This peak test is very important. I will take this opportunity to introduce a few key figures. Don't bother me.

A man in black flew onto the stage. He looked to be about 27 or 28 years old. He was tall and slender, with long eyebrows and cold eyes. There was a hint of arrogance in his expression. He lowered his beautiful eyes, looked down at He Ling, and said, "Let me learn from the Four Dark Winds."

Li Shu whispered, "The first one is the leader of Bazhan Peak, Shao Jun!"

Gu Jinping secretly said, "The one who built his foundation at the age of 19?"

"Yes, that's him!"

Shao Jun, who built his foundation at the age of 19, is currently unknown. It is only known that his cultivation is in the late stage of building his foundation.

Most of the disciples in Bazhan Peak come from immortal cultivation families, and Shao Jun is no exception. But for some reason, his usual personality is a bit unpredictable, and most of his disciples are afraid of him.

Wen Jing quietly opened Shao Jun's character value.

A green box popped up.

[Character value: 8. Marginal youth, unlimited potential for evil.]

Wen Jing was slightly stunned.

Gu Jinping asked, "What does he mean?"

Liu Qianmo said, "Master has penetrated the ninth level of the Four Nether Winds and formed a pill. It is said that at that time, there was a strong wind for a thousand miles, and the sky and the earth changed color. How many people were jealous and curious. It's a pity that Master rarely comes out now, and he doesn't teach others, so others can't learn from him. He Ling is Master's only true disciple. If not now, when?"

Mo Shaoyan said slowly, "Master originally has a wind-type mutant spiritual root, the same as He Ling. If there is anyone among us who can comprehend Master's unique knowledge, he is the only one."

He Ling nodded and said, "Please teach Master Shao Feng," and then he remained silent, just watching Shao Jun's every move.

Suddenly, his body sank, and a powerful pressure came like a tidal wave, as if to crush his body.

Around the ring, the disciples who were in the early stage of Qi training were all caught in the crossfire. They felt as if their bodies were about to collapse and they couldn't raise their heads. They all cried out in pain and were pulled away by their senior brothers with higher cultivation. He Ling's body was motionless, but beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

Shao Jun smiled and said, "You are very patient."

As soon as he finished speaking, a long sword flew into the air, and gorgeous flames ignited all over its body, forming a red firebird. Its scorching wings spread out, and the flames were two meters long, making a slight crackling sound.

The firelight illuminated Shao Jun's face, dyeing his pupils into a transparent orange.

"Shaoyang Sword!" Someone around immediately shouted, envious.

"This is the Shaoyang Sword that can burn a hundred miles without any grass growing!"

"It should be worth at least 8,000 high-grade spirit stones..."

Wen Jing said softly, "You don't need to use the Shaoyang Sword to deal with a cultivator who is not even in the middle stage of foundation building..."

The late stage of foundation building and the early stage of foundation building are separated by several decades or even hundreds of years of cultivation. A cultivator in the late stage of foundation building can deal with a cultivator in the early stage of foundation building with just one move. This competition is for testing, and the peak masters usually don't use their ultimate moves, let alone magic weapons.

Jun Yanzhi stood beside him, but he didn't say anything when he heard this, and just looked at Shao Jun indifferently.

Shao Jun narrowed his eyes slightly, and the red firebird rushed towards He Ling.

This move was really sinister.

First, he used intimidation to force He Ling to move, and then he killed him with the fire sword. Even if the fire sword was retracted in time and did not hurt He Ling's life, He Ling's whole body would be on fire.

This move was a waste of talent against He Ling. It was clearly not to let him escape, nor to hurt him, but to force him to use his special skills.

Suddenly, a strong whirlwind appeared ten feet away from He Ling's body, surrounding him.

The wind was like a blade, and in an instant it swept the giant bird's fire into it. The Shaoyang Sword was indestructible, and it seemed to slow down when it sank into the whirlwind. The fireball entangled with the wind, swirling around He Ling, but it could not get close to him, and instead blocked He Ling's figure, making it impossible to see what happened in the whirlwind.

Shao Jun looked coldly and shouted, "Stop!"

The flames suddenly disappeared, and the Shaoyang Sword flew out of the whirlwind and landed back in Shao Jun's hand, motionless.

The wind around He Ling became smaller, and her original body was revealed. Her white clothes were burned in several places, with several holes with black edges. Her left arm was stabbed by a sword, staining the clothes on her arm red.

The disciple in charge shouted, "He Ling blocked one move, and got five small stones!"

Several people from Huishi Peak shouted at the same time, extremely excited: "Second Senior Brother!"

Peng Shao sighed, "Using the wind and fire to cover his body, Shao Jun couldn't see where he was, and waited for an opportunity to dodge... The moves are fixed, and it really depends on one's understanding."

Liu Qianmo also said, "Being able to draw inferences from one thing and remain calm in times of danger depends not only on understanding, but also on experience."

Shao Jun slowly put away the Shaoyang Sword, looked at He Ling with a gloomy look, and flew back to the stage without saying a word.

A middle-aged woman in a khaki Taoist robe floated down from the stage. She was short, plump and smiling, slightly fat, and looked very kind. She said gently, "Let me try."

Liu Qianmo smiled and said, "The master of Huanghua Peak, Qin Xiao."

Peng Shao also smiled and said, "It must be that Master Shao was too cruel just now, and she couldn't stand it, so she came to comfort the young disciple."

Wen Jing smiled and said, "She is the best-tempered peak master."

The Taoist nun had a kind face, and her move was indeed very light, using only a simple light piercing technique. The spiritual blade was as thin as a needle, and everyone saw only a steel needle-like spiritual energy passing through the air. The young disciples looked admiring and sighed at the pure blue furnace fire of this person's light piercing technique.

He Ling flew to avoid it, landed on the ground, clasped his fists and said, "Thank you for the teaching, Master Qin."

Only to hear the officiating disciple shouting, "He Ling can block one more move, and get five small stones!"

Several young disciples of Huishi Peak cheered again.

The Taoist nun smiled and nodded, then flew back to the stage in a friendly manner.

Immediately afterwards, Master Hu of Xizhu Peak came forward to try his moves, but was also avoided by He Ling, suffering minor injuries, and received a total of fifteen pebbles.

Liu Qianmo was so excited that he couldn't close his mouth: "Fifteen, I should be able to enter the top 40..."

Gui Xinbi said: "Don't be too happy too soon, Second Senior Brother can block three moves, and the Jindan cultivator will come on stage."

At this time, a strong spiritual energy surged in the air, and a middle-aged man slowly fell from the air, the belt of his Taoist robe fluttered lightly, with an immortal look and a sharp gaze.

Gu Jinping whispered: "Master Lu of Tianheng Peak!"

Lu Changqing, whose age is unknown, is one of the five Jindan cultivators of Qingxu Sword Sect.

Thousands of years ago, Taoist Ku Mu of the Tongyi Qingxu Sword Sect was the peak master of Tianheng Peak. With one's prosperity, all others prospered. Tianheng Peak has been prosperous for thousands of years. Among the Jindan cultivators, Xi Fang ranked first, and Lu Changqing ranked second.

He Ling nodded slightly: "Please teach me, Peak Master Lu." He

was respectful, but he stared closely at Lu Changqing's every move, not daring to be careless.

Lu Changqing looked at him indifferently and waved his long sleeves.

He Ling was startled and suddenly flew up, with a whirlwind around him, but it was too late.

A flash of lightning fell, accompanied by a thunderous sound, the sky suddenly changed, and the strong light made people unable to open their eyes. Lightning pierced into the whirlwind. He Ling held up a white spiritual shield with his hands, blocking the lightning above his head.

The audience was silent.

The ring was shrouded in strong light and spiritual energy. People could not see anything clearly. They could only hear the sound of spiritual energy bursting and vaguely see He Ling's figure being pressed down more and more. Jun

Yanzhi whispered, "He can't hold on any longer."

Liu Qianmo said anxiously, "Master Lu is a Jindan cultivator. How many people can hold on?"

Peng Shao sighed, "He just used the simplest top thunder."

Liu Qianmo said, "He is a Jindan cultivator. If he uses a higher level of magic, wouldn't He Ling be forced to death?"

The disciple in charge was also afraid of causing a loss of life, so he hurriedly shouted, "If the disciple can't hold on any longer, he should admit defeat immediately!"

Gu Jinping shouted, "Second Senior Brother, admit defeat!"

He Ling didn't answer, and didn't move at all. The lightning became lower and lower.

Liu Qianmo was stunned for a while: "This bastard! He doesn't even want to admit defeat!"

Jun Yanzhi pursed his lips and remained silent.

Even though Wen Jing knew the result of this game, he couldn't help but sweat for He Ling at this moment.

Liu Qianmo shouted to the stage: "He Ling! Admit defeat immediately! Fifteen pebbles are enough!"

He was so anxious that he didn't know what to do, but he heard a loud shattering sound, and the spirit shield was pierced by lightning, and the fragments scattered all around. Then, the person on the stage flew up quickly, uttering a painful groan.

The lightning finally struck the stage, and wood chips flew everywhere, punching a hole the size of a washbasin, and emitting green smoke from burning.

"Second Brother!" The people of Huishi Peak shouted.

The man in white fell from the air, his shoulders were bright red, but his face did not change at all, and he breathed softly.

Lu Zhangqing showed appreciation in his eyes, nodded slightly, turned around and flew back to the stage.

The officiating disciple heaved a sigh of relief: "If He Ling can block one more move, he will get five small stones! Do you want to take more moves?"

He Ling wanted to say "yes" with a cold face, then turned around to look at the angry people from Huishi Peak below the stage. After a while of annoyance, he finally gritted his teeth and said, "No."

The officiating disciple said loudly: "He Ling got a total of 20 small stones!"

The people from Huishi Peak cheered, and the disciples from other peaks looked at each other coldly. The number of people from Huishi Peak was originally small, and the noise at this moment was particularly harsh and abrupt, which made people look sideways. But they didn't care, and happily followed He Ling down: "Second Senior Brother!"

Several disciples from Tianheng Peak didn't think so.

"Didn't it just one person who got in? You haven't seen the world."

"We've been suppressed and beaten for so many years, and finally there is someone who is more capable. How can we not celebrate?"

"You are useless."

Mo Shaoyan stood beside them and said slowly: "There are only a few capable people among the two hundred of you, and only one capable one among ten of us. I think you are useless."

Those disciples frowned: "What did you say? If each peak can only send out ten people, we will suppress you all to death!" "

Hahahaha...you're reminding me, if you have the ability, you can get into the top ten first. At least I participated in the first round of the competition...hahaha..."

"Assholes!"

Several people were about to fight, and Peng Shao quickly pulled Mo Shaoyan away: "Several peak masters fought before, do you want to be punished?"

There were also older disciples from Tianheng Peak who admonished: "No noise!"

Several people calmed down, but still refused to obey.

Liu Qianmo was still angry, and said to He Ling with a sullen face: "Why did you act like a hero just now?"

He Ling glanced at him coldly: "I have planned a way to escape."

Gui Xinbi said: "...If you are beaten to death on the stage, you will be the first one."

Xi Fang looked at the group of people from Huishi Peak and said nothing.

The officiating disciple shouted loudly: "Huishi Peak Jun Yanzhi, come on stage!"

Wen Jing was a little excited: "Senior Brother Jun, it's your turn."

Jun Yanzhi glanced at him calmly, took off the bag of small fruits from his waist, put it in Wen Jing's hand, and flew up.

The whole audience was silent, and only saw a man in a green shirt slowly flying from the air, his movements were not ostentatious, as light as the breeze, his face was pure and beautiful, and he landed gently on the stage.