Who Dares Slander My Senior Brother Chapter 30:

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According to Jun Yan's teachings, Wen Jing meditates all night, not arrogant or impatient. In the early morning, the Qihai suddenly became a mass of aura. The vastness was like waves, pushing away from layer to layer, filling the body with a sudden stop. When he opened his eyes, he felt clear and clear, his body was light, and he reached a new level.

Wen Jing walked down from the bed, red face: "Thank you Brother, you have entered the eleventh floor."

"Very good." Jun Yanzhi looked at him lightly.

He has already changed his clothes, his ordinary green shirt, long and slender standing, black hair like ink, and a cyan tape that wraps his long hairs behind his head. Sigh.

Wen Jing blurted out: "Brother is really a natural temperament ..."

"... you like it." Jun Yanzhi whispered, and then bowed his head gently, "It's not early, we should go."

Wen Jing hurriedly changed his clothes and made way for him.

The venue for the group summit is the square in front of the Qingxu Basilica. Eight dais have been built a few months ago, and enchantments have been set up around it.

Among the 160 disciples who participated in the contest, there were 80 disciples who practiced qi and 80 disciples who built foundations, each with a separate ring stand.

Liu Qianmo has already been waiting to distribute the sign in his hand.

There is a number on the brand. The group summit will try a lottery system and enter the venue with the card.

This approach is fair.

Each match is limited to the time of Wuzhuxiang. The winner of one pillar can get five small stones. The winner of two pillars can get four small stones, and so on, and so on. The winner has only one small stone.

If there is no winner or loser in Wuzhuxiang, the two will have nothing.

After ten matches, the first round of the competition ended. The ranking was based on the number of stones received. The disciples ranked after eighty were eliminated, leaving only eighty to continue the second round of competition.

The second round of the test is a bit grim.

Among the eighty people, disciples of discipleship and disciples of Zhuji are about half, and should not be mixed. The Qing Xu Jianzong passed down a rule from the time of the withered wooden Taoist, and continues to this day. The disciple disciple adopts the melee elimination style, and the ranking of the disciple disciple is determined by several peak masters and their moves.

This second round of testing is really unfair.

The melee elimination style refers to the ten disciples fighting on the same platform. The first four kicked out are eliminated, and the remaining six win, each with ten pebbles.

To win in this type of trial depends on the ability to quickly find a combat partner. This ability is essential in the world of cultivation, but for Hui Shifeng, who has no connections and relationships, it is a bit difficult and vulnerable to exclusion.

For some larger peaks, such as Tian Hengfeng, most practitioners of Qi training can enter the second round of the trial. Therefore, the strategy was agreed before the game. Compared with other temporary team pulses, Can be considered an opportunity.

The monks who have been tested by the peak masters are more vulnerable to fraud.

This situation hasn't changed slightly until Xi Fangzhang took charge of Xu Jianzong in recent years.

The Qunfeng meeting was tested every five years. At the last test, when He Ling had just built the foundation, compared with other long-established monks, it naturally fell short, and failed to pass the first round.

Thus, this year's competition is crucial.

Not to mention, the winner will also receive a large number of prizes such as spirit stone, miracle, magic weapon and so on.

In the hall, a long dragon chant, only listening to Zhu Hiong said on the stage: "The first round of the test, officially started. Injured can not play, or fell off the platform to lose."

Liu Qianmo asked everyone to spread out.

Wen Jing went to deliver the sign, sat aside and waited for the lottery result. When he was bored, he reopened the character system. Dozens of small boxes opened in my mind. Unsurprisingly, they were still green.

Then, he looked at Wen Renmu in white clothes not far away, and was slightly surprised.

I haven't looked at it for a few years. Why has the character value dropped from 800 to 600? What has he done in the past two years?

Although the character system is inexplicable, the sudden change is strange.

"Hui Shifeng 'ninety two' came forward!" shouted the deacon disciple in charge of the "Gen" platform.

Wen Jing quickly climbed to the stage and waited.

I was trying to turn off the character system, but a red box appeared in my sight. Wen Jing looked away, only to feel that the young man who climbed the ring platform was plain-dressed, handsome and somewhat familiar.

Instantly, the red frame disappears and becomes green.

After a while, it turns red again.

Continuous conversion between character values ​​reminds him of a person, right and wrong, but he can't remember his name.

"Do you remember me?" The boy smiled.

Wen Jing frowned: "You are from North Yanfeng ..." This boy was one of the newcomers who captured the flag with him, but couldn't remember his name.

The teenager laughed, "Don't you remember? If you beat you, you will remember."

"Start!" the deacon apprentice called.

The boy suddenly lowered his face, and a strong aura of light flew towards Wen Jing, shaped like a blade, avoiding the vital points of the body, and hitting his shoulder.

Wen Jing turned his right hand, and a blue spirit shield appeared in his palm. The meeting of two auras of light sparked a bright light, but Wen Jing was also forced back a few steps by the aura of the other side, and a cold light appeared on his face.

Looking that there were not many disciples in the test, they were attracted by the blow and the discussion was over.

The two are only sixteen or seventeen years old, but Xiuwei is up and down the tenth floor of qi training, and has never heard of it. He is silent and should not be a highly qualified disciple.

In particular, the disciple who mastered it is very proficient in mastering the aura. It takes at least ten or eight years for ordinary people to form such a light blade, and their natural understanding is staggering.

Wen Jing shook her right hand, and some couldn't stand it. She looked through the strong light, but saw the other person still smiling.

He gritted his teeth tightly, and his heart was surprised.

He is the body of Sanyang, so within five years, the fifth level of self-practicing qi has risen to the eleventh level. This young man is either the four spiritual roots or the five spiritual roots.

The boy meditated silently. The aura above the shield was stronger, and Wen Jing stepped back a few more steps. He had been forced to the edge of the platform and firmly supported.

Only listening to the sound of shattering, the blue spirit shield was broken by life, but Wen Jing flew into the air with one hand, and sent out four auras with his hands.

Two murmurings in the air.

Wen Jing's right shoulder was stroked, and the blood flow was endless. He couldn't raise his arm.

The teenager's eyes and nose were also hit, red and swollen.

It turned out that Wen Jing saw that he only cares about attack, he can't defend, and he can't form a lethal blade, so he hits all four auras to his face. The teenager was too late to dodge, hit two, even his eyes Can't open for a moment.

Wen Jing couldn't get back to him, and his left hand quickly sent out two auras, hitting the young man's shoulder.

Although the boy could not open his eyes, his ears moved slightly, and he turned back to avoid the two auras, before he stood still, but suddenly there was a strong wind in front of him, he couldn't stand still, and took a few steps back.

He didn't know he had retreated to the ring. Suddenly, the teenager's hind feet hung in the air, yelled, and fell off the ring.

"Hui Shifeng's 'ninety two' win! Two pillar incense!" The deacon disciple glanced at each other and shouted.

A lot of people have been gathered under the ring, and they have discussed who this winning boy is.

Wen Jingju looked down at the disciple with a smile on his mouth. This was his first victory in his life, and he was arrogant and turned his head inadvertently, but suddenly he saw a slender figure not far away, looking at himself faintly. Wen Jing was startled, how could Brother Sijun stand and watch.

He thought for a moment that Brother Jun is a modest gentleman. His appearance definitely made him unhappy, so he quickly jumped to the stage and raised the young man in the eyes of the public. He was concerned: "Are you injured?"

Nevertheless, his eyes only fluttered towards Jun Yanzhi in the distance.

Jun Yan smiled slightly and left.

The boy stood up with his support, but also smiled lightly: "No fakes."

Wen Jing purses her lips and releases his arm.

If you have low attack power, you can't hit it hard. In a hurry, I couldn't think of anything, but instead used a few tricks that Duan Xuan beat himself every year. Sure enough, I was so impressed that I had only these in my head when I was in crisis.

Wen Jing said modestly: "I am lucky to win."

The boy opened his eyes slightly and smiled, "I think so."

Wen Jing has nothing to say, nods, and turns away.

On this day, Wen Jing remembered the boy's name only after asking about it. His name is You Xi, and he was unknown in the North Yanfeng on weekdays. I did not expect that before the group summit test, Bei Yanfeng selected his disciples and found that he had silently practiced the eleventh-level practice of Qi, and even several of his brothers and friends did not know it.

... It turned out to be a pig and a tiger.

After this time with You, Wen Jing was gradually watched during the test, and she won two games in a row, with a little fame. It was a pity that a few brothers who practiced the twelfth and thirteenth layers of qi training were beaten and blushed. In particular, Tian Hengfeng's disciples, he encountered two bad luck, and was crushed by force to stand up.

A few days later, the first round of results was announced, and Wen Jing barely mixed in the top 80. Although he just hoisted the tail of the car, Hui Shifeng was up and down with joy.

It turned out that Jun Yanzhi and He Ling also squeezed into the top 80 and entered the second round of competition together.

Liu Qianmo was a little suspicious.

He Ling's cultivation is high, and there are four sacred winds taught by Master. It is not surprising to enter the second round. Although Wen Jing was young, Master was extremely harsh towards him, and he has made great progress in recent years. He can see that his qualifications should be extraordinary.

But Jun Yanzhi has always followed the doctrine of the mean, and he doesn't usually see anything special. Why is it so powerful this time?

We must know that the struggle for the construction of monks is more violent than the disciples who practice qi. Those who can enter the top eighty are talented people with a natural talent or family background.

But this suspicion only lasted for a while and was replaced by joy.

The so-called loss of everything, the prosperity of all glory, the teachers and brothers in the peak vein have the ability, Hui Shifeng's life will naturally be much better. Liu Qianmo will never be jealous.

As for the surprise of the other disciples, let alone.

Whenever there are young and growing forces in the world, other established forces usually react in this way. The first step is to doubt and suppress the new forces in the cradle. If unsuccessful, the emerging forces insist on surviving, rising and growing, and the forming forces know that they can't hold back, and they will begin to make good relations, pull relationships, and use each other.

Thus, Hui Shifeng's rise is bound to have a certain impact on the Qing Xu Jianzong.

After the first round of competition, Wen Jing can still rest for a few days, but Jun Yanzhi and He Ling will immediately re-enter the battle, and they will fight with several peak leaders of the Qing Xu Jianzong.

Why is n’t the second round of competition based on force determined by force as in the first round?

In the beginning, this was kind. Every five years, the group summit test, the top 80 are all the talents of Qing Xu Jianzong. In particular, Zhuji's disciples are the mainstay of the Qing Xu Jianzong. This is an opportunity to have a chance with the peak masters to familiarize themselves with the purpose of connecting feelings.

Unfortunately, the result of the judgement was somewhat unfair and subject to controversy. On several occasions, it was very embarrassing.

For the sake of fairness, Xi Fang invited eight peak hosts to sit down.

Four forty foundation monks came to power in order, except for the master of Ben Feng, any one of the masters of the peak can do something with it. Those who can accept one move get five small stones. Those who receive two moves get ten small stones, and so on.

Because there are eight peak owners supervising each other, the process is much more standardized than before, and it is barely fair.

He Ling's voice was relatively high, and he got the true story of Simingfeng. He actually accepted four moves when he came on the field. One of them was Brother Jin Dan of Tian Hengfeng and Lu Changqing.

He Ling was vomiting blood by Lu Changqing's move, but still barely stood up and looked coldly. When Lu Changqing came off, his lips were tight and his words were silent, but the appreciation in his eyes could not be concealed.

He has twenty pebbles. The top forty place should be kept.

On this day, the crowd was moving under the stage, Wen Jing waited hard, and finally reached the day when Jun Yan was playing.