Regardless of whether the female disciples could inspire the fighting spirit of the male disciples, the presence of the headmaster could indeed heat up the atmosphere and make the disciples fight with all their strength. Even those who knew they had no hope of winning would fight with all their strength.
While the two were talking, the winner had been decided, and Qingxuzi's disciple won.
"The winner! Guo Erfei!"
The 17-year-old boy raised his right hand, his breathless face full of joy and pride.
Qingxuzi watched his disciple win, a smile appeared on his unkempt face, and he said:
"When I was young, I beat my peers so hard that no one dared to answer me. Just thinking about it makes me nostalgic. When the master was young, he should have been invincible among his peers, right?"
"No, I'm the weakest one."
Qing Xuan raised his head slightly and recalled the past, saying: "My master often commented that I was extremely stupid. If it weren't for the kindness of my elders at home, I would not have been able to enter the Shangqing Palace at all."
The elders around all looked strange when they heard this. Your cultivation level is called stupid?
Qingxuan could be said to be the most talented person in Shangqing Palace that they had ever seen. He had reached the level of a god through cultivation and was well versed in Taoism. He probably had seven or eight magical powers in his hands.
He knows everything about magic, techniques, elixirs, weapons and formations.
Taoist Qingxuan stood up and left. In just a few steps, he disappeared from everyone's sight and returned to the Taoist temple on the top of the mountain.
Inside the Taoist temple, a piece of rice paper was placed on the table.
The rice paper is densely packed with neatly written words, which have a Taoist charm and are magical in their own way.
Although Qingxuan was initially given the right to write the textbook out of personal preference, he was definitely more responsible for the content than the Ministry of Personnel or others, and was more professional. He himself was not very talented, and he knew very well that ordinary cultivators needed Mr. He's guidance.
It's definitely not for flattery!
Qingxuan looked around and saw that there was no one around, so he took out a large Leiyin book from his sleeve, and then read it while writing his own Tongxuan book.
"You are such a bald ass who flatters a martial art and lets the whole world watch. It's a pity that your martial art has too high requirements, while my Tongxuan book goes the other way. It doesn't teach the way to heaven, but only teaches how to strengthen the body."
[Meet a true immortal in a small temple in the mountains, and kill a great demon with a blade of weed. ]
(End of this chapter)
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