A few hours later, it was late at night.
In the wing room, the oil lamp had long been extinguished, and only the cold moonlight filtered through the window paper, casting a hazy silver glow over the room.
Fang Han sat cross-legged on the bed, his eyes slightly closed, his face calm, only the long and powerful breathing between his noses showed that he was in the midst of deep cultivation.
<Wind-Following Art> continues to operate, and the light cyan Internal Qi is like a surging river, launching impact again and again between the overflowing Central Mansion Aperture and the next pass - Stomach Meridian Aperture.
Although the bottleneck from Eighth-rank early stage to Grade Eight in the mid-term is far less stubborn and tough than the big realm barrier, it is by no means easily broken.
Internal Qi surged and hit the invisible barrier, emitting a dull roar that only Fang Han could feel.
The barrier trembled violently and rippled in waves, as if it might break at any time, but it still lacked the last decisive force.
Fang Han's mind was calm and he didn't feel any anxiety at all.
He clearly felt that under the tireless impact for several consecutive hours, the barrier had become extremely fragile and full of tiny cracks.
Breakthrough is just around the corner!
He held his breath and concentrated all his thoughts in one place, guiding all the Internal Qi in his body to turn into a more condensed and violent torrent, rushing towards the bottleneck that was already at the end of his strength!
"Click--!"
A clear cracking sound, originating from the depths of the soul, suddenly sounded.
The obstacles were gone, and the majestic Internal Qi that had been accumulated for a long time surged into the newly opened Stomach Meridian Aperture like a torrent that burst its banks with unprecedented joy and violence.
In an instant, the aura around Fang Han suddenly surged!
Qi Sea, Guan Yuan, Life Gate, Zhongfu, Stomach Meridian, and the five Acupointss seem to have built a more stable and broader bridge.
Internal Qi flows endlessly and circulates over and over again, forming a larger and more efficient Internal Qi circulation system.
Under this circulation system, the color of Internal Qi becomes deeper, the texture becomes more condensed and pure, and the sense of power brought by the circulation is far greater than that of Eighth-rank early stage.
A feeling of being reborn spread throughout Fang Han's whole body, his bones crackled and his blood surged like a tide.
And with the penetration of Stomach Meridian Aperture, a new Divine Treasury also opened.
Fang Han I felt my feet were slightly warm, as if a light and explosive power was quietly integrated into the skeletal fascia of my legs.
The agility and instant explosive power of the legs are significantly enhanced.
This is exactly the Divine Treasury ability in the middle of Grade Eight - "Swift-Footed".
By turning on this Divine Treasury, your legs will gain far beyond ordinary agility and speed, which will be a great bonus to the performance of Body Movement.
For him who is already good at Body Movement, the bonus is even more significant.
Fang Han slowly opened his eyes, and a ray of light green light flashed away in his eyes, which looked particularly bright in the dim room.
He gently clenched his fists, feeling the far more powerful Internal Qi in his body than before and the full and light strength of his legs. The corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably, revealing a look of sincere joy.
"Grade Eight midterm... finally done!"
Under the tremendous pressure of Seven Sects Competition and the stimulation of successive life-and-death battles, he actually broke through ahead of schedule!
At this moment, he felt that his condition was better than ever before, Internal Qi was full of energy, full of energy, and full of strength.
He feels a little more confident about tomorrow's final showdown with Rain Listening Tower.
He took a deep breath, suppressed his turbulent emotions, closed his eyes again, and began to consolidate the realm he had just broken through and familiarize himself with the new power.
The next day is the last day of Seven Sects Competition.
The huge martial arts arena in the center of Prefecture City has an unprecedentedly warm atmosphere.
The seats in the stands were already packed. People from various factions arrived early, chatting in low voices, their eyes full of expectations and speculations.
Today, the final ranking of this year's Seven Sects Competition will be decided, especially who will be the leader, Rain Listening Tower, which has been the leader for many years, or Azure Profound Sect, which has suddenly emerged?
Seven Sects disciples, led by Elder from each school, entered the venue one after another.
Azure Profound Sect When everyone appeared, they immediately attracted the attention of everyone.
Chen Xuan Elder looks calm and walks steadily.
The five people behind them, Fang Han, Yun Qianyue, Li Feng, Huang Ling'er, and Shi Meng, all have sharp eyes, calm breaths, and an unstoppable momentum.
Especially Fang Han, which had just broken through, could not perfectly control the skyrocketing Internal Qi. His breath was slightly unstable, and his whole body was like an unsheathed sword.
Many people with keen senses noticed the changes in Fang Han's aura, and couldn't help but secretly guess.
Rain Listening Tower Everyone still maintains that mystery and low-key, Mo Hai Elder is smiling, and the five disciples behind him, including Mo Chen who has never made a move, have obscure auras that are difficult to see through.
The two groups of people faced each other at a distance in the field. Although they did not speak a word, the invisible auras were already colliding in the air, arousing a sense of solemnity.
However, the written examinations of the two cases were arranged for the last one, and it was not yet time for them to compete.
Referee Xuan Yuanjing stood in the center of the ring, his gaze slowly sweeping over the entire venue. The invisible pressure gradually silenced the noisy venue.
"Seven Sects new disciples compete!"
His voice was loud and heard in every corner.
"Scene 19, Tyrant Blade Sect, yes, Vajra Temple!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the Tyrant Blade Sect and Vajra Temple disciple area suddenly became tense.
Tyrant Blade Sect Elder Lei Qianshan's voice was like a bell. "Cheer up, I'll smash the turtle shells of these bald donkeys!"
Vajra Temple The old monk who led the team had a haggard face. Hearing this, he just whispered the Buddha's name and did not get angry.
But the eyes of the disciples behind him were all focused, and there was faint golden light flowing around their bodies.
The competition begins immediately.
As everyone expected, this is destined to be a very different and highly targeted contest.
Tyrant Blade Sect disciples' swordsmanship is fierce and violent, and they pay attention to the ability to defeat ten swords with one force.
The disciples of Vajra Temple rely on their tyrannical Horizontal Training Kung Fu to defend themselves as firmly as a mountain, and can often withstand the sword's edge with their flesh and blood bodies.
Above the arena, the sound of gold and iron clashing could be heard endlessly, but most of it was the dull and loud sound caused by the Tyrant Blade Sect disciple's violent attacks falling on Vajra Temple disciple.
Tyrant Blade Sect disciples often start with great momentum, and use their sword skills to great effect, forcing Vajra Temple disciples to retreat continuously.
However, Vajra Temple disciple's defense is too strong. Unless the attack hits the cover door, it will be difficult to cause effective damage.
But under the defense of the Vajra Temple disciples, most of the Tyrant Blade Sect disciples who are not good at Body Movement are pursuing the goal of defeating ten with one force. It is easier said than done to hit the gate.
After being unable to attack for a long time, Tyrant Blade Sect's disciples will inevitably become restless and impatient, and Internal Qi's consumption will increase.
Vajra Temple disciples, on the other hand, fight steadily. Once they catch the opponent's weakness or use old tricks, the counterattack will be earth-shattering.
After each duel, the scenes were almost the same.
Tyrant Blade Sect disciple has no brute strength, but it is like punching cotton with his fist, unable to exert any strength, and feeling extremely aggrieved.
In the end, Vajra Temple, the little monk Wu Fan who ranked first, relied on his powerful defense that far surpassed his peers, and forcibly exhausted all Internal Qi of Guo Lie, who ranked first Tyrant Blade Sect, and stamped Vajra Palm on Guo Lie's chest with a steady and powerful Vajra Palm.
Although Guo Lie managed to remove some of his strength, Guo Lie was still shocked to the point where his blood boiled and he spit out a mouthful of blood. This competition came to an end.
"The nineteenth competition is over, Vajra Temple wins!"
Xuan Yuanjing announced loudly.
Tyrant Blade Sect Elder Lei Qianshan doesn't look good, but he can only accept this result.
If the skills are in conflict with each other, it is not a crime of war.
Vajra Temple The old monk remained expressionless, but nodded slightly.
There was a burst of discussion in the stands, and the result was not unexpected. Vajra Temple's "defense instead of offense" tactics really restrained Tyrant Blade Sect.
After a short break, the voice of Xuan Yuanjing sounded again.
"The twentieth competition, Nether Pavilion, yes, Hundred Flower Valley!"
The disciples of these two sects are both famous for their Body Movement dexterity and cunning moves.
Nether Pavilion Kung Fu is vicious and sinister, Body Movement is like a ghost.
Hundred Flower Valley's martial arts are gorgeous and changeable, and his footwork is light.
This duel can be described as a head-to-head confrontation, with skills and speed being used to the extreme.
On the arena, figures were flying, and the shadows of swords and palms were dazzling.
Disciples from both sides showed off their talents, and the battle was extremely intense. It often took hundreds of moves to determine the winner.
The fierce fighting scene was so exciting that it caused many exclamations from the stands.
In the end, Nether Pavilion, relying on his disciple's more ruthless and decisive style in actual combat, was slightly better and won the battle with difficulty.
"The twentieth competition is over, Nether Pavilion wins!"
Xuan Yuanjing announced.
There was a pause in the field, and everyone's hearts were lifted.
The first two competitions have ended, and now, only the last one is left, which is also the most watched duel!
The noisy martial arts arena gradually became quiet, and countless eyes focused on Xuan Yuanjing on the stage, as well as the two teams with deep aura below the stage.
Xuan Yuanjing's eyes slowly swept across the entire venue, especially in the direction of the Azure Profound Sect and Rain Listening Tower. He paused briefly, then took a deep breath, and his voice was like thunder, clearly spreading throughout every corner of the martial arts arena.
"The twenty-first competition is also the final battle of this Seven Sects and new Beginner stage disciples competition..."
He paused deliberately, raising everyone's expectations to the extreme.
"Azure Profound Sect, yes, Rain Listening Tower!"
"Boom--!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire martial arts arena seemed to explode, and the sound surged into the sky!
It's finally here!
In this year's Seven Sects Competition, the only two powerful sects that have maintained an unbeatable record will finally face off against each other!
The outcome of this battle will directly determine who will be the leader!
Is Rain Listening Tower continuing its dominance in the new Beginner stage disciple competition and winning the first place again?
Or will Azure Profound Sect rise strongly and overthrow Rain Listening Tower?
All suspense will be revealed in the following wheel battle!
In the direction of the Azure Profound Sect, Chen Xuan Elder slowly stood up, his eyes like lightning, sweeping over the five people in front of him.
Fang Han's eyes were calm and calm, only the fingers holding the sword tightened slightly.
Yun Qianyue The expression on the face under the purple gauze could not be clearly seen, but the aura around him became colder and colder.
Li Feng holds a long knife in his arms, his eyes are as sharp as a knife, and he is full of fighting spirit.
Huang Ling'er's little face was tense, with a hint of nervousness, but more of excitement.
Shi Meng is gearing up and eager to try.
Rain Listening Tower Over there, Mo Hai Elder was still smiling, but there was a hint of solemnity in the depths of his eyes.
The five disciples behind him were connected with each other, as if they were one whole body.
Especially Mo Chen, who was standing at the end, as if blending into the shadows, raised his head slightly, revealing a pair of eyes as dark as ink and bottomless, looking through the crowd, far away in the Azure Profound Sect camp.
In the air, invisible sparks collided fiercely.
The final showdown is about to begin!