At the beginning of this cultivation competition, Mo Yiming's closed eyes were still not opened in the back mountain of Xifeng. There was a strong wind whistling around his body. At a certain moment, he stretched out his palm and grabbed it. After this grab, his body immediately rose into the air. But then his expression suddenly appeared disappointed, and he shook his head and said, "It's failed again."

Mo Yiming stared at the dispersed strong winds and thought in his heart, saying, "This is the fifth level of the Sky-Slaying Decision, and it is so difficult to understand the journey against the wind. Wu Zhongqiang from Beifeng, who can understand the sixth level of the Sky-Slaying Decision, shows how high this person has."

Mo Yiming walked to the room while pondering. When he was about to step in, he was stopped by the tiger and said, "Sixth brother, they are all going to participate in the cultivation competition. Are you not going yet? We are all waiting for you to come together."

Mo Yiming smiled faintly and said, "I haven't slept all night, I want to take a rest before going."

Mo Yiming looked disapproving. In his opinion, this cultivation competition starts from the fifth level of Qi gathering. If we reach the ninth level of Qi gathering, it should be close to night.

Dahu smiled and nodded, saying, "Then brother first make some soup for you and drink it when you get up."

Mo Yiming nodded gratefully.

The competition for cultivation came as scheduled. This time, Bei Taixuan and Prince Dong ignored it, and Yichen did not politely with them.

The soldier in armor walked upstairs and looked at these disciples with a calm and serious expression. Even at Xifeng, he knew that these stewards had to give Nanming City a little thin face.

His voice was sonorous and loud: "Today is the day for your four peaks to compete in the cultivation level of the disciples of Qi gathering. With my personality, I didn't want to talk too much. But here is the form, what should be said. Today is the same as in previous years. As long as you are a disciple above the seventh level of Qi gathering, you can join me in Nanming and be given the position of soldiers. If you have no cultivator who participates in the cultivation level, as long as you want to join me in Nanming, tell me... I can also take you there."

After the soldier finished speaking, he looked at Yichen, as if he would wait for Yichen to continue talking.

Yi Chen nodded as if he had received instructions and said, "In the cultivation competition, those who enter the top ten at each stage can enter the iron cliff to help them break through their cultivation. During the competition, the sword has no eyes, and in principle, it is better to be careful. Without further ado, from now on, people who gather qi and participate in the competition will report their names."

After Yi Chen finished speaking, he saw a young monk suddenly jumping onto the stone platform, with excellent elasticity.

"Disciple Nan Feng and Zhao Xing have a level of cultivation to gather Qi for the fifth level. Please give me advice from my brothers who gather Qi for the fifth level!"

As the man said, he looked at the disciples around him, as if he was scanning, with a look of contempt.

"Disciple Xifeng Mu Hongyu has a fifth level of cultivation. I would like to ask Senior Brother Zhao Xing for advice!"

At this moment, a young and beautiful woman, wearing a green robe, had a western peak on her chest. She jumped gently, like a dragonfly squirting the water. When she fell on the stone platform, there was no dust splashing.

When this person jumped onto the stone platform, Yichen's eyes immediately showed praise. Since the West Peak did not exist in the Temple of Heaven, Ningyan Pavilion, Yunyaxuan, and the south gate, Yichen has almost understood every disciple.

He knew that this man named Mu Hongyu was still at the fourth level of gathering Qi two months ago, and in this short period of time, he entered the fifth level of gathering Qi. It can be imagined that his previous choice was correct.

"Junior Sister Mu, come on!"

It was at this time that some disciples exclaimed with expectations at the location of Xifeng disciples. This exclamation immediately made all the disciples' eyes condense on them.

Xifeng is very different from the past. There is no discriminatory eye to the same school, but works together to advance together.

Zhao Xing smiled faintly, but his smile was still contemptuous. Among the disciples who gathered energy for the fifth level, he seemed to have enough confidence.

"Little Junior Sister, you look so smart. You have no eyes and hurt you. You might as well give up."

Zhao Xing's words seem to be filled with etiquette and kindness, but in fact they contain a lot of disdain and underestimation.

"No more nonsense, look at the sword!"

Mu Hongyu did not speak too much, but then yelled heavily and gently tapped the ground with her toes. As if she was using the rebounding force of the earth, her body was gliding, causing her hair to fly backwards and emit a faint fragrance.

Zhao Xing was shocked and obviously sighed inwardly that this person who gathered energy for the fifth level could have such speed. After his expression changed, when he grabbed it with his backhand, he immediately grabbed a large cold light sword from his waist.

"clang!"

The sound of the big sword and the sharp sword blending, and immediately made a crisp sound. Mu Hongyu's feet swung the sharp sword in her hand again pointed at Zhao Xing.

Its speed was so fast that before Zhao Xing could react, the hair on his head had been cut off a little.

Zhao Xing was so shocked that he took a few steps back. His eyes were no longer as despised as before. Instead, he showed anger, as if he wanted to do his best.

Zhao Xing roared angrily, stepped out as he stepped out, and the big knife in his hand was cut down at Mu Hongyu.

Mu Hongyu is not afraid of danger, which is also related to her time and gestures with other disciples. She has trained her mind now. It is precisely because of this that she reacts very quickly.

She did not move her steps. As the sword was about to fall, she pointed it back with a sword.

The sword pointed out so fast that Zhao Xing could not react, and a cold feeling suddenly came from his arm, and blood flowed.

The big knife in his hand also fell on the stone platform with a clang.

Mu Hongyu turned over and kicked Zhao Xing in the chin.

Zhao Xing groaned, his front teeth were kicked off in half, and his body lost its center of gravity. After taking two steps, he staggered to the ground.

Mu Hongyu did not give Zhao Xing a chance to resist. While tapping his toes, his body glided out again. He pointed a sword at Zhao Xing's eyebrows.

All the movements are done in one go, elegant and decisive!

"You lost!" Mu Hongyu spoke softly.

Zhao Xing looked at Mu Hongyu, feeling unwilling to accept that he had lost face to the person who lost to Xifeng. But if he lost, he lost. In front of so many thrones, he had no face to continue to refute. After standing up from the ground, he walked down from the stone platform with dejected expression.

"Good fight!"

At the same time, the monk Xifeng from the stone platform cheered.

Nan Xuyang seemed to have predicted this scene at this moment, so even if his disciples lost to Xifeng, he might not be so angry.

On the contrary, Bei Taixuan showed a strong sense of contempt. In her opinion, Xifeng was always at the bottom, and it was the same before and now. However, she did not bring disciples from the fifth level of Qi gathering here during this trip.

"A person with the fifth level of gathering energy is also very embarrassed to be able to take action!"

Bei Taixuan snorted coldly, causing the cheering disciples to shut their mouths one by one, look at Bei Taixuan, and start the "bombing" on their mouths!

"I said to Master Bei, aren't you here to gather the fifth level of Qi?"

"Can you all betray your disciples in Beifeng? They are born with the eighth level of Qi gathering?"

"Oh, I understand. The Northern Sect Master only recruits strange beasts and is born with the power of cultivation, haha!"

Since he had a falling out with Yichen that day, Xifeng's disciples are no longer afraid of Bei Taixuan.

Yichen did not stop him, pretending not to hear him, and a smile of enjoyment appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Bei Taixuan was so angry that his face turned red. It was the first time he was "bombed out" by his disciples! It would be fine if he was defeated by Yi Chen before. But his disciples, in terms of seniority and cultivation, were far from her class, and they dared to be so disrespectful to her. For her, it was simply a rebellious thing!

So at this moment, she was so angry that her cultivation aura was inadvertently emitted, and she roared: "You are back! How dare you talk to me like this!"

At this moment, Yi Chen's cultivation aura also emitted, and the strong smell of gunpowder dispersed. When the two cultivation auras were inadvertently touched, a slight bang sound was made.

"If the North Sect Master wants to fight, I will be with you!"

Yichen's words fell into Bei Taixuan's ears, making Bei Taixuan's expression even more ugly. In her opinion, Yichen was just indulging his disciples.

"You don't care about your disciples so much!" Bei Taixuan glared at Yi Chen, but never took action. She knew very well that she was not Yi Chen's opponent.

Yichen smiled faintly and said, "I don't think they said it wrong, why should I care?"

"you!"

Bei Taixuan shouted, his face turned red, and after a cold snorted, he did not refute with Yichen, but looked at Prince Dongfeng, as if he was hinting at something.

Prince Dong's eyes blended with Bei Taixuan. Although he had not spoken, he felt like he had a resonance in his heart. He looked at the young man who was always indifferent and said, "Zhong Qing, come on!"
Chapter completed!