The idiot went crazy again today

Chapter 36 What a coincidence, you also want to be the chief disciple?

In fact, the Immortal Art Competition in the Sea of ​​Clouds and Tiancheng is not just a competition of skills, but all the skills of the City of Clouds and Tiancheng can be used in the Immortal Art Competition.

Yuqingchi raised his head, and the moonlight outside the window was reflected in his burning eyes: "I have heard from Senior Brother Chang Gui from Bagua Peak that the so-called Immortal Art Competition is a grand event held every 15 years in Tiancheng, aiming to test newcomers. The achievements of practice. All young leaders from all peaks within 20 years of entry can participate."

"That's right." Luo Yunhuan nodded and added: "In the previous Immortal Art Competitions, because I had no disciples from the sect headed by Yunhai Tiancheng, only disciples from the four peaks of Miaofa, Qianren, Bagua, and Xuanhu were selected to participate, but now I am a teacher. Since there are successors, it would be inappropriate not to participate."

"Master wants me to participate in the Immortal Art Competition?"

Luo Yunhuan: "Well, if you really don't want to, even as a teacher..."

Yu Qingchi: "Of course I am willing to, I can participate in the Grand Competition in the name of my master's disciple, how can I not be willing if I am too happy?"

Luo Yunhuan glanced at him and said: "Qingchi, you should understand that whether you want to or not, you have to do it out of your heart, not for being a teacher or others..."

When Luo Yunhuan said this, she suddenly looked up and saw the disciple in front of her face full of enthusiasm and eagerness to try. She swallowed the words as soon as she reached her mouth, and changed her words: "In short, winning or losing is not the key point, just do your best."

Yuqingchi's brows and eyes are full of smiles: "I also heard from Senior Brother Changgui that the position of Chief Disciple of Yunhai Tiancheng has been vacated because of Master's succession as the headmaster, so the leader of this fairy art competition can still succeed The position of Chief Disciple. Master, for this title, I will definitely take this Grand Competition leader into my pocket!"

Standing where you once stood, you will live up to the name of Jiuxiaoxian's respected disciple.

On this side, Yuqingchi was satisfied with the sword presented by his master, while on the other side, Fenglei, who was in the Yueying Building, felt like sitting on pins and needles, panicked and restless.

In the moon shadow building, the treasure tripod emits smoke, and the jade cup is green.

Fengyue Xianjun sits leisurely, accompanied by two beautiful fairy attendants, cooking tea with bare hands, with dark fragrance and full sleeves.

Fenglei stood neatly below, feeling uneasy.

Several hours have passed since he returned to Bagua Peak with Senior Brother Fengyue.After Fengyue came back, he first ordered him to come to the Moon Studio to wait, and he himself went to the master's place to say hello, and this waited from the time when the sun was sinking in the west until the moon was in the middle of the sky.

Whether it is his master Hengxiao or senior brother Fengyue, Fenglei respects and fears them both, taking their order as the standard and dare not disobey it.Then even though Fengyue, who came belatedly, finally returned to Yueyinglou, ordering the fairy to serve tea as if there was no one else around, and just left Fenglei who had been waiting for several hours aside and ignored him, Fenglei did not dare to complain.

The sea of ​​stars is sinking, and the bright moon is hanging high.

The tea soup in Fengyue's hands was light in color, as if nothing had happened, she picked up a volume of books and started to read them casually.

Seeing that the senior brother had no intention of answering him, Feng Lei finally couldn't help it, quietly raised his eyelids, and boldly called the senior brother.

"Oh?" Fengyue moved the scroll in her hand down an inch, revealing a pair of long dark eyes like a deep pool, and mockingly said: "Is this unstoppable?"

"..." Feng Lei didn't know how to respond.

After ten years of introductory training, he thought he was the top disciple of the same period in terms of foundation, cultivation, and physical strength. Who would have thought that today he only did shallow physical labor for less than an hour, and his body seemed to be falling apart, and the pain was unbearable .

Fortunately, Fengyue didn't intend to hang on to her junior brother any longer, she waved her hands away from the immortal attendant, but she didn't put down the scroll in her hand, and said casually: "If it wasn't for the fact that Nephew Qingchi made a mistake in his technique today, I don't know that other disciples have already started I have practiced high-level spells such as the red flame and scorching sun."

Fengyue seemed to be chatting casually, her tone was not harsh, and her vocal glands could even be called beautiful, but Fenglei felt frightened for no reason when she heard it, and cold sweat dripped suddenly.

He lightly turned a page of the book and said, "Junior Brother, Master is not very satisfied with your progress in cultivation."

Fengyue's voice was soft and gentle, her tone was approachable, like gossip, but Fenglei was so startled that she knelt down suddenly: "Master, calm down! Brother, calm down! This disciple has been practicing for ten years, and I dare not slack off for a moment. The red flame scorching sun technique of Yuqing Lake Haven't you practiced it yet? If the disciple can practice such high-level techniques, he must be better than him!"

"Oh?" Fengyue moved the book in her hand, glanced at him, and said with a light smile: "Junior brother, are you blaming Master and I for not teaching you high-level spells?"

"The disciple has absolutely no such intentions! The disciple is just...just..." Fengyue's voice could not hear any joy or anger, and Fenglei knelt down again at this moment, not even daring to lift his eyelids, unable to discern the emotions of the people seated, I just felt that inexplicable pressure and fear enveloped me, and I didn't dare to breathe out.

Fengyue stepped down from her seat, came to Fenglei's face, and patted him on the shoulder: "Senior brother is just joking with you, why should you be surprised? Master and I have already known you as a human being, and we also know that you respect your teacher. Dao, I will not be dissatisfied with the teacher."

Feng Lei nodded his head like a pompous garlic: "Yes, yes, yes! Brother Shizun's eyes are like torches!"

Fengyue turned around and took the seat again, and said: "Get up, you haven't made a mistake, don't kneel to me."

However, Feng Lei never dared to move an inch, and said sincerely: "It is a big mistake for a disciple to disappoint Master and Senior Brother if he is not good at learning, and he deserves to be punished. Senior Brother please lower the punishment on behalf of Master!"

Fengyue snorted softly: "Since you like to kneel, then kneel. Let me ask you, what are your plans for the Xianmen Grand Competition in the near future?"

Without even thinking about it, Fenglei blurted out: "Naturally, it is to practice diligently, and strive to win the championship in one fell swoop!"

"Strive for it?" Fengyue's voice and eyes were heavy, and she repeated in a very soft but clear voice: "Master has never accepted a disciple for nearly one year, and you are the only disciple accepted by Master after me. Do you think Master The reason for accepting you as an apprentice is to listen to your words and strive to win the championship?"

"This...disciple doesn't understand, please explain clearly, senior brother."

"Luo Yunhuan succeeds as the head, and his disciples will definitely target the chief disciple of Yunhai Tiancheng. And you must defeat him. This year's chief disciple of Yunhai Tiancheng must be my Baguafeng disciple."

Fengyue's thin lips curled up, and she smiled again, but that smile was completely different from Luo Yunhuan, or even everyone in Yunhai Tiancheng, cold and cruel:

"If you can't even do this, then jump off from the top of the sea of ​​clouds, so as not to dirty Master and my hands."

Having made bold words in front of the master, Yuqingchi naturally did not dare to slack off, and practiced every day from dawn to dusk, and practiced immortal arts without any mistakes.But perhaps because of the seal, when practicing Yunhai Tiancheng mental method, it is inevitable that the breath will be stagnant, and it is difficult to break through the shackles and improve to a higher level, regardless of the cultivation level or the magic moves.

There is no way to win in the Immortal Art Competition like this.

When night fell, Yuqingchi walked in the direction of the dormitory from Wujian Xiantai with a bitter face.

He is conceited but not arrogant.After nearly ten years in the Tiancheng of the Sea of ​​Clouds, I have already seen what it means to be full of talents, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. Only now, among the new disciples practicing at the top of the Sea of ​​Clouds, there are many masters from all walks of life.

Chang Si, who lives in the same courtyard with him, is outstanding in swordsmanship, Chang Nian has perfected a thick and long hollow carved silver needle, and Chang Gui's summoning technique can even summon the auspicious beast Qilin...even the annoying Fenglei can't do it. It's so annoying, the whisk in his hand can turn into a long sword, his body skills are strange and the sword's power is fierce, it should not be underestimated...

This is only the new beginner disciples of the top of the sea of ​​clouds. You must know that the object of the fairy art competition is the disciples of Tiancheng within 20 years of entry. How many capable people are there in the four peaks of the sea of ​​clouds and Tiancheng?

Yuqingchi didn't dare to think about it, but knew that it was not easy to follow in the footsteps of his master and become the chief disciple of Yunhai Tiancheng.

Thinking of this, Yuqingchi suddenly turned around and returned to Wujianxiantai.

No, just practicing to this level is far from enough to defeat all opponents, he must hurry up!

The night wind was bleak.

On the Sword Dance Immortal Platform, the young man stood alone in the wind, the aura-filled Heavenly Prophecy sword on his back was tightly wrapped by white linen strips.

Although Senior Brother Chang Gui said that in order to ensure the fairness of the Immortal Art Competition and avoid the participants being affected by the quality of the weapons, the disciples participating in the Immortal Art Competition all use the weapons uniformly issued by Tiancheng.But the master also said that the Heavenly Prophecy Sword, as the famous striker of Tiancheng, has extraordinary abilities. He is still in a low level of cultivation, and he may not be able to control it well. realm.Therefore, every day when Yuqingchi practiced swordsmanship, he would invite out the Heavenly Prophecy Sword.

Under the moonlight, Yuqingchi was calm and concentrated, motionless and silent, like a stone statue.

The night wind stops and the cold stars sink.

The boy's figure moved instantly, and suddenly exerted force, and the long sword on his back pierced through the air!The cloth that wrapped the sword was thrown into the air, and the young man stretched out his hand to catch the sword neatly!

Yuqingchi's steps are light, his body is agile, his sleeves are full of wind, and the spirit sword in his hand seems to have a soul, following the youth's ups and downs, he moves to show his might!But in an instant, when the young man closed his posture, the wooden stake in front of him for practicing sword moves suddenly shattered, leaving a neat section exposed to the cold night wind, as if showing the fierce sword move of the boy holding the sword.

Yuqingchi put away the heavenly prophecy, approached the stake that was cut off by his sword move, thoughtfully.

The broken part of the wooden stake is stable and tidy... Although the sword intent is sharp, the sword moves are not as powerful. When encountering a strong enemy, it is inevitable to suffer losses.

The half of the stake that was cut off was an inch higher than the lower half of the stake that was still standing on the ground... Although the sword is powerful, it is not accurate enough, and it is easy to leave a hole if you are not careful...

While observing the traces left by the sword moves, Yuqingchi reviewed the weaknesses and deficiencies in his mind when he made the move just now. Before he knew it, it was late at night, until the ringing bells came from the Immortal Suppressing Ghost Pagoda on the back mountain of Tiancheng in the distance.

The bell of the Immortal Pagoda rings, which means that midnight has passed.

Yunhai Tiancheng does not encourage young disciples to use the rest time for cultivation.As soon as the child arrives, the formation of wooden stakes left on the Wujian Immortal Platform for the disciples to practice will disappear without a trace, even if there are hard-working disciples who want to stay, they will have no way to practice.

"It's already this hour?" Yuqingchi raised his head, took his attention away from his sword moves, put away the prophecy, and prepared to go back to his room.

Unexpectedly, at the moment when he got up, the last bell of Zhengui Immortal Pagoda rang, Yuqingchi's breathing stopped suddenly, and a strange and strange force suddenly surged in his dantian, constantly impacting his whole body.At the same time, there seemed to be another familiar pure holy power in his body repeatedly wandering through his limbs.

The two forces collided violently in his body like a fire cooking oil, making Yuqingchi's whole body scorching hot, unbearable for a while, his throat was sweet, and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood!

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