In the starry night sky, a beautiful figure stood proudly, and two figures turned into rainbows and fell next to her.
"Xuanyi, what's going on?"
A fairy-like old man asked.
"Reporting to the leader, I'm not sure. I suddenly heard a loud noise just now, and then I felt a heart-stopping breath coming from the mountain behind Chaoxia Peak. When I came out to check, there was no one there."
Fairy Xuanyi's beautiful eyebrows were slightly clustered, and her eyes were looking down like a torch.
"I also felt the aura just now. It was so strong that it may have reached the level of heaven-level martial arts. Let's go down and have a look."
The three of them flew down the mountain peak and landed in the valley.
In this world, only those of level three or above can achieve short-term air flight.
The three people were shocked to see the long ravine in front of them and the broken trees on the ground.
"Master, this can only be achieved by at least seventh-grade warriors. It's nothing, but why was the momentum so strong just now?"
The middle-aged man in Taoist robe asked.
"Just because a seventh-level warrior or above can strike, it doesn't mean that the one who strikes is a seventh-level warrior. What if a high-level warrior who has practiced heaven-level martial arts casually strikes?"
The leader’s eyes were cold,
"If this person is from our Yin Yang Sect, it would be easy to say that our Yin Yang Sect has gained another strong man.
But I am worried that he is a spy lurking in the sect."
Fairy Lianyi shook her head when she heard this.
"I don't agree with the leader's point of view. Three years ago, Han Yun was assassinated and was reduced to a useless person. The leader bloodied the spies in the sect, and then the standards for accepting disciples became much stricter. They must have a clean background.
Moreover, that man only destroyed a forest, and there was no sound or trace of any fighting. If it was to kill people, why bother to alert others like this? I prefer that our sect’s own people are practicing martial arts.”
"Well, let's put it down in advance. If it's really one of our own, I think there will be times when someone like this will show up. I can just keep an eye on this matter secretly.
It’s getting late, please go back and rest.”
The three of them dispersed.
Running all the way back to his residence, Han Yun wiped the sweat from his forehead.
From now on, I won't be able to strike easily. The punch from before was so terrifying that it even attracted Master.
[Increased reputation, rewarded with 300 achievement points]
[Achieving the achievement "First Show of Strength" will reward you with 100 achievement points. 】
Increased reputation?
"System, how to calculate the rewards for improving reputation?"
[The host's own performance and other people's use of the martial arts taught by the host are highly praised, which is considered to increase the reputation. If you get one person's praise, you will be rewarded with 100 points. When you gain reputation for the first time, activate the achievement "First Show", and you will be rewarded with an additional 100 points]
"Then what needs to be accomplished for the next extra reputation achievement reward?"
[Get praise from a thousand people, you can achieve the achievement "Rising in Fame", and get an extra thousand achievement points]
Could it be that my evaluation by the master has improved? The master shouldn't have noticed him.
What he didn't know was that not only his master, but also the leader and another peak master spoke highly of him, so he received three hundred achievement points, plus an additional hundred as a bonus.
It's four hundred.
It seems that I have to find a way to improve my reputation or create my own martial arts. This is currently the easiest way to obtain achievement points, but it must not expose my strength. After all, in the eyes of others, I am still a useless person who cannot practice martial arts.
Han Yun exchanged the three hundred achievement points for the best spiritual energy, and continued to practice with his eyes closed.
Early the next morning, Han Yun went out, picked up a broom and started cleaning the fighting arena.
There was a big competition yesterday, and the fighting arena was dirty and messy.
After the cleaning was completed, Han Yun did not go back to practice. Instead, he stood in an inconspicuous corner and watched the competition.
It's not that he likes to watch the excitement and fights, he is a "waste" and doesn't need to participate in the competition.
Mainly because it was his junior sister's turn today.
Junior sister Jun Ling'er is Master's youngest direct disciple. She is only sixteen years old this year. Among all her classmates, she is the one with whom she has the best relationship.
After losing his inner strength, he was occasionally ridiculed by other classmates. As long as his junior sister knew about it, he would definitely go up and fight with the other party to vent his anger.
He didn't care about other people's competitions, but he still had to take a look at the junior sister's. Otherwise, if the junior junior sister knew that he didn't watch, she would definitely be angry with him.
Soon, the deacons, elders, and many disciples who were going to participate in the competition arrived.
The competition began soon, and each disciple took turns to enter the battle, staged a battle between dragons and tigers.
Two hours passed and the elder drew lots again. The disciples were waiting anxiously.
They not only want to see a wonderful showdown, but they also don't want their opponents to be too strong, causing them to be defeated in just a few hits.
Looking at the bamboo stick in his hand, the old deacon read slowly,
"This round of duel is with Liu Feng..."
"Ah? Senior Brother Liu? He is the third disciple of the leader."
"Senior Brother Liu is now at the peak of the eighth level. His duel will be very exciting."
"I don't know which unlucky guy will be Senior Brother Liu's opponent. There will be a good show."
"Our leader of Zhaoxia Peak is one of the best in the Yin Yang Sect. Her direct disciples are all like dragons and tigers."
Everyone was eagerly waiting for the deacon to read out the name of Liu Feng's opponent.
At this time, the deacon finally took out another stick and slowly opened his mouth and said,
"Jun Ling'er."
When the junior sister finally came on stage, Han Yun's brows furrowed.
He couldn't be more familiar with this Liu Feng.
He vaguely remembered that three years ago, when he was still a genius, Liu Feng was just his lackey, and he was the most attentive to him.
And after he lost his inner strength, it was Liu Feng who ridiculed him the most.
Even Liu Feng himself was not satisfied with the ridicule, and even led a bunch of thugs to humiliate him with words.
After all, if he doesn't die, the dark history of him flattering himself will always exist. He wants to ridicule him every day so that he can't bear the humiliation and get out of the sect.
Therefore, the person that the junior sister hates the most is Liu Feng. Every time he is mentioned in front of her, she gnashes her teeth with hatred, and often conflicts with Liu Feng.
At this time on the stage, both parties had already stood firm.
Liu Feng is tall and handsome, with long hair tied up and fluttering in the wind, and a proud figure.
Jun Ling'er, on the other hand, was wearing a bright yellow dress and had a graceful figure. Although she was still young, she looked like a slim beauty.
Apart from anything else, when it comes to skin, the two people on the stage are as good as each other, and the supporters of both sides below are cheering for them one by one.
"Little sister, I didn't expect that senior brother's opponent would be you this time, but don't worry, senior brother will be merciful and won't let you lose too ugly."
"Hmph, whoever wants you to give in, go ahead and attack with all your strength. If I don't break one of your legs today, it won't count!"
The junior sister pouted, her breasts were fierce, and she had already clenched her fists, ready to give the annoying guy in front of her some color.
"Hahaha, my junior sister is really brave!"
After speaking, Liu Feng suddenly kicked the ground with his toes. His movements were as light as flying and as heavy as thunder. He looked like a falcon catching a rabbit and looked like a cat catching a mouse. He punched Jun Ling'er between the eyebrows.
Jun Ling'er also reacted very quickly. While avoiding Liu Feng's fist, she raised her leg and swept towards him.
The two immediately broke out into a fight, fighting like a dragon and a tiger, and it was so lively.