C41 The Name Is Famous in Qingyun

Nan Rong and the other two were very difficult to deal with, but in the end, they were still defeated by the three of them. The top ten elite disciples had finished their fight. It would also take seven days for the last ten to fight.

Seeing that the four of them had successfully entered the top ten, Lu Qingfeng felt relieved. The four of them had consumed a great deal of true essence during the match, especially Duanmu Xiaoyun. His true essence was already exhausted and in urgent need of recovery. Lu Qingfeng had no intention of disturbing them and left the plaza alone, returning to his own cave abode.

He did not enter his room. Instead, he stood on the small training field outside his cave. He took off the Golden Lotus Sword on his back and began to slowly dance with it.

As time slowly passed by, the Tai Yi Mysterious Gate Sword had already changed from its original state. It was now even more elegant and graceful than its original sword art, it was even more mysterious and unfathomable.

For example, a sword point of three stars. From the original right hand holding the sword pointing downwards three times to the right, it turned into three consecutive sword strikes aimed at the opponent's upper, middle, and lower dantian.

In his previous life, Lu Qingfeng was completely incapable of such a feat. The current him had already far surpassed the level of a grandmaster. When the three sword strikes were thrust out at almost the same time, he was unable to sense the interval of time.

When he had practiced to the point where he could sweep away an entire army of enemies, Lu Qingfeng had poured a trace of metal-attribute true essence into the Golden Lotus Sword.

In the blink of an eye, the hundreds of trees surrounding the cave began to shake violently. Countless leaves that had already turned golden in color began to fall.

From his point of view, it was as if time had already become constant. Each time the Golden Lotus Sword swung out, it had already become a subconscious action, as if there was an invisible will controlling his body. Every time he thrust out his sword, it seemed as if he was swinging at will, giving off an incomparably harmonious and natural feeling.

On the morning of the seventh day, Lu Qingfeng stopped. Calculating the time, today was the day when true disciples competed in martial arts competition, so it was better to leave the mountain earlier.

The number of true disciples should be one hundred and twenty-nine, because there was less of the South Leong Jingxuan, thus becoming one hundred and twenty-eight people. The number of true disciples should be one hundred and twenty-eight, because the number of true disciples would be one hundred and twenty-eight, and the number of true disciples would be one hundred and twenty-eight.

In the first three rounds of the true disciples' competition, there was a knockout system, and after the third round there would still be sixteen people left. These sixteen people had a point system, the victor would get two points, the winner would get one point, and the loser would get zero points.

The first three rounds of the competition were no different from the previous rounds. When it came to the point system, there was a change. Every person only fought one match a day. Everyone had to finish 15 matches before the final total points would appear.

In other words, when the point system was established, every day, there would be eight pairs of true disciples competing with each other. This required fifteen days, and in addition to the first three rounds, there were also eighteen days.

Lu Qingfeng walked along one of the eight private passages towards the battling platform. Separated by the fence, he could see the Successor Disciples inside. Right now, it was still early for the martial competition, and some of the Successor Disciples hadn't arrived yet.

Out of boredom, he couldn't help but look outside the fence. After what happened at the Deathmatch Battlestage, Lu Qingfeng had become a public figure of the Clear Cloud Sword Sect. When he turned around to look outside, he was met with countless burning gazes.

There was envy, adoration, respect, and many other beautiful girls. They all looked at Lu Qingfeng with adoration in their eyes.

While Lu Qingfeng was looking outside, all of the true disciples had arrived. In the first round of drawing, Lu Qingfeng had drawn number six, and he was going to compete with number five.

Very soon, the first two pairs of true disciples had finished their sparring. When the time came for Lu Qingfeng to call out his name, he had already jumped onto the stage. He stood at a corner of the stage and looked across.

At this time, the opponent had also gone up on stage and said to Lu Qingfeng: "Junior Zheng Wanjun, Sovereign's Thirteenth Disciple. Senior Lu, please give me some pointers and please show mercy."

Lu Qingfeng slightly smiled and said: "Junior brother is too modest, please make your move." While Lu Qingfeng was speaking, Zheng Wanjun had already raised the long sword in his hand, which was high up in the air. The sword was glowing with a red light, and it was obvious that it had already been infused with true essence.

Just at this time, Lu Qingfeng moved, he used the Lightning Tracking Steps, and instantly arrived in front of Zheng Wanjun, he raised his fist and punched towards Zheng Wanjun's face, the move of the White Ape was unleashed, it was as fast as lightning, as fast as a meteor, like a huge torrent, its fist flashed with a silver white light, and the shadow of the fist quickly enlarged in front of Zheng Wanjun.

Zheng Wanjun had no choice but to stop his sword that was about to cut down, and hastily dodged to the side, but he was still a step too late. Lu Qingfeng's punch landed on his left shoulder, and with a dull thud, Zheng Wanjun was sent flying off the stage.

Lu Qingfeng was currently at the peak of the initial stage of the Mystic realm while Zheng Wanjun was at the late stage of the Mystic realm. Lu Qingfeng was standing still with the help of the [Tyrant Body Technique], unable to do anything to Lu Qingfeng. The [Tyrant Body Technique] did not only train one's physical body, it also allowed one's strength to increase rapidly.

In the instant that Lu Qingfeng's fist had come into contact with Zheng Wanjun's body, he had dispersed the true essence sword qi on his fist and had sent Zheng Wanjun flying with just his bare flesh. They were both fellow disciples of the same sect, and Lu Qingfeng didn't wish to hurt them.

Zheng Wanjun rolled over and stood up from the ground, his left shoulder still numb. He saw Lu Qingfeng's earlier punch, the silver white light on his fist suddenly disappeared, and he knew that his subordinate had asked him to stay. He could not help but look towards Lu Qingfeng, cupping his fists from a distance to express his gratitude.

The first round of the battle between 128 true disciples took 12 hours. It was already November, and a bright moon shone down on the entire square. The sky was filled with twinkling stars.

Although the weather was a little cold, the tens of thousands of inner and outer disciples were still immersed in the wonderful fights. The square was very quiet and could be easily heard without any restrictions.

These people were sitting cross-legged in the public square. Scenes were constantly replaying in their mind like illusory lights. It was obvious that they had already entered into a state of cultivation that had completely forgotten themselves. The fact that tens of thousands of people were training at the same time was something that had never happened in the history of the Greencloud Sword Sect. Today was the first time in history.

Seeing such a situation, Lu Qingfeng did not leave. He sat cross-legged outside the fence, slowly circulating the cultivation path of the Tyrant Body Technique that he cultivated in his body.

He used his Spiritual Sense and every time he circulated one cycle, new light spots would be produced. Silver, green, blue, red, yellow, these five colors were gorgeous, as if they were interweaving with the stars in the sky.

After a whole night of cultivation, Lu Qingfeng's spirit was abnormally high. The tens of thousands of disciples in the plaza opened their eyes, ready to watch an even more exciting battle.

The sixty-four people drew their lots very quickly. Lu Qingfeng had drawn number one. His opponent was a disciple under the great elder Guo Tianshan. His name was Liang Bo, and he was at the peak of the truth realm.

Soon, the two of them started fighting. The long sword in Liang Bo's hand flashed with a fiery red light as it hacked, hacked, stabbed, and stabbed towards Lu Qingfeng. Lu Qingfeng performed his' Character Steps' and 'Dodging Steps', nimbly dodging Liang Bo's attacks.

Lu Qingfeng did not draw out the Golden Lotus Sword on his back, because Liang Bo's fighting strength was truly too low, and was not worth it for him to use his sword. Until now, Lu Qingfeng had not even used a single strand of true essence, and had only relied on his tyrannical body to contend with the sword.

Lu Qingfeng did not send a punch flying towards Liang Bo because he did not want to embarrass the Grand Elder. Seeing dozens of moves go by, when Liang Bo once again thrust towards Lu Qingfeng, Lu Qingfeng quickly dodged to the left. At the same time, his left hand formed the shape of a sword finger, rapidly piercing towards the acupoint on his wrist.

Lu Qingfeng stretched out his right hand and grabbed Liang Bo's wrist, twisting it behind him. He lifted his right leg and kicked Liang Bo in the buttocks. Lu Qingfeng firmly kicked Liang Bo, sending him flying off the stage.

The Green Cloud Divine Hall was still floating in the square, the ten elders and Leng Xue Han were all watching the competition. Leng Rushuang stood behind Leng Xue Han, her beautiful eyes constantly following Lu Qingfeng's movements, as a strange color flashed in her eyes. It was unknown what she was thinking about, but her face would occasionally turn slightly red.

Seeing Liang Bo being kicked off the battling platform, Guo Tianshan and Xu Ruo Jun turned to look at Xu Ruo Jun and said with a smile: "Junior Brother, this disciple of yours is not simple at all. After these two rounds, it's like playing around."

Xu Rujun smiled, "Senior Brother, what you said is not right. In my opinion, Qing Feng is not messing with Liang Bo, he is just trying to make sure that senior brother won't be embarrassed. Think about it, Qing Feng sent Liang Bo flying with a punch." Guo Tianshan poked Xu Rujun with his finger, then smiled and said nothing.

The second round of sixty-four to thirty-two battles had already ended in the evening. The remaining time was still left to practice the Tyrant Body Technique.

Soon, the third round of the competition had arrived. Lu Qingfeng drew lot number one and flew up onto the battling platform. Looking at the other party, he saw that the person was looking at Lu Qingfeng with a sinister look, as if there was an unresolvable contradiction in his expression.

He heard the person in front of him say: "I am Hong Tao, the tenth disciple under Ninth Elder. I had the opportunity to seek guidance from Senior Martial Brother Lu."

Lu Qingfeng smiled, looked at Hong Tao and said: "In that case, Senior Martial Brother Hong, under Ninth Elder's tutelage, I have always taken good care of you. Please make the first move."

Lu Qingfeng was still standing on the spot, quietly waiting for the other party to come closer. Facing the longsword that was glowing with a silvery white light, Lu Qingfeng did not dodge at all, until the tip of the sword was less than three inches away from his forehead. He slightly tilted his head, squatted down, and clenched his fists.

Lu Qingfeng did not have the slightest bit of mercy towards the disciple who would not regret. The two of them had already reached a situation where there would be no end to their lives.

With a move, Double Peak Bow of the Sun, a muffled sound could be heard and Hong Tao's dantian was instantly pierced through by the sword energy. The long sword in Hong Tao's hand powerlessly drooped down. He withdrew his fists, raised his right leg, and ruthlessly kicked at Hong Tao's chest.

Hong Tao's body was like a kite with its string cut as he flew diagonally into the distance. Only when his entire body flew into the air did he hear a scream from Hong Tao.

The rules of the Qingyun Sword Sect were like this: as long as a person did not die, it was not against the rules. After crippling his Dantian, he did not die, so Lu Qingfeng was very calm in his heart.

Ninth Elder would never regret sitting on the Green Cloud Divine Hall and witnessing the entire process of her disciple being crippled. She was so angry that her entire body was trembling.

With the intent to fly down and kill Lu Qingfeng with a single palm, how could he allow Xu Rujun to stare at him like a tiger eyeing its prey? If that really happened, not only would Lu Qingfeng die, he would only end up as a laughingstock.

The third round's competition was even quicker. It was already over before noon, and yet another disciple who he absolutely did not regret had been crippled. Lu Qingfeng felt indescribably carefree in his heart. In high spirits, he called for Nan Rong Lin, Duanmu, and the other two to come to the restaurant of the elite disciples of the Dusk Peak.

Time flew. In the blink of an eye, the fourth day had arrived. From today onwards, the 16 true disciples would compete with each other. Every person would compete in one match every day, and every day would be eight matches. They would use sixteen days of competition to finish, and then, according to the ranking of the points, they would rank in the top ten.

Lu Qingfeng was the first to go on stage. His opponent today was Ninth Elder's disciple, Mu Huairen. Lu Qingfeng stood at the edge of the dueling platform, quietly watching Mu Huairen. Mu Huairen was at the peak of the Mysterious Truth Realm, and was one of the only sixteen true disciple left.

Mu Huairen was also looking at Lu Qingfeng with a hateful gaze. He did not even need to introduce himself to know who the other party was. That was because the referee had already announced their names and identities before he ascended the stage. The two sides had nothing better to say, so they drew their swords and began to fight.

Lu Qingfeng no longer held back and directly took out his Golden Lotus Sword. He activated the evolved version of the Tai Yi Xuan Gate's sword, causing all the disciples below the stage to be dazzled by the scene before them.

Mu Huairen's true strength had also exceeded his level. He believed that ordinary cultivators at the peak of the Mysterious Truth Realm would not be his match.

The two people on the battling platform clashed back and forth. Fiery-red and multicolored rays of light mixed together, and the sound of clashing metals could be heard from time to time.

While Lu Qingfeng was fighting, he was thinking of a strategy: "It seems like this guy also has the ability to challenge those who are stronger than him. It's easy to defeat him, but I just need to figure out which method to use."

As he thought, the Golden Lotus Sword attacked step by step. It did not give Mu Huairen any time to catch his breath. Even if it was a competition of true essence, Lu Qingfeng would be able to drag out Mu Huairen.

In the blink of an eye, an hour had passed. The outcome of the battle was still not decided. Looking at Mu Huairen's pale face, Lu Qingfeng was still in an excited state.

Lu Qingfeng was constantly observing Mu Huairen. He could not let Mu Huairen's Quintessential Essence run dry. If that happened, he might admit defeat. If that were to happen, he would not be able to achieve his goals.

With that thought, the Golden Lotus Sword swept out and the evolved version of Confinement was released. Countless bright silver sword beams shot straight at Mu Huairen. At the same time, he used Lightning Tracking Steps to chase after the bright silver sword beams.

Mu Huairen was still desperately defending against the silver-white sword beam. Lu Qingfeng was already in front of him as he cast the evolved version of the three star sword point. Three tiny silver points of light flashed with a glaring brilliance as they shot straight at Mu Huairen's three dantians.

Subconsciously sensing that danger was approaching, Mu Huairen could not help but turn his head to the side. However, he was unable to dodge the other two attacks, and with two soft puffing sounds, both Huang Ting and Guan Yuan were hit. Following that, Lu Qingfeng raised his leg and kicked Mu Huairen's lower abdomen, sending him flying into the air.

He could no longer endure the regret in the Green Cloud Divine Hall. All three disciples had been destroyed by Lu Qingfeng and he had reached the limits of his endurance.

Suddenly, he stood up and looked at Lu Qingfeng, who was below, with a ferocious expression. He gnashed his teeth and said, "Lu Qingfeng, little bastard, if I don't kill you, I swear I won't kill you." As he spoke, he prepared to leap into the air.

Guo Tieshan said, "No regrets. You can sit down now, in front of all the disciples. Don't you feel that you've lost your identity?"

Wan Wuyi angrily snorted, "Great Elder, why is it that among all the disciples that want to compete with him, only my disciple had a crippled Dantian?"

He only heard Xu Rujun say: "The martial arts competition has some injuries, it's unavoidable. The other disciples that fought with Lu Qingfeng were also injured, and it's not just your disciples. As for the destruction of their Dantian, it can only be said that their fate is not good. As long as they don't lose their lives, it's not a violation of the rules. If you can do it, you can also get your disciple to cripple my disciple.

There were endless quarrels in the palace. The first day of the true disciple competition had already ended. Lu Qingfeng's mood became even more excited as he called his best friends back for a triumphant return.

Since Mu Huairen was crippled, he could no longer participate in the martial arts competition. This way, the other fifteen Successor Disciples would compete with each other one less. They would be missing two points compared to Lu Qingfeng.

In the blink of an eye, fourteen days had passed. Lu Qingfeng had advanced by leaps and bounds. He had defeated his opponent in all of the fourteen battles, accumulating 28 points.

Lu Qingfeng was still the first to go on stage. His opponent was the ninth disciple of the seventh elder, Xia Yan, who had cultivated for almost a hundred years, and had displayed exceptional talent when he had just entered the Greencloud Sword Sect. He hadn't expected that after breaking through to the Mysterious Reality Stage, his progress would be very slow.

Not to mention that Xia Yan's cultivation realm was two small steps higher than Lu Qingfeng's, but not only was his cultivation level higher than Lu Qingfeng's, but he had also trained for more than a hundred years. In terms of experience, he was also much richer than Lu Qingfeng.

Lu Qingfeng thought for a long time and decided to keep wasting time with him. Until he ran out of Xia Yan's true essence, those who cultivated with the same five attributes would have a much denser true essence than others.

Two hours later, Xia Yan's expression became sluggish. Lu Qingfeng saw that the time was right, so he suddenly swung his Golden Lotus Sword and unleashed his self-created Great Wave Surge Slaughtering Technique. The light blue ripples rushed towards Xia Yan, and the three ripples instantly merged together, multiplying their speed in an instant and attacking Xia Yan's body in the blink of an eye.

He only saw Xia Yan being catapulted away as if something had shot him. With a 'sou' sound, Xia Yan had already disappeared without a trace. By the time he was discovered, he was already 1000 meters away.

Lu Qingfeng had finished his martial arts competition, and with a perfect score of 30 points, he had successfully become the first ranked disciple of the Clear Cloud Sword Sect. Lu Qingfeng had just finished his martial arts competition, and the entire square was in an uproar.