"Why are you so positive today? I don't know who said it last time. Don't be in a hurry. Take your time and have a good breakfast." Wang Er looked at Rong Que strangely and said with a strange smile.
"Wang Er, have you become naughty? You've started to laugh at your brother." Rong Que pulled Wang Er over, touched his head, laughed and scolded him.
After being caught by Rong Que, Wang Er struggled and smiled, and then said: "It's early in the morning, I'm lying down for a while, call me later." After saying that, he lay down on his bed and covered himself with it.
He fell asleep under the quilt.
Looking at the gradually whitening sky outside the window, Rong Que smiled, turned around and walked out of the room. Since he had no intention of sleeping, he took this opportunity to go for a run to relax his mood.
I started my morning exercise around the work office that I had not continued for a long time, and the voice of Mr. Huo came up in my mind: "Master, since the knife last night was your own creation, why not give it a name."
"Good idea, but what name should I choose? I'm not very good at naming." Rong Que smiled, then rubbed his brows and started thinking.
After a while, Rong Que suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind and said to Mr. Huo: "Since this power of blood and energy can destroy mountains, let's call it 'Collapse of Mountains'."
Huo Lao lowered his head and thought for a moment, then said: "This "Collapse of Mountains" does not require spiritual support, so it is not considered qigong. This is a strange "skill" unique to the legendary physical trainer."
"Magic? What is magic? Is it very powerful?" Rong Que was confused for a while, scratched his head, and asked Huo Lao curiously.
Huo Lao touched his beard, smiled, and then said slowly: "Master, you may have forgotten that a thousand years ago, you once competed with a peak physical trainer. Although you lost in the end, you also said
I learned a lot from some physical training masters. For example, that weird technique is an attack method that is completely out of the scope of qigong practiced by mainland qi training masters. It is an attack without any prelude and no need to pinch.
The method is as if the punch with the magic should have that kind of power."
"That means that my method of compressing the power of blood is a magic method?" Rong Que raised his eyebrows and asked in disbelief.
"In my impression, no physical trainer can compress the power of his own blood. Last night, I suddenly discovered that when Master, you were taking the last knife, the power of blood in your body was violently compressed, bursting out with infinite power.
That's why I boldly asked you, Master, to try it. I didn't expect it to work." Mr. Huo carefully looked inside Rong Que's body, as if he wanted to find something.
Rong Que was stunned, stopped his morning jog, and asked doubtfully: "What does it mean that no one can compress the power of his blood?"
"That is to say, from ancient times to the present, there is no physical training master like you, master, who can use the sword like yesterday." Huo Lao said seriously.
Rong Que looked at his hands. There was another unsolved mystery about his life experience. Who was he? Dantian monster, compressed blood, each of these can instantly transform an ordinary person into a monk when placed on an ordinary person.
, and he is not an ordinary monk.
"It seems that I must go to this Heart Refining Peak." Rong Que suddenly clenched his hands, looked towards the inner door, and said to himself.
After the morning exercise, when Rong Que returned to his residence, Wang Erzai had made the bed and was about to go out. When he saw Rong Que coming back, he immediately pulled him out and said, "You know what time it is now?"
Are you ready? Let’s go quickly, we won’t be able to catch up with the qualifying race.”
"What's the hurry? Being late won't take away our right to participate." Rong Que said nonchalantly.
"Yes, you will automatically withdraw from the qualifying match if you are late for an hour. Don't you know this?" Wang Er pulled Rong Que and ran as hard as he could towards the gate of the work office.
As soon as I left the gate of the construction office, I found two disciples waiting there. A closer look revealed that these were the two disciples from the north gate of yesterday's martial arts competition who had not been removed except Rong Que and Wang Er.
Seeing Wang Er and Rong Que come out, the two people immediately bowed respectfully, and then the group of people immediately rushed towards the inner door.
The qualifying match was still in the same martial arts arena as yesterday. The number of people was significantly less than yesterday. In addition to the contestants, the people present were all figures at the level of the Inner Sect Peak Master. The match had already begun, and the North Gate was still empty.
No one.
"In the fifth game, South Gate Zhuo Kai wins. The next game is East Gate Song Lan vs. North Gate Wang Er." The host of the game is still Taomu. He is still sitting at the top of the auditorium, casually announcing the continuation of the game.
.
As soon as Taomu finished speaking, a figure jumped onto the ring. It was a female disciple from the east gate. As soon as she entered the ring, she looked nervously in the direction of the north gate. After finding no one, she looked again
Look at the entrance direction of the martial arts arena.
"Are the people from the north gate afraid and hiding on purpose?"
"That's right, those present today are all elites. With our big brother Yang Shun in charge, the North Gate is afraid of death and dare not come."
A burst of laughter came from the direction of the south gate, and a group of people were obviously targeting the north gate.
"After one stick of incense, if the contestant from the North Gate has not shown up, it will be considered as an automatic forfeit." Taomu said lazily and ordered his disciples to light a stick of incense.
Time passed, and the time for a stick of incense was neither long nor short. After the last bit of ash fell off and the incense was extinguished, the entrance to the fighting arena was still quiet.
"I just told you that Beimen must be scared and not dare to come."
"Just announce it directly, it's a waste of our time."
The direction of the south gate began to boil again. Just when Tao Mu stood up slowly and was about to announce the result of the competition, a voice echoed in the martial arts arena: "Who said the north gate is afraid? If you have the guts, stand up and look at me."
Don’t cut him!”
As the voice fell, everyone's eyes turned to the entrance of the martial arts arena, where there were four figures walking in. The arrogant voice just now came from the leader.
After burning a stick of incense, the four of Rong Que finally arrived at the qualifying match. They also heard the laughter of the disciples from the south gate and casually said harsh words.
As soon as he entered the martial arts arena, Rong Que looked around in the direction of the south gate. Except for Yang Shun, every disciple who came into contact with his eyes felt a chill in their backs and looked away in a weak manner. Only Yang Shun was talking to him.
When Rong Que's eyes met, he revealed an unprecedented fighting spirit, because today, they were opponents.
"Now that the North Gate contestants have arrived, let's start the competition. Why are you arguing? If you make any noise, I will cut out your tongues. Is it easy to sleep on me?" Taomu announced the start of the competition casually, and glared fiercely.
The direction of the south gate, he said threateningly.
Wang Er looked at Rong Que, nodded, jumped onto the ring, and stood face to face with the not-so-looking Song Lan.
In Song Lan's heart, there was a feeling of depression. Facing the opponent in front of her who had even defeated Senior Sister Tang Qiaochun, wouldn't she die if she faced him? But she couldn't give up this last chance to enter the inner gate. You know
, the disciple who was kicked out of the rankings has no chance to challenge the twenty disciples again.
"Take your life!" In order to cover up the fear in his heart, Song Lan roared angrily, rushed towards Wang Er, drew out the short knife from his waist and slashed.
"when!"
The moment the dagger approached him, Wang Er quickly pulled out the flying knife from his waist and narrowly blocked it. Then, under Song Lan's surprised gaze, he swung his right leg and kicked her away.
After landing, Song Lan took two steps back in fear. In Wang Er's opinion, these two steps were the key to victory, because Song Lan's retreat brought him closer to the edge of the ring.
"Look at the knife! One strike determines the outcome!" Wang Er roared, and the flying knife in his hand flew out in the blink of an eye, heading towards Song Lan with great force.
Seeing the flying knife coming, Song Lan was immediately shocked. He had seen how powerful this flying knife was. Even Senior Sister Tang Qiaochun's flying knife skills were defeated. It was obvious that this knife must be extraordinary, so he immediately drew the knife to block it.
"when!"
It was blocked, but even Zhao Peng had to release the force from the flying knife, not to mention that she, a small mid-level spiritual disciple, was helplessly knocked away by the flying knife.
At this time, Wang Er showed a successful smile and continued to draw the flying knife from his waist. With a low shout, the three swords were fired at Song Lan, who was already at the edge of the ring.
"Dang! Dang! Ah!"
After fending off two flying knives in a row, the last one was really too much to do, so I could only avoid the fatal part slightly, and the knife sank into the abdomen, and I fell helplessly on the ring.
The audience was silent. Only cheers came from the North Gate. No one expected that Wang Er could defeat an East Gate disciple in such a short period of time. Even if his strength was there, the East Gate disciple would at least
They could fight for a while, but who would have thought that the distance would be shortened and the outcome would be decided.
"The sixth game is over, Beimen wins, the next game..." Taomu looked at Wang Er with some interest, and then announced the result.
As soon as he returned to the auditorium, Wang Er immediately sat down next to Rong Que and asked, "Brother Rong Que, I played well just now. Do you think I'm particularly handsome?"
"Yes, you are really handsome, but it's a pity that you are still so far behind me. Work hard." Rong Que teased Wang Er with a smirk.
As the game continued, Rong Que discovered that the peak master-level figures in the upper part of the auditorium were chatting with each other, as if they were discussing who should be chosen. Some were happy and some were sad, just like the peak master Zuo of Tiansha Peak.
Dan, his eyes almost sparkled when he looked at Wang Er and Rong Que, but he restrained himself under the look of the disciple of Lei Lingfeng. This is the hierarchy of the inner sect. The status of the four major peaks is supreme.
, except for the main peak of the sect, no other mountain peak can compete with their brilliance. Some outer disciples will roll under their peaks as soon as they hear the names of the four major peaks.
Even if Zuo Dan doesn't want to admit it, he really doesn't have the strength to fight against the four major peaks. Every time the outer sect disciples enter the inner sect, almost all the four major peaks have finished selecting, and the rest are chosen by these heavenly peaks.