The Youzhou Martial Arts Association is a shortcut for young masters to become famous. It has set up a three-level arena of sixth to eighth grades. Except for the disciples of the five sects who are privileged and qualified to enter the finals directly, other participants have to go through many finals and reach the finals with their true strength. This has both advantages and disadvantages. The disciples of the five sects are waiting for their work, and they have a certain understanding of the players entering the finals before the game and formulate countermeasures. However, at the same time, they lack the chance to increase their experience against the enemy and make breakthroughs on the spot.

The registration point for the Wuhui Association is set up on the Linhuju on the left bank of the Jinxiang River. Half of this Linhuju is built on the Jinxiang River. With the surging flowing water and the ancient, solemn but atmospheric decoration, there is a sense of elegance and quietness.

The registration for the martial arts meeting has come to an end, and there is no crowd. Yunlei signed up in the sixth-grade competition area and turned around and left with a gloomy face.

Xie Xuan touched his nose. Yun Yatou was in a bad mood now. If she wanted to meet Chen Qingxuan, who was of the eighth grade, she had to sweep the sixth and seventh grade competition areas first, and then advance to the eighth grade competition area. In this way, she had to enter the finals to be qualified to fight Chen Qingxuan. With Yunlei's martial arts, she might be able to break through her cultivation in just a few games, so she naturally advanced to the seventh grade competition area. Yunlei has a strong aura and Lingxiao Jue, as long as she doesn't meet a warrior who has half a foot in the eighth grade cultivation level, she may not be able to win. But if she fights with an eighth grade warrior now... I'm afraid it's still a little too early!

Even Yun Lei himself probably never thought that he could beat Chen Qingxuan, but he was just dissatisfied!

Xie Xuan sighed, and when the senior sister is in trouble, it is time for the junior brother to take over.

"Senior sister, I just saw a good thing and wanted to buy it!"

Yunlei stretched out her eyebrows, stopped, Zhan Yan smiled and said, "Oh, since my junior brother likes it, then go and have a look."

Xie Xuan waved his hand, smiled and said, "I can just go alone in such a small matter, how dare I bother my senior sister? By the way, I think there are still a few days before the opening of the Wushu Association, so we always have to settle down first. Why don't my senior sister go to find an inn first?"

Yunlei thought about it, looked around, and suddenly his eyes lit up. He pointed to a restaurant under the Yuema Bridge and said, "By the way, junior brother, let's live in Congyunlou for the time being. Senior sister will go and book a room first, and you will come to find me later."

As she smiled and watched Yunlei leave, Xie Xuan's face darkened and turned around and walked to a corner where no one was around.

Seeing that no one was paying attention, his true energy was controlled by controlling his facial muscles. Gradually, his sunny face became gloomy and cold, his eyebrows and eyes were thinned and lengthened, and his nose became a hooked nose. At first glance, it gave people a vicious feeling. In just a few breaths, Xie Xuan completely changed his face and became another person. I am afraid that even the Yunlei, who is the most familiar with him, would never recognize Xie Chengfeng when he saw it.

He frowned and looked at his body. Xie Xuan's body shook and trembled, "Great! Great!" The bones all over his body made a series of crisp explosions, like fried beans. His body bent and stretched, stretched his body thin, straightened up, and combined with his cold face, he looked like a cold sword unsheathed.

Then Xie Xuan took off his clothes and put them on him in reverse. He was wearing a long robe with wide robe and big sleeves. Although he was a little taller at this time, he just fitted. His white hands stretched out his sleeves, his long black hair was spread out on his shoulders, his face was gloomy and vicious. Anyone could tell that this person was definitely not easy to mess with.

Xie Xuan stroked the hair on his shoulders, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his steps were calm and slowly towards Linhuju. However, his smile was gentle and gentle, but with such a cold face, it actually had a vicious and cruel meaning. Linhuju is a famous building in Youzhou, very famous. Many heroes from the world gathered here. These people were originally unscrupulous and lawless, but as Xie Xuan walked up, the restaurant that was originally noisy suddenly became quiet, as if even the air was frozen.

When Xie Xuan walked straight to the registration point of the martial arts association, the talents seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and whispered in a low voice.

"Who is this young man? What awesome momentum!"

"Guang Guang is so powerful with his momentum, his strength is really a bit terrifying!"

"Is it a ninth-grade warrior?"

"He has signed up for the martial arts meeting. This martial arts meeting is probably going to be a feast for the eyes!"

...

The person responsible for the eighth-grade warriors who signed up for a middle-aged man wearing a long-sleeved Confucian shirt and a brocade robe and a handsome appearance. There was a piece of black iron on the large sandalwood table in front of him, with mottled marks on it. There were several young people queuing up in front of him, all of whom were extraordinary in temperament and extremely stunning in vision. It was obvious that they all had martial arts cultivation.

However, the middle-aged man was indifferent, sat lazily on the chair, holding a book called "The Analects of Confucius" and was fascinated by the young people. He didn't even look at them, as if he wasted his energy and time even when he looked at them.

If you can have a seventh or eighth grade cultivation at such an age, you will naturally be arrogant and arrogant, but those young people are respectful and have no unswerving expression in their expressions, just because just now, a guy with self-control and powerful force was waved by the middle-aged man and his heart was broken like a fly.

At this time, a tall young man held the black iron and stepped on the ground with his feet, and bang! With the force of stepping, the entire ground was shaken. The young man's face turned red, sweat dripped from his forehead, letting go of the black iron and sending it to the middle-aged Confucian scholar.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar glanced casually, sighed, and said coldly: "It's not up to standard!"

The tall young man's face turned red and he was breathing heavily, and he said dissatisfiedly: "Why did I fail? I have left traces on the black iron and reached the eighth level of cultivation!"

"Swish! If this is considered an eighth-grade warrior, there are too many eighth-grade warriors! Next!" The middle-aged Confucian scholar looked at the faint traces on the black iron indifferently and sneered disdainfully!

After saying this, he shook his head and continued to study the "Analects of Confucius". At this moment, his eyes became dark and the sun was blocked. The middle-aged Confucian scholar raised anger and raised his head. There was a young man with a gloomy appearance and a strange body in front of him. This cold young man was looking at him coldly with his long narrow eyes, giving people the feeling of being a ferocious poisonous snake.

"Well, this young man is a little dangerous!" The middle-aged Confucian scholar's pupils contracted slightly, put away the Analects of Confucius, stood up, and said calmly: "You need to test, go there to line up!"

“I don’t have the habit of queuing up!”

The cold young man stroked his hair, and a smile flashed across the corner of his mouth.

"This guy dares to be so arrogant to Mr. Mo, he is simply ignorant of his life!" Several young men queuing in their hearts, and a gloating look appeared on their faces. With the momentum of this guy, it can be seen that he is a strong enemy. They have no intention of pity or sympathy.

"Since that's the case, you will hold this letter!"

Hearing such crazy words, the middle-aged Confucian scholar's eyes turned cold, stared at the cold young man, slowly lowered his head and directly handed out the talisman of the eighth-grade competition area.

"This... how is this possible?" The young men next to them were completely stunned, and sneered and frozen on their faces, as if they had been petrified. The result was completely unimaginable. "These are completely different attitudes, the difference is too big! Could it be that this guy is Mr. Mo's illegitimate son!"

The tall young man rushed over, bang! He pressed his hands on the table, glared at Mr. Mo, and shouted: "Mr. Mo, what does this mean? Why did he get the letter talisman without passing the test? I don't accept it, you are cheating!"

The cold young man glanced at him indifferently, took the letter talisman handed over by Mr. Mo with one hand, took the black iron on the sandalwood table with the other hand, and gently held it! A crack, a crisp sound!

"Is that true?" Dong! The cold young man threw Xuan Tie on the table, sneered, and turned around and left.

The tall young man's face immediately looked ashamed, his eyes full of disbelief. The whole piece of hard black iron was sunk with the force of grip, as if a hole was poked. Not only him, but Mr. Mo, everyone could not believe his eyes. This was not ordinary fine iron, but black iron. As long as you add a little to the ordinary metal iron, you can create a superior sword. It is the casting material that people in the martial arts world dream of, but it was poked out in the hands of this cold young man.

"This young man is so terrible. He must send the master to report it. Otherwise, it will be difficult for the martial arts meeting to prevent chaos this time!" Mr. Mo pondered for a moment, put the damaged black iron in his arms, and waved to a low-level disciple next to him: "Xiao Gao, come here, I have something urgent to go out!"

"Yes, Mr. Mo!" The low-class disciple was shouted by the elders in the sect, and quickly responded with an excited expression.

Mr. Mo left Linhuju, got on a carriage, and rushed towards Zhuque Street in the south of the city.

"Well, it turns out that Mr. Mo is from the Nanhua Sect." Xie Xuan walked out of the corner of the street and watched Mr. Mo go away with a playful look. The five major forces in Youzhou were set up on Luoxia Peak, and the other four factions had three main sects directly placed in Youzhou City. Zhuque Street was controlled by the Nanhua Sect.

Xie Xuan deliberately showed his profound cultivation in front of Mr. Mo this time, with only one purpose, which is to attract some powerful opponents. He did not worry that Mr. Mo would not report the situation after seeing his strength. Although the martial arts association is now more than just young masters from the five sects, or even the entire Youzhou, and even the entire Izumo Kingdom, what is the role of this martial arts association for the five sects? It is just to rank and divide the power. Just imagine, if other masters win the championship in one fell swoop, how should this interest dispute be settled?

Therefore, if you encounter a warrior who cannot be dealt with by the young generation, you will definitely have to take out the trouble after the veterans take action. I am afraid that the biggest function of the martial arts registration is to prevent those young but powerful warriors from all directions.

"No matter what sect he is, as long as I come, I will all suck their true energy and will definitely break through to the fourth turn of Xuan Gong!"

Xie Xuan's practice of "Nine-Turn Life and Death Mystery" has entered the peak of the third turn, and has not seen a breakthrough for a long time, but it is not the so-called bottleneck, because he is reincarnated and re-cultivated, and his realm is still there, but the cultivation time is still short, and the accumulated true energy is not enough to enter the fourth turn. At this time, for ordinary people, if they want to break through, there are only two ways. One is to continuously condense the true energy, accumulate strength, and make a breakthrough when the true energy is enough. This method is natural, but it takes time. The other is to take heavenly treasures, magic medicines, and refine the spiritual energy of the spiritual medicine, and accumulate strength. However, this is hard to come by, and for Xie Xuan now, it is not realistic.

However, he has the easiest and most practical method!

Beiming Divine Art!

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Zhuque Street, Nanhua station!

"You can hold the black iron out with a light grip with the flesh palm. This is the realm of the body returning to the innate body, removing all impurities, and transcending the mortal world!"

Chang Jiuling narrowed his eyes slightly. He held the damaged black iron in one hand and gently held it, as if he was feeling the power contained. He showed a solemn expression in his eyes. After savoring it for a while, he said to Mr. Mo: "You are indeed not a master of the Transcendent Realm that you can deal with."

"Sect Master, what do you want to deal with this person?"

Chang Jiuling pondered for a while, waved his hand, and said, "You go down first, don't worry about this matter. When you encounter such a master, report it as soon as possible. You did this matter well and you must not be rewarded. Well! Let's do this, your cultivation has entered the ninth grade. After this martial arts meeting, I will pass on your Qi Refining Skills."

"Thank you, Master!" Mr. Mo was overjoyed, bowed to Chang Jiuling, and retreated respectfully.

"Interesting, interesting. I didn't expect that this place in Youzhou would be hidden and lying on the creeping tiger." After Mr. Mo left, a young man in brocade clothes walked out of the corner of the shadow. He was elegant and handsome, free and easy.

Chang Jiuling showed off Xuan Tie: "Young Master! Please see!"

The young man in brocade glanced and smiled faintly: "Only five finger marks were left on the Xuan Iron, and it did not harm other places. This person's control of true energy has reached an extremely terrifying level. At least he is a warrior of the two levels of transcendence. Just your words, even if he kills this person, he will have to pay a considerable price!"

Chang Jiuling's face immediately looked a little ugly.

"However, since I am here, this matter will be handled easily. After all, this Nanhua Sect is an outer hall supported by the sect. It has been putting a lot of efforts for the sect over the years, so it will be damaged if you can't."

Chang Jiuling looked happy. Although the opponent was at least the strength of the two levels of transcendence, compared with martial arts, the attack methods of immortal cultivators are more weird and powerful. The most important thing is that the immortal cultivators in the Qi Refining Stage have the ability to control the wind and control the air in front of the void. This alone is enough to ensure that all the mistakes are foolproof.

The young man in Jinyi rubbed his eyebrows and continued, "After this martial arts meeting, you will step down from the position of the outer hall and enter the inner hall."

Hearing the words of the young man in brocade, Chang Jiuling's joy suddenly froze on his face. With his own strength in the outer hall, he was calling the wind and rain, dominating the side. No one dared not to follow, but once he entered the inner hall, everything would start from scratch and become the most ordinary disciple. Who can accept such a huge contrast?

"Thank you, Young Master!" Chang Jiuling smiled bitterly in his heart and said awkwardly.

"Hmph!" Seeing his reluctant look, the young man in Jinyi didn't understand what he was thinking, and sneered: "Entering the Qi Refining Sect, practicing the magical skills of the Immortal Sect, becoming an immortal, and pursuing the way of long-lasting vision, this is something that many emperors can't get. If you have this opportunity, don't be ungrateful."
Chapter completed!