Following Jun Yanzhi's instruction, Wen Jing sat in meditation for a whole night, neither arrogant nor impatient. In the morning, a ball of spiritual energy suddenly appeared in his sea of ​​qi, vast as waves, spreading out layer by layer, filling his body, and suddenly stopped. When he opened his eyes, he felt his ears and eyes were clear, his body was light, and he had reached a new realm.

Wen Jing walked down from the bed, his face flushed: "Thank you, senior brother, I have entered the eleventh level."

"Very good." Jun Yanzhi looked at him indifferently.

He had already changed his clothes, wearing a plain blue shirt, standing slender, with black hair like ink, and a blue belt holding his long hair behind his head. It was clearly a simple and elegant dress, but it was cold and dusty, which made people sigh at the sight.

Wen Jing blurted out: "Senior Brother is really a natural temperament..."

"...As long as you like it." Jun Yanzhi said gently, and then bowed his head gently, "It's getting late, we should go."

Wen Jing hurriedly changed his clothes and cleared the way for him.

It was a good day with clear sky and no rain.

The venue for the peak test was the square in front of the Qingxu Hall. Eight arenas were built a few months ago, and a barrier was set up around them with spiritual stones.

Among the 160 disciples participating in the competition, there were 80 Qi training disciples and 80 foundation building disciples. They each had a separate arena and were not allowed to mix.

Liu Qianmo had already been waiting there and distributed the signs in his hand.

Gu Jinping looked at the "seventy-three" on the sign and asked, "How do I use this sign?"

Peng Shao said, "Each sign has a different number on it. Once you input your spiritual energy, it will be yours. Hand in the sign later, and Zhu Jin will draw lots to arrange an opponent for you."

Gu Jinping nodded.

Wen Jing flipped the sign and sent his spiritual energy in, only to see a faint halo of light coming out of the sign.

He was naturally familiar with the rules of the examination.

Liu Qianmo had mentioned it many times.

Each competition is limited to the time of five incense sticks. The winner within one incense stick can get five small stones, the winner within two incense sticks can get four small stones, and so on. The winner within five incense sticks can only get one small stone.

If there is no winner within five incense sticks, then both of them will get nothing.

After ten matches, the first round of competition ended. The number of stones obtained was recorded and the disciples ranked after the 80th place were eliminated, leaving only 80 people to continue the second round of competition.

Wen Jing looked at He Ling, who looked solemn.

The peak competition was held every five years. During the last competition, He Ling had just established his foundation. Compared with other cultivators who had established their foundation for a long time, he was naturally inferior and failed to pass the first round.

Therefore, this year's competition was crucial.

Li Shu added, "It is said that the top 40 cultivators can get many magic weapons and spirit stones."

Mo Shaoyan said slowly, "We naturally don't have to think about it, just don't get hurt too badly."

A long dragon roar was heard in the hall, and Zhu Jin said on the stage, "The first round of competition has officially begun. Those who are injured and unable to attack, or fall off the stage, lose."

Liu Qianmo gave everyone a few instructions and dispersed.

Wen Jing handed in the sign and sat aside waiting for the result of the draw. When he was bored, he reopened the character value system. Dozens of small boxes opened in his mind, and as expected, it was still green.

Then, he looked at Wen Renmu, who was wearing white clothes not far away, and was slightly surprised.

I haven't seen it for a few years. Why has the character value dropped from 800 to around 600? What has he done in the past two years?

Although the character value system is confusing, the sudden change is also strange.

"Hui Shifeng 'Ninety-two' step forward!" The disciple in charge of the "Gen" arena shouted.

Wen Jing hurriedly climbed onto the stage to wait.

Just as he was about to turn off the character value system, a red frame appeared in his sight. Wen Jing looked and felt that the boy who climbed onto the arena was dressed simply, had a handsome face, and looked familiar.

In a flash, the red frame disappeared and turned green.

After a while, it turned red again.

The constant switching between character values ​​reminded him of a person, who was both good and evil, but he couldn't remember the name clearly.

"Do you still remember me?" The boy smiled.

Wen Jing frowned: "You are from Beiyan Peak..." The boy was one of the newcomers who joined the sect with him that year, but he couldn't remember his name for a moment.

The boy smiled and said, "Don't you remember? If I beat you, you will remember."

"Begin!" the disciple in charge shouted.

The boy suddenly frowned, and a strong spiritual light flew towards Wen Jing, like a blade, avoiding the vital parts of the body and hitting his shoulder.

Wen Jing flipped his right hand, and a blue spiritual shield appeared in his palm. The two spiritual lights met, emitting bright light, but Wen Jing was also forced to retreat a few steps by the opponent's spiritual energy, and a cold light appeared on his face.

There were not many disciples watching their competition, but they were attracted by this attack and block, and they talked a lot.

The two were only sixteen or seventeen years old, but their cultivation was around the tenth level of Qi training. They were unheard of and silent, so they were probably not high-quality disciples.

Especially the disciple who made the move, he was very proficient in the control of the spiritual light. Most people would need to practice for at least eight to ten years to form such a light blade. His talent and understanding were astonishing.

Wen Jing's right hand was shaking, and he could not stand it anymore. He looked through the strong light and saw that the other party was still smiling.

He gritted his teeth and was also surprised in his heart.

He was a three-yang body, so he rose from the fifth level of Qi training to the eleventh level in three years. This boy had either four or five spiritual roots, and his talent was very poor. What was his origin?

The boy muttered in his mouth, and the spiritual light on the spiritual shield became stronger. Wen Jing took a few steps back and was forced to the edge of the ring, holding on tightly.

Whoever falls off the stage loses!

With a cracking sound, the blue spiritual shield was shattered, and Wen Jing flew into the air, with his hands emitting four spiritual lights at high speed.

Two muffled groans were heard in the air at the same time.

Wen Jing was hit on the right shoulder, bleeding profusely, and could not lift his arm.

The boy's eyes and nose were also hit, and they were red and swollen.

It turned out that Wen Jing saw that he only focused on attacking and not defending, and he could not form a blade with strong killing power, so he sent all four spiritual lights to his face. The boy had no time to dodge and was hit by two of them, and even his eyes could not be opened for a while.

Before he could come to his senses, Wen Jing quickly sent out two more spiritual energy with his left hand, hitting the boy's shoulder directly.

Although the boy could not open his eyes, his ears moved slightly, and he turned back to avoid the two spiritual energies. Before he could stand still, a strong wind suddenly came in front of him. He could not stand and took a few steps back.

He did not know that he had retreated to the edge of the ring. Suddenly, the boy's back foot was suspended in the air, and he cried softly and fell off the ring.

"Huishi Peak '92' wins! Two incense sticks!" The officiating disciple looked at the two and shouted.

Many people had already gathered under the ring, discussing who the winner was.

Wen Jing looked down at the disciple with a smile on his face. This was the first time he had won in his life, and he was inevitably a little arrogant and proud. He turned his head inadvertently, but suddenly saw a slender figure not far away, looking at him indifferently. Wen Jing was startled, wondering why Senior Brother Jun was standing aside and watching.

He changed his mind and thought that Senior Brother Jun was a humble gentleman, and he would definitely be displeased by his appearance, so he quickly jumped to the stage, helped the young man up in front of everyone, and asked with concern: "Are you injured?"

Although he said so, his eyes only looked at Jun Yanzhi in the distance nervously.

Jun Yanzhi smiled faintly and left.

The young man was helped to stand up by him, but he also smiled faintly: "Don't be hypocritical."

Wen Jing pursed his lips and said nothing, letting go of his arm.

His attack power is low, he can't fight head-on, and he has to be clever in fighting. In a hurry, he couldn't think of anything, but used the moves that Duan Xuan used to beat him up every year. Sure enough, the pain was deep and impressive, and these were the only things in his mind at the critical moment.

Wen Jing said modestly, "I am lucky to win."

The young man slightly opened his eyes and smiled, "I think so too."

Wen Jing had nothing to say, nodded, turned around and left.

On this day, Wen Jing remembered the young man's name after asking around.

His name is You Si, and he is usually unknown in Beiyan Peak. According to the disciples of Beiyan Peak, before the peak test, the peak selected ten disciples and found that he had secretly reached the eleventh level of Qi training. Even several senior brothers and friends did not know about it, and they were extremely surprised. Many people were also angry.

... He is very hidden, and it turns out that he is also a pig to eat the tiger.

After the match with You Si, people gradually watched Wen Jing's competition, and he won two games in a row, and became a little famous. Unfortunately, he met several senior brothers who were at the twelfth and thirteenth level of Qi training, and was beaten black and blue. Especially the disciples from Tianheng Peak, he was unlucky enough to meet two of them, and was crushed by their force and could not stand up.

A few days later, the first round of results were announced, and Wen Jing barely made it into the top 80. Although he was just at the bottom of the list, everyone in Huishi Peak was overjoyed.

It turned out that Jun Yanzhi and He Ling also squeezed into the top 80 and entered the second round of competition together.

Everyone was happy, but also a little worried. That day, everyone in Huishi Peak gathered together to discuss strategies.

Peng Shao said slowly: "This second round of competition is a bit strict and much more difficult than the first round."

Li Shu said: "What do you mean, Third Brother?"

Liu Qianmo said: "Among the remaining eighty people, there are about half Qi-training disciples and foundation-building disciples, and they cannot be mixed. My sect has a rule passed down from the time of Taoist Kurumu, which has continued to this day. The Qi-training disciples adopt a mixed elimination method, and the ranking of the foundation-building disciples is determined by several peak masters fighting with them."

Gu Jinping looked strange and said: "Isn't this unfair?"

Li Shu said: "Why?"

Wen Jing said: "I heard that the mixed elimination method means that ten Qi-training disciples fight on the same stage. The four who are kicked off first are eliminated, and the remaining six win, and each gets ten pebbles."

Winning in this type of trial depends on the ability to quickly find a fighting partner. This ability is crucial in the world of cultivation, but it is difficult for Huishi Peak, which has no connections and relationships, and is easily excluded.

He Ling said, "This way of competition is unfair to us."

Liu Qianmo was a little embarrassed and said, "The five Qi training disciples of Tianheng Peak have entered the second round of the test, so they can discuss strategies before the competition. Compared with other peaks that form teams temporarily, they can be considered to have an advantage."

Jun Yanzhi glanced at Wen Jing and said, "After the draw, you must form a team with disciples from other peaks as soon as possible."

Wen Jing nodded and agreed, "Yes."

Liu Qianmo was slightly suspicious.

He Ling's cultivation was high, and he also had the Four Dark Winds taught by his master, so it was not surprising that he entered the second round. Although Wen Jing is young, his master is very strict with him. He has made great progress in the past few years, and it can be seen that his qualifications should be extraordinary.

But Jun Yanzhi has always been pursuing the doctrine of the mean, and there is nothing special about him. Why is he so powerful this time?

You should know that the competition among foundation-building monks is more brutal than that among Qi-training disciples. Those who can enter the top 80 are all talented or have a deep family background.

However, this doubt only lasted for a while before it was replaced by joy.

As the saying goes, if one suffers, all suffer, and if one prospers, all prosper. If the junior brothers in the peak are capable, the life of Huishi Peak will naturally be much better. Liu Qianmo will never be petty or jealous in secret.

It goes without saying how surprised the other disciples were when the three disciples of Huishi Peak entered the second round.

Whenever there is a young force that is about to grow, the other established forces usually react in this way. The first step is to doubt and suppress the emerging forces, and strangle them in the cradle. If they fail, the emerging forces will insist on surviving, rising, and growing. The established forces will know that they cannot suppress them, so they will start to make friends with them, build relationships with them, and use each other.

Therefore, the rise of Huishi Peak will inevitably have a certain impact on the Qingxu Sword Sect.

After the first round of competition, Wen Jing could rest for a few days, but Jun Yanzhi and He Ling had to immediately rejoin the battle and fight against several peak masters of Qingxu Sword Sect.

Gu Jinping asked in confusion: "If the peak masters are partial to each other and cheat, wouldn't it be unfair? Why did our sect have such a rule in the early years?"

Peng Shao said slowly: "You don't know this. At the beginning, this was a good intention. The top 80 of the peak examinations held every five years are all talents of Qingxu Sword Sect. Especially the foundation-building disciples, they are the backbone of Qingxu Sword Sect. They can take this opportunity to fight with the peak masters and get to know each other, in order to build relationships."

"...I see."

Peng Shao continued, "Unfortunately, the judging results were somewhat subjective and unfair in the end, which caused disputes and even fights on several occasions. This was very embarrassing."

Mo Shaoyan said slowly, "...That scene must have been very interesting."

Liu Qianmo said, "After Sect Master Xi took over, he changed the rules a long time ago. In order to be fair, Xi Fang invited eight peak masters to sit in for this competition. At that time, forty foundation-building monks will come on stage in order. Except for the master of this peak, any peak master can fight with them. Those who can withstand one blow will get five small stones. Those who can withstand two blows will get ten small stones, and so on."

Gu Jinping thought: "Since there are eight peak masters supervising each other, the process is much more standardized than before, so it can be considered fair."

"Not bad, this time, there may be some hope."

Everyone's eyes fell on He Ling.

He Ling said coldly: "Why are you looking at me?"

Everyone turned their heads away and stopped talking.

He Ling's cultivation is already high, and he has received the true teachings of the Four Dark Winds. He is the greatest hope of Huishi Peak. In other words, if only one person from Huishi Peak can enter the top 40, it must be He Ling.

On this day, the crowd under the stage moved, and the disciples of Huishi Peak waited anxiously. Finally, it was the day for He Ling and Jun Yan to perform.

Mo Shaoyan, Li Shu, Gu Jinping and others were already shouting happily, their faces flushed with excitement, but unfortunately they were outnumbered and even if they shouted until their voices were hoarse, their voices were drowned out by the crowd.

He Ling, dressed in white and with a cold expression, flew onto the stage and stood silently in front of the peak masters.