Cultivation Begins with Cultivating Spiritual Roots

　　 Yang is not easy to fall beside the eighth ring.

　　 There is a senior deacon who is practicing Qi on the tenth floor presiding over the matter. He saw that all the four hundred disciples participating in the eighth ring had arrived, and he said:

　　 "Everyone comes to draw lots to clarify the opponents. The rule is, number one and number two play, number three and number four play, and so on."

　　 "Everyone is going all out. The suzerain and the elders are watching the battle with shadow stones. If they perform well, they may be favored by a certain elder or even the suzerain and accepted as apprentices."

　　 When all the disciples heard the words, they couldn't help but look up, hoping to be noticed by the elder and suzerain.

　　 "No. 229?" Yang Buyi drew lots after registering the game information. Seeing the number, he chose to stand aside and waited quietly.

　　 Soon, the deacon brother stood on the wide arena and said: "The big competition has officially started. Please disciples to compete in the order of the number plates drawn."

　　 He left the ring, and immediately two disciples jumped onto the ring. After holding their fists, the fierce battle began.

　　 Yang couldn't easily think of his number plate, and would not be able to play for a while.

　　 But very quickly, with the sound of a "boom", one of the two disciples who had just been on stage was blasted out of the ring, and the opening battle ended very quickly.

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　　 "The next game, the 23rd vs. the 24th!"

　　 To his surprise, with just one cup of tea, there were more than a dozen games to decide the outcome.

　　 This is a far cry from his previous thought that he would not be able to attend the meeting for a while.

　　 also made him, who wanted to close his eyes to rest his mind, raised his spirits and looked at it.

　　 A pair of disciples who came to the stage to compete can not help but have the same strength. Generally, the disciples of the sixth level of qi practice will solve the battle between the disciples of the fourth and fifth levels of qi practice. Only the disciples of equal strength can fight longer.

　　 Some of the players who are too weak, surrendered directly after one move, and the outcome was decided in an instant.

　　 The progress of the game is much faster than Yang Buyi imagined.

　　 Looking around, the rest of the ring is almost like this.

　　 The strength of the disciples in the first round is uneven, and the winner will be divided almost within ten strokes.

　　 "Look, that is Li Shilong, Senior Brother Li, the sixth-level peak of strength training, and they are the top ten strong contenders."

　　 The whispers of the two disciples on the side caught Yang Buyi's attention. He raised his eyes to the ring, and saw a smiling young man with extraordinary temperament.

　　 Opposite him is a young man with fear in his eyes.

"Brother Li, I'm offended!" Although the young man on the opposite side was afraid, the spirit power he radiated belonged to the sixth level of Qi training, and his fighting will was increasing crazily. I saw his body rising from the ground and punching forward. Shouted: "Hanbing Fist!"

　　 A strong cold wind swiftly blew around, some disciples of low strength couldn't help but shudder, and subconsciously moved a little farther away.

boom!

　　 But Li Shilong, who was at the center of his boxing strength, couldn't retreat. As soon as he raised his eyes, he stretched out his palm to resist the opponent's Frost Fist.

　　 A faint white chill quickly lingered on the opponent's fist, and it entangled like a snake worm, spreading to Li Shilong's arm as quickly as possible.

　　 Click, click!

　　 The cold air was extremely strong, and it instantly iced Li Shilong's arm.

The young man on the opposite side was overjoyed when he saw it. As he drank low, the cold fist was urged to the extreme. The cold air from his fist was more and it spread to Li Shilong at a faster speed, seeming to freeze him whole. trend.

Li Shilong saw joy in the opponent's eyes, and couldn't help but smile. He saw a yellow glow burst out of his frozen palm, and a powerful palm burst out, not only breaking the ice on his body, but also breaking the ice. The other party flew out.

　　 "This power, his palm is the foundation level?" Yang Buyi's expression changed, and he immediately judged the level of his palm.

　　 The shocked young man reacted swiftly. He got up quickly, just ready to move, and when he covered his chest, his complexion suddenly became flushed, and the suffocation in his chest disappeared after two breaths.

　　 He raised his eyes again to look at Li Shilong, his face changed, his fists were clenched and released, and finally he sighed and said with his fists.

　　 "Thank you brother for staying!"

　　 "Hmm!" Li Shilong nodded.

　　 "This is the victory? The opponent is Xiaobing Shen Luohuan, can't he stop a palm?" Although everyone could guess the ending of this battle, it was too fast, and they couldn't help being surprised.

　　 "Senior Brother Li's Hunyuan palm is the base-building level palm technique, and has already been practiced to the point where he is proficient. Can Luo Huan's Qi-training level boxing technique be able to resist it?" A disciple laughed.

　　 "Look, Senior Brother Cao Yan is on the court, and he is also a strong contender in the top ten this time." Just after everyone whispered, there was another cry.

　　 "I heard that Senior Brother Cao Yan once killed a seventh-level monster alone!" Someone slowly said in a calm voice.

　　 Everyone heard the low voice and raised their eyes again to look at the young man in the field with a body straight like a sword and cold eyes like ice, as if he had seen his domineering and invincible posture when he hunted down a seventh-level monster alone.

　　 "Cao Yan?" Yang Buyi didn't often do missions in the sect. He didn't know much about the celebrities in their mouths. At this moment, he looked at Cao Yan and wrote him down.

"Brother, I'm offended!" After the man on the other side was about to take a fist, he saw a shadow flashing by. With a bang, I only felt a pain in my chest. The whole person flew up and smashed into the ring. .

He looked up again, and saw a young man with cold eyes appearing on the ring where he was standing ~ www.novelmt.com~ Looking at the cold gaze from the young man, his face was blue and red, for the sake of greatness. It took a long time for him to prepare, and he failed without a single move. This huge gap made his chest suffocated and he couldn't get out of a breath, and he fainted.

　　 "Brother Cao Yan is amazing! Like Senior Brother Li, he defeated a sixth-level Qi training master with just one move!"

　　 "His speed is so fast that my naked eyes almost can't catch his movement." Yang Buyi's eyes shrank slightly, quite moved.

　　 "This Cao Yan is as fast as a ghost, I'm afraid his body skills are very extraordinary, build a foundation level of body skills?"

　　 Yang couldn't easily raise his eyes to look at him, and secretly guessed.

　　 Two strong people appeared in a row, which made him quite excited.

　　 also let him see that disciples with high-level spells are almost crushed against disciples without high-level spells.

　　 There is a huge gap between the skills of the Qi training level and the skills of the foundation construction level, and the power is not at the same level at all.

　　 This kind of one-sided situation was also in his expectation.

　　 Pairs of disciples continued to compete on stage. Yang Buyi watched all the way and found that many powerful people appeared, but they were not as dazzling as Li Shilong and Cao Yan.

　　 "The 229th vs. the 230th!"

　　 "Is it finally to me?" Yang Buyi smiled slightly, flew onto the stage, and stood opposite to a very handsome young man, "Five-level training, luck is not bad!"

"The sixth-level peak of Qi training?" The young man sensed the oppressive spiritual power, couldn't help but smile bitterly, and whispered in secret, "Brother, my Taoist companion is watching, can I pass 30 strokes? , Lose decently, and there will be a spirit stone in return!"