The Heavens: From Knowing Whether You Rule the World

Chapter 118 The name of the sword, Mo Xue!
At a glance, Yunhai Square is filled with a vast sea of ​​people and is extremely popular.

The test was named after the Eight Trigrams, and eight arenas were built. Each arena had a chief or elder who served as referee and presided over the competition.

Early in the morning, the abbots of each peak were already waiting, and the disciples were also talking about it, extremely excited.

This kind of grand event, which only happens once every sixty years, is truly rare.

"when!"

A clear sound of bells was heard, echoing in the misty sea of ​​white clouds, which lifted people's spirits and the noisy crowd suddenly quieted down.

Two rays of light flashed, and there was a faint pause of sword light. Taoist Daoxuan and Taoist Cangsong appeared in the sea of ​​clouds almost at the same time.

Taoist Master Daoxuan took a few steps forward, looked around, and then flicked his sleeves and said loudly: "The competition begins."

Before he finished speaking, the sound of bells and tripods rang out continuously, resounding through the sky and making people's blood boil.

Chu Hong shook his head slightly and walked slowly towards the "Qian" stage. Xiao Hui looked around curiously on his left shoulder, while Da Huang ran around.

One person is leisurely, one monkey is naughty, and one dog is lively. Such a combination naturally attracted a lot of people's attention.

"Ouch!"

With a cry of surprise, a young disciple with delicate features, wearing a long robe, about twenty years old, holding a gold-painted fan embroidered with mountains, rivers and streams seemed to have been tripped by someone. He happened to be in front of Chu Hong's left and just happened to touch Xiao Hui.

Xiao Hui has always been shy, and even in Dazhu Peak, only Tian Ling'er could barely keep him from making trouble. So when he was touched like this, he was naturally a little angry, and he grabbed the young man with his sharp claws without mercy.

The young man was also very skilled. He leaned back slightly and dodged a claw.

"Little Gray."

Chu Hong clapped his paws lightly, and Xiao Hui immediately lost his temper. He then made a frightening expression to the young man, turned around, and watched the competitions in various arenas with curiosity.

The young man was almost caught by Xiao Hui, but he was not angry. Instead, he looked at Xiao Hui with curiosity and envy.

The Seven Clans Martial Competition was full of surprises. Even the three-eyed monkey, a psychic beast that was theoretically extinct, was actually tamed by someone?

"How is this Junior Brother?"

Chu Hong smiled gently, his tone calm, but he had some guesses in his mind.

"Oh, I am being rude. My last name is Zeng, my name is Shushu, and I am a disciple of Fenghui Peak. I wonder who you are, brother..."

Zeng Shushu, who looked unreliable, became serious and introduced himself.

"Dazhu Peak, Chu Hong."

Chu Hong smiled, "The three-eyed monkey has a bad temper and is likely to hurt people. Junior Brother Zeng, please don't mind it."

"It was Shushu who was rude, why would you take it as a surprise?" Zeng Shushu waved his hand nonchalantly, his eyes lit up, he looked at Chu Hong, then at Xiao Hui, "I never thought it was Brother Chu who 'suppressed the Nine Heavens Divine Soldiers with one hand', no wonder he was like this.

The three-eyed monkey is a magical animal. When its third eye is opened, its spiritual power will be greatly enhanced. Not only will it be able to understand the five elements of magic, but it will also be able to see things thousands of miles away. It is known as the "Clairvoyance". Such a magical animal can only be subdued by a genius like Senior Brother Chu!"

As he spoke, Zeng Shushu tentatively reached out to touch Xiao Hui, but Xiao Hui seemed to sense something and turned around to look at him angrily.

Zeng Shushu took a tentative look, but there was nothing he could do, so he had to give up, with a look of envy on his face.

He has always loved strange animals and unusual things. He has been collecting them for so many years, and has a lot of them, such as three-legged rabbits, shell-less turtles, black-and-white peacocks, etc. But no matter what, they are not as good as Chu Hong's three-eyed monkey.

Damn, doesn’t the book say that all three-eyed monkeys are extinct?

Evil books can cause great harm to people!
"From the looks of it, Junior Brother Zeng's competition isn't the first batch?"

Zeng Shushu is the favorite to win the championship this time. He is also the only son of Zeng Shuchang, the head of Fenghui Peak. Chu Hong is also happy to interact with him.

Being in the underworld is not just about fighting and killing, you also have to be worldly-wise!
"Oh, Shushu is still young, and his cultivation is not deep. I'm afraid he may not even make it through the first round. This time he participated in the Seven Clans Martial Arts Competition to make friends and see the world. As for the competition, it's not that important."

Zeng Shushu smiled modestly and fanned himself habitually, showing a bit of grace.

Even with Chu Hong's cunningness, he couldn't help but smile.

Zeng Shushu's level of true Qi is about the eighth level of Yuqing. One round?

interesting!
"Seven Clans Martial Arts Competition, this is Chu's first time participating, and I don't expect to achieve anything, I just want to see the world."

Chu Hong was full of regret and sorrow, as if he was really going to be eliminated in one round.

Zeng Shushu couldn't help but smile when he heard this.

The two looked at each other, feeling that they had met too late.

Chu Hong collected his thoughts and smiled gently, "Which batch is Junior Brother Zeng in?"

In the first round, sixty-four contestants participated, divided into four groups of thirty-two matches, with four matches in each arena.

"[Exchange] position, fourth batch."

"Oh? I'm in the third batch of the [Zhen] position. [Zhen] station and [Dui] station are on the same road, but we are on the same route."

Chu Hong’s serial number is relatively later, and it is the third competition on the “Zhen” stage.

Zeng Shushu looked at the competition of Senior Brother Feng Huifeng, and the outcome was about to be decided, so he nodded slightly.

"Very good, very good."

He is not the kind of silly second-generation immortal who is ignorant of the ways of the world, nor is he the kind of second-generation immortal who cannot make friends with geniuses.

He is not stupid. On the contrary, Zeng Shushu is quite knowledgeable about the ways of the world and is good at making friends.

Among the seven Qingyun clans, except for the sparsely populated Dazhu Peak, he has one or two familiar people in the other peaks. Even in the Xiaozhu Peak, which only accepts female disciples, he has several acquaintances.

In addition, he has taken a relatively special path in the use of strange and tricky skills, combining them with the magic of cultivating immortals. His future achievements may not be inferior to those of his old father.

He is of noble birth, has extraordinary talent, and is good at making friends. It is no exaggeration to say that he is a popular young disciple among Qingyun. There are countless female disciples from Xiaozhu Peak who are secretly watching him, and there are also quite a few young disciples who are interested in making friends with him.

However, Zeng Shushu does not pay much attention to people's talents and backgrounds when making friends, nor does he deliberately try to please some geniuses just to make friends with them. He pays more attention to whether they can get along well and have similar interests.

Well. In terms of background, there are few people in Qingyun who have a better background than him. In terms of talent, there are really few people in the younger generation of Qingyun who can compare with him.

Zeng Shushu looked at Chu Hong, who had an extraordinary demeanor and even slightly surpassed himself, and was amazed.

interesting!
Chu Hong was a man of extraordinary conversation and Zeng Shushu was humorous and interesting. The two of them slowly walked to the left while communicating.

Zeng Shushu is good at strange and tricky skills. Chu Hong is not very proficient in it, but Zeng Shushu is quite happy that he understands the importance of mechanical engineering.

Even his father thought that mechanical arts were just some gimmicky trick and did not support it. Although his other fellow disciples did not say anything, he could sense that they did not approve of him going down this path.

Chu Hong is different. He has an inexplicable tolerance and remains calm in the face of emergencies.

The two communicated all the way, and when they reached the [Dui] position, Zeng Shushu stayed there, and Chu Hong continued to move forward, and the [Zhen] position was still in front.

There were about a hundred people gathered under the stage, most of them were disciples from Chaoyang Peak, and the rest were from Dazhu Peak.
In this competition, two of the seven chiefs of Qingyun came, Shang Zhengliang, the chief of Chaoyang Peak, and Tian Buyi, the chief of Dazhu Peak, were both present. This was because Shen Tiandou and Tian Ling'er from Chaoyang Peak met in the first round.

Tian Ling'er is the only daughter of Tian Buyi and the favorite of Dazhu Peak. Shen Tiandou is also an outstanding disciple of Chaoyang Peak. He has reached the fifth level of Yuqing at a young age. His future is limitless and he is highly valued by Shang Zhengliang.

When Chu Hong arrived at the [Li] platform, the fight was at its most intense stage. Tian Ling'er had always practiced earth magic, and the amber red silk in her hand made the sky full of rosy clouds, as fast as lightning. Shen Tiandou was a person valued by Shang Zhengliang, so naturally he had some skills. His fairy sword shone brightly, and his swordsmanship was perfect.

The fight on the [Li] stage was in a stalemate. Chu Hong, who was passing by, took a look at the fight between the two and could see the slight difference between them with his sharp eyes.

Shen Tiandou’s true energy is a little insufficient!
A light shout, "Ling'er, bind the gods."

Tian Ling'er also had the same idea. She was delighted to see the arrival of her junior brother. She immediately made the orchid spell with both hands, crossed her chest, and shouted: "Bind the God!"

The rosy glow was bright and grew larger when there was wind. In an instant, it covered the sky and blocked out the sun. It moved swiftly, and with Shen Tiandou as the center, countless red silks formed a circle, surrounding him tightly.

When everything was surrounded, a flash of red light appeared and it slowly pressed inwards.

As soon as this move was made, Shen Tiandou was defeated.

"Little Brother, am I awesome?"

"Amazing! Junior Sister is definitely amazing."

Tian Ling'er happily ran down the stage, and Chu Hong naturally praised her, making Tian Ling'er smile.

The disciple that Shang Zhengliang valued was defeated, which made him feel a little embarrassed. He immediately said a few sarcastic words to Tian Buyi.

Tian Buyi was still proud, but Su Ru was much more careful and spoke out to comfort Shang Zhengliang.

As soon as the people from Chaoyang Peak left, the people from Dazhu Peak immediately came forward to praise Tian Ling'er with countless words of praise.

Tian Buyi nodded slightly, then looked at Chu Hong, "Old Seven is in the third batch of the [Zhen] position, go over early and wait." Chu Hong nodded repeatedly and strode ahead. The other disciples of Dazhu Peak who had competitions went to compete, and those who had not gone over to show their strength.

The [Zhen] stage was crowded with Qingyun disciples, and there was no way to get through. There were nearly three or four hundred people gathered.

Most of them were disciples of Longshou Peak. Even Qi Hao, the eldest senior brother of Longshou Peak, and Lin Jingyu, the new owner of the Dragon-Slaying Sword, which was said to appear once in a thousand years, came to watch the battle.

In addition, there are also many disciples from other peaks.

Some came to see what was going on nearby, some followed the herd mentality, and most came to see Chu Hong, the favorite to win the championship who could "destroy nine heavenly divine soldiers with one hand."

Chu Hong has never been in the spotlight, but with Qi Hao and Lin Jingyu as stepping stones, he is full of gimmicks. His high reputation, strong strength and mystery are basically maximized, which makes people curious.

Not long after, Chu Hong and his group arrived, and the disciples who were watching spontaneously made way for them to participate.

Looking at Chu Hong's handsome appearance and extraordinary demeanor, many people talked about it.

Qi Hao seemed somewhat relieved and didn't mind being used as a stepping stone. Lin Jingyu was young and energetic, and his expression showed both fear and dissatisfaction.

[Shock] In the referee's seat, an old man with a white beard was sitting there, he was the referee of this competition.

On both sides of it, there are several seats. In one of the seats sits Cangsong, the abbot of Longshou Peak. The rest of the seats are vacant, and it is obvious that they are reserved for Tian Buyi and Su Ru.

When the two of them saw it, they immediately walked over slowly.

"Ha! Junior Brother Tian has accepted a good disciple!"

The voice was mixed with a hint of disdain, and it came from Taoist Cangsong.

Tian Buyi was not afraid of Cangsong at all. He raised his eyebrows and looked sarcastic, "Of course. Speaking of which, Lin Jingyu is a prodigy that only appears once in a thousand years, comparable to the ancient Qingye Patriarch. You even passed on the Dragon Slaying Sword to him. I wonder how far he can go in this Seven Sects Martial Competition?"

As he spoke, Tian Buyi's expression was filled with sarcasm and disdain. He glanced at Lin Jingyu in the crowd, and his sarcasm became more and more obvious.

Cangsong's face suddenly turned ugly. If it were in the past, "once in a thousand years, comparable to Master Qingye" would naturally be a compliment, but also an acknowledgement.

But. Cangsong looked at Chu Hong who was calm and composed on the stage. Ever since the disciple accepted by Fatty Tian destroyed the Dragon-Slaying Divine Light with one hand and defeated Qi Hao and Lin Jingyu alone, his reputation has basically skyrocketed by stepping on the heads of these two people. Lin Jingyu's once-in-a-millennium title is a bit unworthy of his reputation.

Chu Hong also only learned it for a few years, but he can fight two people at the same time.

This happens once in a thousand years, and no matter how much you blow it, it can't be blamed on Lin Jingyu.

"Oh! No matter how far Jingyu can go, he can never be compared to your stupid disciple. By the way, your stupid disciple, will he be eliminated in the first round?"

Cangsong's face was gloomy and he turned the conversation to Lin Jingyu and Zhang Xiaofan.

Chu Hong's aura had already reached the ninth level of Jade Purity. This level of cultivation was either first or second, but he found it difficult to refute it.

In this case, let’s talk about Zhang Xiaofan and Lin Jingyu. They both entered the sect at the same time, and their level of cultivation was immediately apparent.

Since your cultivation is not as good as others, it means that Fatty Tian doesn’t know how to teach.

"You!" Tian Buyi was furious. The gap in talent between Lin Jingyu and Zhang Xiaofan was so huge. Lin Jingyu even had a Nine Heavens Divine Weapon. How could you compare to him?
"Senior Brother Cangsong's disciples are all very capable. I only have Xiaoqi from Dazhu Peak, but he is definitely not as good as them."

Su Ru interjected in a gentle tone, seemingly giving in, but not really.

"You are also shameless and shameless!"

Tian Buyi snorted coldly, turned his head and stopped comparing.

Cangsong snorted coldly, did not argue with Su Ru, and turned away immediately.

The white-bearded elder, who had been quietly listening to the argument between the chief monks, coughed and signaled his disciples to ring the bell and hammer the tripod.

"when!"

The clear sound of bells and tripods rang out, melodious and long, and Chu Hong and Zheng Li stood opposite each other.

"Zheng Li from Longshou Peak, I would like to ask Junior Brother Chu for advice."

Perhaps influenced by Qi Hao's "Ice" sword, the attributes of the immortal swords of most of the disciples of Longshou Peak tend towards "ice". Zheng Li's cultivation is also very high, and before he cast any spells, the slight chill released by the immortal sword made him feel cold.

"Chu Hong from Dazhu Peak, I would like to ask Senior Brother Zheng for advice."

Chu Hong smiled gently, and didn't seem to have any intention of taking the first step.

Zheng Li secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He had specifically asked Senior Brother Qi about this, and he knew that this Junior Brother Chu was at least an eighth-level Jade Purity expert. If he was forced to defend, he might not be able to last more than ten moves.

Since there is an opportunity to take the initiative to attack, we should be able to hold out longer.

"The name of the sword is 'First Cold', Junior Brother Chu, be careful."

As he spoke, Zheng Li's 'Chu Han' sword vibrated, emitting an extremely cold air that instantly made the arena frost-covered. He then used a spell to guide the attack, shouted loudly, and rushed forward.

Chu Hong nodded slightly, as if he didn't notice the flash of cold air. He raised his right hand and a murderous aura filled the air, making the disciples watching the battle feel inexplicably depressed and they stepped back repeatedly.

The cold grew stronger, slowly solidifying the arena.

But, it wasn’t Zheng Li’s coldness!

"Sword name, Moxue!"

Before he finished speaking, Chu Hong flexed his right hand and raised the sword, while he made a hand gesture with his left hand. Black and white sword lights gathered faintly and shone brightly in the air.

Chu Hong's pair of bright eyes were as bright as stars, and his black hair, green clothes, and jade belt fluttered in the wind.

Suddenly, his magic spell changed, and there was a whoosh sound in the sky, like the howling of a wolf, shaking the whole area.

A nearly ten-foot-long black and white sword energy flashed across, neither fast nor slow, just blocking Zheng Li's sword.

"Hide!"

In the referee's seat, Cangsong couldn't help but stand up, his face looking extremely ugly.

As soon as these words were spoken, Zheng Li, who had intended to resist the sword energy, flashed to the left, and the sword light brushed past his right hair.

"boom!"

With a resounding sound, the stage was split into left and right by the sword light, and spread to the edge of the front stage for one or two meters.

Put away the sword!

Determination!

Zheng Li touched the hair that fell beside his ears, sweat dripping down his back, and quickly dropped his sword, "I give up."

Chu Hong bowed slightly and saluted, "Thank you!"

He threw the Moxue Sword to the side of the arena. Xiao Hui, who had been waiting for a long time, squeaked twice and looked very happy. Then he ran away with the Jiutian Divine Weapon, and Da Huang chased after him.

Zheng Li took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and bowed slightly, "Thank you, Junior Brother, for showing mercy."

The sword light was very slow and could be easily dodged.

However, he was a little close, so the sword light seemed very fast.

Chu Hong nodded slightly and slowly walked down the stage, while the people around him were talking about it.

Defeating a sixth-level Yuqing expert with just one sword, how powerful!
In the referee's seat, Cangsong snorted coldly and walked towards the arena on the north side.

"Haha! Old Seven, good job."

Tian Buyi walked over with pride and patted Chu Hong on the shoulder. This time, he felt really happy when he saw Cangsong's expression.

"Young Senior Brother, you are awesome!"

"Xiao Qi, you fought well this time."

"Old Seven, you fought well!"

The people of Dazhu Peak surrounded Chu Hong, all of them were delighted.

By about noon, the outcome of the Dazhu Peak lineage was already completely known.

Six wins and three losses!

Surprisingly, Zhang Xiaofan's opponent was a disciple at the fourth level of Yuqing, but he actually won.

This was a rare good result in hundreds of years. Tian Buyi was so happy that he couldn't stop smiling. He took the initiative to find Cangsong to talk.

(End of this chapter)