Chapter 445: Competition

At this moment, the Sixth Elder suddenly realized and quickly raised his hands towards Feng Buqun.

"Senior brother, you are very thoughtful!"

"In this case, there is no need for us brothers and sisters to compete!"

The two of them were secretly feeling miserable.

A figure flew over.

It was Zhong Qing.

Zhong Qing flew to the Great En Peak.

The figure settled on a high platform next to the arena.

It is rare that Xiao Hei Xiao Ga, who is always following us everywhere, was nowhere to be seen this time.

The two gadgets that each unlocked the magical power of space and the magical power of speed no longer stick to Zhong Qing's side every day.

Now I often fly out to play.

He seems to have a good relationship with the Ninth Elder in the sect, and they often go to nearby city-states to play together.

Every time he comes back, he is very considerate and brings some different types of drinks to Zhong Qing.

Zhong Qing couldn't help but sigh.

These two little guys are getting better and better now.

At this moment, Zhong Qing felt at ease without his follower.

He took out the sky-swallowing gourd and took a sip of the mellow wine inside.

The sky-swallowing gourd carries all things, but when it comes to Zhong Qing's hands, it is filled with wine.

They were all brought back by Xiaohei Xiaoga in recent days.

Zhong Qing couldn't help but smile after taking a sip.

"This wine tastes so good."

And under the high platform.

In the competition venue, Feng Buqun and the Sixth Elder looked at each other.

They all gave out smiles that only you and I understand.

Master is once again showing off the only sky-swallowing gourd he owns!

"Ahem, Master!"

"The competition venue has been prepared. All the brothers and sisters who were in the mountain gate today are here!"

Feng Buqun respectfully raised his hands and said.

Zhong Qing was condescending, sitting on the pony on the high platform, and nodded calmly.

He signaled to Feng Buqun to proceed normally.

Feng Buqun also nodded, then tapped his foot on the ground.

The figure was suspended in mid-air, and the clothes of the immortal wind and crane bones were swaying. He was taller than all the brothers in the field, but still lower than Zhong Qing who was on the high platform.

He spoke in a deep voice and read out the rules of this competition.

"Brothers, according to Master's will, we gather together today to hold a competition meeting."

"The competition is only for discussion, not life or death."

"We are all master's disciples, so there is no limit to the level of competition."

"Between brothers, if you want to show off and hone yourself, the first step is to compete with each other in pairs."

"Those who perform well among them will be rewarded by Master."

"Of course, to ensure that the competition is relatively fair."

"I and the elders serving in the sect will not participate in the competition."

After saying that, Feng Buqun turned his head and bowed to Zhong Qing.

Zhong Qing took a look and nodded.

Unexpectedly, Feng Buqun and the elders were quite humble.

As Feng Buqun finished explaining, a group of elders stood around the venue and took on the role of controller of the competition.

Feng Buqun did the same and stood aside with the Sixth Elder.

In the venue, someone soon took the initiative to stand up.

It was a young monk from the Three Yin Realm. He jumped out of the crowd with a light body.

It landed smoothly on the bluestone floor of the venue surrounded by everyone.

Being in the spotlight, he looked a little timid.

But he raised his head and looked at Zhong Qing, who nodded at him without hesitation.

In Feng Yu Sect.

If it were said that Feng Buqun and a group of elders might still have some nagging thoughts about Zhong Qing.

But to the younger generation of disciples, Zhong Qing is already a god-like existence.

At the age of double ten, he was surrounded by two ferocious beasts, and even the master of a sect was his disciple.

It is conceivable that the younger generation admires Zhong Qing.

After looking at Zhong Qing, the young monk was full of energy.

He looked around the whole place with his head held high.

"Hello, brothers and sisters! I am Master's disciple No. 12,778!"

"Who will spar with me?"

These twelve thousand ranked disciples are almost the youngest junior disciples.

As soon as he opened his mouth, another monk with a broad figure jumped in.

"Junior brother, I am your 8895th senior brother, and I will spar with you today!"

"Concession!"

The two men each retreated and were divided into opposite ends of the field.

They each saluted, then rushed towards each other to attack each other.

As Zhong Qing's disciples, the two of them were actually not inferior in strength.

The two of them didn't hold anything back, and they had a hearty battle.

The realm of the monks who emerged later was slightly higher, that is the realm of three Yangs.

The two of them each used the Phoenix Feather Sect's methods, and the colorful profound energy turned into pieces of flowing light and light feathers to attack each other.

At first, the senior brother who came out later was a little cautious.

It was clear that he was not treated with the full strength of the Three Yang Realm.

But soon, the young junior brother began to move around.

"What a fast pace. Whose disciple is this?"

Feng Buqun spoke in appreciation, and the seventh elder not far away smiled extremely indifferently.

"Exactly from my teachings."

He was able to be accepted as Zhong Qing's disciple according to his seniority in the sect.

Either his cultivation is outstanding, or his talent is astonishing.

This little monk from the Three Yin Realm obviously belongs to the latter.

His rapid speed made many brothers in the field stunned.

As the battle deepened.

The young disciple's figure became faster and faster, and the senior brother who came out later fell on the open ground several times in a row.

"Senior brother, thank you!"

The young disciple became more and more comfortable.

The senior brother on the opposite side was not too anxious. Although his figure was slower, the countless attacks bombarded him, but obviously did not cause any substantial damage.

Even his clothes were not damaged.

The reason for this.

Not only is there a difference in cultivation between the Three Yin Realm and the Three Yang Realm.

At the same time, there is also the senior brother's own cultivation tendency. On his Xuanniao gorgeous outer shirt, there is a layer of unclear Xuanqi.

"Oh? This is the Xuanniao Jianjia Gong of the Eighth Elder!"

Feng Buqun stroked his beard, and his eyes showed praise.

Outside the field, the Eighth Elder, who was maintaining order and watching the game, waved his hand casually.

"After all, my disciple is at a higher realm, so it's nothing."

But even so, the Eighth Elder also showed a hint of pride on his face.

After all, that was a full-strength attack from a real Three Yin Realm expert.

What's more, Fengyu Sect is good at attacking but weak at defense, so the performance of their own disciples is even more precious.