In the next few days, Fang Yu was practicing the Ancient True Dragon Art and Xunfeng Body Technique, as well as the Vajra Palm he learned in the sect. Everyone who enters the Cangyun Sect can get it for free as long as they become a martial disciple.
Learn a yellow-level intermediate martial arts.
During this period, he met Ling Yunzhi once, and nothing happened. That time, Fang Yu was standing not far away and saw Ling Yunzhi following a young man like a henchman, and felt pity for him inexplicably.
Fang Yu had seen that boy, who was one of the ten strongest disciples of the inner sect. Only then did Fang Yu understand why Ling Yunzhi wanted to enter the inner sect, he wanted to get rid of this boy.
But what he couldn't understand was why Ling Yunzhi insisted on climbing up by any means, even if he was treated like a dog by others.
In his previous life, Fang Yu had always been able to muddle along, not trying to cater to others, but just arranging work for him and doing his best to complete it.
So he really doesn't understand why those people have to climb up and enjoy life, isn't it?
But he knows that everyone has their own way of living, and he is not qualified to evaluate them. He just makes some complaints in his heart.
Tomorrow is the outer sect competition, and Fang Yu has almost perfected his martial arts skills, so he decided not to do anything today, just to adjust his mentality.
Fang Yu walked towards the yard where Xiao Yu was, and unexpectedly bumped into her halfway.
Xiaoyu ran towards Fang Yu with a happy face, grabbed Fang Yu's arm, and said excitedly: "Brother Fang Yu, I have reached the eighth level of martial arts."
When Fang Yu heard this, his eyes widened and he said in disbelief: "You, are you an eighth-level martial artist?!"
"Well, look."
Xiao Yu showed her white and tender little hands, clenched her fist, and punched Fang Yu. Fang Yu stretched out his hand and grabbed Xiao Yu's hand, and a strong force hit Fang Yu.
Fang Yu's body took a step back, but nothing happened. Fang Yu nodded, confirming that Xiao Yu was indeed an eighth-level martial arts disciple.
Fang Yu secretly clicked his tongue. Xiao Yu has only been practicing for two years and has reached the eighth level of martial arts. He has been practicing for four years and has reached the first level. How about the gap between people is not so big. Damn it, is this a genius?!
Xiao Yu also looked at Fang Yu in surprise. She was an eighth-level martial arts disciple. Fang Yu could block her fist with just his physical body. He must be stronger than her.
However, Fang Yu has become stronger, and Xiaoyu is happy for him from the bottom of her heart. She knows that Fang Yu has suffered a lot in order to be able to practice martial arts over the years, and now the pain is finally over.
Xiaoyu said happily: "Brother Fang Yu, you are so awesome."
Fang Yu turned up his nose and said: "Hehe, just average, third in the world."
Xiao Yu quickly asked: "Brother Fang Yu, what about me?"
Fang Yu rubbed Xiaoyu and said dotingly: "Xiaoyu is the most powerful. If he ranks in front of me, he should be number one in the world."
"Okay. Then who is second in the world?" Xiaoyu asked curiously.
Fang Yu said proudly: "Of course she will be my most lovely wife in the future. Well, she is also my wife."
Xiaoyu suddenly said dissatisfied: "Then I don't want to be the first in the world, I want to be the second in the world."
Fang Yu asked curiously: "Why? Isn't first place bad?"
Xiao Yu hummed and said, "No, I want to be the cutest one in brother Fang Yu's heart."
"You are here now." Fang Yu pinched Xiaoyu's face and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to eat delicious food."
"Senior brother, please stay."
Suddenly, a voice came from behind Fang Yu.
Fang Yu turned around and saw a young man wearing a white robe with a sword hanging on his waist.
Fang Yu slapped his forehead and then remembered that there were no restrictions on weapons in this outer competition. By then, everyone would have weapons, but he would not, so he would easily suffer.
"Wait a minute and go to the Martial Arts Pavilion to buy a sword for fun." Fang Yu murmured.
Fang Yu longed for the swordsman in the novel.
"Senior brother, what are you thinking about?" the young man asked curiously.
Fang Yu reacted, smiled awkwardly, and said: "Ahem, it's nothing, nothing. I'm sorry, I was distracted just now. By the way, junior brother, did you stop us for something?"
The young man looked at Fang Yu and said, "I just heard senior brother say something about being number one or second in the world. I was a little curious, so I wanted to ask senior brother."
Fang Yu blushed and said, "Oh, I was just joking about that."
The young man was a little disappointed after hearing this, but when he saw Xiao Yu behind Fang Yu, his eyes lit up.
Fang Yu's face changed as he looked at the young man's appearance. He quickly shielded himself from Xiao Yu and looked at him warily. Fang Yu didn't want the little cabbage he was watching growing up to be taken advantage of by a pig.
As if he hadn't seen it, the young man walked up to Fang Yu excitedly and said to Xiao Yu who was behind Fang Yu: "Hello, can you do a little trick with me?"
Fang Yu stumbled and almost fell. He never expected that an adolescent boy would stare at a little beauty with shining eyes, thinking of competing with her.
Xiaoyu didn't expect to encounter such a situation, and looked at Fang Yu at a loss.
Fang Yu rubbed Xiao Yu, turned around, glared at the young man angrily, and said, "No, she won't compete with you. Why do you want to compete with Xiao Yu?"
The young man said sheepishly: "It's been a long time since I competed with someone of the same level, so my hands are a little itchy."
Fang Yu nodded and said, "Let's do this. I'll compete with you. Even though I'm at a lower level, I'm not weak in strength."
As he said that, Fang Yu punched the boy. The boy didn't panic, he raised his hand and struck out. The fists and palms met, and both parties took a step back.
The young man looked at Fang Yu in surprise and asked, "Are you a body refiner?"
"Don't worry about this, I just want to ask if you are qualified to be your opponent?"
The young man nodded and said, "That's enough."
Fang Yu nodded, and suddenly winked and said, "Junior brother, you said I can't compete with you for no reason. See if you should express your feelings."
It's not to blame that Fang Yu is greedy for money. The main reason is that he found that he couldn't help but spend too much spiritual stone. He had already spent 150,000 spiritual stones, so he wanted to make some extra money.
The young man nodded and said: "That's how it should be. Well, as long as the martial arts competition can satisfy me, then I will give you this spiritual water sword."
"good."
Fang Yu looked at the spiritual water sword with abundant aura and nodded with satisfaction.
"Xiaoyu, stay away."
"Yeah." Xiaoyu obediently stepped back a hundred meters.
After seeing Xiao Yu leave, Fang Yu clasped his fists at the young man and said, "Fang Yu, sixteen years old, sixth level martial artist."
The young man also cupped his fists and said, "Bainian, fourteen years old, eighth level martial artist."
After both parties introduced themselves, they stood motionless, waiting for the other party to attack. After waiting for a while, Bainian was the first to lose his composure and take action.