As soon as the words were uttered, the chanting on the entire mountaintop stopped abruptly.

The disciples of the Mountain-Shaking Sect entered the main hall in an orderly manner, and the compelling momentum on their bodies gathered together made me a little breathless, and this oppression aroused the stubbornness in my bones at the same time.

I tried to calm my nerves, adjusting my breathing, letting the source pool of the life gate rotate smoothly, combing the aura in the meridians.

With the flow of the two clear spirits in the source pool, my heart gradually calmed down, although the compelling momentum was still there, but for some reason, I seemed to lack some of the emotions I should have. I raised my head and looked coldly at the Shaking Mountain disciple, as if I was looking at a pile of lifeless stones.

Master was amazed at my composure, and then sincerely relieved and appreciative.

Yue Qianzhong was stunned for a moment, and said to the disciples in the hall with a slight frown,

"'There are thousands of mountains after shaking the mountain, and Zhenhai is guarding the border in front.'" My Shaking Mountain Sect is inherited from the Taiqing Palace Mixed Yuan Mountain, and the patriarch Qing Yuanzi Yu supreme destruction and cultivation is the 103,000 years of my Shaking Mountain Sect, during which there have been countless amazing predecessors. Although our small rural sect of the Shaking Mountain Sect is not comparable to the Zhongzhou Holy Land, we also have our own pride. Today, the Great Elder of the Taiqing Palace, with his chief disciple Qing Yi, came to my Shaking Mountain Sect to learn the Dao Method, which disciple is willing to fight on behalf of my Shaking Mountain Sect! ”

Well, seeing the more majestic and high-spirited posture of their disciples, I also retreated from the previous state, and couldn't help but hide behind the master, trying to stare at the eyes and pretend to be scared, but my legs still couldn't help but tremble.

Yue Qianzhong smiled when he saw this, "Our Mountain-shaking Sect is not relying on the number of people to bully the few people, in this way, which disciple below the realm of holding the art is willing to accompany this little junior disciple to practice." ”

The disciples of the Mountain-Shaking Sect looked at each other when they heard their sect master's words.

At this moment, a lazy and resolute response came from outside the hall, "Since no one is willing to stand up, then let me accompany this little master of the Dao Palace to make a few moves." ”

Seeing this, the disciples consciously gave way to an aisle.

I saw a person carrying an iron rod and yawning slowly and leisurely walking in. The man was not very old, he should have been a few years older than me, his hair was knotted, and a seeping scar on his otherwise delicate face stretched along the seal between his eyebrows to his right cheek.

He walked in front of everyone, spit out the grass roots in his mouth, saluted Yue Qianzhong, and said a little politely, "Master, can you just let the apprentice fight?" ”

A trace of incomprehensible complexity flashed on Yue Qianzhong's face, and he immediately nodded and looked at me, "Qingyi, if there are no other objections, breathe for a while, and the queen of the palace will play the martial arts platform to discuss the matter." ”

The mountain-shaking disciple with the iron rod grinned at me, and although there should be no malice, the scars on his face still looked a little hideous and terrifying under this smile.

I was a little scared, comforted my trembling legs and hugged his fists, and then shrank behind the master's back and continued to stare at the people who shook the mountain.

He scratched his head in embarrassment, sighed, and turned away as if no one was around.

The group of disciples dispersed, and Master and I were also preparing to follow Yue Qianzhong to their martial arts stage.

Yue Qianzhong waved his hand, "Don't worry, Qingyi, this disciple of mine is a little special, although his qualifications are mediocre, he is already a Qi Refining Nine Heavens, majoring in the physical body. In any case, you have to remember that you must not provoke him with victory or defeat. Even if you lose, it doesn't matter, "The Spirit of a Thousand Mountains" can also be lent to you to watch. Don't provoke him, remember. ”

Did this Uncle Yue misunderstand me? I was a little dazed, my cultivation in the late stage of Qi refining was a lot higher than mine.

I looked at the master aggrievedly and said, "Master, you haven't taught me to fight, and he is so much higher than me, how can I fight!" ”

The master stroked his beard and frowned as if thinking, "I didn't think that this kind of thing would happen, huh...... Either you just watch and fight casually, didn't Sect Master Yue say it, and if you lose, you will also be shown the spirit trick. ”

The two old men looked like they were not too big to see the excitement, and I was so angry that I didn't look back and walked out the door.

The martial arts platform is in the southeast corner behind the main hall, at this time it is already full of people, just now the young man with an iron rod has already been lying on the stage, relying on his iron rod to snore, and the disciples of the Shaking Mountain Sect also consciously give way when they see me coming.

I sighed and slowly walked down the steps next to me to the stage. When I looked back, Master and Yue Qianzhong were looking at me not far away, without any intention of giving me advice.

I had no choice but to cheer myself up, and then said to the young man with the iron rod who was still sleeping, "The sun is drying your ass, so let's get up and fight first." ”

The boy raised an eyebrow, stretched and stood up unhurriedly. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and burst out of a sentence, "The appearance of the five-fold qi refining is not a bit of a bully for you." ”

I gave him a blank look and thought, "What's the point of talking about this now, what are you doing earlier?" I pulled away from the stance, clenched my fists in front of my chest, and said, "Then it's time to stop~"

He took the stick in his hand aside, moved his neck, looked at me with a smile, raised his hands slightly, a layer of pale golden spiritual power covered his fist, and then one foot retreated slightly, and the whole person rushed towards me like a cannonball.

I didn't expect him to shoot so crisply, and I had to step sideways to try to dodge the blow.

But what I didn't expect was that he turned around flexibly and punched at my face, I hurriedly used my spiritual power to try to block this punch with my hand, but the gap in the realm made me fly out directly upside down and fall the martial arts stage. The sharp pain in my hands and the close contact between my back and the ground made me feel relieved, and I couldn't exert any strength in my body.

This iron-roded boy is surprisingly powerful, and he doesn't know how much more combat experience he has than me. He looked down at me and grinned at me, "I'm sorry, I just forgot to introduce myself, the Mountain-Shaking Sect-Qingzeng, please advise." ”

I trembled and supported myself, and the green aura of the source pool came out again and went around, which made my whole person feel a lot more comfortable.

I took a big breath of clear air, and the two qi masses of Qingling slowly rotated, adjusting the spiritual power around my body to cover my whole body slightly.

"I can't go head-to-head with him, the realm is too bad. The abominable master didn't teach me how to use the aura to fight, and despite the green aura to repair the body, who could guarantee that it would be in such a good mood every time. "My little head was spinning rapidly, thinking about this battle that was not a balance of power in itself.

The chaotic thoughts took me back to the streets of Kitayama Castle, and every time I finished the destruction, I seemed to be keenly aware of the adults who were coming, and I would also dodge them at the first time, so it was often the sea that they were caught and spanked, and I was always safe and sound.

Thinking about it, I tried to capture that feeling.

Faintly, in the valley behind Liuyun City, after the broken fan of the Yin-Yang Diagram moved, the kind of spiritual sense that appeared that could perceive some unknown things gradually merged together.

I savored the state, my eyes still closed, but the things around me already came to mind.

The iron-roded boy Qing Zeng grinned, a trace of vermilion strange qi wafted from the long scar of Yin Tang, and the surrounding spiritual qi continued to converge in his source pool, and these scenes were clearly visible.

I got up with my eyes closed, feeling the air currents around me, some of the spiritual power around me was sparse and some were dense, some were thick, and some were shallow. I felt the different emotions of the people around me, some expressed disdain for me, some were curious, and more were afraid and ridiculed by Qing Zeng.

I don't know why people reacted to him the way they did, but all I have to do now is fight this fight.

Qing Zeng was also a little surprised to see me stand up so quickly, and the aura gathered by the source pool swam towards the limbs, and then a body of spiritual power was lifted and crashed towards me.

With my previous experience, I didn't move, feeling the approaching spiritual power, I also ran the Qi Refining Technique to accelerate the rotation of the Qing Ling Qi. I put my left hand on the wrist of the palm of my right hand, and pushed the back of my right hand forward, and the clear qi of Yuanchi surrounded my arms, gradually forming a quiet flow of air around me.

Qing Zeng sneered disdainfully at this, condensed his whole body aura into his right fist and struck at me, and the sound of the wind roaring closer and closer to me.

I concentrate and know that success or failure is a matter of success. Sensing a slight disturbance in the airflow around me, the back of my right hand also felt the spiritual power of Qing Zeng's fist. At this moment, I turned my hip slightly, flipped his wrist with my right hand, and slapped his right cheek with my left hand. The blow containing the clear qi directly knocked Qing Zeng diagonally away, and a few drops of blood sliding out of the air shattered to the ground with his figure.

My closed eyes slowly opened, and I always felt as if something was missing from the victory in front of me, as if something was not right.

I was about to look back at Master and Yue Qianzhong, when I felt that Master had come behind me and grabbed me and left the stage.

Yue Qianzhong appeared where I was just now, his back like a mountain, revealing bursts of oppression.

I looked at the master in confusion, and before I could ask a question, I saw a blood mist floating out of Qing Zeng's body who fell to the ground, and gradually the bloody qi around him became more and more intense, and his body stood upright from the ground.

Qing Zeng in the blood mist looked a little unreal, his closed eyes suddenly opened, and two substantial red rays shot at Yue Qianzhong.

Yue Qianzhong shook off this blow with his sleeves and shouted: "All the disciples listen to the order and form a thousand heavy formations that shake the mountain." ”

Hearing this, the disciples in the audience distributed and gathered in an orderly manner, and the compelling momentum was wave after wave, and a heavy spiritual power formed a small mountain, which was suppressed towards Qing Zeng on the martial arts stage.

They must have rehearsed this countless times, and the whole process was completed without any delay.

In that strange state, Qing Zeng let out a roar from his mouth, his body suddenly grew several times, and the clothes on his body were broken into pieces by him, and the rich bloody aura made Qing Zeng look like a crazy beast at this time.

As the small mountain where the formation converged was suppressed, the roar in Qing Zeng's mouth also burst out into a rolling sound wave, and the rich blood qi with a strange red glow actually resisted the joint efforts of the disciples of the mountain-shaking group.

Yue Qianzhong waved his hand, and a black qi surged from the main hall, gathering in front of him into a shiny black stone.

He shook his head and sighed, pointing at Qing Zeng in the red light of blood mist, and the mountain seal rumbled, like a meteor falling from the night sky, smashing Qing Zeng's body.

Watching the dust of the martial arts stage slowly dissipate, Qing Zeng under the seal of the mountain held the iron rod tightly in one hand, gradually retracted the red mang, and returned to his original appearance, and the tattered clothes and rags could cover him.

I looked at everything that was happening in front of me in shock, and asked Master with a weak heart, "Master, is it because I injured him that he became like this?" ”

The master looked at Qing Zeng on the stage and shook his head, turned to me and said, "You go back to the main hall first, and I'll deal with Yue Qianzhong here." ”

After listening to Master's words, I turned around and returned to the temple step by step.

The platform where the Shaking Mountain Seal was originally placed was empty, and I rubbed my head and fell into thought, recalling the fear and ridicule of the disciples of Shaking Mountain that I had just closed my eyes and felt towards Qing Zeng, which made me feel deep doubts.

I paced around the hall boredly, looking around, Master and Yue Qianzhong had not yet returned.

Time passed, the sun in the sky was still the same, and I gradually began to guess about it.

The injury on Qing Zeng's face should be directly related to his strange state just now, but it is unknown whether it was the scar that caused his abnormal transformation, or whether it was the existence of that scar that suppressed his strange state like a beast.