When Golden Finger Meets Salted Fish

Three days passed quickly, and passed in a blink of an eye.

The three days before the Zongmen Grand Competition are very important for ordinary disciples, because the outer disciples want to enter the inner sect, the inner disciples want to be apprentices, and the disciples who have already apprenticed want to strive for more benefits. Everyone is trying to improve themselves at this last moment, wishing to do everything they can to break through, and among all the disciples who can sit firmly on the Diaoyutai, only the big disciples of the peaks are left.

Yun Qingyue, as a senior sister of Mingxia Peak, her cultivation level can be regarded as the best among her peers, and among her peers, only the major disciples of various peaks can be compared with her, so she is not worried that she will be judged by others in the sect competition. Brothers and sisters go beyond.

She still practiced as before, methodically, the only extra plan than usual was to guide the little white tiger to practice.

The white tiger is worthy of being a divine beast. Even if its realm has fallen and its supernatural powers are lost, its natural mastery of gold spells is beyond the reach of others. Yun Qingyue taught her to meditate at the beginning, but before he had time to teach her more, Jiang Mo was able to use his spiritual power to attack by himself, scratching the floor with ease. Later, after Yun Qingyue taught her the Judgment spell, she learned it like a duck to water.

In just three days, Yun Qingyue only had time to teach Jiang Mo some basic spells, but that was enough. Jiang Mo gradually understood the use of spells through learning, and then she not only learned the spells taught by Yun Qingyue, but also learned and used them vividly.

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The scorching afternoon sun shone through the branches of the peach tree and fell on a huge black boulder under the tree.

This gigantic boulder is about one person tall, and its body is dark and dull. Even if the sunlight falls on it, it seems that it can be absorbed by the darkness without causing any waves... It looks out of place in this quiet small courtyard, but it was cloud clear three days ago Yue put it here by himself.

The huge black stone is called Black Gold Stone, which is used by sword repairmen to test the power of their swordsmanship. It is also the "tiger scratching board" that Yun Qingyue prepared for the little white tiger. It is a trivial matter that a piece of the floor in the room is scratched, and Yun Qingyue knows it at a glance. , that claw mark was not intentional by Jiang Mo, but accidentally left when testing the power of the moves. This is very common in the cultivation world, but compared to the bluestone floor, black gold stone is undoubtedly more suitable.

After the black gold stone was placed in the yard that day, under Yun Qingyue's signal, the little white tiger used his spiritual power to scratch the stone hard. However, before grasping the bluestone is like grasping tofu, it has no effect on this black gold stone.

When the little white tiger clawed down, not only did it not leave any marks on the black gold stone, it almost scratched its nails!

Now that three days have passed, the little white tiger confidently reappeared in front of the black gold stone, intending to try the results of these three days of study and practice. But before she stretched out her claws, the system's overly upright mechanical voice came to her ears: "Host, wake up, where did you get so confident? If you were really confident, you wouldn't wait for the senior sister to go out to wait for you." Come and try!"

The false confidence was punctured, and Jiang Mo suddenly became angry from embarrassment, and slapped the cheap system far away, and the milk tiger roared: "Shut up, no one will think you are dumb if you don't open your mouth!"

The system actor was photographed flying more than ten meters away, then flew back resentfully, and simply didn't speak again.

Jiang Mo didn't bother with it anymore, she stretched out her claws to channel her spiritual power, and the immature claw tips were immediately covered by a layer of metal light visible to the naked eye. Then she waved her claws and wanted to scratch at the black gold stone. After thinking for a while, she retracted her claws and put them on the black gold stone to scratch tentatively—no way, no matter if it is a tiger or a human, the nails will hurt if they are split Well, it's only been a few days, and she hasn't forgotten it.

So the system saw the host carefully scratching the black gold stone with his paws, and then scratching again. It leaned up and stuck it on the stone for a look, only to find that the surface of the black gold stone was still smooth and smooth, not to mention claw marks, not even a scratch!

The light cluster of the system that had just been photographed flying over flickered, and this time it learned how to behave, and the non-existent hand tightly covered its mouth and did not laugh out loud.

Jiang Mo was a little depressed, but the result did not seem to be unexpected, after all, only three days had passed. In the past three days, she only learned spells from her senior sister, and didn't go out to fight monsters to improve her combat power. It should be that the gains were limited. But after thinking about it, he was a little unwilling, so he withdrew his claws and used his spiritual power again, and the metallic spiritual energy in the air quickly gathered and condensed.

The next moment, a small sword with a sharp golden aura appeared in front of the white tiger, and with a thought in her mind, it slashed fiercely at the black gold stone... There was no such thing as cracking a stele, cracking a stone, or splashing debris.

The system leaned forward again, looked carefully for a while, and finally found a tiny scratch.

The atmosphere was a little silent and subtle, Jiang Mo glared at Hei Jinshi in shame, and unconvincedly mobilized his spiritual power again. The metallic aura in the air gathered and condensed again, but this time what appeared was no longer a small sword, but a small embroidery needle. It took more spiritual power to condense the small sword than before, but the condensed embroidery needle was smaller.

The embroidery needle pierced the black gold stone again, and there was a "swoosh" sound, which brought a small sound of breaking through the air. The needle went so quickly and urgently that the system who had just leaned forward to watch the excitement didn't have time to avoid it, and the needle tip almost rubbed against the black gold stone injected into the system's light ball.

Even though the system has no entity, knowing that the little embroidery needle can't cause harm to him, he can't help but break out in a cold sweat—if it has it, if it doesn't, then use special effects instead—the system, still in shock, then turned around and saw There was already a tiny needle eye on the black gold stone that Jiang Mo had no choice but to do before!

Before the little white tiger had time to step forward to check, she had already collapsed on the ground, this blow exhausted all her strength. His body seemed to be hollowed out in an instant, and Jiang Mo gasped for a while before asking the system, "How is it?"

The system was stunned, and then truthfully replied: "There is a needle's eye."

Not only was Jiang Mo not disappointed when she heard the words, but her tiger eyes lit up with joy, because this already represented her progress and success. After all, it was the black gold stone that the Jindan cultivator was trying to move. Even if Yun Qingyue could split it with a single sword, it didn't mean that the little white tiger who had just established the foundation also had such power. What's more, her combat power and realm have not yet matched, and her true strength has not even reached the foundation establishment.

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The day before the Grand Competition, many affairs in the sect needed to be dealt with, the most basic of which was registration.

Xuanqingzong has tens of thousands of disciples, which are distributed among the five peaks, and each peak has as few as thousands or as many as tens of thousands of disciples. As the sect master, Tianyang Peak has the most disciples among the five peaks, but the one with the fewest disciples is not Mingxia Peak, whose master doesn't care about things, but Qingyun Peak, which is more low-key. But let's not mention Qing Yunfeng for the time being, among the thousands of disciples of Guangmingxia Peak, there are about a thousand people who have signed up for the Grand Competition.

The registration lasted for three full days. As a senior sister, Yun Qingyue naturally wouldn't stare at it all the time, but when the deadline was approaching on the last day, she still found time to go to Banshan Square to check the registration status.

"Big sister." Yun Qingyue's flying sword fell, and half of the people in the square saluted and greeted her.

Yun Qingyue put away the flying sword, nodded calmly as usual, and then stepped forward to ask the registered disciple, "How is it?"

The disciple originally sat behind the desk to register, but when Yun Qingyue's flying sword landed, he had already stood up to greet him. Seeing the senior sister asking at this moment, she immediately presented the registration list and said: "Master, this is the registration list. Among them, there are 52 direct disciples, 337 inner disciples, and 596 outer disciples, all of whom are registered. .”

The direct disciples are divided into the peak master and the elders. There are only 60 people in Mingxia Peak, except for a few young ones, almost all of them have signed up. They all went to compete for the top ten in the competition, in other words, they also went for the three martial arts.

Followed by inner disciples and outer disciples, the difference in the number of the two is nearly ten times, but the difference in the number of applicants is not that big. Most of Gein's outer disciples had mediocre aptitudes, and many of them had resigned themselves to their fate after several struggles, and those who dared to apply were those who thought they had some abilities. The inner disciples are almost the same as the direct disciples, except for those who are under or over the age, the rest are basically all signed up.

Yun Qingyue has been in charge of Mingxia Peak on behalf of his teacher for many years, and he knows the situation of Mingxia Peak's disciples well. But no matter how well she understands, it is impossible to write down every inner or outer disciple, and only those 60 direct disciples can catch her eye.

At this moment, after listening to the report of the registered disciples, she took over the roster and opened it, and sure enough, the three were recorded separately.

There were too many disciples from the inner and outer sects, so she glanced over them, and then took a closer look at the direct disciples who signed up. After reading it once, she frowned slightly, and after reading it again, she asked, "Did Zhongheng sign up?"

The registered disciple was about to speak when he heard the words, when he heard a clear male voice from a distance: "Here we come, here we come to sign up."

After the words were finished, the man had already approached, but he was a handsome young man in white clothes with a sword in his hand. It is not appropriate to say that he is a young man, because he looks like a teenager with red lips and white teeth, and his appearance looks very small. After facing Shang Yun Qingyue, his temperament is even smaller. I saw him cupping his hands at Yun Qingyue, and said with a smile: "I was delayed on the road, I came back late, and I hope my sister will forgive me."

This person is Zhong Heng, the second disciple of Mingxia Peak's sect master, and Yun Qingyue's second junior brother. Don't look at his immature appearance, but he is actually a few years older than Yun Qingyue. However, he started late, and Qingyu didn't like to teach his apprentices, Zhongheng was still taught by Yun Qingyue. Therefore, he respected this little senior sister, but he was also unconvinced, and he wanted to surpass her wholeheartedly.

Of course, so far this is just a wish, and it is a wish that is getting farther and farther away from realization.

Yun Qingyue glanced at his junior brother whom he hadn't seen for several years, nodded slightly, and then handed over the registration book in his hand: "Since you're back, write your name on it yourself."

Zhong Heng took the roster obediently, signed his name with a swipe of a pen, handed the roster back to the registered disciples, and then said to Yun Qingyue eagerly: "Senior sister, I haven't seen you in a few years, how about a competition?"

As he spoke, he was about to draw out the epee on his back, but Yun Qingyue only glanced at him, turned around and left.

Zhongheng was stunned for a moment, and hurried to catch up: "Hey, senior sister, why did you leave, don't you want to fight?"

Yun Qingyue only said "Competition in the arena", and then Yu Jian left, and Zhong Heng followed her back to the residence. The two entered the small courtyard together, but saw that the courtyard was peaceful and empty, except for the little white tiger.