I, Fahai, start with a mighty dragon and suppress the world.

Chen Yang slowly opened his eyes, and a fierce aura burst out of his eyes instantly.

It was transformed by the true energy, as if the void turned into reality, shooting out like two ice picks, instantly like two small holes punched in the opposite wall.

"Is this the half-step master realm?"

Chen Yang was also surprised by his spontaneous burst of energy. He smiled slightly, lowered his head and looked at his palms.

With a light squeeze, you can instantly feel the internal energy in your Dantian, like a river pouring over the ocean, and the energy and blood are surging and rising.

What a solid force!

Chen Yang raised the corner of his mouth lightly. After several days of retreat, he had already touched the threshold of a master. His mastery of the innate realm was already perfect, reaching the level of a half-step master!

With my current strength, what would it be like to face Xie Xiaofeng of Shenjian Villa?

Chen Yang thought to himself, feeling a little more confident.

Then he counted the days.

It's a coincidence, just right.

It was the day of the martial arts competition in the 36 rooms of Shaolin Temple.

Chen Yang stood up and walked out of the simple hut. The morning sun shone on his body, making him feel warm and refreshed instantly.

Stretching lazily, it was extremely comfortable.

Xu Zhu happened to come over, and judging by his hurried appearance, he came to see him.

"Meet Uncle Fahai."

Xu Zhu bowed to Chen Yang respectfully.

"Has the contest begun?"

Chen Yang returned the salute and asked.

I have just come out of seclusion and am looking for someone to test my strength at the half-step master level.

Already eager to try.

Xu Zhu nodded and said: "The competition will begin soon. Please ask Uncle Fa Hai to go to the ring quickly."

"go!"

Chen Yang said confidently, full of confidence and high morale.

Then the two went to the competition venue.

The annual Shaolin Competition is extremely lively.

The empty playground was crowded with Shaolin disciples, who sat in separate rows.

There is a sea of ​​people and a sea of ​​people, but it looks extremely orderly and not messy.

Like a huge chessboard, the flags on it all occupy their own eyes and are neatly aligned.

Everyone's face is full of excitement and joy, full of vigor, vitality and vitality.

The bald heads look extremely bright in the morning sun, just like the light in the hearts of everyone in the Shaolin Temple.

In the 36-room competition, not only the disciples gathered together.

The leaders of all parties were also present. They were all red-faced and old-fashioned, sitting high on the martial arts platform.

The scene was grand and grand, extremely spectacular, covering almost all the combat power of the Shaolin Temple.

Just the unfathomable aura emanating from each of the 36 rooms is enough to scare half of the world.

What's more, there are thousands of disciples, each of whom has extraordinary skills.

Looking at the entire world, few sects can produce such a large formation, which is as powerful as a rainbow, majestic and formidable.

Many disciples were whispering, guessing which disciple would win the competition.

The most talked-about one is undoubtedly Senior Brother Wuhua from Luohan Hall. He is ranked third on the Blue Dragon Ranking and his strength is unfathomable.

"I guess it has to be Luohan Hall. Senior Brother Wuhua's strength is already at the Grandmaster level. He is proud of the rest."

"Luohan Hall has produced many talented people in recent years. This year, with Senior Brother Wuhua competing, he will definitely be unmatched."

"Senior Brother Wuhua is the third most ruthless person on the Blue Dragon Ranking. Who in the temple can compete with him?"

Chen Yang walked into the crowd and heard it.

Of course he knew the Wuhua monk, and knew him better than anyone else.

Monk Wuhua is an important character in the martial arts novel "The Legend of Chu Liuxiang". He is handsome and majestic in appearance and stunning in talent.

This man is not only outstanding in martial arts, but also has great attainments in poetry, poetry, calligraphy, painting and tea ceremony. He can be said to be a wonderful wizard in all kinds of ways. Some famous families in the world are proud to be his guests. , I think this is the moment of glory for my life.

For this reason, Monk Wuhua is also known as the "Seven Wonderful Monks" by people in the world. He is an out-and-out celebrity among contemporary Shaolin disciples. Although he is still young, he is already famous in half of the world.

But after all, Shaolin Temple is the leading sect in the world. There can only be one voice in the 36 rooms.

Someone immediately refuted the senior brother who fought for his family.

"According to what you say, what else is this 36-room competition? Your senior brother Wuhua is invincible, wouldn't it be better to just award him the title of leader?"

"That's right, I think Senior Brother Xuan Yi is not bad either! He is a direct disciple of Zen Master QuE."

"That's right. Senior Brother Xuan Yi is participating in the battle this year. No matter how strong Senior Brother Wuhua is, he can't be crushed, right? Senior Brother Xuan Yi is a master who has mastered such magical skills as the Four Symbols of Heaven's Will."

In addition to Monk Wuhua, Monk Xuanyi is also a slightly famous junior in Shaolin Temple.

"Senior Brother Wuhua's talent is certainly extraordinary, but I heard that the recently famous Senior Brother Fahai has returned to the Shaolin Temple and is expected to fight."

"Oh? Senior Brother Fahai is also going to fight? That would be wonderful!"

"Senior Brother Fahai's reputation is resounding throughout the world. Not long ago, he fought against three Grandmasters. He even killed the Blood Demon Sect Demon in the middle stage of the Grandmaster with one move. If he goes out to fight, I'm afraid that Senior Brother Wuhua and Senior Brother Xuanyi will be killed. It’s just hanging.”

"It is rumored that Senior Brother Fahai also possesses unparalleled magical powers, but I don't know which one is better than Senior Brother Xuanyi's Four Symbols of Heaven's Will."

"That being said, I am extremely optimistic about Senior Brother Fahai!"

……

The decisive battle at Wuming Peak has long been known to everyone, and many disciples admire Fahai greatly.

But no matter what, they are all things that have been reported back from the Jianghu, and it is difficult to tell the truth from the false.

More people are still willing to believe what they see with their own eyes, that is, the power of Monk Wuhua and Monk Xuanyi.

Although there is no objection to Fa Hai's rapid rise, if compared with these two, most people still feel that Fa Hai lacks stamina and is overshadowed.

So after hearing the speech praising Fa Hai, many disciples were very disdainful and started to argue.

"I don't deny the power of Senior Brother Fahai, but I think it's too much."

"The Green Dragon Ranking is the most real. Senior Brother Fa Hai is praised to the highest praises, but in the end he is only eighth, right? Senior Brother Wuhua is the real third!"

"That makes sense. The gap between eighth and third is still huge. I think Senior Brother Wuhua is even better."

"No matter how you look at it, I can't see that Senior Brother Fahai has any advantage. The fatal point is that he has not yet entered the Grandmaster realm. In addition, the Blue Dragon Ranking is far lower than that of Senior Brother Wuhua."

"Not to mention Senior Brother Wuhua, even compared with Senior Brother Xuanyi, I feel that Senior Brother Fahai is inadequate. Senior Brother Xuanyi's Four Symbols of Heaven's Will is a veritable magical power. Senior Brother Fahai's magical power has yet to be confirmed. "

……

There were endless discussions, and the disciples in several rooms had different opinions, each holding his own opinion, and their faces were red.

Chen Yang secretly smacked his lips when he heard this, and was quite surprised in his heart.

Forget about a monk named Wuhua, who would have thought that there would be a direct disciple of Master Que?

Chen Yang didn't know Monk Xuan Yi well, but his master's name was well known, and he was one of the top ten masters in the martial arts novel "Devil Sword Chess of Life and Death".

Zen Master Que evil has profound Buddhist teachings and a righteous heart. Every time he takes action in these years, it is enough to shake up the evil sect, which is extremely powerful.

If he were a direct disciple of Zen Master Que, then he wouldn't be far behind.

This Shaolin Temple is really a crouching tiger and a long dragon!

Chen Yang felt a lot of emotion in his heart.

But whether it was Monk Wuhua or Monk Xuanyi, he didn't take it seriously at all.

Since I am here to participate in this competition.

Then this leader must be captured!

Whoever comes, it’s all a matter of punching!

Like many disciples, the leaders on the martial arts viewing platform are also looking forward to it.

Even though they look calm on the outside, they are all solemn and gentle.

In fact, they are secretly competing with each other, comparing the strength of the disciples in each house.

Everyone wants their disciple to shine and win the first place. As the first person, his face will be bright.

After a while, all the people in Room 36 arrived.

"quiet."

The abbot Kong Jian slowly stepped forward, scanning the entire playground with piercing eyes.

All the disciples were silent for a moment, sat upright with their heads held high, and quietly waited for the abbot to preach.

Abbot Kongjian nodded with great relief, a kind smile on his face.

Slowly speaking the rules of the competition, his voice was as calm as a thunderous river, which directly touched people's hearts and made them feel like they were refreshed by the spring breeze.

"This year's 36-room competition is divided into three rounds."

"The first round is a melee between nine people. The disciples in each room draw lots to determine the arena they need to go to. There are four rounds in total, and the four winners are determined to advance to the next round."

"The second round is a two-by-two matchup, and the opponent is determined by drawing lots."

"No need to say more about the third round, right? In the final, the winner will be the leader of this 36-room competition."

"The leader of this competition will be able to enter the Sutra Pavilion to read freely."

Hearing this, all the disciples burst into an uproar.

Many disciples couldn't help but whisper, they were really too shocked.

"The reward for this year's leader is so high? He will go directly to the Sutra Pavilion!"

"That is the most sacred place in our Shaolin Temple. There are countless Shaolin secrets and martial arts magic inside!"

"This is an opportunity more precious than a panacea."

All the disciples looked surprised and envious.

Even Monk Wuhua and Monk Xuanyi, after hearing the words "Sutra-Tiding Pavilion", their faces showed expectant looks and their hearts were surging.

The disciples who went out to fight were all excited about this. They all had firm eyes and looked like they were bound to win.

Seeing the abbot's gentle expression, Kong waited for a moment and allowed enough time for the disciples to communicate before continuing:

"Finally, martial arts competition is just a way to exchange martial arts skills. You are all disciples of my Shaolin Temple. Please don't kill each other. That's it!"

"Okay, Lao Na announced that this year's martial arts competition in Room 36 of Shaolin Temple has officially begun!"

"All disciples participating in the competition, please go to the elder on the right to draw lots for grouping."

Having said that, Abbot Kongjian returned to the viewing platform.

36 figures rushed to inquire and draw lots one after another.

This link is the most intriguing because there are endless variables.

It is said that luck is also a part of strength. With a good draw, your ranking may change dramatically.

Both those who draw lots and those who watch the battle are looking forward to it.

Of course, the disciples who were slightly less powerful were silently praying that they would draw good lots and avoid Monk Wuhua or Monk Xuanyi, etc.

What's more, they are looking forward to the three of them being drawn into a group, namely Monk Wuhua, Monk Xuanyi and Fahai, and want to see which of the three can come out of the arena.

I have a big heart, and watching the excitement is not a big deal anyway. The more exciting it is, the more I like it.

Chen Yang was unfazed by this.

Anyway, the leader is the one who has to win in the end, and it will be the same no matter who you beat.

Chen Yang had this mentality, so he didn't care about the draw, just treating it as a formality.