God-level full-time system

The moment He Mu fell down in the audience, it represented the strong rise of Tingxue Sword Sect, but it also announced that Canglan Region would be at the bottom of this martial arts competition and become the last of the seven major sects.

Holding He Mu's body as stiff as a dead tree, He Yan's eyes were very calm, and he was not as shy, angry, or blaming as other disciples.

After going through the spiritual baptism that night when he was determined to die, he suddenly felt that Wang Dachui's scolding made sense.

Failure is not terrible, what is truly terrible is not facing the consequences of failure.

It doesn't matter who you lose to. If you lose, you lose. As long as you can win back next time, that's fine.

Moreover, even if you can’t win next time, there will be another time, and if the next time doesn’t work, then there will be another time!

As long as you don't give up on yourself, you will only lose but not be defeated.

"Why are you crying?!"

With a sharp whistle, He Yan glanced at the dejected fellow disciples, and coldly scolded a few crying female disciples.

"It's just a failure. I heard that the Snow Sword Sect won and we won in an open and honest manner. When I saw the talented people, they could do it. Why can't we?" Looking around, He Yan's voice was low and powerful.

"Brothers, we don't have time to cry. I hope you can cheer up. In fact, only when you fall to the bottom can you look at the sky more easily. And I don't want you to lose the courage to look up and pursue because of your short-term grief! If you feel suffocated

Qu, then go back and practice hard! Ten years later, let’s try our skills again!”

As soon as these words came out, all the disciples in Canglan Territory were shocked, and then they all nodded heavily, and the surging fighting spirit in their red eyes rose again, like an immortal fire.

Perhaps ten years later, they will be older and have become deacons and protectors of the sect from disciples, but this fighting spirit will be passed on to the next generation of disciples in the Canglan Region and will never be extinguished.

This is the positive energy of martial arts gatherings, and it has meaning other than survival of the fittest.

Work hard, know your shame and then be brave!

"He Yan is indeed a person. It seems that after his defeat at your hands that day, he has figured out a lot." Leng Han looked at the group of mourning soldiers in Canglan Region and said with some fear: "Why do I feel that Canglan Region is the opposite?

With the trend of rising, I really don’t know what the martial arts competition will be like in the next ten years.”

"This is a good thing. When you are under pressure, you will be motivated, right?"

Wang Dachui smiled slightly, shrugged and said: "This passion is the foundation for a sect to continue. As long as this passion is still there, it cannot be defeated! We heard that the Snow Sword Sect is like this, and the Canglan Region is also like this.

in this way."

"Wang Dachui, I will definitely challenge you again in the future!!"

After finishing at the bottom, He Yan had no burden. He supported his father, who was still unconscious, and shouted loudly to Wang Dachui.

"I am waiting for you!"

Wang Dachui smiled slightly, he was very happy that what he said that night was not an insult.

"Wang Dachui, thank you!"

Turning around, He Yan said sincerely in a voice that only he could hear.

This martial arts meeting has nothing to do with their Canglan region, so he plans to bring his sect's disciples back to the court to plan and implement their own revival plan.

"Wang Dachui, you have to go further!"

He Yan turned around and took a deep look at Wang Dachui in the crowd. He Yan secretly blessed him in his heart, then waved his hand and decisively led the people from Canglan Territory out of the martial arts arena.

Because I heard that the Snow Sword Sect was successfully promoted today, even though it was still early, the martial arts meeting did not continue. The heads of the major sects congratulated Tang Ying one after another, and seemed to be in a happy mood.

"Brother Tang spent ten years sharpening his sword, and once he was born, it was really sharp and sharp!"

Ying Yi nodded towards Tang Ying, who was wearing a white robe, and said with a smile: "I think Brother Tang's Shadowless Sword is quite similar to the essence of our Shadow Stream!"

"The invisible blade is the most deadly!"

Tang Ying shook her head humbly and said with a smile: "It's just a job for everyone. It's a job for everyone."

"Congratulations."

Wan Han held Tang Ying's hand, their expressions changed at the same time, and then they burst into laughter.

"Caught up?"

"Brother Wan, I've been waiting for a long time!"

Tang Ying and Wan Han let go of each other's hands and spoke words that the others could not understand.

"This martial arts competition is interesting, so interesting!!"

Wan Han looked up to the sky and laughed twice, then waved his hand and led Wan Xing away from the high platform.

"Brother Tang, we are the Lihuo Sect coming down below. You must be mentally prepared!"

Yan Nuo chuckled. Although Tang Ying's performance just shocked everyone, he didn't seem too worried.

"Old Yan, just now Brother Tang's Shadowless Sword didn't even come out of its scabbard! How can you be better than He Mu? How dare you talk nonsense here." Liu Ru's eyes flashed in Baihua Valley, and she covered her mouth.

chuckled.

"Hey, you'll know when the time comes!"

Yannuo's big bronze eyes were full of confidence, and he smiled without saying a word.

In the remaining time, I heard that the Snow Sword Sect was hosting a grand banquet for the guests. Whether they were disciples of the seven major sects or people from the martial arts world who came to watch the ceremony, they were all welcome to come and have a glass of wedding wine, and no one was refused.

"Hey, where are you going to run away from a nice banquet?"

Wang Dachui had just finished talking to Zhao Yi and the others when he was stopped by a lazy voice as he walked out of the palace door.

Looking back, he found that Brother Lei was also holding a wine glass in one hand and gnawing on a large chicken drumstick in the other. The sentimental guy had also become a wandering martial arts person who came in to eat and drink.

"It's not because of you that I'm going to leave the sect to find some craftsmen to repair a courtyard on Yaofeng, so that when the martial arts meeting ends, Elder Ku will have no place to live when he comes back."

Wang Dachui curled his lips and raised his legs to leave.

"etc!"

Suddenly, Tang Caiwei's voice came from behind, and with a gust of fragrant wind, she put on a green skirt and came to Wang Dachui.

"You want to go out?"

"Oh, yes."

Because he knew that Tang Caiwei was angry with him, Wang Dachui nodded and answered honestly.

"Emergency?"

Tang Caiwei asked, frowning slightly.

"It's quite urgent."

Wang Dachui nodded, and then said: "I won't eat this banquet or anything like that. It just so happens that I don't like the excitement either."

"Then I'll go out with you."

Tang Caiwei nodded and said.

"Uh, that's not necessary!" Wang Dachui said in surprise.

"You don't know how many secret forces outside are eyeing you now." Tang Caiwei snorted angrily, and then said: "I promised to protect your safety, otherwise who do you think would be willing to run with you?

After running?"

After listening to Tang Caiwei's words, Wang Dachui felt warm in his heart. He knew that a girl like Tang Caiwei was a sharp-tongued person with a soft heart. Although she was angry with him, she was still concerned about her own safety and did not want to be harmed.

"Miss..."

Wang Dachui smiled slightly, and was about to say that he could protect himself, but Ren Lei on the side suddenly stuffed the remaining chicken leg bones into Wang Dachui's mouth, then patted him on the shoulder and said: "That girl

I already said I would accompany you, why are you still nagging? Just go together!"

After saying this without making any distinction, he pushed Wang Dachui to Tang Caiwei's side and winked at him.

"Senior, you..."

Tang Caiwei looked at the unfamiliar Ren Lei and pursed her lips in confusion, wondering why he looked so familiar to Wang Dachui.

"Don't ask me who I am." After waving his hand, Ren Lei turned around and walked towards the palace with a smile, saying as he walked: "Brother Lei does good deeds without leaving a name. Don't worship me. I'm just a legend!"

Wang Dachui and Tang Caiwei looked at Ren Lei who was submerged in the hall speechlessly, with several black lines appearing on their faces.

He opens his mouth to say that he is a legend. How narcissistic must this person be?

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