Chapter 82 Sweep
In a corner of the martial arts training hall, an area of ​​only about a hundred square meters, there were seventy or eighty people standing. Most of them were disciples of the mountain sect, and the rest were their teachers.

He Laoliu and Monk Puji sat on one side with a smile on their faces, surrounded by five or six old men. Although they looked older than the two, they behaved politely as juniors.

They have different sects and different inheritances and belong to the same generation, but people of the same generation have different cultivation levels and naturally different statuses. A major realm is a level that is difficult to cross.

"He is a child from the Three Saints Palace. He is quite courageous. He was not discouraged by his last failure. With this kind of indomitable spirit, he will eventually grow up."

He Laoliu said with a smile that old people like them don't care about the cultivation level of their descendants. After living for so many years, what they value most is their character.

The True Immortal First Level teacher from the Three Saints Palace responded, "It is the previous experience that has allowed these children to grow. If they gained nothing, these children would be truly disappointing."

No matter what, the people selected to be disciples of the mountain sect are all intelligent and talented, far better than ordinary people, and have strong adaptability.

Several True Immortals from the Shangsheng Palace, the Immortal Master's Mansion, the Eight Dragons Temple, and the Zhenji Mountain also nodded. They also agreed to take these disciples to a deserted island overseas and let the boys and girls fight with ferocious beasts and survive by their own abilities.

With a wave of his hand, He Laoliu cast a spell to isolate the hundred-square-meter venue from the outside world, turning it into an independent area. The people in the martial arts hall could no longer see the situation here.

Puji stretched out his hand and used the magical power of the Buddha in his palm. The area of ​​about one hundred square meters instantly expanded to ten acres, appearing unusually spacious.

In this way, this challenge can be carried out smoothly.

Zheng Guangzu walked forward, full of energy and confidence, waiting to avenge his previous humiliation.

He looked at Wang Xuan who was calm and composed in the center, and couldn't help but think of the last time when Wang Xuan defeated their three brothers with a sweeping force. He was too naive at that time, but it was different now.

Zheng Guangzu became cautious. He knew that Wang Xuan was strong and not an easy person to deal with, so he kept observing him, hoping to find his flaws and weaknesses.

At this time, He Laoliu spoke up: "This time, it is us old bones who want Xiao Wang to go up and accept your challenge. We just want you to know that there are people who are better than you and there are higher powers. You must enter the Eight-Armed Heavenly King Realm with a cautious attitude.

The disciples of the mountain sect are not stronger than others just because of their good family background. Most of those who look down on others die at the hands of others.

Like Wang Xuan, he was just a casual cultivator who had been working in the hunting team for several years, fighting with humans and beasts in the wild. He had seen too many sinister and vicious schemes and encountered many dangerous situations.

You can get to know a casual cultivator like him.

Because of Wang Xuan, from today on you will know a truth: independent cultivators are not necessarily worse than mountain sect disciples, and sometimes they are even better. If you want to go further, you need to rely not only on birth, but also on hard work and strength!
Your origin is just a good foundation, a high starting point. If you don’t grasp it well, you will be surpassed and eventually become like everyone else! Remember this truth!

Okay, let’s get started.”

Some of the disciples were touched by He Laoliu's words, but some did not take it seriously and thought that the elder was too nagging.

Who can't talk about the great principles, who doesn't understand them?
At a command, Zheng Guangzu moved. It was as if a bomb exploded under his feet. The huge impact force made him rush towards Wang Xuan at a high speed. His lightness skill, which was close to the limit of perfection, was extraordinary.

A shadow appeared behind him and appeared in front of Wang Xuan in an instant. His arm fell down like a big knife, and his other hand clenched into a fist and hit him.

Wang Xuan raised his eyebrows. Zheng Guangzu's attack this time was clean and decisive. He had no hesitation like before, and it was swift, like a man who had seen blood.

This performance is better than last time and he is already a qualified fighter.

Unfortunately, Zheng Guangzu's movements did not escape his eyes. Every move was clear to him. The so-called swiftness seemed slow to him.

His soul was so powerful after practicing the Heart and Soul Magic Sutra, and his spiritual power was far superior to those disciples of the mountain gate. Seeing the weakness of Zheng Guangzu's moves, Wang Xuan moved instantly, pushing the air away, and he immediately attacked with a whistling sound.

"boom!"

Some of the mountain sect’s disciples didn’t even see when Wang Xuan made his move. They just saw Zheng Guangzu being thrown out and defeated in one move.

With just one clean and neat move, Wang Xuan defeated Zheng Guangzu, who had just returned from training.

Zheng Guangzu turned into a parabola and adjusted his posture in mid-air. He landed steadily without looking embarrassed.

But his chest was aching slightly. Wang Xuan had cut his midline directly, avoiding his fist and palm attack. His movement was so fast that he didn't even have time to defend himself before he was knocked out.

He couldn't even keep up with Wang Xuan's reaction, so one could imagine the gap between them.

"Next one." After Wang Xuan made one move, he stood there calmly.

It seemed that the person he defeated just now was not a disciple of the mountain sect at the blood exchange realm, but just a random passerby.

In fact, Zheng Guangzu was not really an opponent for him. He had even held back a lot in their last fight and had not shown his full strength.

Now his five senses are sharp, even far surpassing those of a blood-exchanging monk. He can easily see his opponent's movements, intentions of attacks, and the flaws between his moves.

The advantages in soul and mind make it seem as if there is a soul of an innate monk hidden in this body. Using only the power of blood transfusion level, it can easily defeat the blood transfusion monk.

"Who's on?"

There are more than sixty disciples of the mountain gate, fifty of whom are from Xianwu Mountain. They are all third-generation disciples. Only disciples with true teachings and elders have the opportunity to get one of the first hundred people to enter the other world.

Old He is a second-generation disciple. There are seventy or eighty second-generation disciples in the entire Xianwu Mountain, and he is considered the most outstanding one. From the second generation to the third generation, there are six or seven hundred third-generation disciples. There are quite a lot of people, and it is not uncommon to have dozens of them in the seventh level of body refining.

It is impossible to say that there are no outstanding disciples among these disciples. They just know themselves and the enemy and can win every battle. They don’t know Wang Xuan well enough, so naturally they won’t rush up.

"Let me do it." Chen Hong from Balong Temple came out.

Chen Hong was two meters tall, like an iron man. His muscles could not be covered by his robe at all. His physique was extremely strong. His skin glowed with golden light. When he practiced his internal energy, pieces of dragon scales appeared one after another, sticking to his skin.

The mystery of the dragon's body has already been partially reflected in him.

The core practice of the Eight Dragons Temple can create a dragon body at the body refining stage. It is obvious that Chen Hong has made great progress in his practice. His muscles, tendons, skin, bones, internal organs, marrow and blood have all undergone a transformation.

The qi and blood are like a furnace spewing flames. Chen Hong is extremely powerful, and his defense is naturally not to be underestimated. He is just like a young dragon.

His voice was as loud as thunder, and he said: “Zheng Guangzu lost to you only because he was in the early stage of blood transfusion, his body has not been completely reborn, and he is not considered a strong man in the blood transfusion realm.

I have reached the peak of the blood exchange realm, the true peak of the seventh realm of body refinement. If you can defeat me, it will prove that you are really no worse than the disciples of the mountain gate."

Wang Xuan was eager to try. This Chen Hong was obviously a good meat shield. His defense and strength were both top-notch in the same realm, but he didn't know how strong his combat ability was.

(End of this chapter)