The first round of the competition came to an end, except for Hui Jie, Hui Guang, Hui Ming and Hui Lei, an elite disciple who was temporarily substituted from the Dragon and Tiger Hall, who had always maintained a calm state of mind from the beginning of the game to the stage to receive the medal, the other twelve people all seemed to have walked several times from heaven to hell and then to heaven, with mixed feelings, that is, when they came to the stage to receive the medals, they all seemed to be dreaming, because they knew that their honor of the top 16 was really a bit flattering.

But no matter what, the reward is real, martial arts, that is something that only the elite disciples of the Dragon and Tiger Hall can have, they don't have the blessing to contact martial arts, they usually just have the simplest foundation to practice qi, at most, when the real people of virtue and martial arts are happy, teach them a little basic movements of martial arts, such as zama, left and right punches, flying feet and double kicks, etc., of course, like Hua Yue, Gu Liduo and the like are a different matter, not only do they have Xuanwu low-level martial arts, but some of the rich children also have Xuanwu middle-level martial arts, and even formations, but the vast majority of loose cultivation disciples still don't have their own martial arts.

Therefore, their desire for martial arts is like a wheat field with a long drought, so hungry and thirsty, that after receiving the medal on the podium, they are stunned and at a loss.

"Okay, the medals have also been distributed, don't be stunned, let's go back. Master Yuzang said loudly, "Everyone else should also leave, and the second round will start on time early tomorrow morning." ”

"Wow!" replied in a loud voice.

"By the way, at three o'clock in the afternoon, the top sixteen disciples will go to the first floor of the Tibetan Scripture Hall and exchange their medals for martial arts. Master Yuzang said again.

"Wow!" replied the crowd on the podium.

In the afternoon, the breeze blows and the clouds roll up.

Passing through the main entrance of the Tibetan scripture hall, and then passing through the cloister, in front is a carved beam and painted building, the eaves are tall towers, the tower is more than 20 zhang high, a total of 18 floors. The bottom layer is the red lacquer copper button door, the book "Tibetan Scripture Pavilion", there are couplets pasted on both sides, the upper couplet is: "What is the year after year and year after year?" In front of the door stood two elderly men, their eyes slightly closed, as if they were asleep.

"Whoever comes, report your name!" the two old men said suddenly,

"Uncle Qiming, we are all disciples of the Dragon Climbing Society this year, in exchange for rewarding martial arts. Please let us in. Hui Jie stepped forward from the queue and bowed to his fists.

"What are you talking about, uncle?" asked the old man on the left with his eyes slightly open, his face changed slightly, and he asked in surprise, and then gently waved the sleeves of his robe.

A tornado-like force rolled up Huijie as fast as lightning, threw it outward, and with a "whoosh" sound, Huijie soared into the air and was thrown out of the area of the Tibetan Scripture Hall.

A scream of "Ah————hh

This ——? Huiguang, Huiming, Huilei, and the other twelve disciples were all taken aback, what was the matter? If you don't give a reward and repay the account, you should say it earlier, don't play this old trick of yin and yang? Why don't you blow people away without saying a word? What kind of rule is this?

Just when the disciples were puzzled, the old man on the right side of the door muttered: "Hey, it's really not as good as the next generation, what's the matter? Didn't your master tell you that you must be called the ancestor when you see me?"

The disciples were a little stunned, the two old men guarding the gate were not even higher than the sect master's seniority, they had never heard of it before, hey, it seems that there are many things that we can not understand in our casual cultivation.

"Hello old ancestor, we are little dolls participating in the Denglong Club, please ask the old ancestor for advice, so that I can enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to exchange for martial arts, I am grateful!" Xiao Huiming saw that no one dared to come forward to ask, so he stepped forward, rushed out, bowed down and hugged his fists, and stepped forward to say.

"Ahem-ahem, this little doll looks pretty good, okay, you all put the medals in your hands on the bronze hook, and the door on the first floor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion will be opened, and you can enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to choose martial arts, and a few people can only enter a few people, understand?" said the old man on the left slowly.

"Thank you ancestors, Huiming wishes the ancestors a thousand generations and a long life......"

"Okay, okay, hurry up and brush the medal to go in, you only have one hour to choose the time inside~" The old man on the right interrupted Hui Ming's compliment and said impatiently, but the expression on his face looked like he was stealing fun.

"Huh, just an hour?" the crowd looked confused.

In the next moment, the "whoosh-search" ran faster than the rabbit one by one, and in an instant, the brass medals were pressed on the copper button of the gate.

"Squeak-" With a sound, the red-lacquered door on the first floor of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion slowly opened automatically, and a cosmic desolate aura emanated from the inside out.

"Don't run around after entering, especially don't go above the second layer, because most of your cultivation is in the foundation building realm, and the field pressure of the second layer must be borne by cultivators in the late stage of the fusion realm, otherwise, the blood vessels will burst. The meridians are all broken and you die, and besides, it doesn't mean that you will definitely be able to take it away if you choose a martial art, you must exchange it for your medal of honor, your medal can only be exchanged for a low-level martial art of the Xuanwu level, and there is a round hole on the side of the selected transparent square box, you can only take out the selected martial arts if you put your own medal into the round hole, do you understand?"

"Understood. The crowd replied in unison.

As soon as the words fell, one by one they couldn't wait to rush in.

One floor in the pavilion, the dome is several zhang high, the pavilion is mainly made of stone, simple and elegant, more than ten zhang in circumference. Rows of transparent square crystals, arranged in a stepped shape layer by layer, beveled upward, one by one in the crystal, lying there quietly, there is a passage in the middle of the hall and on both sides to the direction of the second floor.

Everyone entered the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and looked at the rows of martial arts and exercises, and they were dazzled, wow, isn't this the scene that always appeared in their dreams? They have grown so big, most people have never seen the exercises and martial arts scrolls, let alone put so many exercises and martial arts together at once, and when they see so many at once, their hearts are beating a little abnormally.

Surprise is surprise, but they all understand what they are here to do, and after they come in one by one, they hurriedly grab the medals and run to the crystal boxes, for fear that if they can't choose the right one for themselves when it's too late, it will be a big loss.

After Xiao Huiming entered the pavilion with everyone, he was a little excited when he looked at the rows of exercises and martial arts, but he was not as exaggerated as others, after all, he already had his own exercises and martial arts, and it was still a high price for Xuanwu, but Yiduo was not pressing, he saw that everyone began to choose, and he slowly walked towards the crystal boxes.