The heavens begin from practicing swords in the palace

The Qimai Martial Arts Competition is a grand event once every sixty years in the Qingyun Sect.

This time, everyone lives in Tongtian Peak.

On Tongtian Peak, there were hundreds more people at once, and the accommodation naturally became tense.

Four people including Zhao Qiu and Qi Hao were crowded together in a room.

Not long after, Qi Hao said: "Junior brother, I still have something to do, I have to go out for a while."

Seeing his dodging eyes, Zhao Qiu secretly cursed in his heart: "Qi Hao is going out now, probably going to meet Tian Ling'er privately.

What the hell, Tian Linger and Qihao are together, this is also one of the triggers for Zhang Xiaofan to join the Devil's Cult in the future.

Speaking of which, this Qi Hao is my senior brother, and Zhang Xiaofan is the only surviving fellow from the original owner.

This is hard to say! "

People with deep roots of love, many times, what they get in return are falling flowers, intentional flow and ruthlessness.

It is difficult to talk about emotional matters, and it is not clear.

However, he only sighed secretly, this matter has nothing to do with him.

"clang!"

A crisp sound of bells and tripods came, echoing in the misty sea of ​​white clouds, which lifted everyone's spirits, and the originally noisy square suddenly fell silent.

I saw that on the huge stage in the middle, the figures of Daoxuan Daoist and Cangsong Daoist appeared, Daoxuan Daoist took a step forward, looked around the countless disciples under the stage, and said loudly: "The competition begins."

As he spoke, he flicked his sleeve robe, and the sound of the tripod on the clock rang again, "Dang Dang Dang Dang" resounded through the sky.

All the people waiting, all felt excited.

Zhao Qiu felt nothing.

Reverend Daoxuan said a few words first, then Taoist Cangsong came out and said a few more words, and finally there was another clear and pleasant sound of bells and tripods, and the competition began.

Zhao Qiu cursed loudly in his heart, no matter where he was, on such an occasion, the head and the like in power seemed to have to say a few words, which was a waste of precious time.

There are 63 people competing in the eight arenas, so naturally they have to be divided into four batches.

Afterwards, Tian Linger, Lu Xueqi and others appeared successively.

That's all for Tian Ling'er, her cultivation might be outstanding among her peers, but in Zhao Qiu's eyes, that's all there is to it, nothing outstanding.

As for Lu Xueqi, she is still a bit to behold, she is very pretty, and her cultivation level is not bad.

Not long after, it was time for Zhao Qiu to play.

Zhao Qiu stood majestically on top of the arena, like a stone Buddha.

After the other party reported his name, he shook the snow-white long sword in his hand, and that long sword immediately burst out with a brilliance that was almost as bright as the rising sun at this moment, brilliant and resplendent, and awe-inspiring.

Following the introduction of the disciple Fa Jue, with a loud shout, the long sword pressed down majestically like bright sunlight.

"The light of fireflies, how dare you compete with the sun and the moon!"

Zhao Qiu said softly.

But seeing him calm and composed, standing still, he waved his right hand forward continuously.

A ray of blue light is moving forward, and that ray of blue light immediately shattered the brilliant sword light.

That ray of blue light didn't stop, and moved forward again, hitting the disciple's lower abdomen.

The disciple was hit by this blow and was immediately sent flying from the ring.

With such a huge difference in strength, Zhao Qiu defeated his opponent in the arena so simply.

Today, he has not only cultivated Taijixuanqingdao to the Shangqing state, but also cultivated Dafan Prajna to a very high level.

Moreover, with the improvement of his cultivation base, his yin spirit can be used.

His yin spirit can look inside the whole body, clearly controlling every ounce of energy.

In this way, he can use every ounce of his strength with precision.

Simply, with a wave of his hand, he defeated the opponent in front of him.That ray of clear light immediately found the weak point in the opponent's sword light, and after killing it, knocked the opponent out of the ring.

At the place closest to the ring, there were seven or eight people sitting, the head of the Qingyun Sect, Master Daoxuan, the head of Longshou Peak, Taoist Cangsong, and the head of Xiaozhu Peak, Master Shuiyue, were all present.

After seeing the scene where Zhao Qiu defeated his opponent, Taoist Cangsong laughed loudly: "Jing Yu's cultivation has gone a step further!"

Reverend Daoxuan nodded and said, "Is this son one of the orphans from Caomiao Village?"

Taoist Cangsong changed his expression, and said, "Exactly!"

Master Daoxuan said: "This boy is very good, at such an age, he can practice Taiji Xuanqing to such an extent!"

In his expression, it was impossible to see whether he was happy or unhappy.

After a while, Reverend Daoxuan looked at Taoist Cangsong again, and said meaningfully: "It seems that Junior Brother Cangsong's Longshou Peak is going to shine in this martial arts competition!"

These words have other meanings, but Cang Song didn't care too much, and said: "Jing Yu's talent, in the same generation, there is hardly anyone who can compare with it!

I'm afraid, only senior brother and Wan..."

But when Taoist Cangsong said the word "ten thousand", he stopped immediately.

It seems that the person surnamed "Wan" has become a taboo.

Reverend Daoxuan and Master Shuiyue at the side also trembled slightly.