Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 274 Flying to the Moon
Everyone who had paid attention to Zhou Leng's small group had a look of surprise and doubt on their faces.

Among them, Mr. Song, Zhang Xinglie and Zhang Feng can indeed be said to have amazing talents.

But the others are just at the level of ordinary little geniuses, or even worse.

There are a few people whose original talents may be even worse than many inferior ones.

Twenty-seven people with purple light on their heads stood together.

There are four groups on the field.

Lower-level disciples, middle-level disciples, upper-level disciples, and the lonely Zhou Leng.

Master Wu looked at Zhou Leng and said, "At first, even I was fooled by you. I thought you were lucky to learn part of the divine text and get the status of a registered disciple. Now I find out that you can break through the civilization ban of the divine text and directly learn the whole divine text."

"You practice hard, are willing to share with everyone, and take on the responsibility of being a senior brother."

"Of course, the most important thing is that you are the only disciple who has learned the entire text and also learned a little bit of the second part."

"Your achievements in the future will far exceed those of others, but..."

Master Wu glanced at Song Juesi and Zhang Xinglie.

"It won't be long before you're far behind both of them."

"The two of them don't know the divine text, which is a weakness, but their abilities and talents can quickly make up for it."

"You may not accept it, but some people can reach a level that ordinary people can never reach in certain fields."

"You must remember, remember with your life, that the future of your civilization rests on the shoulders of these two people."

"The life and death of these two people will determine whether your civilization can go beyond the stars."

“Perhaps, many years later, you will find that the greatest or even the only meaning of your life is to understand the divine text. From here, you will build a ladder for the two of them to ascend to the divine heaven.”

Zhou Leng turned his head and glanced at Song Juesi and Zhang Xinglie.

"Even though your aptitude is not as good as theirs, you are undoubtedly the first in this trial."

"So, you can go ahead and enter the left door to participate in the next trial."

"If you are lucky, you will have the opportunity to enter the Hundred Peaks Valley and obtain the Dragon Scale Vermillion Fruit."

"Remember, the Dragon Scale Vermillion Fruit is very important. Not to mention your primitive civilization, even the geniuses of advanced civilizations and even those divine races will fight for it."

"They are not registered disciples. Even if they pass the third level of trial, they can only be promoted to registered disciples."

"Those two people have amazing abilities and talents. They can be promoted to outer disciples as an exception. In the future, they will have the opportunity to be promoted to inner disciples."

"You were originally a registered disciple. After passing the three trials, you can be directly promoted to an outer disciple."

"Go."

Zhou Leng bowed and thanked Master Wu.

Zhou Leng walked back, chatted with everyone for a few words, and then walked towards the side door with Zhao Nandie while chatting in a low voice.

Zhao Nandie gave detailed instructions.

Zhao Nandi watched Zhou Leng enter the left gate and turned back.

"Excuse me... Expert Zhao, why did Zhou Leng leave?"

Zhao Nandi said, "He has the highest achievement in cultivation and has been allowed by Master Wu to advance to the second level of the trial. He asked me to tell everyone that he hopes everyone will work hard to cultivate and enter the second level of the trial as soon as possible."

"You mean that Zhou Leng's understanding of the "Star Art" is the deepest, highest, and most complete?"

"You can say that."

"That's impossible. It's obvious that Mr. Song is the first. Mr. Song, don't you agree?"

More than three hundred people looked at Song Juesi.

Song Juesi smiled slightly and said, "I have the deepest understanding of the translation, but Zhou Leng has the deepest understanding of the original text."

Everyone chewed over these words carefully, slowly figuring out their meaning.

A man suddenly shouted, “I suddenly realized something… Those who have not heard Zhou Leng’s sermons, or have only heard the recordings, please raise your hands.

Many people raised their hands.

Gradually, more and more people understood what he meant and looked at the people who raised their hands.

All the lower-level disciples, raise your hands.

Some of the middle-level disciples raised their hands.

Among the top disciples, no one raised their hand.

"This...is impossible."

"Nothing is impossible, the truth is obvious."

“No wonder, there are some people who are obviously very powerful, some even come from Yunhua, Jinjing or the Military University, and are stronger than many top disciples, but they remain at the middle level…”

"I understand. If you have ordinary qualifications and have not listened to Zhou Leng's teachings, you can only stay at the lower level."

“If someone has average qualifications but listens to Zhou Leng’s sermons, he will be ranked in the middle level.”

"If someone has strong qualifications and has not listened to Zhou Leng's sermons, he can only stay in the middle level."

“If you have strong qualifications but have heard Zhou Leng’s sermons, you will be admitted to the upper class.”

“The Divine Script Expert doesn’t even practice much, but just because of his frequent contact with Zhou Leng, he can also enter the middle or even upper level.”

“Moreover, although all of Zhou Leng’s friends have entered the upper class, many of them are not very strong.”

"It seems that as long as you listen to Zhou Leng enough, even if you are originally of low rank, you can rise to the upper rank."

“No wonder Ren Yuan felt that Zhou Leng’s sermons were different…”

After everyone finished analyzing the situation, those who had not listened to Zhou Leng's sermon stood there in a daze.

It’s okay for those with ordinary talents.

Those few who had their martial arts indexes up to 11 early on and were considered geniuses among their peers were Yunhua, Jinjing, and the senior students at Junda. They were the most upset.

A seemingly ordinary act of arrogance will lead to the loss of a great opportunity.

"Ren Yuan, does Zhou Leng's recording have that feeling?"

Ren Yuan shook his head and said, "No, I've listened to it many times and it feels completely different."

"Pity……"

"Mr. Song, what do you think?"

Those annoyed people looked at Mr. Song, hoping that he would deny this speculation.

Song Juesi sighed and said, "Ren Yuan's feeling is right. You guys are picking up sesame seeds while losing watermelons. Have you never thought about why Zhang Xinglie and I never leave when Zhou Leng preaches?"

Those martial arts geniuses who remained at the level of middle-level disciples lowered their heads.

The regret in my heart is like a tangled thread, becoming more and more tangled.

Song Juesi said: "Everyone continue to work hard in cultivation, hoping to catch up with Zhou Leng's pace and pass the triple trial completely."

It was quiet in front of the Transmission Hall.

Outside the ancient river trial, the ten realms are boiling. Like a large martial arts hall.

Feng Wenhao suddenly cursed: "Damn it, Zhou Leng is so unlucky!"

"what happened?"

"Look at the main news of the Martial Arts City. It says that for some reason, the entrance to the battlefield of the Ten Worlds Youth Tournament has changed. The number of participants who can enter this year has doubled!"

"Ah? That means Zhou Leng can also enter? Contact Zhou Leng quickly."

"Contact me, Zhou Leng has already entered the Ancient River Trial and hasn't replied to my messages for several days."

Class monitor Wei Hong said: "I am going to curse too! How could this happen? That's a spot for the Ten Realms Youth Tournament."

"Alas, I heard that Zhang Xinglie also went there. What a twist of fate."

"What a pity."

"However, with their talents, they will definitely be able to get in next year."

"With their talents, they can advance to Xiantian level in half a year at most. We can't hold them back for half a year, right? That would be a big loss."

“It’s a real dilemma…”

School playground.

Liang Baiyin wore a short-sleeved white shirt, a red plaid skirt, white socks wrapped around her calves, and black leather shoes.

She kept calling Zhou Leng, but the tone was always busy.

"Ugh……"

Liang Baiyin sighed softly.

Shanheyuan turned off the magic watch, frowned, and looked in the direction of the Ruda Martial Arts Hall.

"They are so unlucky..."

Such as a large martial arts hall.

Wang Boxiong put away his advanced magic brain and said, "The Furukawa Research Institute said that they have entered and the gate is closed. I don't know how long it will take for them to come out."

"Can we reserve a spot for Zhou Leng?" Deng Zhijue asked.

Wang Boxiong shook his head and said, "Too many people are watching. Even if he was still there, he might not be able to grab it, let alone keep it for him."

"That's a shame. What if he comes out of the trial just in time for the Youth Battle to begin? That would be even more regrettable."

"Let's wait until next year."

Yunhua Wuhan University.

The school held an emergency meeting to discuss the quota.

When the school leaders learned that Zhang Xinglie had entered the Guhe trial, they all sighed.

In their hearts, Zhang Xinglie is already the second genius after Li Shenkong.

Dragon world.

In the magnificent palace, the walls are carved out with densely packed display cabinets.

The display cabinets are filled with countless weapons, magical items, artworks, gems and other treasures.

At the end of the palace, a huge red dragon lay in the lava pool, scanning the area below.

Many giant dragons crawled on the ground, facing the red dragon.

"Since the number of places for the Ten Realms Youth Tournament has increased, Emerald Wing, you should go too."

"Your Majesty, my most admired queen, your voice is like the sound of nature, which makes me happy. Unfortunately, I am just a weak green dragon. Please give my place to a more powerful dragon that is more likely to bring you glory."

The dragons looked at Emerald Wings with strange eyes.

Half of me felt like I was looking at a fool. I had already turned down the spot once, so why would I turn it down a second time?

The other half of the older dragon had a blank expression on his face and continued to act.

"Pick one more dragon scale red fruit for my collection. That's it."

"Your Majesty..." Emerald Wing said in a crying voice.

The red dragon waved its claws and a strong wind swept in.

All the dragons were like beans in a pot. When the pot was raised, the dragons flew into the air, spinning around.

"Your Majesty, I don't want to die..." Emerald Wing cried sadly.

Chuan Gong Hall, middle hall.

Zhou Leng walked into a smaller square. At the end of the square stood a palace that was smaller than the Transmission Hall.

Three-dimensional divine texts are carved on the black plaque.

Flying moon.

Zhou Leng was about to walk towards Feiyue Palace when he suddenly stopped.

A three-legged black tripod with four dragons holding the moon stood in front, emitting faint white smoke.

The white smoke spread into fog, covering the square and turning into a translucent three-dimensional picture of mountains and rivers.

A long winding river, winding through the mountains and peaks, takes up half of the square.

At the source of the long river, a spherical bright moon is suspended.

One by one, young disciples dressed in ancient oriental style clothing walked out from the walls, doors, and the void, their bodies all transparent.

They flocked around the long winding river like children at a festival.

Zhou Leng looked at these young children, the youngest was five or six years old, and the oldest was no more than fifteen or sixteen.

What they spoke was pure divine writing.

Zhou Leng did not record anything, he just listened, remembered, and felt.

These children are all in the late stage of growth.

Measured by the martial arts index, at least 11.

Suddenly, three children came out of the side door, and all the children nearby made way for them.

"Big brother."

"Senior Sister Shen..."

"Junior brother..."

A gentle boy was the tallest, smiling and nodding to the disciples who greeted him from time to time.

A girl of medium height with a sweet smile and a small round face, she is extremely cute.

The last one was a little boy who was shorter than the girl. He had a blank expression on his face and a slightly cold gaze. He didn’t respond to anyone, as if he didn’t care about anything.

(End of this chapter)