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The mountain was quiet and secluded, with flowers and plants everywhere. Many warriors would come here every morning to train and cultivate, and each of them would occupy a vast area, where no one would disturb each other.

After leaving Yu'er's Breakfast Shop, Ye Qingdi jogged out of the city. He followed a rugged mountain path and entered the depths of the Pagoda Mountain. Finally, he stopped on a small flat hill that had a few ancient trees growing on it.

This hill was the cultivation training spot set by Emperor Ye Qing. Almost every morning before dawn, he would rush here to train under the ancient maple tree on the hill, never resting until he was exhausted.

At this time, there were no longer any warriors left in the mountain. Occasionally, a few small animals would pop out from the bushes. After they saw Ye Qingdi, they immediately ran into the grass in panic.

The mist lingering around the mountain was gradually dissipating. The sunlight penetrated through the clouds and shone on the crystal dew between the flowers and trees, giving off a colorful light. It seemed dreamy and magical, bewitching and enchanting.

Ye Qingdi had rushed all the way from True Martial University. His clothes were soaked in sweat and he was exhausted. No matter how beautiful the scenery around him was, he was not in the mood to admire it.

"If I can't pass the Genuine Martial School's strength test, then it means I have lost my qualifications to participate in the college entrance exam. Is it really as the Federation doctors said, that I, Ye Qingdi, will spend my life in a mediocre and ordinary situation?" However... I can't accept it! "

The corner of Ye Qingdi's mouth twitched, showing a trace of helpless and bitter smile. He weakly lied on the blade of grass under his body.

When he was six years old, Ye Qingdi was diagnosed with the "Pulse Cutting disease". This kind of rare disease not only affected his health but also severely hindered his martial arts cultivation, causing him to put in more effort than his peers. However, his power progress was still far behind theirs.

A physician from the Federation once asserted that no matter how hard Ye Qingdi worked, it was difficult for him to achieve a breakthrough in martial arts. In the end, it was considered a miracle for him to be able to break through into the rank 3 Star rank in the Federation.

If it was anyone else, they would have already been crushed by such a heavy blow and would not have been able to recover from it. However, Ye Qingdi had a strong conviction that he would never admit defeat and would never give up, and had persisted until now.

Ye Qingdi believed in miracles, so he waited.

But when would a miracle happen?

A gust of wind blew past, causing Ye Qingdi to shiver uncontrollably.

It was not cold, but cold!

… ….

When the mountain mist dissipated, the sunlight became blinding. Ye Qingdi withdrew his flying thoughts and sat up, preparing to first practice the Buddhist mental cultivation technique "Muscle Meridian Rebirth Scroll", then diligently practice the "Tathagata Seven Star Fist" and return to the city in the evening before sunset.

He had just sat down cross-legged when he noticed two flames rapidly approaching from the west. With a speed so fast that it was dazzling, they jumped up and down in the mountains. In the blink of an eye, they landed on two nearby mountain peaks.

"Then... What is that? "What a fast speed!"

Ye Qingdi suddenly stood up and looked carefully. Only then did he realize that the two light beams were actually two human figures.

The two stood straight and straight, facing each other from a distance. Their light clothes fluttered in the wind, as if they were flying into the heavens.

A sharp whistle sounded, and the two people standing on the mountain peak shot out once again. This time, they did not carry out the game of one versus one. Instead, they brought along the might of thunder and fiercely collided with each other with the force of lightning.

"Boom …"

Smoke bloomed in the air, and the collision between the two exploded into a dazzling blast of air, which then rippled and spread in all directions.

The two of them seemed to be a pair of mortal enemies. Their bodies were separated into two groups, regardless of whether it was close combat or air attacks, they were both trying their best to restrain each other.

Every time they made a move, the result was the result of an avalanche. Smoke and dust violently danced, and stone chips flew everywhere. The entire earth seemed to be trembling because of this.

Heavens, what level of strength had they reached?

They are star level fighters? No, the strength of a Star rank couldn't even be compared to theirs!

They were Yang Level martial artists? No, that's not right. A Yang Level martial artist should be much more powerful than them!

"Their strength is both stronger than a Star level fighter and weaker than a Sun level fighter, they should be at least a Moon level fighter between the two levels right?" Ye Qingdi was dumbstruck as he looked at the two in the middle of the battle. He could only make wild guesses based on his intuition.

There were tens of millions of warriors in the Federation. According to the individual's strength, they were divided into three levels: Star, Moon, and Sun. Star level warriors were the weakest, and Moon level warriors were second, and Sun level warriors were the strongest.

And the three great levels were divided into different levels.

Astronomers divided the stars in the sky into six grades according to the degree of light seen by the naked eye. The darkest and brightest were the sixth-grade stars and the brightest were the first-grade stars in the sky. The Federation also divided the star fighters into six grades, from the sixth-grade stars to the first-grade stars.

Ye Qingdi's guess was right. The two warriors in front of him belonged to the Moon Level. They had the strength of a Moon Slayer. The only difference between them was that one of them trained in ancient martial arts, while the other one trained in new martial arts.

Although a Moon Level martial artist didn't have the same extraordinary strength and fame as a Sun Level martial artist, they were still considered to be a powerful level of existence within the Federation's tens of millions of martial artists. Their strength could not be underestimated.

The strongest martial artist Ye Qingdi had met before was his high school's ancient martial arts teacher, a level one star warrior of the federation. This was the first time he had witnessed a fight between two moon level martial artists, and he could only feel the word "shock" in his heart.

"Bang …"

Suddenly, the ground shook. Two crescent moon martial practitioners jumped off the peak and landed on the empty ground in front of them at the same time. They were like two huge boulders that fell from the sky, causing the ground to crack open and spread in all directions like a spider web.

"Good boy, you're so amazing! "Oh, my god!"

Ye Qingdi, who was hiding behind a huge rock, looked at the two martial artists with his mouth agape. His heart was beating rapidly, and the blood in his body was boiling up along with the violent air waves and deafening explosions.

The two Paralympic Moon Warriors attacked each other from a distance, sending out streams of energy that continuously collided in the air. Then, with the point of impact as the center, the energy turned into shock waves that spread out in all directions.

The Paralympic Moon Swordsmen possessed a strength that many warriors of the federation couldn't hope to match. Even the hard metal would shatter into pieces under their attacks, not to mention the vegetation around them.

Suddenly, a stream of energy shot out diagonally and hit the huge rock in front of Ye Qingdi. The rock could not stand it any longer and turned into dust, filling up the air for a long time.

Ye Qingdi was caught off guard. His body was affected by the remaining strength of the Qi. He felt as if his chest was hit by a heavy hammer. With a groan, his body flew backwards and crashed into a thick ancient maple.

After trembling for a while, Gu Feng remained motionless. However, Ye Qingdi felt as if all the tendons and bones in his body had been broken. He could not help but spit out a cloud of blood and his vision darkened, almost fainting on the spot.

In a trance, he seemed to see a colored ball the size of an egg fly out from between the two Moon Slaughter martial artists. It drew an incomparably beautiful rainbow arc in the air before rapidly falling down towards him like a meteor.

Even if it was made of wood, when it hit the body it would cause a lot of damage. If one's head was unlucky enough to be hit by it, even if the head was bleeding light, they could still die on the spot if they suffered serious injuries.

"God, I hope that thing doesn't hit me!"

Ye Qingdi instinctively wanted to move his body to prevent the balls from actually landing on him, but right now, his entire body was numb and powerless, unable to move even a little bit. Even his neck had become as stiff as steel, and even if he tilted his head a little to the side, he would still be powerless.

Helpless, he could only desperately roll up his eyes and stare at the colorful ball that was falling like a bolt of lightning while silently praying in his heart.

There are a lot of things in the world, and the more you worry about it happening, the more likely it is to happen.

That colorful ball was falling down from the sky. The direction it was pointing towards was neither wrong nor wrong. It was actually the head of Ye Qingdi.

"It's over, it's over, we're going to be hit!" I'm so unlucky! "

In the midst of his shock, Ye Qingdi shut his eyes tightly, and a tragic scene of his brain being crushed and bleeding appeared in his mind.

Strangely, when the ball of light landed a foot above Ye Qingdi's head, it seemed to sense something and actually paused for a moment before smashing down with an even faster and fiercer force.

He did not experience the tragic scene he imagined, nor did he feel any pain. After the ball hit Ye Qingdi's head, it actually stuck itself onto his scalp.

This result was far beyond Ye Qingdi's expectations. He heaved a long sigh of relief as he thought to himself that he had been lucky.

A gust of mountain wind blew past. The colorful ball above Ye Qingdi's head suddenly started to shake. If Ye Qingdi could see it now, he would be surprised to find that the colorful ball was shrinking rapidly like melting snow. It disappeared in an instant.

At the same time the ball melted, Ye Qingdi felt streams of hot and cold qi entering his body from the "Baihui" on top of his head. It was as if his head was ripped open, causing him heart wrenching pain.

Due to the pain, Ye Qingdi's consciousness became a little blurry, but he could still clearly feel that the streams of air that had entered his body seemed to have a spiritual quality. They did not need any inner breathing method to guide them, instead, they circulated on their own, attacking the abnormal meridians in his body.

If the meridians of the human body were treated as hollow channels, then these 'channels' would not only be of varying lengths and thickness, but they would also intertwine and be extremely chaotic. Moreover, many of these 'channels' would be in a state of blocking and blocking.

On the surface, he looked skinny, and his complexion was poor. However, when it was reflected in his martial arts, he had achieved twice the results of his martial arts, and he had put in ten times more effort than others. However, the effect he received was not even a tenth of what others had.

And at this moment, the ball of light turned into a stream of energy that surged endlessly within his body, as if it was ambitious to help him open up and transform those abnormal meridians.

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