The Immortal Dao Calendar, the 108,964th year, March 15th, morning.

The red sun rises eastward, washing away the smoke from the top of the mountain, and a magnificent building leans out of the smoke and fog, facing the rising sun, scattering thousands of rays of light.

Countless disciples sat in line on the top of the mountain, in front of the hall, meditating and regulating breathing as the rising sun was meditating, there was no noise at all.

Xu Hongyi from Chenguang Hall stepped out of the hall and looked at the disciples who were practicing quietly and couldn't help but smile: "After a hundred years of hard work, the disciples in our sect have already become strong in the army. They have to choose people with outstanding talents to take on the burden of strengthening the sect."

"It's just a bit like that, it's far from the Taijing Dao Army!"

An old man with a simple face walked from the Thunder Punishment Hall, his eyes swept across the mountain with a cold look, and said expressionlessly: "London Master Xu is still too conservative. How can he grow without being baptized by wind and rain? These disciples seem to have a deep cultivation and strict discipline, but after all, they have little experience in fighting and cannot bear heavy pressure."

Behind him, a group of black-clothed disciples were solemn and stern, surrounded the old man in the center, and rushed towards the opposite side with a corpse-like aura like a sea of ​​blood.

Xu Hongyi's expression on the opposite side remained unchanged and said with a smile: "Old Palace Master Lei came so early. The competition started just at Chen hour. Why did you come so early today?"

Xu Hongyi is the Lord of Chenguang Hall, mainly responsible for teaching his disciples to practice, Lei Ming is the Lord of Lei Punishment Hall, mainly responsible for criminal laws. Due to different concepts, the relationship between the two has always been poor, and it is not the first time that they have had a fight.

The owner of the Leiming Palace did not raise his eyelids: "The sect competition is once every ten years, how can we not pay attention to it?"

Xu Hongyi chuckled. As the younger generation of disciples grew higher in cultivation, the real power of the palace master who was in charge of the education of his disciples became greater and greater. Although Lei Ming's strength was above his front line, his status was lower than that of him.

The Pure Land Buddhism has been established for three thousand years, and the heads of the sect have changed three times, and the disciples have received the eleventh generation. Now the sect’s rulers are disciples and grandchildren of Master Jile, so the generations between the palace master and the palace master can be two or three generations apart.

Xu Hongyi is considered to be Lei Ming's junior nephew, so he naturally respects him three points on the surface and gives him three points.

As the sun rose, the hall masters of each Jile Sect led a large group of subordinates to the Wangxian Temple of the Sect’s main hall, waiting for the head sect to open the hall and announce the start of the competition.

Three moments away from Li Chen's fashion, the gate of Wangxian Palace opened, and a group of elders came out one after another, and then several young men in blue surrounded by a young Taoist priest in a feathered hut.

Xu Hongyi glanced at the eyes and recognized that the young Taoist priest was Pei Shaoqing, the direct disciple of the contemporary head teacher Pei Yuanzhuo. He couldn't help but be stunned: "Why didn't the head master come out? In the past, the head master watched it himself in order to promote outstanding disciples for the Divine Cult. Why is Pei Shaoqing the main thing today?"

"Is it because the head coach has an opportunity to make a breakthrough? Now he has begun to pave the way for Pei Shaoqing?"

The way of passing the throne of the Jile Sect is not to be a direct descendant of the sect. If the previous sect leaves the sect, the best one will be selected from the next generation of disciples to succeed, rather than to take over the sect’s senior disciples directly.

Of course, the senior disciples of the head sect have the support of the previous sect, and the chances will definitely be greater than those of others.

But as in front of you, it was the first time that the head sect had arranged for the head sect's disciples to preside over the sect competition before they had stepped down.

Many palace masters are a little angry when you look at me. They are all qualified to compete for the head sect. Although Pei Shaoqing has excellent talent and has a very fast cultivation speed, he has been practicing for a short time after all, and his realm is not enough to compete with them. Judging from his current posture, he seems to have already set the position of the next head sect. How can these palace masters convince them?

Xiao Shaowu, the head of the Wugong Hall, took a step forward: "Junior Brother Pei, where is the head teacher? Why didn't you come out with you?"

Pei Shaoqing's eyes turned, and knew that the training had just begun. He spoke, "Master was in seclusion and practiced at a critical moment and could not leave the seclusion. This competition was hosted by me. Palace Master Xiao led the disciples of this palace to do their job well."

The square was solemn, and many hall masters stood beside Xiao Shaowu at some point, and their eyes fell on Pei Shaoqing, full of scrutiny.

Xiao Shaowu sneered: "The rules of the Divine Cult are that the heads of the sect are not the rule of the deputy heads of the sect and the acting heads of the sect. Now that the two deputy heads of the sect, Zhonglin and Wu, are still there, how could it be Mr. Pei's turn to host the competition?"

His eyes swept away, and it was so strange that the two deputy leaders Lin and Wu were not present.

Pei Shaoqing glanced at the elders present, and saw that the old gods were there, and only thought they could not see them, so he smiled and said, "Do you all think that I should not preside over the presidency?"

Xu Hongyi smiled and said, "If you have something to do, you will be convinced by your work. Since the head of the school is not in time, it is okay to be led by Junior Brother Pei."

Lei Ming said indifferently: "There is no certain rule for the candidates for the Grand Competition, and the head teacher ordered us to comply with it."

Although these two people were not dealing with each other, they were all promoted by the head coach Pei Yuanzhuo. At this time, their elbows would not turn outwards and they clearly supported Pei Shaoqing.

The other hall masters all looked at Xiao Shaowu, contrary to Pei Shaoqing, who was idle, since Xiao Shaowu became the Lord of the Wugong Hall, he has made numerous military achievements in the left and right battles of the Jile Sect. In the eyes of other hall masters, he will sooner or later take over as the next head of the sect, and naturally there are many supporters.

But the situation is strange now, and people without a deep background dare not tread muddy waters.

Anger flashed in Xiao Shaowu's eyes, and he stepped forward. Before his feet could fall, a voice from his master suddenly came from his ears: "Pei Shaoqing has entered the Soul-Heaving Realm!"

The voice flashed and he didn't say much, but Xiao Shaowu's footsteps suddenly fell and he couldn't help but feel a little confused. He had been practicing for four hundred years and entered the Soul-Heavy Realm, fighting for the Pure Land. Before Pei Shaoqing appeared, he was the young leader of the Pure Land, with his glorious and heroic posture overwhelming the same generation.

Unfortunately, another Pei Shaoqing came out. He entered the Soul-Gene Realm after only 200 years of practice. It was so fast that it was unbelievable and so fast that it was desperate.

After comparing the two, Xiao Shaowu became a common person.

Several hall masters who supported Xiao Shaowu surrounded Xiao Shaowu and wanted to make peace, but saw the always strong and vigorous martial arts palace master stopping and saying, "How dare you not obey the order of the head sect?"

Pei Shaoqing's thoughts changed and he immediately understood. He didn't even point it out. He smiled at Xiao Shaowu, and awesome in his heart. He stepped into the void and said loudly: "Today is a grand event for my Pope's sect. Because the head teacher was not as good as presiding over the competition, he ordered me to perform the orders on his behalf..."

At this point, something suddenly appeared in Pei Shaoqing's eyes.

On the jade steps that reached into the Nine Sky Pure Land Palace, a figure was slowly walking downwards, step by step.

Pei Shaoqing felt a buzzing sound in his mind, and someone actually came down from the God of Paradise.

Since ancient times, the Jade Steps of the Heavens have been used for disciples to worship the God of Paradise. Now, someone has walked down the Jade Steps of the Heavens from the God of Paradise, which is simply amazing.

Pei Shaoqing was stunned and naturally was noticed by others.

Many elders and hall masters couldn't help but feel dissatisfied. Since they were the acting masters to host the competition, they should have the demeanor of a leader. How could they not even speak well? They were still stunned in front of everyone.

Xiao Shaowu suddenly felt hope again. If he had good cultivation talent and insufficient IQ would not be able to bear the position of the head sect.

Then, subconsciously, many elders and hall masters also looked in the direction Pei Shaoqing was looking.

So he was stunned again.

There are so many disciples on the top of the mountain that are not blind, and they all look at each other with their vision. Unfortunately, their cultivation is high and low, and most disciples cannot see the scenery of the distant place.

Pei Shaoqing was stunned and knew something was wrong, so he laughed: "God blessed my divine religion. Today, the ancestor of the Great Bi actually sent someone to watch it. It can be seen that my divine disciples are becoming stronger and stronger, and even the ancestors are alarmed."

Xiao Shaowu showed a strange look when he heard this. He had achieved success in practicing the "Three Yang Divine Eyes". Looking through the clouds and mist floating on the jade steps, he saw that the person who was just a boy who was floating in the wind was extremely unsteady.

Is this really the person around the ancestor?

Could it be the little baby that the ancestor just brought up the mountain?

When Pei Shaoqing waited for someone to speak, he waved his hand and crossed the rays of clouds and connected to the jade steps, leading the young man to come.

The younger ones were still not moving. The Lord of the Leiming Palace looked at the young man but was confused and murmured: "This is the ray of leixia. Only the ancestors have refined a few pieces and distributed them to the disciples who were sitting down. Could it be that the ancestors have accepted the disciples again?"

Pei Shaoqing delivered a divine thought and received a reply in an instant. He smiled and said, "I welcome the uncle of the junior master to come to guide me. I wonder if the uncle of the junior master would have any words to convey when he came?"

This young man was naturally Lin Mu, who came down from the Pure Land Temple, or a clone made from the jellyfish fetus. Therefore, he showed that he was younger and looked only fifteen or sixteen years old.

Lin Mu was calm and calm, gathering his mind from the changes in space that had crossed a long distance in an instant. He was a little nervous at a group of people with bright eyes. He looked at the handsome and uncomfortable young man in front of him and said blankly: "No, are you?"

"My younger generation Pei Shaoqing and his master Pei Yuanzhuo are the head coach of this generation."

Pei Shaoqing is quite good-natured and said patiently: "What's the matter with my uncle here?"

Lin Mu felt relieved and shrugged: "Master sent me down the mountain to experience, but I don't want to send me off, so I let me walk down by myself. It's so unlucky that I almost lost my shadow by the wind."

Pei Shaoqing stepped forward to hold Lin Mu's hand: "The uncle of the junior master came just right. Today is a competition for disciples in the sect. You might as well look at me and evaluate the pros and cons of disciples."

Lin Mu took out his hand calmly, holding hands with a man is not a good habit.

"Oh, is there any realm limit in this competition?"

Lin Mu asked curiously that he had been practicing for quite a long time and had been exploring himself. It would not be a bad thing if he had the chance to have other people fighting.

Pei Shaoqing was stunned and then smiled and said, "There is no limit to the realm, why is the uncle of Master also interested in showing his skills?"

Lin Mu smiled humbly: "I am practicing alone on the mountain. I think no one can fight. If it's okay, I want to practice with my disciples."
Chapter completed!