A washed-up martial arts master reborn thirty years ago

"Hey, junior brother, do you know the meaning of the existence of Changchun Temple?"

Qian Qianjin did not answer directly, but asked in a low voice with a proud smile.

"It's to select talents for the Shang Sect to join the Holy Ji Sect."

Yang Qingyun sounded a little confused.

"That's right!"

Qian Qianjin clapped his hands.

"Since we are selecting talents for the Shangzong, if we see a disciple who has shown sufficient potential, we will naturally not ignore it and will give some pointers."

"After all, if you join the Holy Ji Sect in the future, the elders and deacons in the temple will become fellow sects. Jie Shi will undoubtedly be able to greatly expand his network. If there are any peerless geniuses among them who will become famous in the future, that would be even better. But it’s too late!”

"For these elders and deacons who came down from the sect, it is just some small pointers and Yuanshi favors from Weibo, but it may greatly expand their network of contacts in the future and make friends with geniuses. Why not do this kind of thing Why?"

"It's no different from investing. Of course you have to show enough value for people to invest."

"As far as I know, Ouyang Qing, who has the highest level of cultivation and the strongest strength in the temple, is supported by the temple master. The other dozen or so fellow disciples who practice the visceral realm also have more or less deacons behind them. The elders and the like are sponsoring the wooing.”

"I heard that junior brother defeated Du Wei with two moves. As long as such talent and strength are shown on the court, it will definitely attract the attention of the deacons and elders. If those big shots miss a little bit of their nails, we don't have to worry. Got it!"

Qian Qianjin was very interested and whispered in Yang Qingyun's ear.

"I see!"

Yang Qingyun nodded thoughtfully, but the expression on his face did not change much.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Qian, for your answer."

He did not comment on what Qian Qianjin said.

With the experience of reincarnation, he did not need other people's guidance before practicing Zang. All he lacked was resources.

The advice of those elders and deacons is not very attractive to me.

The most important point is,

It is easy to accept support, but it is difficult to repay the debt of gratitude in the future!

and,

Yang Qingyun still has some concerns about this.

"With such a development, wouldn't it be easy for factions to form within the Shengji Sect? If you make a wrong choice, you may end up joining the Fruit Party in 1949."

Yang Qingyun sighed secretly in his heart.

Admittedly,

Showing one's own strength and getting guidance and attention from above is undoubtedly a good path for ordinary warriors.

But this is not so attractive to Yang Qingyun who has been reborn.

"Even if you want to join any faction, you should wait until you enter the Holy Ji Sect and wait until the situation becomes clear."

"Forget it, let everything take its course. In this small competition, I have no chance to compete for the top 50, so I don't need to work too hard. I just need to gain a few battle experience. For the rest, I can focus on watching other people. performance and strength."

"Those things are all foreign objects. The first thing to do now is to improve your own strength!"

Yang Qingyun said secretly in his heart, having already made up his mind.

time flies,

Half an hour passed quickly.

Seeing that everyone had almost arrived, the leader of the Changchun Temple on the high platform stood up and briefly said a few words of encouragement for the disciples to practice hard and strive to enter the Shangzong practice. Then without any further nonsense, he directly announced the start of the competition. .

Changchun Temple has been established for decades, so it naturally has a mature plan.

For example, this little Bi,

Twenty arenas were divided on the entire field. Twenty people were drawn to go up first, and then the people below were allowed to challenge. The winners would advance to the next round, and the losers would stop.

After finishing one stage, go to the next group.

The champion draws lots to decide,

Those who compete in the ring can choose to go up or down based on their own strength.

The next round continues like this.

In this way,

Eliminating half of the disciples in the temple in one round can still be generally fair.

There will be no unfair situation where the first and second place are drawn into a duel due to the random drawing battle mechanism, resulting in the second place not being able to survive the first round elimination.

And above the arena, there were spectators and numerous deacons and elders staring at them.

It’s not like anyone dares to make too big a move.

The arena match begins soon.

Battle after battle ensued, and powerful warriors appeared one after another with various methods. Many of them were powerful even if Zhang Qingyun thought he could not defeat them.

This is normal, after all, no matter how powerful the means at his disposal are,

After all, he was only in the late stage of the Body Tempering Realm, and his realm could only be ranked middle or lower among the entire Changchun Temple disciples.

But this didn't hit him much.

Being below, he could view 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, if he had some enlightenment, his strength and experience would also vaguely increase.

About half an hour later,

The butler in the ring read his name.

He was randomly selected and became the champion.

Without delaying for long, he jumped several feet and landed on the ring.

Perhaps during this process, the aura that had just broken through to the late stage of the body quenching realm could not be completely restrained, and escaped, being felt by everyone around him.

As a result, many people below became restless.

For many people, it is naturally cost-effective to actively choose someone with a lower level of strength than themselves to be their opponent!

There was a fellow disciple who was tall and tall, as tall as an adult, and jumped out in front of everyone.

"Haha, you are really lucky, you are one step ahead!"

The man laughed loudly, his face full of happiness.

I am happy that I have picked an opponent whose level is lower than myself first, and I seem to feel that I will survive this round.

And among the people watching below,

Some people looked annoyed and regretted that it was a step too late.

"Junior brother, I'm sorry!"

The man smiled and cupped his hands.

then,

With the sound of "start" from the referee, the game ended.

"Eat my powerful bull punch!"

The burly figure roared and struck first. Like a ferocious bull galloping, it punched Yang Qingyun like a torrent!

Yang Qingyun's expression remained unchanged.

The long sword in his hand was unsheathed, tearing the air like lightning, and slashed out in the air!

when!

Fighting with fists and knives,

There was a clear sound like the collision of steel.

After the punch was blocked, the burly figure's expression changed slightly, and he kicked to the side. His right leg turned into a lightning-like afterimage and swept out like an iron whip.

The light of the sword in Yang Qingyun's hand changed again, and he blocked this side kick again!

Actually,

If Yang Qingyun were to attack with all his strength, one sword strike would be enough to defeat the person in front of him.

But he didn't,

He didn't use the sword force, he didn't use the phantom tracking step, and he didn't even use the blood energy release method that can greatly enhance the lethality of the blade!

Just relying on its own strength, the ordinary martial arts Liuhe Sword.

At this moment, it was performed as fast as lightning, and the defense was watertight, and it had already blocked the enemy's attack!

The two continued to exchange dozens of moves,

The confidence on the face of the burly figure opposite has long since disappeared.

Between the attacks with fists and feet, he was sweating profusely.

Drenched in cold sweat!

"Damn it! Just a few simple sword moves blocked all my attempts to suppress the enemy. What kind of opponent did I choose!"

The burly man wailed in his heart.

It only takes a short ten breaths to fall from the peak of happiness to the bottom of the valley!

Seeing Yang Qingyun suppress him so easily with a knife, how could he not know that the opponent he thought he could easily handle was not a terrifying existence that he could afford?

The people below who were originally feeling regretful couldn't help but look lucky when they saw this scene.

Fortunately, I waited a step slower.

Unlike the stupid guy above who was complacent about choosing a living King of Hell.

Some people couldn't help but speak out.

Of course, there are also people talking about Yang Qingyun's identity, who he is, and when did such a brave guy appear in Changchun Temple.

After another move,

Yang Qingyun, who had figured out all the opponent's methods, did not hold back any more. He slashed out with his sword. The light of the knife passed through his empty door like lightning and was placed on the opponent's neck.

"Yang Qingyun wins!"

Along with the words of the butler and referee on the side, the words fell.

The burly man walked off the stage in despair.

A small victory,

Yang Qingyun felt calm,

He also has a certain understanding of his own power level.

"Now, I am invincible in the Body Tempering Realm with just my ordinary means."

It’s the first day it’s been put on the shelves. It should be updated with 10,000 words today.