With full level of enlightenment, I turned the lower world into a fairyland

Soon.

The disciples of the two sects have gathered in the martial arts arena.

Each of them is full of fighting spirit.

Taoist Longshan and Old Man Shenjian are sitting on the armchair, smiling.

The two of them communicated with each other.

"Brother Shenjian, what do you think of my idea?"

"I didn't expect you to be so treacherous."

"Brother Shenjian, this is wrong. I want the disciples to experience more. Think about it. In the past, we fought and they watched. What can they learn? They just watched the excitement. But now, they are on the field themselves and have the important task of the sect. They must go all out. The effect will be different."

"You are smart. When the disciples of my Shenjian Sect beat your Zhenwu Sect to tears, I will reluctantly let you stay in Zhenwu Mountain for a few more years."

Listening to his old friend's harsh words, Taoist Longshan just smiled and did not refute.

Old Man Shenjian was slightly grateful in his heart.

He knew that Taoist Longshan took the initiative to propose this plan to save his face.

But in reality, he didn't think about taking back Zhenwu Mountain. At most, he would ridicule it a few times.

Gratitude is gratitude.

Face still needs to be fought for.

"Since I can't beat you, then my disciples can beat your disciples too!"

The old man Shenjian was very confident.

Luo Wentian got the signal from Taoist Longshan and looked at the disciples of the two sects.

"Everyone, according to what my master and senior Shenjian said, this competition is mainly for experience. Although you have to go all out, you must stop at the right time and avoid hurting people at will, otherwise you will be severely punished."

"Of course, if you perform well, the two teachers will not hesitate to reward you!"

"Which disciple wants to go first?"

Everyone was eager to try.

Soon.

A disciple from the outer sect of Zhenwu Sect stepped out.

"I am Wang Chong from the outer sect of Zhenwu Sect. Who from Shenjian Sect can teach me a thing or two?" The young man was full of vigor and vitality.

Whether it is the Zhenwu Sect or the Shenjian Sect, they are divided into the outer sect, inner sect and true disciples. The outer sect disciples are all in the Tempering Body Realm, while the inner sect disciples are in the Inner Yuan Realm. If they are in the Gang Yuan Realm, they are the elders of the sect. However, both sects were founded not long ago, and there are very few people in the Gang Yuan Realm.

As for the true disciples, they are not ranked according to strength. These are the disciples personally accepted by Longshan Taoist and Shenjian Elder.

A young man from the Shenjian Sect drew his sword and stepped out, showing his sharp edge.

"I, Li Bing from the outer sect of the Shenjian Sect, will meet you!"

The two fought in a group.

The sword light was flying, and the fist wind was whistling.

The one who dared to come out first naturally had some confidence.

Everyone nodded secretly.

Ning Qi was also watching. He rarely fought, but with his understanding, this kind of experience was much simpler than creating a method. He only needed one or two battles to gain much more growth than others, and even watching others fight, he gained a lot of growth.

"Wang Chong is going to win."

Wang Chong used the Tiger Evil Fist, which Ning Qi had also practiced before. In just a short moment, he had already reached perfection, and then integrated it into his own Wanxiang Fist. I'm afraid he knows this fist better than the founder of the Tiger Evil Fist.

With this thought, Wang Chong punched out with a tiger roar, carrying a murderous aura, and blasted Li Bing backwards.

"Thank you."

Wang Chong stopped there.

The disciples of the Zhenwu School were all excited and happy, and the disciples of the Divine Sword Sect could not hold back.

"I'll meet you!"

The atmosphere in the martial arts arena was completely mobilized.

The outer disciples came on stage one after another.

But it was obvious that the disciples of the Zhenwu School were stronger than the disciples of the Divine Sword Sect, and their foundation was deeper. The disciples of the Divine Sword Sect lost more than they won.

The old man Shenjian was in doubt and said with some envy:

"Longshan Niubi, you have a group of good disciples, right?"

The Taoist Longshan stroked his beard and laughed, and glanced at Ning Qi inconspicuously, feeling very pleased.

It has been nearly two years since the improved body-tempering powder was obtained, and it has begun to show results.

It can be predicted that the foundation of Zhenwu Sect will become more and more profound in the future.

The old man Shenjian saw that the Taoist Longshan pretended to be profound, and snorted unhappily.

Soon.

It was the inner disciples who came on the stage.

Now the advantage of Zhenwu Sect was not so great. After all, the old man Shenjian was not a vegetarian. It was said that he had received the incomplete inheritance of a sword saint, and the disciples of Shenjian Sect were all good at killing.

The victory of Zhenwu Sect was almost equal to that of the disciples of Shenjian Sect.

Now.

The old man Shenjian's face finally looked better, but it was still dark.

He swept his eyes, and a young man in white understood and flew out immediately. The young man in white was dignified, his eyes were like lightning, and the three-foot-long sword in his hand was as cold as autumn water.

"The sixth true disciple of the Divine Sword Sect, Yan Shiheng, is here. Please teach me, the true disciple of the Zhenwu Sect!"

All eyes were shocked.

The competition between the true disciples is the biggest attraction. After all, in a sense, the true disciples represent the true foundation of a sect.

Ning Qi raised his eyebrows and became interested.

Qin Yun was about to get up.

A figure next to him held him down.

The skinny young man in a blue Taoist robe smiled and said:

"Sun Chuanhai, the sixth true disciple of the Zhenwu Sect, please teach me, Brother Yan!"

The sixth true disciple against the sixth true disciple, this is the correct answer.

The two greeted each other.

Then they almost killed each other at the same time.

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As soon as the Zhenwu disciples made their move, people immediately felt something different. Both of them were in the Inner Yuan Realm, but their fighting power was much stronger than that of the Inner Gate disciples. Their moves were exquisite, which amazed all the disciples and made them exclaim in amazement.

Even Longshan Taoist and the Divine Sword Elder watched them more seriously.

"Sixth Senior Brother, I'm afraid you're going to lose."

Ning Qi watched very seriously.

He wanted to observe the operation of internal energy, but the internal energy of the masters of the inner Yuan realm was very restrained and could only bless the human body. Among them, those with profound cultivation could extend it outside the body, but they could not leave the body like Gang Yuan. Ning Qi tried his best and could only speculate the changes in the internal energy through the changes in the two people's moves.

Therefore, he could see that after the two fought for hundreds of moves, Sun Chuanhai was a little overwhelmed.

The old man Shenjian had a look of joy in his eyes.

Sure enough, Sun Chuanhai's expression changed, and the sword in Yan Shiheng's hand had fallen to his throat without knowing when.

The first battle of the true teaching, the Shenjian Sect won.

"Brother Yan's swordsmanship is amazing."

Sun Chuanhai took a deep breath and said, his skills are not as good as others, there is nothing to say.

Yan Shiheng returned the compliment:

"Brother Sun, you are too kind. I just ate two more years of meals."

He looked at the other people in Zhenwu Sect and said calmly:

"Is there any other true disciple who can teach me?"

The disciples of Shenjian Sect relaxed, but the disciples of Zhenwu Sect were a little anxious this time.

Qin Yun finally couldn't hold back. He tiptoed and landed in front of Yan Shiheng.

"The eighth true disciple of Zhenwu Sect, Qin Yun!"

The fighting spirit rose in his eyes.

Yan Shiheng frowned slightly. If Sun Chuanhai was still in the same age group as him, then Qin Yun was much younger. He was probably five or six years younger than him. It would be unfair if he won.

But the next moment.

He changed his mind.

Qin Yun held the knife and just slashed it. The strong and sharp knife light made him throw away his previous thoughts.

This boy is even stronger than the previous sixth true disciple!

The sword light was everywhere in the arena. Even if the two tried their best to control it, they could not help but leave crisscross marks on the martial arts arena.

Qin Yun's eyes were cold, and he became stronger and stronger.

After only a hundred moves.

A flash of knife light cut through the clothes on Yan Shiheng's chest.

The disciples of Zhenwu Sect cheered excitedly.

"Eighth Brother is mighty!"

The eighth true disciple defeated the sixth true disciple, which boosted morale.

The old man Shenjian had a complicated expression.

He could see that the eighth true disciple of Zhenwu Sect was extremely talented, and he was probably already moving towards the inner Yuan realm. At this age, he could not find anyone who could achieve such an achievement.

Taoist Longshan couldn't help but smile.

Before Ning Qi went up the mountain, Qin Yun was the most talented disciple of Zhenwu Sect.

Qin Yun enjoyed the feeling of being the center of attention, and his mood was inexplicably happy.

He said calmly:

"Thank you."

Yan Shiheng just smiled bitterly and waved his hand, slightly frustrated.

Taoist Longshan said to the old man beside him with a smile:

"Brother Shenjian, how about we stop the battle today?"

"I believe the disciples have a certain understanding of each other's strength. Let's wait for the next ten years to discuss the victory or defeat."

The old man Shenjian was silent for a while.

He felt a little aggrieved.

The outer disciples were completely defeated, and the inner disciples were also slightly inferior. The true disciples said that it was one win and one loss, but the other's eighth true disciple defeated his sixth true disciple, which was not a draw at all.

His face was burning, and he looked at the fat boy Zhuang Chen who was blowing his nose on the side, and made up his mind:

"Why not have another match?"