After waiting for a long time, everyone was talking about it. Xuan Jicai staggered and walked onto the ring a little drunk.
Some disciples had already shouted: "Why are you still drinking during the martial arts competition!"
"It's so outrageous!"
"There are no sect rules!"
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Xuan Qing felt happy. It seemed that he had to be the first one this year. This Xuanji was so drunk that no matter how advanced his skills were, he couldn't perform them well!
When Xuan Qing thought of this, a cold light shot straight towards Xuan Ji.
Xuanji saw the light of the sword coming towards the door, swayed, and bowed to let the sword pass. Seeing that the opponent couldn't hold back his strength, he struck with the sword hilt, causing Xuan Qing to almost fall.
How could Xuanji wait for him to regain his breath? The sharp blade had already followed.
Seeing this, Xuan Qing hurriedly raised his sword to meet him. Two cold lights clanked and splashed with dazzling sparks.
Xuanji was also shaken back several steps before he stood still.
At this time Xuan Qing also turned over and stood up. Seeing that Xuanji had not yet gained a firm foothold, he silently recited the formula and drove his sword to fly.
Only a ray of light was seen, and the entire arena was trembling slightly. A sharp sword had already flown up and headed towards Xuanji's front door.
Xuanji smiled slightly and thought in his heart, what a small trick!
He made a mudra with his hands on his chest, and a colorful light greeted him wherever the mantra fell.
With a loud noise, Xuan Qing almost fell down, but Xuan Ji took two steps back and pointed behind Xuan Qing.
With a roar, the ground behind Xuan Qing exploded, and his whole body fell down.
In the exploded pit, there were tens of thousands of sharp knives standing eerily upright.
Seeing that Xuan Qing was about to be stabbed through the whole body with a knife. Xuan Ji jumped up, his body in the air, holding Xuan Qing's Taoist robe with one hand. With a gentle lift, Xuan Qing was lifted into the air.
Xuan Qing saw the opportunity and stabbed Xuan Ji with his sharp sword.
Xuanji hurriedly dodged sideways, and bright red blood was already seeping out of his shoulder.
Because of his injury, Xuanji let go of his hand, and Xuanqing fell from the air and appeared firmly on the ring.
Xuanji saw that Xuan Qing was just raising his head proudly and no longer looking at him. He was filled with resentment in his heart. He threw it casually and hit Xuan Qing in the face with a handful of white powder.
Xuan Qing was unprepared and fell straight onto the ring with a plop, causing a burst of dust to fly up.
Seeing this, Elder Dao Xiao, Xuan Qing's master, flew onto the ring, helped Xuan Qing up, and looked back at Xuan Ji angrily.
He said angrily: "Master! How can my disciples use such despicable methods and not be laughed at by other sects in the future! They should be expelled from the sect!"
Dao Sect He also looked angry.
The disciples in the audience were in chaos, and the crowd was crowded.They are all voices of condemnation.
"My fellow disciples are competing in martial arts, but they resort to such despicable methods!"
Daozong also rebuked Xuanji: "Xuanji! You are so shameless!"
< p>Xuanji didn't speak when he heard his master's reprimand. He just smiled disdainfully at the corner of his mouth. Then he walked down from the ring and stopped outside the main hall, waiting for the Master to be punished!Daozong recognized that he was in a state of ecstasy and could not kill him. He just wanted to fall asleep for a while, so he ordered everyone to carry Xuan Qing to the back room to rest.
But he shook his head and said to himself: "It would be great if Xuanji could study as hard as Zixu."
In the square, the crowded disciples were unwilling to Leaving, the voices of indignation could not be heard.
Daocheng also said to Daozong angrily: "How come Qixuanmen has such disciples? They are hopeless!"
Dao Xiao was even more furious.
"Xuanji must be severely punished and cannot be tolerated!"
Several other elders were also indignant and reprimanded Xuanji for being immoral and unlike an upright disciple of a famous family.
Daozong's face was very ugly. He endured it for a long time, and then said to several elders: "How dignified are you! Are you still looking at me, the head brother!"
Xiao's face turned purple.
"Brother, the competition meeting cannot end without a problem. When Xuan Qing wakes up, he will be competing with Xuan Ji! Decide on the top two this year."
Daozong slapped the table.
"Junior brother! The competition meeting is only to measure whether our new generation of Qixuanmen disciples are practicing hard, and it is not a battle of life and death. As an elder of the Qixuanmen generation, how come you don’t even understand this? If Master were alive, he would also feel sorry for you."
After being taught a lesson by Daozong, Dao Xiao suppressed the anger in his heart. Before leaving, he secretly tried his best. The wooden chair he was sitting on instantly fell apart.
Several elders could not hold back their angry faces and angrily called their disciples back.
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The huge flow of people in the square slowly thinned out.
Xuanji kept standing, not daring to say a word.
Everyone dispersed, Daozong turned his back to him, Xuanji couldn't see his face, and didn't know what his expression was.
After a while, Daozong turned around, looked at Xuanji, waved his hand, and allowed Xuanji to leave. He turned and walked towards the main hall.
After dinner, Xuanji felt very sorry, thinking that his master was under pressure during the day but did not say a word of blame. He entered the room early and prepared to take off his clothes and go to bed.
At this time, the door creaked open, and Daozong had walked in at the dark door.
Seeing this, Xuanji hurriedly got out of bed and lowered his head.
"Master!"
Daozong glanced at Xuanji, sat next to the table, and litcandles.
"Sit down!"
Xuanji didn't dare to sit down. He just stood at the table, his heart pounding.
Daozong looked serious and said in a shocked voice, "Sit down!"
Xuanji sat down carefully.
Daozong sighed.
"You have been practicing Kung Fu in this sect since you were a child, and I am very optimistic about you as a disciple. However, your behavior today really disappoints me!"
Xuan Ji lowered his head, not daring to look directly into Daozong's eyes.
"With your current level of cultivation, it can only be said that you are at the elementary level of cultivation. Only when you have reached the Jiuyang realm, can you do certain things with confidence! Do you understand?"
Xuanji didn't understand what the master meant, so he raised his head and looked at the master in confusion.
"Master has something to do, and disciples should share it! Even if they risk their lives, they will have no regrets!"
Daozong smiled kindly.
"You silly boy, just know how to give up your life! You only live once! Besides, some things are only meaningful if you don't give up your life. Do you understand?"
Candles The flames reflected Daozong's snow-white hair and beard.
"It only makes sense if you practice diligently, shoulder heavy responsibilities, and be able to stand alone when encountering problems! Those heretics can be familiar with them, but they cannot be used. Do you understand the words of the master?"
Xuanji nodded.
Daozong took out a note from his arms and handed it to Xuanji.
"This is the secret of practicing the Nine Yang Realm. You have to practice it carefully and don't let down the master's painstaking efforts."
"In our Taoism, the most important thing is to maintain health and fitness. Taoism When you reach a higher level of cultivation, your body becomes even more important!"
Xuanji made a gesture with one hand.
"Disciple, please remember! It's just something important that Master said. What is it?"
Daozong stood up and faced the door of the room.
"In recent days, the Demonic Cult has become more and more arrogant and rampant. Its power continues to expand like a raging wave, and it has the potential to swallow up decent people like us! Compared with this, a fierce battle seems to be unavoidable. . Moreover, tracing back to their origins, the exercises they practiced actually originated from our Taoist method, but they later parted ways. From this point of view, it is incumbent on the Qixuanmen to step forward as the authentic Taoist sect! ”
Xuanji opened his eyes in shock.
"We hold this grand and solemn competition every year, with only one purpose - to select the person who can shoulder the great responsibility! Because one day, perhaps in the not-too-distant future , we old guys will start a life-and-death battle with that extremely hateful and vicious demon sect, and maybe we will eventually die together. At that time, the mission of revitalizing the Qixuan Sect will fall on the shoulders of your younger generation!, Xuanji, I hope you can practice diligently and improve your strength as soon as possible! "
Xuanji felt distressed for a while. His master was like a new parent to him, and he had always taken good care of him. Hearing Daozong's words, Xuanji said excitedly.
"Master! Eradicating the demon sect should be the responsibility of our younger generation. How can we let masters and uncles take risks! "
Daozong smiled.
"We will discuss this matter in the future! "
After saying that, he walked out the door.
Xuanji stared at the master's figure that was getting farther and farther away and finally disappeared. His mood could not be calmed down for a long time. He was silent and speechless. Slowly stepping out of the room, looking up at the sky shrouded in hazy moonlight, the words Master just said kept echoing in his mind. Who dares to make an easy conclusion about how the future will develop? At this moment, endless thoughts flooded into his mind, making Xuanji fall into deep thinking...
The Demon Sect is really a stranger to him. This is the first time in the world that I have heard Master talk about it. I heard from Master’s words that their Taoism is very powerful!
The yard was silent. Xuanji walked into the room, closed the door, and opened it! The master gave him the training formulas and techniques, and he memorized them silently.
As the night got darker and darker, Xuanji leaned on the table and fell asleep without knowing it.
Qixuanmen was silent, and the noise and arguments during the day quietly dispersed in the night.