C563 Storm

Time flew as the sun rose and the moon rose. Ten days passed in a hurry.

The core disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect were in an uproar. Early in the morning, even before the sun rose, this place was already packed with people. It wasn't because of anything else, but because of the Martial Dao Tea Party, which might become famous in a short period of time.

There were not many buildings in front of them. In fact, it could be said that they were scarce. There was only the Ten Direction Battle Ring.

There were five spots for each sect in Martial Dao Tea Party. Three of them had already been occupied by the 'disciples' of the sect. The remaining two were chosen from the core camp. Two spots were selected from the hundred people. The method was very simple. It was to guard the arena. As long as one persisted until the end of the arena, he would be able to advance successfully.

The ten people who had successfully advanced would then compete in the second round, and determine the top five. The top five would fight once again. Until the two people who had won in the end.

As for who would defend the ring, it would be determined by the elders of the sect. However, it was easy to guess who would win.

When the sun was high in the sky.

A young man in white clothes appeared in the crowd. The young man looked around curiously. This was the first time he had come to the core disciple area of the sect. This was indeed the core area. The quality and strength of the students were much better than those in the inner sect. Those who could survive here were at least Great Sword Master Stage warriors.

"The core disciple area is indeed different from the ordinary areas!" White Clouthed Young Man muttered to himself, "Let's not talk about anything else, just the natural spiritual energy here is far superior to those in the inner sect area, let alone the outer sect area. "

Everyone knew that the richer the natural spiritual energy was, the more beneficial it would be for a person's martial arts. It was not an exaggeration to say that it would play a decisive role at some point in time. He roughly calculated that the density of the natural spiritual energy in the core area was five times that of the inner sect area, and ten times that of the outer sect area!

No wonder so many people squeezed their way into the core zone to cultivate. The difference between the spiritual energy and the core zone was obvious. For the same person, it could save at least five years, or even ten years.

This White Clouthed Young Man! He was none other than Jian Ao, who had hurried down from Pill Peak.

He only came after he calculated the time. He didn't think that he was as stupid as the others, standing there foolishly under the sun. It would be dark - - - -although dark was healthier. However, wouldn't a fair figure be more likable to a woman?

Jian Ao's frivolous appearance meant that he was a gigolo, and he wanted to be kept as a mistress. A sugar baby!

Jian Ao had just arrived not long ago. They were the leaders of the group. One of them was the Sect Chief, Han Qing. Such a big event naturally attracted his attention. Next to him was Zhuge Liuyun. Jian Ao even saw a few people in alchemist robes. Without a doubt, they were alchemists.

As for why alchemists would appear, it was obvious after thinking about it for a moment. Guarding the arena and fighting in the arena was also a battle. Since it was a battle, there was no avoiding injuries. At this time, the role of alchemists was to appear. They could use the fastest time to treat the injured, so that they could fight in the shortest amount of time.

The Martial Dao Tea Party was trying to help the sect regain face, and it was also testing their own golden age. Each and every one of them was full of energy, and they had the momentum to soar into the sky.

On the arena, they would attack with all their strength. Even if they used some forbidden techniques, they wouldn't hesitate to do so.

This was because the quota of the Martial Dao Tea Party would allow them to advance further. At least, it would allow their horizons to be broadened a lot, and they would also have a breakthrough in their mental state.

"Everyone, the once every three years of the Martial Dao Tea Party will be held in no time. " The Sect Chief, Han Qing, once again gave a long speech. It couldn't be helped, this was his duty.

"I won't say much nonsense. Now, I will announce the ten people guarding the arena!"

A piece of paper appeared on the stage. He held it in his hand. "The first arena, Han Shiyun. "

Swoosh!

A piercing sound was heard, and a young man appeared on the first arena.

Jian Ao looked over. Surprisingly, his cultivation base had reached the Great Sword Master Peak, and his aura was faintly fused with the heaven and earth. He was almost able to break through to the Sword General.

His appearance was similar to Han Qing's. Obviously, this was the eldest son of the Sect Chief, Han Qing, and also Han Shizhong's elder brother.

Following Han Shiyun's appearance, the crowd burst into loud noises. Being selected as the stage defender was a symbol of strength.

And Han Shiyun did indeed have the strength to do so. His sword technique was superb to the acme of perfection. People called him "Floating Cloud Swordsman. " As the name implied, his sword was very fast, like floating clouds, fleeting.

"Second ring, Feng Piaoyu. "

Another figure appeared. His whereabouts were strange. Like a gust of wind, he landed on the ring. It was a woman.

The woman's face wasn't very beautiful, but it was pure. It matched perfectly with her long hair.

After that, Han Qing said a few more names.

Jian Ao found out that those who were chosen were all Great Sword Master Peak warriors. Obviously, in the core camp, those who could reach this level were extremely powerful. One should know that even those who were competing for that level of strength were only Great Seventh Level of Sword Master Stage warriors.

"Tenth. . . " Sect Chief Han Qing paused for a moment.

In the crowd below, a man in a brown robe was looking at Han Qing with a red face. His eyes were filled with desire. He was ranked tenth in the core disciples' camp, and the one who was chosen to be ranked first was him.

He believed that he was the tenth person in charge of the arena. The people beside him also noticed this and congratulated him.

"Senior Brother Lu, congratulations!"

"Senior Brother Lu, this tenth person guarding the arena must be you!"

"Senior Brother Lu, if you meet him, please show mercy!"

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The one called Senior Brother Lu, Lu Ming, responded to each of them with a smile on his face. There was a proud look in his eyes as he looked at Han Qing with anticipation.

He also thought that he was the only one in charge of the tenth stage!

Jian Ao shrugged his shoulders when he heard that. He thought to himself: Idealism is full, but reality is cruel! This tenth stage keeper has already been decided, you should save your heart!

Han Qing naturally heard the voices from below. He smiled and said, "Jian Ao!"

The bustling crowd suddenly became quiet, so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. You look at me, I look at you, I don't even know who this Jian Ao is, and where he came from.

The most awkward one was none other than Lu Ming, who wore a brown robe. His face was red and livid.

The tenth guardian wasn't him. He was the one who took the tenth defender's position. What right did he have to be able to do such a thing! He had never even heard of it!

Jian Ao walked towards Lu Ming and patted his shoulder. He said with concern, "Don't be sad. Let me tell you that this last spot is predetermined. It is destined that you will not have a share! Although your strength is not bad, However, compared to me, it is still much worse. I think you should go back and forth from where you came from! "

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Lu Ming's face turned red again. At this moment, he was angry. It was obvious from his words that he was that Jian Ao. But look at what he said - the quota was fixed? Was he saying that there was an inside story behind this? His own strength was weaker than his - although he couldn't see through his cultivation base. But how could he say that? Where could he go back and forth - - - was he saying that he was inferior to him?

Those who were able to enter the core disciples' camp more or less called themselves geniuses. They were unwilling to admit that they were inferior to others, nor did they want to admit it. However, now, in front of the entire core disciples, he was openly called inferior to them.

How could Lu Ming accept this?

He angrily rebuked, "What did you say? If you have the guts, say it again!"

Jian Ao sighed as if it was a pity. "Why do you think people nowadays don't want to see themselves clearly? One must know that only by denying themselves first can they develop themselves! It's impossible for someone like you to have any room for improvement. "

He looked as if he had failed to meet his expectations. "Trust me, I'm telling the truth! I really am! I said those words for your own good. Look, I don't treat anyone else. I just had to say it to you. . . From this, it can be seen that I really care about you! I advise you to go back and forth from where you came from! "

Jian Ao was still really worried about him and cared about him. The former could be considered to have observed countless people and had good eyesight. With just a glance, he could tell that this person's temperament was not very strong. It could even be said that he was weak. If he were to be defeated by an unknown disciple like himself in the arena with a single sword strike, wouldn't he cry, cause a ruckus, and hang himself? Then, he would die!

He was a good person, so he couldn't just let others die for him. This would make him feel very uncomfortable!

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Lu Ming wished he could kill this crazy man in white with a single sword strike. You said it was because he cared about me - - To say that he was inferior to you in front of so many people. . . You're not slapping me in the face anymore, your way of caring is still very special!

Lu Ming spoke directly to the Sect Master, Han Qing, who was in a high position, "Sect Master, please chase this crazy man out of the Heavenly Sword Sect's core disciples' camp. His existence is really immoral! It's an insult to the image of the Heavenly Sword Sect!" That's right, that was what he thought in his heart. A madman, a madman. This was the White Clouthed Young Man in front of him.

He wasn't the only one who felt the same way. The others also felt the same way.

They could see that this White Clouthed Young Man in front of them was much younger than them. Although they still couldn't see through White Clouthed Young Man's cultivation base, they refused to believe that White Clouthed Young Man's cultivation base was higher than theirs, and his strength was greater than theirs.

Sometimes, strength and age were proportionate!

Lu Ming was ranked in the top ten among all the core disciples. Although it was only in terms of cultivation base, cultivation base also represented strength. If this young man in front of them really had the strength to defeat Lu Ming, then didn't that mean that he also had the qualifications to defeat most of the core disciples?

How was this possible! They wouldn't believe it even if they were beaten to death!

Jian Ao frowned. "I care about you kindly! Why did you scold me?! This is very immoral, you know? Hurry up and apologize to me. Otherwise, I won't care about you anymore!"

Lu Ming curled his lips. Why should I need your concern?