Bai Xiaosheng went into seclusion for three days and completed the three steps of spiritual training, communicating his spirit, nourishing his spirit, and reflecting on himself.

Needless to say, the first two steps are very interesting. In Bai Xiaosheng's words, it is the starting point of introspection. This reflection of oneself is actually to use the spirit to shake the body and make the two more closely connected. When it reaches a certain level, the spirit will break through the limits of the highest level, slowly gather in the Divine Court, use the Shenting acupoint as the basis, and travel all over the body to achieve the purpose of introspection.

I am afraid that he will be able to enter the innate state before the journey, otherwise with his exhausted qi and blood, how to support the energy that is lost when breaking through, you can only look at the whole body and use your weak power to break through to the innate state with your weak power. If you use the method of Baixiaosheng, it will definitely not work.

On the fourth day, Bai Xiaosheng left the customs, and Shaoshishan Shaolin Temple also opened the door to welcome guests from all over the world. Bai Xiaosheng took Yang Kang and followed everyone up the mountain.

On the mountain, the melodious bells kept ringing. When we arrived outside the gate of Shaolin Temple, there were more noisy sounds, covering the bells. Bai Xiaosheng watched everywhere and was amazed.

The martial arts world is indeed unpredictable. At least 1,500 people have to gather in front of and behind the sect. After roughly calculating, there are probably three or four hundred young disciples participating in this battle. At this glance, he saw seven or eight different sects, families, and many casual cultivators.

"Amitabha!" Abbot Kuhui shouted softly, and everyone was silent for a moment, and his eyes turned to the square. Shaolin disciples holding sticks dispersed in a circle and cleared out a central clearing. Kuhui stepped out and stood in the center and said loudly: "Dear colleagues, Shaolin held a three-year small world sword competition meeting today, and invited heroes of a thousand miles of radius, regardless of sects, families, scattered people. Everyone gathered together today, which is a grand event in the world. Please spontaneously abide by the rules and do not disturb the conference. At today's competition, Wu Shaolin invited the Tiejian Sect leader Liu Wei, Baiheshan Taoist Taoist Zihe, the Qianyan Hall Master Xue Shilang Hall, and the first junior brother Kuzhi in Wu Shaolin Precepts Academy to be the judge of the competition."

"Now, please take the seats of four referees!"

Four senior masters walked into the center and sat on the wooden chair next to them. There was also a small wooden table with tea on it.

Abbot Kuhui explained the rules again, and everyone knew about these things before, but Abbot Kuhui never said much. After he finished speaking, he gave in. Master Kucheng, the first in the Shaolin Damo Hall, presided over the competition.

This competition is very simple. There is no registration or anything else. As long as you come, you are over 18 years old or under 30 years old, you can participate. It is a challenge competition. You don’t see any ranking, but whether you are really outstanding. As long as you are outstanding enough, you lose and have the opportunity to enter the last twenty list and participate in the competition two years later.

Shaolin is a landlord. In order not to put Da Bi in an awkward situation, a young monk from Shaolin Temple was the first to stand up.

"The little monk Wuxiang, twenty-two years old, please give me advice from friends!" Wuxiang Xiaoheshan was not shy either. He stood there with grace and grace, with the monk's robe swaying in the wind, which was quite a bit of a Taoist monk's temperament.

Master Kucheng saw that no one responded for a while and said loudly: "I don't know that the 22-year-old young man came to the stage to give advice."

"I came down to ask Master Wuxiang for advice." A big man with a knife walked out of the crowd. He bowed and said, "My name is Wu Qiang, I am just a man from the world, and I am also twenty-two years old."

Ku Cheng nodded and slowly retreated.

During the competition, people say age, and those people will also remember it. If they are found out from time to time, they will be removed and punished. This man looks quite mature, unlike the twenty-two-year-old, but the rules are just like this. He doesn't say much, leaving the venue to the two of them.

There are so many people here, so there should be someone who knows Wu Qiang, so I am not afraid of him lying.

"Master Wu, please!" Wu Xiangxiao Heshan waved his hand and said respectfully.

Wu Qiang looked at him and pulled out his big sword. Weng said, "I don't know much about fist and foot skills. Only this skill can be used. Master, don't you use weapons?"

"Amitabha!" Wuxiang clasped his hands together and explained: "The little monk practiced Prajna palm, and he did not understand weapon skills."

"Okay, then I'm not polite." Wu Qiang cut his sword and made a whimper. Everyone who watched was surprised and saw that this person had such a great force.

In the crowd, Bai Xiaosheng looked at the two people fighting and shook his head slightly. The gap was too big. Wu Qiang's sword technique seemed good, but it was really mediocre. Compared with the young monk Wuxiang, it was far behind. Although this person had brute force, his foundation was not qualified. Compared with Wuxiang who had practiced since childhood, he was really in the sky and the earth.

"Kang'er, what do you think?" Bai Xiaosheng asked Yang Kang on the side.

Yang Kang smiled and said, "That big man is going to lose." As soon as he finished speaking, the little monk Wuxiang clamped Wu Qiang's knife with both palms, swung hard, twisted it, and the big sword had been taken off.

He took two steps back and said, "Master Wu, the little monk has given up."

Wu Qiang scratched his head and said, "I lost!" He was also a bachelor, took his knife back and retreated to the crowd. When the others saw it, they became interested. An old man next to Yang Kang said to the young disciple beside him: "Akun, go."

The young man named A Kun flew into the venue without waiting for Kucheng to speak, clasped his fists and said, "Hu Kun at Xiapili Gate, 22 years old, please give me advice!"

Ku Cheng nodded, raised his feet and fell back. Wuxiang clasped his hands together and said, "Master Hu, please!"

The Pili Sect is not a big sect, it is just a small sect, and the inheritors are only a few big cats and kittens. But their martial arts are really good. Look at Hu Kun, he is much more beneficial than Wu Qiang. Although he is at a disadvantage against the young monk Wuxiang, he will not show his defeat for a while.

"Master, this monk Wuxiang has a solid foundation and is very good at practicing Prajna Palm. I think it is not an ordinary disciple. The disciples who use martial arts are not aware of, but the disciples see that this should be a skill of defense. His fists and feet are well coordinated, and his breathing is not messy at all. I think it is a method of practicing both inside and outside. In terms of the disciples, if Hu Kun can persist in being defeated by a hundred moves, he will definitely be able to beat Monk Wuxiang."

His voice was not loud, and he was gently replying to Bai Xiaosheng's exquisiteness, but the small voice was heard by someone beside him. It was the old man who made Hu Kun play. He looked at Yang Kang and Bai Xiaosheng with some surprise, and saw that they were young and did not pay much attention. Bai Xiaosheng paid attention to this person, who had a long breath, a rosy complexion, and extremely profound internal strength.

It is rare to see a small sect with such a person.

"Prajna Palm!" The young monk made a move and wanted to fight quickly, but Hu Kun was not defeated. He waved his palms to form a moon-wrapped shape. "Huanyuan Gong!" The thick defensive energy was not bad at all against the Shaolin's unique skill Prajna Palm. The two of them beat each other with one palm, and each stepped back three steps. The Shaolin monks were surprised. Unexpectedly, Wuxiang encountered an opponent with equal strength in the second game.

Soon, a hundred moves passed, and Wuxiang's offensive became weaker, while Hu Kun was still kept in a tight manner, leaving Wuxiang helpless. He knew that he had lost.

The young monk had a good mentality, and he made a mistake and jumped away, saying, "Master Hu defended tightly, and his disciple's strength was weak, but he lost."

"You are polite, little master." Hu Kun said immediately.

Ku Cheng glanced at Ku Hui and nodded secretly. Shaolin disciples are good at high skill, but they must have good minds. Wuxiang is worthy of being a disciple they specially trained, and both aspects are enough to satisfy everyone.

"good!"

In the crowd, someone cheered, and everyone burst into loud applause and cheers, cheering for the two of them.

Wuxiang stepped down from the arena and asked Hu Kun bitterly: "Master Hu, I don't know if I still have the strength to fight another battle."

Hu Kun nodded and said, "It's OK."

He nodded and said no more. Everyone got used to this rule and immediately walked out to challenge Hu Kun. However, everyone underestimated Hu Kun. They thought that he had fought with Wuxiang for hundreds of moves, but they were already very weak, but after a fight with this person, they defeated him in thirty moves, and there was no sign of lack of strength at all.

In the crowd, Yang Kang was also surprised and said, "Master, why is this happening?"

Bai Xiaosheng shook his head and explained: "His skill is good at defense, and it is quite effortless to remove strength. With his foundation, as long as he does not meet opponents of a large amount, he can fight two or three more people."

The facts were indeed true that Bai Xiaosheng said, Hu Kun fought again, achieved a four-game winning streak, and was defeated by the fifth man. However, his performance was definitely remembered by everyone, and he was destined to be the only one in the twenty places.

After more than a dozen battles, the ages of the people in the field began to change. At the beginning, they were only twenty-two years old, but gradually they became twenty-two vs twenty, twenty-one, twenty-one vs twenty. This is downward, because everyone understands that if you are old, you will naturally take advantage. If you don’t take it, that means you can’t do it, so don’t embarrass you.

Judging from this trend, those over twenty-two will not end up competing before the age of 18.

"Master, Brother Baike has gone up."

On the field, Bai Ke defeated his first opponent, and his skills in the Nine Yin Scriptures were naturally unconcealed. However, Bai Xiaohu's lineage was a casual cultivator, and no one cared about his appearance here.

However, Bai Ke's strength was somewhat unexpected. He won five consecutive games, five consecutive games, which was even more eye-catching than Hu Kun.

In the sixth game, Liu Zilu also went to the scene. He was familiar with Bai Ke. The two practiced martial arts together for a long time and were familiar with each other. At the beginning, there was still a battle, but there was no difference in winning or losing. This time, Liu Zilu took advantage. The two fought each other with a hundred moves and narrowly won with one move.

Later, Liu Zilu met a 23-year-old man and still won. He was like Hu Kun and achieved four consecutive victories. The three of them were all 23-year-old man and the most dazzling.

The subsequent years of fighting began to grow, and the sky gradually became darker.

"Today's competition was really exciting. Unfortunately, I'm old, otherwise I would have to go up and try it."

"Come on, you can't hold back your slap, let alone those older guys."

"If you can't hold it down, you can't hold it down. This competition is originally intended to improve each other. Not to mention those who are on the field, which one of us has no gains. I think, it's the key to participate."

"Yes, after reading Liu Zilu's sword technique, I felt it was very helpful to me. That kid is not old and the sword envoy is really a big deal."

The Shaoshi Mountain was full of people. Fortunately, there was a night and there was no rain tonight, otherwise everyone would have to drizzle. Bai Xiaosheng did not go down the mountain. He chose a place to sit obliquely like Yang Kang and everyone, waiting for the arrival of the next day.

He listened to the voices around him and thought that this big comparison was good, which was not enough in his eyes, but for most people, this time he would definitely gain a lot.r1152
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