"Did you break through?" Meng Kaifeng withdrew his long sword, his two sharp sword eyebrows knitted together, obviously knowing something about the strength Luo Lin registered when he signed up.

Luo Lin nodded slightly in disbelief, as if breaking through to the eighth level was just a trivial matter for him.

Although Meng Kaifeng's moves were fierce and his sword energy was overwhelming, there was a huge gap in realm between him and Luo Lin. In fact, their real strength was almost the same.

Even if the attack power of Luo Lin's Liuyun Sword Technique is slightly weaker than that of Meng Kaifeng, it won't be much worse. Moreover, most of Meng Kaifeng's attacks can be neutralized by his skillful use of body skills.

In comparison, Meng Kaifeng, who focuses on attacking, consumes much more internal energy than him.

And Luo Lin's skill is already deeper than Meng Kaifeng's. If there is a war of attrition, Meng Kaifeng will definitely lose.

Moreover... Luo Lin didn't seem to have any intention of passively dodging all the time. His figure was erratic, dodging Meng Kaifeng's sword moves, and at the same time using his sword to inflict a few wounds on Meng Kaifeng's body from time to time.

Meng Kaifeng is the master's direct disciple. He practices pure swordsmanship and lacks effective defensive moves.

Although he has also learned some body skills, the master has not made much achievements in this way, far less than Hu Yizhi who has been immersed in body skills for a long time. Therefore, Meng Kaifeng's so-called body skills are almost the same in front of Luo Lin.

It was child's play, there was no way to avoid Luo Lin's attacks from tricky angles.

The two figures on the field kept intersecting, but they were always separated at the first touch.

Not long after, Meng Kaifeng's body had been cut open with dozens of wounds by Luo Lin's long sword. His clothes had long been torn and hung on his shoulders like rags, revealing the strong muscles between his waist and abdomen.

Muscles, but fortunately the fabric on the two long legs was still intact, so the scene was not too embarrassing.

But even so, it attracted the attention of many female disciples in the audience, and even some bold senior sisters started whispering among themselves.

On the other hand, all the senior brothers and the male disciples participating in the competition did not notice anything wrong. They just watched the two people fighting in the field with full attention, and silently analyzed the moves used by the two people in their hearts.

After another half a stick of incense, Meng Kaifeng finally exhausted all the internal energy in his meridians. However, although he was bruised and panting at this time, and could only stand upright with the support of the long sword in his hand, he still held on to his body.

His back was straight and he didn't even have the slightest intention of admitting defeat.

Luo Lin panted slightly. Although he had acquired eight levels of skill, it had been consumed a lot at this moment. His body was not as spotless as when the fight started, and his right arm was struck by Meng Kaifeng's fierce sword.

A bloody hole was punctured.

Seeing that the opponent was obviously exhausted but still not ready to admit defeat, Luo Lin frowned, but heard a majestic voice coming from the platform in the middle.

"Kaifeng, come back." The leader turned slightly and said to the platform where the two of them were.

"...Yes, Master." Meng Kaifeng pursed his lips, and although his face was full of reluctance, he responded respectfully.

Meng Kaifeng put away his sword and prepared to step down, but as soon as he took a step, he stumbled and threw himself on the ground.

"Be careful!" Luo Lin moved and was about to step forward to help him, but before he could reach out his hand, a cyan figure jumped up from the audience and quickly pushed Meng Kaifeng, who almost fell to the ground.

In hand.

The person who came was Xu Yichen, the disciple in charge. Xu Yichen nodded slightly towards Luo Lin, then jumped off the platform with Meng Kaifeng and went outside the Yuehua Terrace.

The competition between Luo Lin and Meng Kaifeng was the last to end. At this point, all twenty candidates for the Lutang Competition have been decided.

All the disciples watching the competition on the Yuehua Stage were cleared away, leaving only the twenty disciples who had passed the finals and were gathered in front of the big platform. Although everyone may have different purposes for participating in the competition, everyone's faces at this time

Everyone looked excited and excited.

Thinking of the fifty taels of gold he was about to receive, Liu Xiaolu couldn't help but look forward to it. He stared eagerly at the leader on the stage, waiting for him to make arrangements for the post-match affairs.

However, the headmaster and the peak masters all stood up and remained silent, as if waiting for something.

After a while, an old man in white with a stooped figure came up from the audience. He walked tremblingly to the center of the platform with a cane.

The disciples couldn't help but be a little confused, but they didn't dare to speak casually in front of the headmaster and the peak masters, so they could only look at the old man on the stage with confusion.

And Liu Xiaolu had actually seen this old man, more than once!

Isn't this the elder of the Library Pavilion who gave her the Nine Transformations of Tianyin? Why is he here?

Liu Xiaolu really couldn't think of any connection between Cangshuge and Lutang.

The old man on the stage cleared his throat and said, "Congratulations to the little ones on joining the Law Hall. Starting tomorrow, I will teach you the strongest martial arts in our sect."

"What?" "What's going on?"

"Is this a joke?"

Everyone in the audience was shocked when they heard this. It was obvious that they did not expect that they had prepared carefully and passed the Lutang competition with all the twists and turns, but the result was that they would be practicing martial arts with an old man who was about to die.

Although Liu Xiaolu was a little confused, he was relieved when he thought about the Nine Transformations of Tianyin given by the old man.

Because it seems that no matter who comes to teach or what they teach, it seems to have nothing to do with her, a little scumbag who can't use her inner strength...

So, when will the bounty be awarded???

"Silence! How is it appropriate to make such a noise in front of Master?!" Seeing the disciples in the audience talking about each other, the leader scolded him coldly.

"Hey, it's okay, Xiaojian, don't scare the children." The old man waved his hand at the leader. The leader's face froze slightly when he heard this, but he seriously stopped talking.

Xiaojian? Although he knew that the leader's name was Mo Wenjian, Liu Xiaolu still wanted to laugh a little when he saw the leader who was over fifty years old being given such a child-like nickname.

Of course, she didn't dare to laugh out loud in front of the leader, so she had to bury her head in her chest and grin secretly.

The old man then turned around and continued to speak to the disciples in the audience, "Little kids, I know what you are thinking. I, Wu Tiancheng, have been serving as the elder of the Law Hall since I was forty-seven years old.

It’s been sixty-one years.”

There was silence downstairs. After a while, someone whispered in disbelief, "Sixty-one years? Then isn't he over a hundred years old?"

Everyone looked at each other, and even Luo Lin, who had always been calm, looked surprised.

It is said that sixty-year-olds are seventy-year-olds. The life span of ordinary people is only more than sixty years old. Old people who can live to be seventy years old are rare. But the old man in front of him actually said that he was one hundred and ten years old.

He is eight years old, which makes everyone not shocked.

"No matter what you think, from today on, you are members of our law hall. The so-called law hall not only disciplines people, but also disciplines ourselves. I hope that everyone can strictly discipline themselves in the future and become the pillars of the new generation in the sect as soon as possible." The old man said calmly.

Before everyone in the audience had time to raise objections, they heard the old man continue to say, "In addition, the monthly salary of all the disciples of the Law Hall will be fifty taels per month from the Law Hall."

"What??"

There were sounds of gasping for air one after another.
Chapter completed!