Chapter 68 Small Victory
"Hey, Junior Brother, do you know the meaning of Changchun Temple's existence?"
Qian Qianjin did not answer directly, but asked in a low voice with a smug smile.
"It is to select talents for the upper sect to join the Shengji Sect."
Yang Qingyun spoke with some confusion.
"That's right!"
Qian Qianjin clapped his hands.
"Since we are selecting talents for the sect, if we see a disciple who has shown enough potential, we will naturally not ignore him and will give him some pointers."
"After all, if I join the Holy Extreme Sect in the future, I will become a fellow disciple to the elders and deacons in the temple. This will undoubtedly greatly expand my network of contacts. If there are any peerless geniuses among them and they become successful in the future, it will be even better!"
"For these elders and deacons who came down from the upper sect, it's just some small pointers and a small amount of Yuanshi. But it's possible to greatly expand their network of contacts in the future and make friends with geniuses. Why not do this?"
“It’s no different than investing. Of course, you have to show enough value to make people invest.”
"As far as I know, Ouyang Qing, who has the highest cultivation and the strongest strength in the temple, is supported by the temple master. The other ten or so fellow disciples who are at the Zang-training realm also have deacons and elders who support and win them over to them."
"I heard that Junior Brother defeated Du Wei with just two moves. With such talent and strength, as long as he shows it on the field, it will definitely attract the attention of the deacons and elders. If those big shots miss a little bit, we won't have to worry!"
Qian Qianjin was very excited and whispered in Yang Qingyun's ear.
"I see!"
Yang Qingyun nodded thoughtfully, but his expression didn't change much.
"Thank you, Brother Qian, for your answer."
He did not comment on what Qian Qianjin said.
With the experience of starting over in his previous life, he did not need guidance from others before practicing. All he lacked were resources.
The advice from the elders and deacons did not have much appeal to him.
The most important point is,
It is easy to accept support, but it is difficult to repay the debt of favor in the future!
and,
Yang Qingyun still had some concerns about this.
"If things develop like this, wouldn't it be easy for factions to form within the Shengji Sect? If we are completely in the dark and make the wrong choice, we might end up joining the Guo Party in 1949."
Yang Qingyun sighed secretly in his heart.
Indeed,
Demonstrating one's own strength and getting guidance and attention from above is undoubtedly a good way for ordinary warriors.
But this is not so attractive to Yang Qingyun, who has lived a new life.
"Even if you want to join a faction, you should wait until you enter Shengji Sect and see if the situation becomes clear."
"Forget it, let everything take its course. In this small competition, I don't have much chance of competing for the top 50, so I don't need to try too hard. I just need to gain a few more battle experiences. For the rest, I can focus on the performance and strength of others."
"Those things are external. The most important thing to do now is to improve my own strength!"
Yang Qingyun said secretly in his heart that he had already made up his mind.
Time flies, and half an hour passed quickly.
Seeing that almost everyone had arrived, the abbot of Changchun Temple stood up on the high platform and said a few words of encouragement to his disciples to practice hard and strive to enter the upper sect for practice. Then, without further ado, he announced the start of the competition.
Changchun Temple has been established for decades, so naturally it has a mature plan.
For example, this little Bi,
Twenty arenas were marked out on the field. Twenty people were picked up first, and then the people below were allowed to challenge them. The winners entered the next round, and the losers were stopped.
After finishing one ring, it’s time for the next group.
The champion is decided by drawing lots.
Those who compete in the competition can decide whether to go in or not based on their own strength.
The next round will proceed in the same way.
In this way, by eliminating half of the disciples in the temple in one round, it can be generally fair.
There will not be an unfair situation where the random draw battle mechanism draws the first and second place to fight, resulting in the second place not even being able to pass the first round of elimination.
Above the arena, the temple master and many deacons and elders were watching.
No one would dare to do anything too big.
The ring match will begin soon.
Battles unfolded one after another, and powerful warriors appeared one after another, displaying a variety of methods. Many of them were so powerful that even Zhang Qingyun believed that he could not defeat them if he took to the battlefield.
This is normal. After all, no matter how powerful the means he possesses are,
After all, he was only in the late stage of the Body Tempering Realm, and his realm was only ranked in the middle to lower levels among all the disciples in Changchun Temple.
But this didn't cause much of a blow to him.
Being at the bottom, he was able to look at the battle from an objective perspective, constantly simulating in his mind what methods he would use and how the fight would proceed if he were to take the field.
During this process, he seemed to have gained some insights, and his strength and experience also increased slightly.
About half an hour later,
The deacon on the ring read out his name.
He was randomly selected and became the champion.
Without much delay, he leaped several feet and landed on the stage in the middle of the field.
Perhaps during this process, the aura that had just broken through to the late stage of the Body Tempering Realm could not be completely restrained, and dissipated, being sensed by everyone around.
As a result, many people below became restless.
For many people, it is naturally more cost-effective to take the initiative to choose someone with a lower strength level than themselves as an opponent! A fellow disciple with a burly figure and a body as straight as an adult rushed out in front of everyone else and rushed out first.
"Haha, what good luck! I'm one step ahead!"
The man laughed loudly, his face full of joy.
He was happy that he had picked an opponent who was at a lower level than him, and felt that he would definitely win this round.
Among the crowd watching below,
Some people looked extremely frustrated, regretting that they were just one step too late.
"I'm sorry, Junior Brother!"
The man smiled and clasped his hands together.
then,
It was followed by the deacon referee's "start" voice.
"Take my powerful Bull Fist!"
The burly figure roared and attacked first. He was like a ferocious bull, punching Yang Qingyun like a torrent! Yang Qingyun's face remained unchanged, and the long sword in his hand was unsheathed, tearing through the air like lightning, and slashing in the air! Bang! The fist and the sword collided,
It produced a clear sound like the collision of steel.
After his punch was blocked, the burly figure's expression changed slightly, and he kicked sideways. His right leg turned into a lightning-like afterimage and swept out like an iron whip.
The blade in Yang Qingyun's hand changed again, and once again blocked the side kick! In fact, if Yang Qingyun used all his strength, one blade would be enough to defeat the man in front of him.
But he didn't. He didn't use his sword power, didn't use his Phantom Steps, and he didn't even use the method of releasing his blood energy, which could greatly enhance the lethality of the blade!
Just relying on his own strength, an ordinary martial arts Liuhedao.
At this moment, the attack was as fast as lightning and the defense was flawless, which had already blocked the enemy's attack!
The two continued to fight for more than ten moves, and the confidence on the face of the burly figure on the opposite side had long disappeared.
As he was attacking with his fists and feet, he was sweating profusely!
"Damn it! All my best tricks were blocked with just a few simple sword moves. What kind of opponent did I choose?"
The burly man wailed in his heart.
It only takes a dozen breaths for your heart to fall from the peak of happiness to the bottom of the valley!
Seeing Yang Qingyun easily suppress him with a knife, how could he not know that the opponent he thought he could easily defeat was not a terrifying existence that he could afford to provoke? The people below who originally felt regretful could not help but show a lucky look when they saw this scene.
Fortunately, he and others were a step slower, unlike the big fool above, who was complacent after choosing a living devil.
Some people couldn't help but speak out.
Of course, some people are also talking about Yang Qingyun's identity. Who is he? When did such a brave guy appear in Changchun Temple?
After another move, Yang Qingyun, who had already figured out all the opponent's methods, did not hold back any more. He slashed with his sword, and the sword light passed through his open door like lightning and was placed on the opponent's neck.
"Yang Qingyun wins!"
Accompanied by the words of the deacon referee on the side.
The burly man left the scene in a daze.
After a small victory, Yang Qingyun calmed down and gained a certain understanding of his own strength level.
"Now, I am invincible in the Body Tempering Realm with just ordinary means."
It’s the first day of being put on the shelves, and I should be able to update 10,000 words today.
(End of this chapter)
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