September 9th.
Mount Hua had a gentle breeze and a warm sun.
The weather was really cold and autumn was good.
At the foot of Mount Hua, there was already a commotion.
Heroes from all walks of life were gathered here. The big shots that were rarely seen were everywhere today.
Suddenly, a loud shout came from the crowd." It's coming, it's coming!”
From the east, a group of beggars walked over. The middle-aged beggar in the lead had a bold and heroic expression.
This person's clothes were covered in patches. He held a jade bamboo cane in his hand and carried a large vermillion gourd on his back.
Drinking wine while walking was so satisfying!
From the east came a devilish man holding a jade flute.
The man's white robe fluttered in the wind. He looked like a scholar, but his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's.
Seemingly at the same time, a person came from the west.
This person was dressed in foreign clothing, tall and sturdy, his eyes were like steel, and the staff in his hand seemed even heavier.
Wherever this person went, the heroes of the martial arts world opened up a path.
One could see how much he feared this person.
From the south, a yellow-robed monk walked out. Although he was merciful, his face was dignified.
At a glance, it was obvious that he was a person of noble status.
These four people were none other than Northern Beggar Hong Qigong, Eastern Evil Apothecary Huang, Western Poison Ouyang Feng, and South Deity Duan Zhixing.
"Wang Chongyang organized the Sword Seminary on Mount Hua. It's already noon, where is he?”
Ouyang Feng said unhappily.
The others couldn't help but frown. They were all proud people.
Mount Hua was the land of Quanzhen. It was really arrogant that the Lord had not arrived first.
At this moment, the crowd suddenly shouted.
"Quan Zhen Sect is here!"
Everyone looked over and saw a group of Quan Zhen Sect disciples walking over.
The leader was not Wang Chongyang, but an elegant young man in a Daoist robe.
The Seven Sons of Quanzhen actually surrounded him.
"Quan Zhen Sect, what do you mean?”
"Where is Wang Chongyang? Could it be that he was afraid and wanted to be a coward?”
Ouyang Feng shouted sternly.
Instantly, thunder rumbled, and the terrifying power of sound waves spread, sending sand and stones flying.
"Everyone, there's no need to be anxious!"
"Today, I will represent Quan Zhen Sect!”
The elegant young man took a step forward, his voice arrogant and powerful.
Immediately, Ouyang Feng's sound wave was broken.
"Shaolin Lion's Roar?"
Duan Zhixing's eyes turned serious. This little Taoist priest in front of him actually had such profound internal strength?
"No, this isn't the Lion's Roar!"
"Buddhist internal strength is broad and overbearing!”
"This voice is domineering with a hint of peace. It's Daoist internal energy!”
"Little Daoist, who are you?"
"What qualifications do you have to represent Quan Zhen Sect?”
Hong Qigong sized up the young Taoist priest.
He couldn't help but wonder where such a young expert had come from in the martial world.
This Quan Zhen Sect was really full of experts!
"I am Yifan!"
"This is the Nine Yin Divine Technique!"
"My senior brother has a tribulation that needs to be resolved.”
"If all of you defeat me, the number one Nine Yin Scripture in the world will belong to you!”
Yifan stood proudly.
His hand reached into his pocket and took out a secret manual.
Instantly, the breathing of all the martial artists present quickened.
Nine Yin Scripture!
This was a legendary peerless martial art!
If he could obtain it, it would be enough to become the number one in the world!
"Yifan!"
"The child is not old, but his tone is not small!”
"Don't tell me we're going to have a chaotic battle?”
An old man in the crowd shouted.
"It's the Sect Master of the Kongtong Sect!"
"I didn't expect him to come too!"
"It seems that the title of number one in the world, a peerless martial art, is quite attractive!”
"Nonsense, look who that is."
"That's the sect master of the Kunlun Sect and Five Venoms!”
"All the powerhouses in the Chinese server have arrived!”
"Today will be the golden age of the martial arts world!”
The heroes discussed animatedly.
Some people were greedy for the title of number one in the world, while others were greedy for peerless divine techniques.
There were also people who knew their own limits and only wanted to see the world's experts.
Life is full of changes.
The entire Mount Hua was in an uproar.
Seeing this scene, Yifan said,"Since all the martial arts practitioners have arrived, then I will set a process!"”
"If you want to participate in the Sword Tournament on Mount Hua, you need to clear three stages!”
"The first stage is to rush from here to the peak of Mount Hua in two hours.”
"The second stage will be at the peak of Mount Hua. After a chaotic battle, those who remain in the circle after fifteen minutes can enter the next stage!”
"The third stage is to use martial arts to judge the heroes!”
"Within 300 moves, we will compete for first place!”
"The final winner will obtain the Nine Yin Secret Art and the title of number one in the world!”
"Does anyone have any objections?"
Yifan's voice was condensed.
Although the crowd was noisy, it couldn't cover Yifan's voice.
It could be seen that his cultivation was profound.
Hong Qigong, Ouyang Feng, Apothecary Huang, and Duan Zhixing looked at each other and nodded.
The other martial arts heroes nodded in agreement when they saw that the top experts had no objections.
"Since you have no objections."
"Then let's begin!"
Yifan said indifferently.
As soon as he finished speaking, Ouyang Feng shouted,"I'll take my leave first!"
"Old poisonous creature, don't leave!" Seeing this, Hong Qigong also used his qinggong to chase after him.
Instantly, the heroes of the martial arts world moved.
Everyone displayed their martial arts, and the scene could be said to be incomparably lively.
There were people climbing to the top of the mountain everywhere.
Those who were good at qinggong would tap on the mountain wall and soar up.
Those with weaker qinggong could only climb and complain.
There were even some who climbed a few thousand feet, but when the wind blew, their qi was insufficient and they fell down.
Miserable screams rang out endlessly.
For a moment, the heroes felt even more worried.
"Martial Uncle, why aren't you moving?"
The Seven Sons of Quan Zhen Sect looked at Yifan, who did not move at all, and could not help but feel puzzled.
"Let's go!"
Yifan laughed as his body floated in the air.
It was as if there was an invisible staircase beneath his feet, and he took thirty-seven steps.
It was really like ascending to immortality.
It was the Golden Goose Art.
Quanzhen martial arts used martial arts to enter the path and contained the principles of heaven and earth.
As soon as he moved, the entire cliff was like flat land to him.
His body was like a gust of wind as he soared upwards. He was truly like the legendary wind.
In just a moment, Yifan arrived first, surpassing everyone else and arriving at the peak.
First place without a doubt!
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