Emperor Leiwu

Chapter 5 Hunting Contest
"Senior Lei, you helped me become a warrior and taught me your most powerful exercises. I am extremely grateful."

"If I'm asking you for martial skills, then what's the difference with those greedy villains."

After a pause in his footsteps, Chu Shaoyang pondered for a while, then shook his head and said.

Chu Shaoyang doesn't doubt that the other party has good martial arts skills, but he really doesn't want to owe too much favor to him because he is not related to him.

"Good boy, you are a very principled person. I like it. If I hadn't just been rebelled by a traitor, I might still have the heart to accept you as a disciple."

"Senior Lei, you also have apprentices?"

Hearing this, Chu Shaoyang asked curiously.

"Hey, don't mention it!"

"Uh."

Seeing that the other party didn't want to talk about it, Chu Shaoyang didn't ask any more questions, and continued to walk towards the Martial Arts Hall.

In the Shenwu Continent, martial arts and kung fu are divided into four levels: Huang, Xuan, Earth, and Heaven, and each level is divided into lower, middle, upper, and best.

In addition, each level is divided into entry, small success, great success and completeness.

In this world of martial arts, not only martial arts and martial arts have grades, but even countries and sects have clear grades.

Among the countries, the strongest is the empire, and the lower ones are the upper-class countries, the middle-class countries, and the lower-class countries.

As for Zongmen, the strongest is the superpower, and the descendants are first rank, second rank, third rank...arranged in order from high to low.

Yuntianzong, in this vast world of martial arts, is the lowest existence, belonging to the ninth rank sect.

But there is a good saying, although the sparrow is small and has all five internal organs, although Yuntianzong is the bottom of the nine-rank sect, it also has what other sects such as the Hall of Pills and the Hall of Martial Arts have.

Along the way, after passing through many palaces, Chu Shaoyang came to Yuntianzong Square.

Yuntianzong Square has always been the largest place for Zongmen to spread news.

When Chu Shaoyang came to the square, he saw hundreds of outer disciples gathered in the square.

Some of these outer disciples were carrying big knives, some were wearing long swords, and some were holding long spears. All of them seemed to be full of energy and extraordinary bearing.

"Brothers, the annual hunting competition is about to begin. I am at the fifth level of the Spiritual Martial Realm, Lu Feng. I wonder which brother is willing to team up with me to enter the mountain?"

"Brothers, I, Wang Tiehu, have a fourth-level cultivation of the Spiritual Martial Realm. I once killed a fifth-order spirit beast with a winged tiger with my bare hands. I wonder which brother would like to team up with me to enter the mountain?"

When passing by the square, one after another loud voices suddenly sounded in the field.

"Is it a hunting contest?"

Hearing about the hunting competition, Chu Shaoyang cast his eyes on the field, showing envy.

Chu Shaoyang is no stranger to hunting competitions, this is exclusive treatment for outer disciples.

It is said that all the disciples who have participated in the hunting competition, after coming out, either their cultivation base has greatly increased, or they have a lot of natural talents and earth treasures.

Moreover, the sect will give additional rewards to the disciples who hunt the most.

"Chu Shaoyang, find a way to participate in the hunting competition."

At this moment, Lei Potian's voice suddenly rang in Chu Shaoyang's ear.

"What's the matter, Senior Lei?"

The footsteps stopped, Chu Shaoyang asked.

"Tiancaidibao, with your current cultivation, it must be difficult to get, but you should be able to kill ordinary spirit monsters."

"As long as you have enough spirit blood, this old man can refine spirit blood pills for you."

"What, can you refine the Spirit Blood Pill?"

Hearing this, Chu Shaoyang was very surprised.

The Spirit Blood Pill is specially used by martial artists in the Spirit Martial Realm to improve their cultivation, but this kind of pill is extremely difficult to refine.

He had heard that the first-grade alchemist of Yuntianzong could only refine ten alchemists in a month.

And for these ten pills, only inner disciples are eligible to take them.

"Is it necessary to make such a fuss about a mere first-grade pill? As long as you get the old man the blood of spirit monsters, I will refine as many as you want."

Seeing that Chu Shaoyang was so surprised, Lei Potian said in disdain.

"But only outer disciples are eligible to participate in the hunting contest!"

Chu Shaoyang said depressedly.

"Well, that's up to you."

Lei Potian looked like he had nothing to do with himself.

"Damn it, everyone, hurry up and take a look, the number one "genius" of registered disciples is here!"

At this moment, a passing outer disciple spotted Chu Shaoyang, turned around and shouted to everyone.

"Brother Wang, didn't you find a teammate? This Junior Brother Chu Shaoyang is very famous, and he is No.1 among the registered disciples. I think it is better to let him be with you."

"That won't work either, this Junior Brother Chu Shaoyang is a registered disciple, even if Brother Wang agrees, he won't be able to get in!"

"Isn't this simple? Doesn't it mean that as long as one of the conditions for managing elders can be fulfilled, one can get a quota. Why not let Junior Brother Chu Shaoyang try it? Haha..."

When the people around discovered Chu Shaoyang, they all sarcastically said.

Chu Shaoyang's reputation as a freak who can't cultivate and can only cause thunder is not only known to the registered disciples, but even many outside disciples have witnessed it with their own eyes.

"You...you are that Chu Shaoyang who can't cultivate and can only attract thunder?"

At this moment, an obese boy with a big belly and a simple head suddenly pushed away from the crowd and walked towards Chu Shaoyang.

"That's right, I'm that Chu Shaoyang who can't practice but can only attract thunder."

Looking at the fat boy, Chu Shaoyang felt a little fond of him for not calling himself a freak, and replied immediately.

"Brother, don't care about what these people say, in life, no one is happy at times."

Patting Chu Shaoyang's shoulder lightly, Wang Tiehu smiled honestly.

"Don't worry, I always treat what they say as fart!"

Turning around, Chu Shaoyang left with a blank expression.

In the past three years, all kinds of sarcasm and ridicule have already made him numb.

……

Yuntianzong Martial Arts Hall, close to the northern mountain range, is guarded by the management elders.

After passing through all the corridors, Chu Shaoyang soon arrived outside the Martial Arts Hall.

But before he got close, one after another excited voices reached his ears.

"Look, that's the new management elder, so pretty!"

"Seeing that she is only sixteen or seventeen years old, she can actually defeat the elder in charge, her cultivation must not be weak."

"Of course, the elder in charge here is a strong Yuanwu realm. If she can be defeated, her cultivation will be weak?"

As the sound sounded, I saw hundreds of people gathered outside the Martial Arts Hall.

They kept looking into the hall one by one, and then looked at the companions around them, showing excitement.

"Sixteen or seventeen? A beautiful elder?"

Hearing this, Chu Shaoyang squeezed into the crowd with a face full of curiosity.

(End of this chapter)