() When the faint morning light broke through the shackles of clouds and cast into the vast mountains, the Lingyun Sect's mountain gate station, which was originally silent, suddenly became noisy. A lively and noisy atmosphere filled every mountain peak.
When Jiang Wen walked out of his house and arrived at the Peak Square, the place was already bustling with people and bustling.
The Twelve Peaks of Lingyun Sect hold a competition for outer disciples every year, which is used to test the cultivation of outer disciples. It is also used to select seed players and prepare talents for the promotion of inner disciples. After all, for Lingyun Sect, which is so dominant,
For medium-sized sects, outer disciples are just vassals. Only by becoming inner disciples are the elites of the sect worthy of vigorous training.
Stepping into the crowded square, Jiang Wen's ears were filled with all kinds of noisy sounds.
"I heard that this competition has a new twist, and the rewards for the top ten are even more generous, but I don't know who can take first place!"
"I think the third one out of ten is Zhang Chengtian. His cultivation has reached the half-step of the Xiantian realm. I heard that he has killed a second-level monster in the Xiantian realm by himself. He has few rivals among the outer disciples!"
"This is a big fallacy. It is said that the second-level monster that Zhang Tian killed was already seriously injured. He just took advantage of it. I am even more optimistic about Zhuang Wenjie, the number one genius among the outer disciples!"
"Zhuang Wenjie! Is he that genius who is less than fifteen years old and has reached the ninth level of transformation?"
"Yes, that's him! When he officially became an outer disciple two years ago, his cultivation level was already at the seventh level of the Mortal Realm. Now two years have passed, and his cultivation level has jumped from the seventh level of the Mortal Realm to the seventh level.
Reaching the peak of the ninth level of the Mortal Transformation Realm, such speed is simply unbelievable!"
"Not only that, I also heard that Zhuang Wenjie has practiced Xuan-level martial arts, and has reached the level of Xiaocheng. His true combat effectiveness is probably not much worse than that of an innate master."
At this moment, a voice that was very familiar to Jiang Wen suddenly sneered: "Zhuang Wenjie's so-called 'number one genius among the outer disciples' is just a self-proclaimed title. Looking at the entire Lingyun Sect's twelve peaks, he is more qualified than him.
There are also many more outstanding disciples. No matter how talented he is, he is only fifteen years old. How much practical experience does he have? But Senior Brother Zhang Chengtian is different. He relies on his own strength to survive in the vast mountains.
He has grown up through hard work step by step, who dares to underestimate him!"
"Humph, Wu Zongyang, you said it nicely!"
Another person, with a childish face, was obviously a loyal fan of Zhuang Wenjie, and immediately refuted: "Zhang Chengtian is a direct disciple of the Zhang family. He has lived in luxury since he was a child, and he has never suffered at all. Senior brother Zhuang Wenjie is the one who truly relies on his own strength.
Compared with this genius who has worked hard to grow, Zhang Tian is not even worthy of carrying his shoes!"
"You dare to insult Senior Brother Zhang Tian and seek death?" As if he could not tolerate outsiders saying anything wrong about Zhang Tian, Wu Zongyang became furious.
The other party showed no sign of weakness, "Don't think that I don't know about your relationship with Zhang Tian. Your Wu family and Zhang family have already been secretly married. You protect him so hard, but it's just your own selfishness!"
"You said it, I'm not even qualified to carry Zhuang Wenjie's shoes!"
At this moment, a cold voice suddenly sounded from behind the crowd, and then, a fierce aura swept over them, weighing heavily on everyone's hearts.
Standing in the crowd, Jiang Wen's body trembled, and a strange color appeared on his face. He looked in the direction of the sound, and saw a young man with a long sword on his back, with the bones of a dragon and a tiger, more than ten meters away.
The man stood tall and proud, looking down at everyone in the field with a condescending attitude.
This is the person that everyone was talking about just now - Zhang Tian.
The immature boy who had previously demoted Zhang Tian as a good-for-nothing was obviously frightened by Zhang Tian's aura, and said tremblingly: "I... I was just... using an analogy!"
"Do you know who I hate the most?"
Zhang Chengtian sneered, "What I hate the most is you, a villain who always talks behind other people's backs and slanders them even though they clearly have no ability. Now I will give you a chance to prove yourself. As long as
If you can still stand up after receiving my full blow, this matter will be revealed, do you dare or not?"
"dare?"
The look of panic on the young man's face was even more obvious. His cultivation level had just entered the seventh level of the Mortal Transformation Realm. He was two levels different from Zhang Tian. Even with Zhang Tian's bare hands, he could kill him with one palm.
Not to mention accepting the opponent's full blow. But if he does not accept this challenge, then he will really become a coward who dares to do but dare not act. He will never be able to hold his head up in front of many outer disciples in the future.
"I...."
The immature boy's head was hot, and he was about to agree to Zhangtian's challenge, but at this moment, a slightly sharp voice suddenly sounded: "Zhangtian, do you only bully the weak? Your challenge, I will take his place.
Got it!"
The crowded crowd was broken by a blue figure, and a young boy about fourteen or fifteen years old walked slowly, and finally stopped opposite Zhang Tian.
"Senior Brother Zhuang, I'm sorry, I caused trouble for you!"
Seeing the boy in blue shirt approaching, the young boy who had previously looked frightened immediately showed a look of surprise and hurried forward to greet him.
"No problem!"
Zhuang Wenjie patted the young boy's shoulder lightly, then raised his head, looked directly at Zhang Tian, and said with a smile: "I just want to see whether Senior Brother Zhang's powerful Fierce Sun Sword Technique, which is so powerful in the outer sect, is really worthy of its name."
As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the venue suddenly froze for a moment. Although everyone had known for a long time that this outer disciple competition would be more exciting than the previous ones, they never imagined that the competition had not started yet.
The tension between these seed players has become so intense.
Zhang Chengtian's expression remained unchanged and he said calmly: "What a coincidence. I also want to experience the power of Xuan-level martial arts. I hope that Junior Brother Zhuang's Tianshuang Fist will not disappoint me!"
bass--
With a soft groan, Zhang Chengtian pulled out the steel knife from his back.
As the true energy in his body circulated rapidly, a warm, blazing sun energy spurted out from Zhang Tian's body, instantly covering the entire battlefield.
momentum!
Zhang Chengtian actually understood the momentum!
Feeling the pressure coming from behind, everyone watching the battle showed expressions of shock and was in an uproar.
Momentum is a use of spiritual energy, and it is also an external manifestation of whether a monk's spiritual will is strong or not. The more confident he is in his own strength, the stronger his spiritual energy, and the stronger his will and ideas.
The stronger the monk, the more powerful the momentum released.
For a monk, a powerful aura can deter and suppress monks of the same level and lower levels. In the process of one's own cultivation, it can also prevent the emergence of inner demons and reduce the chance of becoming possessed.
However, it is common knowledge in the world of cultivation that those whose cultivation level is not at the Xiantian realm cannot use spiritual energy at all. Those who can understand the magical effects of aura with their cultivation level at the Mortal Realm are either gifted or a true cultivation genius. Such a person cannot
A genius is not a once-in-a-thousand-year-old genius. Once he appears, he will definitely become the focus of the sect's training.
"Hmph, it's just a fox pretending to be a tiger's power!"
Facing the aura released by Zhang Tian, Zhuang Wenjie sneered with disdain: "You just killed a second-level low-level monster, the Lieyan Mandrill, and after absorbing and refining the Lieyan Mandrill's demonic elixir, you got the true energy."
There is a hint of blazing flames in it, and it looks quite impressive, but in fact it is useless at all."
Obviously, Zhuang Wenjie had already worked hard and conducted a detailed investigation on his opponent, otherwise he would not have known such a secret matter so clearly.
"Fire Mandrill?"
After hearing Zhuang Wenjie's words, everyone was shocked and confused. Only Jiang Wen, who was standing in the crowd, nodded as if he had some understanding.
When Zhang Tian first appeared, Jiang Wen noticed the vague aura of the blazing sun on his body, but what surprised him was that Zhang Tian seemed to be unable to control himself freely. When walking,
There is always a trace of aura leaking out, so when others look at him, they will unconsciously feel afraid.
Originally, Jiang Wen thought that he did this on purpose, wanting to conquer his opponent silently. But now after hearing Zhuang Wenjie's explanation, he realized that it turned out that Zhang Tian's aura was not something he could comprehend on his own, but with the help of
It was simulated by the demonic elixir aura of the second-level demonic beast Fierce Flame Mandrill, so there were signs of losing control.
Although this kind of aura formed by simulating the breath of the demon pill looks very powerful, it will only work on monks whose cultivation level is lower than yours. It has little effect on monks of the same level or higher, and may even
Will be suppressed by the opponent's momentum in turn.
"It's useless to talk too much. Strength can't be shown by words!"
After being exposed by the other party, Zhang Tian's face suddenly became ugly, and he said angrily: "You will know if you try it to see if it is useless!"
“What I wish for!”
Zhuang Wenjie also began to accumulate true energy, and soon an icy cold air spread from his body.
Although he has not yet realized the magical effect of momentum, the Tianshuang Fist practiced by Zhuang Wenjie is a low-level martial arts at the Xuan level. The true energy naturally contains an icy cold air, which can restrain the opponent's movements and reduce the opponent's speed.
Two breaths, one hot and one cold, are fighting each other in the field. Although they haven't officially started yet, the contest between the two has already begun!
"The first form of Tianshuang Fist, Shuang Ning is embarrassed!"
After a few breaths, Zhuang Wenjie was the first to attack. He let out a low drink, bounced up his legs slightly, rushed out in one step, and was in front of Zhang Tian in an instant, and then drew a mysterious arc in the air with his right arm.
The trajectory hit Zhang Tian's chest from bottom to top.
Suddenly, Zhuang Wenjie's whole body was filled with cold air, which seemed to completely freeze the space in front of him.
Wherever he passed along the way, all the water vapor in the air gathered towards the tip of his fist, condensing into a thick layer of black ice, as if he was wearing a boxing glove made of black ice, and the air was cold.
"Fire Yang Dao Gang, kill!"
Zhang Tian's face was solemn, he stepped on the bricks under his feet, rushed out like lightning, and slashed out with a knife.
Whoosh!
A crimson sword flashed, and the scorching sun energy filled the air. After colliding with, entangled, and canceling out the ice energy in the air, a haze-like cloud of water vapor evaporated over the battlefield.
Peng!
The two figures met in the air, separated instantly, and each retreated backwards.
The next moment, there was a thunderous explosion in the air, and the terrifying energy of Qi overflowed from the place where the two people met, rapidly expanded and exploded in the air, and then swept away in all directions like water.
In an instant, gusts of hunting winds sounded in the battlefield. Except for a few monks with high cultivation levels who were able to remain standing, the rest of the monks in the Mortal Realm were swept up high by this strong wind and then violently thrown away.