sweep the heavens

Chapter 213 Precepts
The blue-gray Taoist robe with a high bun and long beard, with a compassionate face and a kind expression, is obviously the Kunlun elder Lingxu who had met once.

"Daoist Lingxu is polite." Chu Ping got up quickly, seeing him with the courtesy of a junior.

Other people in Wuxiang Temple also reacted, but they may not all know each other, but the gift of elder and younger is indelible, and Dou Mie and Lingxu also have a lot of words.

"It's really something to look forward to seeing my little friend flexing his muscles again this time..." Lingxu smiled, his eyes flickering with a strange luster.

Lingxu is one of the few people who knows that he has Xuanwu with him, and Chu Ping can understand the other party's mood at the moment.Rather, I want to see my own performance, or I want to see Xuanwu again.

"Senior's praise." Chu Ping could only be modest.

Lingxu smiled heartily, and continued to exchange pleasantries with Dou Mie before leaving.

The arrival of Lingxu makes Chu Ping give others more surprises, but he doesn't know that the drunkard's intention is not to drink.

When Kunlun's head teacher Qiankun gave speeches continuously, the list of people from all schools and factions participating in the competition had already been gathered, and someone in Kunlun methodically scattered them all and distributed them.

"The mighty China, the magnificent China, the torch is passed on from generation to generation, and the practice is continuous..."

It has to be said that Kunlun's work efficiency is still extremely high, and Chu Ping was a little surprised when he learned about his team.

There are a total of eight field groups, and each field group has more than 400 people, and there are nearly 4000 contestants participating in the competition!

"so many people……"

The eight huge venues are actually a natural gossip stone platform, which is scattered around and just formed.

Chuping is the stone platform in it.

Daoist Qiankun is eloquent, like an emperor who reigns over the world, pointing to the country and stimulating the words, chasing the past and thinking about the present, with climaxes one after another.

Chu Ping didn't care about these things, but there was really nothing else to do. He just listened to the voice of Daoist Qiankun, which was sometimes fierce and high-spirited, sometimes calm and heavy, sometimes wandering, and sometimes majestic and deafening.

"The Dao Discussion Conference is a grand event advocated by the elders and sages. However, sitting down and discussing the Dao is not as good as standing up and doing it. The Dao is like an abyss, and it is not in the tongue. Only when you see it can you know the level. Therefore, the century-old Dao Discussion Conference is where many rising stars witness their own practice. It’s a good time, a hundred schools of thought contend, learn from each other’s strengths, and the stones from other mountains can be used to attack jade…”

The thunderous sound reverberated between the sky and the earth, scattered the floating clouds, and fell into the ears of everyone present with incomparable clarity.

To Chu Ping, these words were like clouds floating in the sky, swaying back and forth, making him seem a little indifferent, but in fact Chu Ping did not listen carefully, the majestic and majestic voice was just a ray of The spring breeze that blows by, leaves no trace behind.His gaze has been observing Li Han and Taoist Deadwood in the crowd.

This does not mean that Chu Ping cares or cares about any conspiracy against the practice world. If there is any conspiracy to destroy the practice world, it cannot be resisted by a monk of his level.This is simply a curiosity, a thirst for knowledge about unknown things.

The two people in the crowd had no flaws at all. No matter whether Taoist Deadwood had counterattacked Lu Bu as Chu Ping guessed, at least it seemed that the other party had done a good job of hiding and had completely integrated into the current world.

Suddenly, Li Han, who was talking and laughing happily with his classmates, turned his head. Chu Ping, who was caught off guard, had no time to withdraw his gaze, and his eyes met.Li Han smiled slightly and gestured away.Chu Ping's heart skipped a beat, but he didn't show any flaws, and he greeted with a smile like an old friend meeting each other.

As soon as the eyes of the two were wrong, they parted. Chu Ping lowered his head, not knowing what to do.

The venues for the Taoism competition have been divided, and the order of each venue will be assigned at random. Before the competition, everyone will not know who they are about to face.

This order and distribution is jointly supervised by the elders of several major sects. It is not impossible to know in advance if you deliberately inquire, but Chu Ping is not interested in knowing who his next opponent will be. On Li Han and Taoist Deadwood.

Qiankun Daoist gave a speech like a speech, and then several elders from other sects took the stage to speak. Time passed, the sun moved to the sky, the sky broke through the clouds, and the entire Kunlun Peak was bright and bright.

"here we go!"

The crowd began to move in an orderly manner, and all the people who were about to participate in the competition began to move towards the venue where they were.

The top of Kunlun Peak is naturally gossip, and the eight trigrams have different phases. During the movement, Chu Ping also clearly felt the completely different flow of the vitality of the heaven and the earth. When he stood under his seat, a mountain-like artistic conception spontaneously emerged.

There is a gossip talisman in the wishful bead, and he is no stranger to the profound meaning of the gossip. Before this natural power, a sense of resonance that is closely related is gradually born.The wishful pearl hidden deep in the center of the eyebrows slowly rotates, the eight trigrams oscillate slightly, and the thunder force flows like slurry like water.

On each stone platform, there are two monks who don't look too old as referees, not far apart, and Chu Ping can already feel the unfathomable and vast aura of those two people, as deep as the sea, almost reaching the sky. The state where disciples see their nature and clear their minds.

"In the first match, Shen Xiao Dao Wu Ming faced Tian Jue Zong Mu Yun."

The whole place was silent.

Chu Ping's eyes moved, looking at the eight phases, neither Li Han nor the dead wood Taoist played in the first round, but Wuxiang Temple had precepts and was ranked first.

Chu Ping immediately focused on that side.

The precepts are on the stone platform at the Qian position, which is far away from the position at Gen. Chu Ping still needs to move his footsteps and stagger a stone position to see clearly.

Facing Jiefa was a young man in a Taoist robe in green, with a very good aura. After all, there is no weak person who can represent the sect in battle.

There is a circle of circular passages outside the Bagua stone platform, and there are many people like Chu Ping who want to watch the competition in different venues. When a stone position is staggered, Chu Ping sees Dou Mie under the dry position.

Jiefa is the disciple of Elder Dou Mie, so Chu Ping quickly ran over there.

"Uncle, who is the opponent against Brother Jiefa?"

Dou Mie also saw Chu Ping, and immediately smiled, "You didn't come in first either, oh, this person is from Mount Shu, I don't remember his name."

Chu Ping chuckled, and suddenly felt that the always serious Master Dou Mie became much more amiable.

While the two were talking, the two had already started fighting on the field.

"Uncle is very confident in brother?"

Seeing Dou Mie's indifferent expression, Chu Ping couldn't help asking.

Dou Mie said, "You can tell by looking at it. In Wuxiang Temple, my method is still somewhat different from that of your master and uncle."

"Oh?"

Hearing this, Chu Ping looked up carefully.

The young man in Taoist robes in Tsing Yi wields Shushan's signature flying sword. His moves are fast and sharp, and the sword's light is tricky. Looking at his swordsmanship, it is still Shushan's sword qi volley.

The two fought in a flash, and what surprised Chu Ping was that although the fierce and tricky sword aura was dazzling and flowed, almost covering the entire stone platform, but every time the destructive sword aura entered three feet away from Jiefa's body, it would be like a mud cow into the sea ,Disappear!

The method is so wonderful that it seems to directly transfer the sword energy close to him to another space.

"No!" Chu Ping looked carefully for a long time before he saw some clues. After all, Yuta had followed him for a long time, and he also knew about space fluctuations and spells.The almost indestructible defense of precepts does not come from the technique of space!
Those sword qi that collapsed mountains and cracked rocks did not disappear after entering the three-foot range of the precepts, but were decomposed!
(End of this chapter)