Eternal Taoist King

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"I also want to go up and try. I haven't fought, I'm curious ..." Song Ning shyly said, but he also knew that Qiuyue's words were indeed reasonable.

Qiuyue frowned: "Well, wait for them to finish playing, you go up and try, I will choose an opponent for you."

"Thank you Sister Qiuyue." Song Ning clenched his fists.

"Wang Daleisheng." Qiuyue finished, pointing to the audience: "Sun Mu, you come up."

Sun Mu froze for a moment, then jumped onto the stage: "Sister Qiuyue."

"Song Ning, you come too." Qiuyue said again.

Song Ning clenched his fists and went to the stage.

Sun Mu gave Song Ning a glance, this is a raw face, and still came to power ...

"Sun Mu, Song Ning had been hurt before, and just started to practice, just come up and feel some, you don't have to shoot too hard." Qiuyue said.

Sun Mu smiled: "Thank you, Sister Qiuyue."

Qiuyue frowned: "Thank me? If it weren't for your cultivation behavior to be the lowest among ordinary disciples, I would not let you learn from Song Ning."

Sun Mu rubbed his head in embarrassment, smirked, and turned to look at Song Ning: "Brother Song, please do it first, I will let you."

"Thank you, Senior Brother, I haven't fought, please enlighten Senior Brother." Song Ning was very happy at this moment. He longed to hope that he could fight with others. Today, this wish is finally realized.

"Haha, I will definitely advise you, please take action first." Sun Mu backhanded waiting for Song Ning to attack.

Song Ning didn't know how to fight, but just saw the brothers and sisters just now, he followed suit: "Thank you Brother Sun."

After finishing Song Ning's speech, he raised his hand to condense an aura, which was attached to his fist, and he swayed under his feet and rushed to Sun Mu.

Sun Mu smiled: "Brother Song, this kind of attacking trick cannot be ..."

Sun Mu raised his hand to block while talking, but halfway through his words, he felt the aura from Song Ning's fist.

Boom!

Sun Mu stepped back a few steps, a salty voice in his throat, and a spout of blood.

Silently, Sun Mu's right arm just blocked was completely numb. He looked pale and looked at Song Ning in shock.

Song Ning froze in place. Just now he just wanted to punch with all his strength, but he didn't expect to directly hurt Sun Mu.

"Brother Sun, are you okay?" Song Ning immediately walked over to ask.

"You, you hurt me on purpose!" Sun Mu said angrily.

Qiuyue jumped on the test bench to stop Song Ning: "Have you been hiding Aura before?"

"I don't have one." Song Ning was confused.

The ordinary disciples present at the moment all knew Sun Mu, but no one knew Song Ning. Sun Mu let Song Ning make a move, but Song Ning directly injured Sun Mu, and they all were unfair for Sun Mu.

"Sister Qiuyue, what is going on with this man?"

"Study and comparison, can't intentionally hurt people, is he in violation of the rules?"

"He should be banned from participating!"

For a time, all the disciples started shouting, and some even directly criticized Song Ning.

"No, brothers and sisters, I just thought about a full blow just now, and I didn't want to hurt Brother Sun Mu." Song Ning explained.

The disciples were still unsteady, Qiuyue shouted, "Shut up!"

Silent, Qiuyue looked at Song Ning: "Your qualifications are cancelled, leave here."

"Sister Qiuyue, I ..."

"Go down!"

Song Ning gritted his teeth, bowed to Qiuyue, and then bowed to Sun Mudao: "Brother Sun, I'm sorry."

If Song Ning really had a hit to hurt Sun Mu, these ordinary disciples didn't believe it, so they thought Song Ning pretended to be ineffective and attacked successfully. Therefore, they were even more disgusted with Song Ning.

Under the glaring of everyone, Song Ning went away sadly, listening to the cheers and applause that sounded again behind him, he sighed bitterly.

In the next period of time, Song Ning almost practiced in the room. Occasionally, he left the room and went out to ventilate a few times. When he met ordinary brothers and sisters, no one talked to him. Even when he saw him, he could not wait to come and teach him something .

For a time, Song Ning found that he seemed to be excluded from everyone.

Every night, Song Ning sits by the window and looks at the sky after practicing. He misses his uncle and his brother and sister for 13 years. They were together for 13 years, but they were all killed because of a dream. .

If Song Ning has no resentment against Leng Yuexiao, this is absolutely false, but Song Ning is more blaming himself. He blames himself for being asleep. The next thing will not happen.

Day after day, Song Ning's aura is increasing, but Song Ning finds that according to the pamphlet, his aura should have reached the fifth level, but now Song Ning feels that his aura is still only The look of the first floor.

"No wonder the righteous father said I was not suitable for cultivation ..." Song Ning sighed bitterly, wanting to take revenge, perhaps waiting for the next life.

At this time, there was a loud noise outside the room. Song Ning went out and saw many disciples walking towards the center of Tianhe City.

"Brother, what's the fun?"

"Sister, what happened?"

However, a famous disciple walked past Song Ning, but no one answered him, not even looking at him.

Song Ning was aggrieved. His eyes were hot and he walked behind them.

At this moment, disciples of all levels in Tianhe City walked toward the center, ordinary disciples wearing white robes, formal disciples wearing blue robes, inner disciples wearing red robes, and core disciples wearing purple robes.

Among the group of disciples, Song Ning found a male disciple wearing a silver robe. The male disciple was carrying a long sword, he was domineering, standing on his shoulders, standing next to the chair above the high platform. These are older people and should be the predecessors of the martial arts.

In front of them, there was a test bench of a thousand squares in size, and Song Ning realized at this moment that this should be the beginning of the three factions.

"Look, Sister Leng is here!"

In the distance, Leng Yuexiao was dressed in colored damask, and petals fluttered in the air. She came lightly on top of the petals and landed on the high platform, bowing to the few in front of her: "Elders, disciples are late."

"Not too late, it happened that we greeted the Taoists of the other two factions." Sitting in the middle was the head of the head, the head of the head stood up, and several of the people beside him also stood up, and they looked far into the sky.

Above the sky, several auspicious clouds appeared, and on this auspicious cloud, a total of twenty-four people.

"Welcome Daoyou from Luoxialing and Cangyun Mountain." The head chanted.

"Hahaha, please don't come to Hongfeng Daoyou." A purple hair smiled in the sky.

Among these twenty-four people, only four of them fell on the high platform, and the remaining twenty people fell on the comparison platform. Song Ning looked closely. It should be ten people from each school. From the perspective of costumes, it is different. Two disciples at the stage each participated in the competition.