Chapter 61

After the quota of eight tea parties was announced, Qingyun Zong was excited.

It turned out that it was the day of the eight tea parties.

Qingyun sect has not achieved good ranking in three consecutive tea parties. Not only the elders are under pressure, but the new generation of disciples feel ashamed, but this time it seems that it is different. The lineup is unprecedented. Even without Yueqing's participation, the strength of the four Jinling disciples and TIESHANHE is still very strong, and the overall lineup is much higher than that of previous sessions.

The elders of Zongli are very confident, and the disciples are also in full swing.

"What position can Mu Cheng get? Can he break into the top five?"

"Will TIESHANHE and Lingxue perform better than the other three Jinling disciples?"

"Who will be the dark horse of the eight tea parties?"

"Why doesn't Yue Qing compete? If she passes, the top three will be fine!"

"What kind of squad will the other seven send?"

"Eight tea parties, I hope I can attend. It's good to go and have a look."

The elders discussed by their disciples and hoped that the lively momentum of Quan Zong would inspire the upcoming Mucheng them.

The patriarch personally received ten participating disciples such as Mu Cheng and Ling Xue, and each distributed sufficient spiritual herbs and precious medicines to ensure that they can express themselves in their strongest state and show the strength of Qingyun sect in the tea party competition.

The whole clan atmosphere was very lively. They were encouraging Mu Cheng and them, but they forgot Qin Ming.

Qin Ming didn't give up and ignored it. When the atmosphere on the ground was hot and excited, he practiced Shura knife in a dark and humid cage under the ground and experienced the most cruel transformation in his life.

The remnant soul woke up the Shura sword again and again. Qin Ming felt the Shura killing world again and again.

The shrill wail and the murmur of pain echoed in the dungeon for a long time, day and night.

Even the guard disciples felt nervous. They wondered what was going on down there, but they didn't dare to go down and see. What if the boy went crazy?

Qin Ming will suffer severe pain every time. The black gas of Shura knife seems to tear his body apart, and the killing idea of Shura killing the world seems to devour his soul.

The pain of death is better than secondary, and the scream of tearing heart and lungs again and again.

He was in pain and fainted several times in curling up.

Finally, even his voice became hoarse.

Qin Ming really wanted to collapse at the beginning, but every time he collapsed, what came to mind were their relatives, their voices and smiles, and the sweetness and warmth of that year; Every time I fall down, what I hear is my father's admonition - the weak can't die well, and the strong can't live well. You should be a strong man! Forever strong! Qin's life is determined. This is his greatest dependence. Every time he falls, he can recover as soon as possible.

The remnant soul's opinion is to bear it ten times a day and digest it slowly, but Qin Ming forcibly added it to 50 times. The endless attempts day and night are almost crazy.

Gradually, Qin life began to bear, guide and control.

Shura Dao Qi also tempered Qin's life in the destruction again and again.

Five days later, Qin Ming entered the eightfold heaven in purgatory.

Although this quenching is not as cruel as death, it can bring changes to Qin's life. Before, it was only physical toughness, but now there are forces emerging from the inside out. This is just an additional "gift" generated by Shura sword Qi and Shengsheng's determination to "destroy and repair again and again".

Five more days! When Mu Cheng arrived, they left for the eight tea parties.

Huyan Zhuo Zhuo finally came to the underground cage and asked directly, "realm!"

"Eight heavy heavens! Steady!" Qin Ming turned his back to the warehouse. He was filled with black air, lowered his head and had a hoarse voice. He was holding a black knife in his palm. This was not a real Shura knife, but a "split body" condensed from the knife air in the Dantian. It was the form of Shura knife in Qin Ming's body.

It was cold and biting. Even Qin Ming felt the killing intention to the bone, as if he was holding a small God of death.

"My father has arrived at Qingyun sect." Zhuo Zhuo in Huyan shook the key in his hand and smiled with a simple and honest smile: "I wish you fame eight times in advance."

"Huyan Zhuo Zhuo." Qin Ming got up slowly.

"What else do you want?" Huyan Zhuo Zhuo will go all out since he has made a decision. This is his character.

"You won't regret today's decision." Qin Ming clenched his right hand, and the spirit of Shura Dao dissipated quietly.

Dantian Qihai, his eyes gradually closed, and a low voice echoed faintly: "go, your famous first war, release it with all your strength. A Shura knife is enough to sweep the eight sects in the northern region."

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The first martial arts training ground, the largest and most magnificent martial arts training ground of Qingyun sect, is usually not open to the outside world. It is only for Jinling disciples and a few middle-aged disciples to practice.

Today is a sea of people. Thousands of disciples gathered here to see off their "Heroes".

Four Jinling disciples stood at the front, "Jinjian" Mu Cheng, "Youhuo" Zhang Lan, "Suyi" Li Nian, "magic sea" Mu RongChong.

This is the strongest representative of the new generation. It not only has strength, but also has talent and strong aura. It has been famous for Qingyun sect for several years.

Behind them are TIESHANHE, Ling Xue, he xiangtian, Han Qianye, Ding Dian and Zou Yao. The six strongest disciples of the new generation are all their own disciples. Their comprehensive strength is strong enough to represent Qingyun sect in eight tea parties.

Especially TIESHANHE and Lingxue, their reputation and strength are not weaker than Jinling disciples! No one has any objection to this lineup.

The five elders brought more than 30 middle-aged disciples to the martial arts platform. They would also attend eight tea parties and accompany the patriarch to meet with the senior leaders of other sects.

"Hello, elder!" Mu Cheng and others nodded.

"The spirit is good." the five elders responded with a smile and went to the front to discuss the itinerary with the middle-aged disciples.

"Why didn't the patriarch come?" Ding Dian muttered. Although he was ugly and bandit, he had a good relationship with handsome Han Qianye.

"Let's hand over the affairs of the sect." Han Qianye faintly stood in the team and was not used to being surrounded by thousands of disciples, which made him very uncomfortable.

Ding Dian twisted his neck and crunched: "I can't wait! Zongli has high expectations for us this time. Let's not be brushed down as soon as we get on the stage."

"We should be able to hold out for a few games, just for fear that some people will lag behind." Han Qianye said softly, neither light nor heavy, which just spread in their team.

He xiangtianzheng accepted the worship of his disciples with a smile. His face sank immediately when he heard the speech: "Han Qianye, who are you talking about?"

"It's just a wake-up call for everyone. You don't have to jump out in a hurry. Han Qianye has always been against he xiangtian and doesn't recognize he xiangtian's strength.

He xiangtian sneered: "you are the most unqualified of the six Pro disciples. You still have the face to publicize here."

Zou Yao took the initiative to stand next to he xiangtian and raised her mouth: "we are not only going to participate in the competition, but also represent the image of Qingyun sect. You said that you, a guy with no men or women, have to participate. What do other sects think of us?"

Zou Yao is the granddaughter of an elder of Qingyun sect. She has talent and strength. She is also close to he xiangtian.

Ding Dian's face was cold: "Dog Man and woman! Are you finished?"

TIESHANHE, Lingxue and others were expressionless. They didn't seem to hear anything, let alone talk to each other.

The team is not as harmonious as the disciples saw.

The elder in front couldn't listen. He coughed deliberately and was very dissatisfied with their infighting.

Zou Yao walked to the front and smiled and took an elder's arm: "elder Helian, why doesn't the patriarch come? We've been waiting for a long time."

Elder Helian said indifferently, "just wait. There is a distinguished guest in the sect, and the Lord is receiving him."

"What noble guest has such a big weight?" Zou Yao wondered. They all set out immediately. Who can drag down the patriarch? "The head of the Huyan family."

"Oh? What's he doing here?" not only Zou Yao but also Ding Dian. The Huyan family has become more and more powerful in recent years. Not only has the chamber of Commerce spread all over the northern region, there are more and more strong people in Zongli, but also the relationship with Qingyun sect has become closer and closer. Is it important to visit at this critical moment? The elders didn't speak. They also wondered why the head of the hoyan family chose to visit at this time, and specially called the patriarch to talk privately.

"It doesn't matter. Wait. I'll go when I should go." Han Qianye deliberately walked to the side and opened the distance from he xiangtian.

Qin Ming came to the martial arts arena, walked to the front of the crowd, looked at the ten disciples on the martial arts platform, smiled and walked directly over. He went back to the warehouse to take a bath and changed into clean clothes before he packed up and came with his baggage.

The disciples nearby are very strange. Why did the boy come out of the dungeon? Where are you going with your baggage? Huyan Zhuo Zhuo stepped up quickly and said with a smile: "childe Qin, this way, this way, please."

Qin Ming followed Huyan Zhuo to the stage and went directly to the expedition team.

The whole audience was a little quiet. People were puzzled. What was this? Mu Cheng and others frowned slightly. What are you doing here? Huyan Zhuo Zhuo smiled and took Qin Ming's hand and walked towards them, nodding and laughing to the five elders in front: "sorry, we're late."

He Lian raised his hand to stop them, and his face was slightly heavy: "who told you to come up! Don't make trouble!"

"Eh? You haven't been notified yet?"

"What notice?"

"Change people."

"Who is it?" the elders were surprised, and Mu Cheng was even more surprised.

"Qin ordered to attend the eight tea parties."

The five elders were slightly stunned and smiled: "stop fooling around and hurry down."