her eyes flashed with strange colors, I don't know what she remembered, and there was occasionally a faint flush on her pretty face.

Guo Tianshan and Xu Rujun sat together, saw Liang Bo being kicked off the competition platform, turned his head to look at Xu Rujun, and said with a smile: "Senior brother, this apprentice of yours is not simple, after two games, it is like playing, but it is not easy to play my apprentice." ”

Xu Rujun said with a smile: "Senior brother, it's not right for you to say this, in my opinion, Qingfeng is not playing Liang Bo, he is trying not to embarrass his senior brother, think about it, Qingfeng knocked Liang Bo away with one punch, senior brother, you will definitely not be able to hang on your face." Guo Tianshan stretched out his hand and nodded at Xu Rujun, smiled and stopped talking.

The second round of the sixty-four into thirty-two competition had ended in the evening, and the rest of the time was still practiced in the hegemonic technique.

Soon, the third round of the competition had arrived, Lu Qingfeng drew the No. 1 lottery again, flew up to the competition platform, and looked at the opposite side, only to see that the eyes of the person opposite looking at Lu Qingfeng were full of viciousness, as if there was an irresolvable contradiction, and his cultivation was the same as Lu Qingfeng, both of them were the peak of the early stage of the Xuanzhen Realm.

I only heard the person on the other side say: "In Xia Hongtao, the ten disciples of the Ninth Elder's sect, take this opportunity to ask Senior Brother Lu for a lesson or two." ”

Lu Qingfeng smiled slightly, looked at Hong Tao and said, "In this case, Senior Brother Hong, under the Ninth Elder, Lu has always taken good care of him, please take action first." ”

What about the same cultivation, it is still not worth Lu Qingfeng's sword, Lu Qingfeng is still standing in place, waiting for the other party's coming, facing this long sword that flashes with a dazzling silver light, Lu Qingfeng does not dodge or dodge, until the tip of the sword is less than three inches away from the center of his eyebrows, his head deviates slightly, his upper body squats, his fists are clenched, and his fists are also wrapped in silver-white light, and his two fists hit Hong Tao's dantian at the same time.

Lu Qingfeng has no mercy for the disciples who never regret it, the two of them have reached a situation where they will not die, and the two sides will either die or I will die, and there is no room for relaxation.

A move evolved version of the shuangfeng sun salutation blasted away, only to hear a muffled sound come out, and Hong Tao's dantian was instantly pierced by the sword qi. The long sword in Hong Tao's hand fell down weakly, withdrew his fists, raised his right leg, and kicked Hong Tao hard in the chest.

Hong Tao's body was like a kite with a broken string, and it flew away diagonally. It wasn't until the whole body flew up that a miserable scream came from Hong Tao's mouth.

The rules of the Qingyun Sword Sect's martial arts competition are like this, as long as a person does not die, it is not considered a violation, and if the dantian is abolished, the person will not die, so Lu Qingfeng's heart is very calm.

The Nine Elders sat on the Qingyun Temple without regret, witnessing the whole process of their disciple's abolition, and their whole body trembled suddenly.

I had the heart to fly down directly, and Lu Qingfeng's life was killed with one palm, so why didn't Xu Rujun stare at him by his side. If you really want to do that, if you can't kill Lu Qingfeng, you won't be able to say anything, and it will only increase the laughing stock.

The third round of martial arts competition was faster, it was over before noon, and another disciple who had no regrets was abolished, Lu Qingfeng's heart was indescribably happy. In a good mood, he called Nan Ronglin, Duanmu and the other four people, and came to the restaurant of the elite disciples of Luoxia Peak.

Time flies so fast, the fourth day has arrived in a blink of an eye, and from today onwards, sixteen True Transmission disciples will have a points-based competition. Each person competes one game a day, eight games a day, in 16 days, and then ranks according to the points, and takes the top ten.

Lu Qingfeng was the first to play, and his opponent today was Mu Huairen, a disciple of the Nine Elders. Lu Qingfeng stood on the edge of the competition platform and quietly looked at Mu Huairen, Mu Huairen was a cultivator at the peak of the Xuanzhen Realm, and among the sixteen remaining True Transmission disciples, he was one of the only few disciples at the peak of the Xuanzhen Realm.

Mu Huairen was also looking at Lu Qingfeng with hateful eyes, and he didn't need to know who the other party was, because before taking the stage, the referee had already announced each other's names and identities. The two sides didn't have anything to say, so they directly drew their swords and fought together.

Lu Qingfeng no longer kept his hand, and directly pulled out the Golden Lotus Sword, and the evolved version of the Taiyi Xuanmen Sword was unfolded, making all the disciples in the audience dazzled.

Mu Huairen's true strength was also beyond his realm, and he believed that ordinary Xuanzhen Realm peak cultivators would definitely not be his opponents.

The two of them were on the competition platform, you came and went, glued together, the fiery red light and the colorful light were mixed together, and the sound of gold and iron colliding was heard from time to time.

Lu Qingfeng was fighting while thinking about countermeasures: It seems that this guy also has the ability to challenge beyond the level, and it is easy to defeat him, but he just has to think about which way to use.

Thinking in his heart, the Golden Lotus Sword was attacking step by step, not giving Mu Huairen the slightest respite, even if he competed with Zhenyuan, Lu Qingfeng could consume Mu Huairen alive.

In the blink of an eye, an hour has passed, and the two still haven't decided the winner, and then looking at Mu Huairen's face, he is already a little pale, and Lu Qingfeng is still in a state of excitement.

Lu Qingfeng was observing Mu Huairen all the time, and he must not let Mu Huairen's true yuan run out, in that case, he might admit defeat, if he really wanted this, his goal would not be achieved.

After thinking about it, the Golden Lotus Sword swept, and the evolved version of the Sweeping Thousand Troops was unleashed, and countless bright silver sword qi went straight towards Mu Huairen, and at the same time, the lightning tracking step was cast, chasing the bright silver sword qi.

Mu Huairen was still desperately resisting the silver-white sword qi, Lu Qingfeng had already arrived in front of him, and the evolved version of the sword point was cast in three stars, and three small silver points of light flashed with dazzling brilliance, shooting directly at Mu Huairen's upper, middle and lower three dantians.

Feeling that danger was coming, Mu Huairen involuntarily twisted his head to the side, but the other two places did not dodge, two soft sounds came, Huang Ting and Guan Yuan were both hit, and then, Lu Qingfeng raised his leg and kicked Mu Huairen's lower abdomen, and was kicked by Lu Qingfeng and flew up in the air.

The Ten Thousand Regrets on the Qingyun Temple could no longer bear it, and the three disciples were all destroyed in Lu Qingfeng's hands, which had already made him reach the limit of patience.

stood up suddenly, looked at Lu Qingfeng below with a hideous expression, and gritted his teeth and said, "Lu Qingfeng, little cub, the old man will not kill you, and he will not be a man." "After that, he will rise to his feet.

I only heard Guo Tianshan say: "Don't regret it, you sit down for me, in front of all the disciples, don't you feel that you have lost your identity?"

Wan Bu snorted and said, "Great Elder, why are there so many disciples who compete with him, only my disciple has been abolished dantian?"

I only heard Xu Rujun say: "It is inevitable that there will be injuries in the competition, and other disciples who fought with Lu Qingfeng are also injured, not just your disciples." As for the destruction of the dantian, it can only be said that their fate is not good, as long as they don't lose their lives, it is not a violation, if you can do it, you can also ask your disciple to abolish my apprentice, Xu Mou has no complaints. ”

There was an endless quarrel in the Qingyun Temple, the first day of the competition of the True Transmission Disciple Points System had ended, Lu Qingfeng's mood became more and more excited, and he called the four people who were best friends all the way back triumphantly.

Mu Huairen was abolished and could no longer participate in the competition, so the other fifteen True Transmission disciples would have one less competition, and they would be two points less than Lu Qingfeng.

Fourteen days have passed in a blink of an eye, Lu Qingfeng has been advancing all the way, and in fourteen competitions, all of them have defeated their opponents, accumulating twenty-eight points.

Today is the last day of the competition, Lu Qingfeng is still the first to take the stage, his opponent is Xia Yan, the ninth disciple of the Seven Elders, who has been cultivating for nearly a hundred years, when he first entered the Qingyun Sword Sect, he showed extraordinary talent, but he didn't expect that after breaking through to the Xuanzhen Realm, the entry became very slow, and after a hundred years of cultivation, he reached the peak of the Xuanzhen Realm.

In this battle with Xia Yan, Lu Qingfeng worked very hard, more than an hour passed, and there was still no winner or loser, Xia Yan's realm was two small steps higher than Lu Qingfeng, not to mention, he had cultivated for more than a hundred years, and in terms of experience, he was much richer than Lu Qingfeng, and it was really not an easy task to defeat him.

Lu Qingfeng thought about it for a long time and decided to spend it with him until he used up Xia Yan's true yuan, and the true yuan of the five attribute cultivators was much thicker than the others.

Two hours later, Xia Yan's expression was sluggish, Lu Qingfeng saw that the time had come, the Golden Lotus Sword swept out suddenly, and directly cast his own giant Lang stack kill, the light blue ripples rushed towards Xia Yan, the three ripples instantly coincided together, and the speed doubled in an instant, and it hit Xia Yan's body in the blink of an eye.

I saw Xia Yan, as if he had been ejected by something, and disappeared with a whoosh, and by the time he was discovered, he was already thousands of meters away.

Lu Qingfeng completed all the competitions, and finally became the first place in the competition of the true disciples of the Qingyun Sword Sect with a full score of thirty points.