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Chapter 972 Entry Assessment(2/2)

That was a familiar face, and it was actually the old man outside Liuyun City who reminded him to participate in the audition, and who secretly sent a message with his spiritual mind inside Qingyun City, telling him not to reveal his true identity.

The old man has a slender figure, a clear face, and a rather immortal air.

At this time, she was looking at him with a smile, her eyes were particularly gentle.

The five people landed on the cliff, and the two elders and deacons immediately came forward and bowed to pay homage.

"Meet the leader, the first one at Luoxia Peak, the first one at Benlei Peak, the first one at Yunhai Peak, and the first one at Zhenwu Peak."

The four leaders nodded, and Master Qingxuan, the headmaster of Qingyun Peak, said calmly: "No need to be polite. What is the proportion of the disciples in this audition who have entered the Holy Realm?"

"Back to the teacher, the test has not been completed yet. Judging from the current situation, it is only one-tenth."

An elder said this.

"Hey, it is indeed a bit low. The fresh blood we have attracted over the years has lagged behind other forces. Fortunately, we recruited Qin Yi and others ten years ago. Otherwise, this generation would have lagged far behind others. The four sects

During the martial arts competition, you will inevitably be ridiculed by people from the other three major forces." Master Qingxuan sighed.

Master Yunyin, the leader of Yunhai Peak, heard this and said: "In terms of overall strength, I am not weaker than them, but the new generation has fallen behind in recent years. For hundreds of years, I, Qingyun, have never raised my head in nineteen consecutive martial arts competitions.

, either third or fourth..."

"Hmph! In the past few hundred years, if Zhenwu Peak hadn't produced outstanding disciples and held us back, how could we be either at the bottom or second to last? Even if we can't get first place, second place is always okay!"

The leader of Benlei Peak, Benlei Man, had a hot temper and was always holding a grudge in his heart. He did not show any dignity in front of the leader of Zhenwu Peak and scolded him in public.

"My Zhenwu Peak's Kung Fu is special. You don't know. If we could recruit suitable talents, why would we end up like this? Don't our disciples of Zhenwu Peak work hard? Although they lost, they never brought shame to the sect!" Zhenwu Peak

The first Chengyuan Master lost his usual gentleness, his facial muscles were beating, and his eyes were full of anger.

Which pot does Ben Lei Zhenren not open and lift?

After so many martial arts competitions, he, Zhenwu Peak, never flinched. The disciples of Zhenwu Peak all fought until the last moment, until they were seriously injured and fell to the ground, unable to get up.

As a result, I was left with serious hidden illnesses, making it difficult to make progress throughout my life.

Many of his disciples became depressed and unhappy as a result, leading to aggravation of hidden illnesses and premature death.

This is the pain and haze that cannot be erased from his heart!

"Isn't it because of your Zhenwu Peak Kung Fu? I have long advised you to abandon the Zhenwu Sword Technique, but you insist on insisting on it. I think the Zhenwu Feng technique of your lineage has no merit!"

“Whether it has any merit, you’ll know after you try it!”

The heavy sword on Master Chengyuan's back trembled slightly, and a sword intent as heavy as a mountain and suffocating spread out.

"Nonsense!" Master Qingxuan, the master, stopped with a stern face and said: "You are all thousands of years old, are you going to make a joke in front of the disciples? Junior Brother Chengyuan, don't argue with Junior Brother Benlei.

, he just has such a bad temper and speaks uncontrollably."

Those who were testing the realm and those who had already tested were all shocked by the sword intent. At that moment, they felt as if there was an invisible mountain pressing down on them, making them unable to breathe at all.

"This Zhenwu Sword Intent is quite good, quite domineering..."

Jun Wuxie was shocked. A sect like Qingyun Dongtian shouldn't have this level of swordsmanship.

It's not that Zhenwu Sword Intent is so profound. After all, the techniques he practices are all at the strongest level, so naturally he doesn't like Zhenwu Sword Technique.

Rather, the level of Zhenwu Sword Technique completely exceeds the level of skills that a force like Qingyun Dongtian can possess.

He was thinking, if it weren't for the special way of practicing the Zhenwu Sword Art, which is not suitable for most people to practice, someone might have already coveted this sword art.

"The Zhenwu Sword Technique should be the strongest method among the five Qingyun lineages. Unfortunately, the Zhenwu lineage's status in Qingyun seems to be at the bottom..."

When the leader of Benlei Peak and the leader of Zhenwu Peak had a verbal argument, Jun Wuxie observed the expressions of the other leaders and it seemed that they also had prejudices against the Zhenwu Peak lineage, but they just didn't say it out loud.

The same goes for Qingyun's headmaster. Otherwise, he should have stopped Na Benlei Peak when he didn't say the first sentence. Why would he be allowed to say the second sentence? Those words are hurtful every time.
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