The people at Yunwu Peak looked dull as if they had seen a ghost, and the disciples at Cuizhu Peak were even more confused.
"When will such a shameless guy appear in Daozong?"
With a frosty look on her face, Li Hanyue spoke out what everyone was thinking.
"I remember that Daozong did not have any regulations regarding the entry competition, saying that weapons cannot be used."
After all, Ming Jian was relatively calm and did not feel that the matter was too extreme, so he smiled and said: "Shen Yu's personality has always been like this. After I return, I will definitely reprimand him and ask my junior brother not to be in the same relationship with him."
"Brother, this is wrong. This Shen..."
Li Hanyue suddenly remembered something and asked: "Wait a minute, Shen Yu? That Shen Yu who has been practicing at the first level of Qi training for more than a year?"
Seeing that Ming was in an extremely happy mood, for the first time, he felt that the boy's name was not so depressing. He nodded and said, "It's him."
Shen Yu stood on the ring, watching Liang Shi being carried off by the Yunwu Peak disciples, and urged: "Hurry up, I'm in a hurry."
This attitude caused many disciples to curse again. This person is so shameless. How can he be so arrogant just by beating him?
Soon, a little fat man was pushed onto the ring by a Yunwu Peak disciple.
"Liu Yisheng."
The little fat man looked timidly at the black bamboo stick in the hand of the handsome young man, and swallowed hard.
"Seventh level of Qi training."
Shen Yu took a casual look, and there was no big surprise.
That disciple named Liang Shi should be the top person here at Yunwu Peak. If you randomly find a stronger one, among the entry-level disciples of this generation, I'm afraid it will be a bit too scary.
Shen Yu looked at the little fat man and walked towards him casually holding the bamboo stick.
When Liu Yisheng saw this, he sank down and became cautiously on guard.
The fellow Yunwu Peak disciples in the audience all said that this guy was very shameless. He relied on despicable means to knock Liang Shi unconscious. In a normal duel, he would never be his opponent.
But I always felt that something was wrong. Because Senior Brother Liang Shi had already reached the ninth level of Qi training and was one step away from entering the Taoist realm. How could he be knocked unconscious by a bamboo stick so easily? It was a bit weird.
Liu Yisheng made up his mind and would not give that guy a chance to do something dirty.
Shen Yu slowly walked to Liu Yisheng and stopped, stretched out his finger again and said: "Well, there is someone behind you."
"Again."
"It's so shameless."
"Too cheap."
Another burst of curses came from the audience.
"Do you think I'm stupid?"
Liu Yi stared at the bamboo stick and said cautiously, "I won't be fooled."
"Yes, you are very smart."
Shen Yu nodded and said, "But you forgot."
"Besides this sap, there is one more important thing, and that is not to get too close to me."
The shadow of the stick flashed.
Shen Yu picked up the bamboo stick and struck the opponent on the head.
His movements were light and natural, as if he were just tapping some weeds on the roadside.
Under the ring, the many disciples who were watching did not feel anything strange about this attack, it was just normal.
However, in Liu Yisheng's eyes.
All this is so weird.
When the guy raised his hand and knocked it down, he, who had reached the seventh level of Qi training, had no time to react. The three-foot-long black bamboo stick just fell on his head naturally.
boom.
Liu Yisheng did not put up any resistance, his eyes rolled white, he stumbled back a few steps, and then fainted on the ring.
Shen Yu said lightly: "Next one."
This time, there was no noise or abuse around.
Different from the sluggishness of those entry-level disciples, Li Hanyue's face gradually became serious, and she said with some uncertainty: "That one just now was..."
Ming Jian lost his previous composure and calmness, nodded, and said: "It's like a Taoist martial arts entry."
The two looked at each other.
Ming Jian was a little unsure: "The Dao Sect introductory manual records a simple physical training martial art."
Li Hanyue didn't believe it and said, "Do you think he will read it?"
"When I'm bored, I should read it..."
After saying this, Mingjian smiled bitterly, shook his head and said, "Why would he go to see it?"
"Interesting, but whether he is hiding his clumsiness or showing off, you will know it soon anyway, and we can't control these things."
After speaking, Li Hanyue's eyes shifted slightly and looked at the majestic palace in the distance.
The elders and deacons from the Fourth Hall and Qifeng who came to examine the talents of these introductory disciples have not shown up yet.
Why?
Naturally, because everyone is staying there at this time.
...
Shen Yu held the black bamboo stick upside down and looked down quietly, looking quite invincible.
Under the ring, the Yunwu Peak disciples looked a little frightened. The two senior brothers with the highest cultivation level had been beaten down by that man one after another. No one wanted to be teased by others.
"Boring." A cold voice came from the crowd.
Everyone looked and saw a handsome young man who was as gentle as jade walked through the crowd, ignored everyone, and walked onto the ring step by step.
He was very proud, always holding a handsome face and holding a folding fan in his right hand.
"My name is Ye Zhiqiu."
Shen Yu said "Oh" as an answer.
The handsome young man continued: "I am very special."
Shen Yu said: "Oh."
Seeing him like this, Ye Zhiqiu became slightly angry. He turned his right hand and said in a deep voice: "Go."
The carved folding fan stood up from his hand and kept spinning.
"good."
Shen Yu nodded slightly, casually picked up the bamboo stick in his hand and threw it into the sky.
Then he saw the black stick shadow hitting the front like a black line.
Ye Zhiqiu's mouth showed a trace of amusement, he turned his head slightly and dodged the bamboo stick lightly.
"It's so boring."
Ye Zhiqiu pointed forward with his right hand and suddenly said: "Ji."
The folding fan hanging in the air suddenly accelerated and shot straight in front of Shen Yu like an arrow.
Perhaps the previous two battles made Ye Zhiqiu a little cautious. Even when he saw that Shen Yu no longer had the bamboo stick in his hand, he still remained vigilant.
No one knows whether this person will take out another sap...
...
The folding fan came and soon arrived in front of Shen Yu.
From the beginning to the end, Shen Yu did not take a step back. He just said calmly: "Look behind you."
"Again..."
Ye Zhiqiu finally couldn't hold back the anger in his heart and shouted loudly: "Broken."
Bang.
In the arena, a muffled sound came again.
This is the third time.
The folding fan was a foot in front of Shen Yu, but could no longer move forward, and then fell to the ground helplessly.
Puzzled, confused, and painful, Ye Zhiqiu's little face was full of these complex emotions.
Behind him, a black bamboo stick stood in the air, seeming to be watching the handsome young man quietly. Ye Zhiqiu even felt that it was laughing at him.
"Why is this happening?"
Ye Zhiqiu finally couldn't hold on anymore and fainted.
Shen Yu pointed lightly, and the bamboo stick flew back into his hand.
He looked around casually and said calmly: "There should be no next one."
....
In the side hall on the right side of Yanfa Hall, some people are overlooking the competition between the two peaks.
There are immortal Taoists, palace ladies, and stern middle-aged monks. These people are the elders or deacons of the Four Halls and Seven Peaks.
"My Taoist sect has the art of controlling objects, but most of them control spiritual objects. This guy controls an ordinary stick, which is a bit interesting."
The person who spoke was Xu Qingmei, the deacon of Duzhen Hall.
Dao Chen, the elder of the Qinglu Palace on the other side, said in a deep voice: "You can use your Qi to control objects when you are just in the Qi Refining Stage. It is too frivolous to have such a talent but like to play tricks on your fellow disciples."
Xu Qingmei glanced at him, her beautiful eyes moved slightly, and she said with a smile: "This is a bit too much. Everyone knows that your Qinglu Palace has long been interested in Ye Zhiqiu, but there is no need to be so partial to him."
Dao Chen said calmly: "Did Deacon Xu fall in love with this boy? Didn't your Duzhen Hall always only accept female disciples? Did it change this year?"
Xu Qingmei was a little angry, snorted coldly, and said: "Does spiritual practice still need to be divided into men and women?"
"okay."
As the elder of Yanfa Hall and the landlord of this place, Zhou Yi came out to smooth things over and said: "The disciples of this generation are quite talented. I wonder if the next trip to Fenbao Cliff can be brought forward."
Although Zhou Yixian's Feng Daogu is white, his beard and hair are white, his skin is as delicate as a baby's. Such a strange appearance shows his powerful cultivation.
The other elders of the Seven Peaks did not speak, but kept looking at the disciples of the two peaks in the square.
Major events such as opening Fenbao Cliff can only be decided by the Four Palaces.
Daochen nodded slightly and said, "Yes."
Xu Qingmei said: "Okay."
After the three of them finished speaking, they all looked to another place.
A thin Taoist priest was meditating with his eyes closed.
The three of them can make suggestions, but the final decision still requires the nod of this palace.
Because, that hall is where the master is.
The Taoist opened his eyes and said, "Good."
.....
Shen Yu walked off the ring, paying no attention to the strange looks around him.
Suddenly, he raised his head sharply, looked at the black hall in the distance, and narrowed his eyes slightly.
At the moment before, there was actually a murderous intention rushing towards him, but it disappeared in a moment.
This murderous intention was very hidden, but Shen Yu was born with a clear Taoist mind and was very sensitive to such changes in the world, so he could still sense it even in an instant.
He knew that there were some so-called big shots in the Fourth Hall and Qifeng, but why did these people have murderous intentions towards him?
It was because a few talented disciples were beaten by him, which was too cheap.
Or is there another reason?
Shen Yu looked up at the gloomy sky and said, "It's really boring." This chapter has been completed!