Inside the Profound Mechanism Pavilion, Yuheng Sect Master, Xiao Wuming, and Ning Chen have been inside for a long time. Four Grand Elder are waiting for news.
Yin Yixuan and Wan Hongzhu are also waiting outside the pavilion and are not allowed to enter without the consent of Yuheng Sect Master.
No one knew what the three of them talked about, but just before dawn, Hong Yi walked out and walked towards the martial arts platform on the top of the mountain.
Yuheng Sect Master, Xiao Wuming then appeared, looking at the young man walking away, a complex light flashed in his eyes.
The existence of this person has destroyed the balance of Hundred Dynasties Competition. It is really unimaginable that a young man whose qualifications can only be said to be average at best can grow to such a terrifying point.
"Yixuan, Hongzhu, remember today's lesson. Among the younger generation, you are not really at the forefront. In the future of martial arts, this person will be the peak that no one in your generation can avoid," Yuheng Sect Master said.
Yin Yixuan, Wan Hongzhu fell silent. Until this moment, it is still hard to believe that there are people of the same age who have surpassed them so much.
On the top of the mountain, the iron ropes swayed and the cloud waves meandered. The outer disciples who came up to challenge each other were defeated one after another. The top ten disciples of the inner sect were all extraordinary people. Only when the actual battle began, the outer disciples who had previously been so impassioned realized how weak they were.
Gradually, fewer and fewer people challenged him. On the martial arts platform, Nan Tianyuan, the tenth member of the inner sect, was facing the challenge and could no longer retreat with dozens of people.
At this moment, Hong Yi walked onto the stage, with a calm and watery aura, just like the most ordinary person, which greatly surprised many of the disciples below.
"Ning Chen, greetings"
As soon as the words fell, the breath suddenly changed, and the powerful air flow spread out. The next moment, the red clothes moved and disappeared in an instant.
Nan Tianyuan looked shocked, only to see an afterimage approaching him. When he regained consciousness, he was directly shaken out of the martial arts platform by an irresistible force.
Defeating the enemy with one move, everyone was shocked. Before they could see the battle clearly, when they regained consciousness, the battle was over.
As the red man walked down, the people in the audience automatically parted ways. Looking at the young man in red walking away step by step, the unusually depressing silence quickly erupted into cheers like waves. Unexpectedly, someone actually succeeded.
In the distance, Yuheng Sect Master stood quietly, looking at Ning Chen who was going down the mountain, and said, "Wu Ming, you can accept him as your disciple."
Xiao Wuming's eyes flashed and he said calmly, "This person's sword attainments have surpassed mine. I don't have the qualifications."
"Only in name, Hundred Dynasties Competition is about to start, he must have a formal identity" Yuheng Sect Master said seriously.
"Perhaps you can ask the ancestor to come out of seclusion and let him take him under his tutelage himself," Xiao Wuming suggested.
"The ancestor is attacking the Great Perfection Realm world. We can't disturb him unless it is absolutely necessary. Just do what I say first," Yuheng Sect Master said.
Xiao Wuming nodded, said nothing more, turned around and left. The disciple surpassed the master, and he also deserved the title of master in name.
I really don't know what kind of strong person is there in the world who can be truly qualified to teach this person.
However, no matter what, Hongzhu should not call her senior sister. The rule of entry in succession should be changed.
At the foot of the mountain, the bamboo hut was quiet and peaceful. Ruoxi looked at the young master in front of the house, stepped forward, and asked softly, "Do you really want to participate in this Hundred Dynasties Competition for Yuheng Sacred Land?"
"It's just a fair transaction. I need to borrow Yuheng Divine Cauldron to save Ghost Maiden," Ning Chen said slowly.
"Young master, are you sure?" Ruoxi stretched out his hand, took off the falling bamboo leaves on the red clothes, and said softly.
"Which one, Hundred Dynasties Competition, or save Ghost Maiden?" Ning Chen turned around and asked.
"They all have it," Ruoxi said.
"It's hard to say what happened with Hundred Dynasties Competition. Among hundreds of dynasties, there may be peerless geniuses like Luo Xingchen. I only have half a body now. It won't be easy to suppress their edge. As for whether Resurrection Technique can awaken Ghost Maiden, although there is no absolute certainty, there should be at least a 70% chance" Ning Chen responded.
Ruoxi's eyes flashed with emotion, she hoped it was true, she really didn't want to see the young master's disappointed expression again.
At the top of Mountain Above Mountain, tens of thousands of people competed. After someone successfully defeated the top ten disciples of the inner sect, hope rose again in the hearts of the outer disciples. People kept coming up to challenge, eager to be like the young man in red before and get the qualification to compete with the inner sect disciples for Hundred Dynasties Competition.
Day after day passed, Ning Chen never went up the mountain again, and Wan Hongzhu came down the mountain. The master said that if she wanted to go further on the sword, going down the mountain to consult this nominal senior brother would be the best choice.
Regarding martial arts, Ning Chen is not a secluded person, and Wan Hongzhu will not ask for advice without knowing it.
Nan Tianyuan, who was defeated by Ning Chen with one move, also went down the mountain once. Others may not have seen it, but he felt deeply that the strength of the young man in front of him was much higher than him, and even several Law Enforcement Elder could not compare with him.
Gradually, I don't know how the news spread, and some inner disciples who had never met before came down the mountain to ask for advice, making the quiet bamboo hut become noisy.
Mountain Above Mountain, Xiao Wuming frowned after knowing this, but they couldn't say anything.
"Don't worry Wuming, this person is not a narrow-minded person, and he will not be dissatisfied with the Holy Land because of these trivial matters," Yuheng Sect Master said calmly.
The Grand Elders on the mountain are all in retreat, and they don't have much time to give guidance to their disciples. Now a young man with unfathomable strength appears. Whether it is out of curiosity or he really has a question about martial arts to ask for advice, the bamboo hut at the foot of the mountain is destined to not be as peaceful as before.
"Ruoxi, do you know who taught my senior brother's martial arts?" In the small room, Wan Hongzhu sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Ruoxi who was cleaning the house in front of him, and asked softly.
Before witnessing the previous Profound Mechanism Pavilion battle, she really couldn't believe that someone in the world could actually fight to a tie with her master with the cultivation level of the fourth innate calamity. Although the master still had reservations, her senior brother obviously did not use all his strength.
"Young Master has never been a master, so he practices martial arts on his own. However, there are a few seniors who have given him guidance. If you are curious, you can ask him in person." Ruoxi responded while tidying up the room.
"Senior brother doesn't seem to like me very much. I've gone down the mountain so many times and I've never seen him smile once," Wan Hongzhu sighed.
"Young lady, you are worrying too much. The young master has always been like this. The time you have been together is still short. If the young master really smiles at you from the beginning, then you should be worried. In addition to the cherished people around you, the young master will only smile when you meet him every time you meet someone," Ruoxi said softly.
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a creak, and the door opened. Ning Chen walked in and sat on the edge of the bed. Wan Hongzhu immediately stood up, with a respectful look on his beautiful face, and said, "Senior Brother."
"Hongzhu, come out with me," Ning Chen said.
Wan Hongzhu nodded and walked out together.
In the bamboo forest, Ning Chen looked at the woman in front of him and said calmly, "How long have you been in the third disaster?"
"Less than two years," Wan Hongzhu said honestly.
Ning Chen was silent, which was not bad, but compared to the monster-level geniuses he had seen, there was still a big gap.
His deal with Yuheng Sect Master was to help Yuheng Sacred Land get the third place of Hundred Dynasties Competition. The difficulty was extraordinary.
The battle over Hundred Dynasties Competition has been extremely fierce throughout the ages. In addition to the major lineages of Southern Mausoleum, even the great sects of the other three domains will secretly send their disciples to fight for a place.
Therefore, what level Wan Hongzhu and that Yin Yixuan can reach in these days is crucial to whether they can get the top three positions in Hundred Dynasties Competition this time.
"Show me the sword behind you," Ning Chen said.
Wan Hongzhu looked suspicious, took out the sword from the waist behind him, handed it to the former, and said with a smile, "I almost forgot, senior brother is the sword god. Hongzhu was negligent. He should have taken out this sword earlier and let senior brother comment."
"Don't talk nonsense"
Ning Chen scolded lightly, but didn't take it to heart. He looked at the unsheathed sword in his hand and frowned slightly.
The sword is good, and the king's aura is not released. It should be a sword that has been used by a top swordsman. However, the sword is too masculine and is not suitable for Wan Hongzhu.
"Change your sword. This sword won't be of much help to your strength," Ning Chen said.
Wan Hongzhu's eyes flashed with surprise, the master also said the same thing, but this sword was passed down from her ancestors, and she has never found a sword that suits her, so she has been using this sword to this day.
"Please give me some advice, senior brother," Wan Hongzhu said respectfully.
"There is a red sacred tree on the mountain. If you want a sword, it depends on whether you can convince Yuheng Sect Master of Mountain Above Mountain and several Grand Elder to bring this tree to me," Ning Chen said calmly.
Wan Hongzhu Hearing this, his eyes jumped, Blood-Marked Zitan, could this be what the senior brother was talking about.
Ning Chen gave a pointer and said nothing more. She turned around and walked towards the wooden house. Judging from Wan Hongzhu's physical properties, this wood is the most suitable divine material. However, whether she can get it depends on her ability.
Mountain Above Mountain, the challenge of the outer disciples is over, and the inner disciples restart the battle for Hundred Dynasties Competition's quota. Ning Chen occasionally goes up the mountain to complete the tasks he should do, and enters the battle of the top four without any surprises.
For this young man who suddenly emerged from the army, everyone was surprised at first, then gradually got used to it, and now they are numb. It seems that even if this person defeats Yin Yixuan and Wan Hongzhu, who have always occupied the top two inner disciples, it is not unacceptable.
In the battle of the top four, Ning Chen's opponent is a girl who has always been ranked third among the inner disciples. Although her talent is not inferior to anyone else, she can't beat Yin Yixuan and Wan Hongzhu because of her age.
There was not much suspense about the outcome of the battle. As soon as Ning Chen came on the stage, he sent the girl off the martial arts stage. The huge gap in strength made the girl cry angrily for a long time.
The next battle is the focus of the battle that everyone has been waiting for. The two most outstanding geniuses of the inner disciples, Yin Yixuan and Wan Hongzhu, should be able to really decide the winner this time.
The iron ropes swayed and rattled, and Yin Yixuan, dressed in white, walked onto the martial arts stage, quietly waiting for the opponent he had been most looking forward to fighting.
A quarter of an hour, two quarters of an hour... almost half an hour passed, but Wan Hongzhu never showed up. Just when everyone was getting impatient, a beautiful woman dragged a huge sacred tree slowly from the distance. At the last moment, she finally arrived.
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