Seeing that the three generations of Quanzhen Sect had arrived, Ma Yu, who was closing his eyes and resting, opened his eyes, looked at the many disciples in front of him with relief, and spoke slowly.

"You are all the mainstays of my Quanzhen Sect, and your future achievements are limitless. Today, the same sect is competing with martial arts skills. Remember that the brothers and sisters in the sect should be the most important thing, and don't rely on their courage to fight. Once I find someone who takes advantage of the battle, don't blame me for being ruthless and deal with the rules!"

Ma Yu's voice was not very loud, but the many disciples standing dozens of meters away could hear it clearly. When he said the last few words, his voice burst out like thunder, which shocked everyone a little dizzy.

Qiu Chuji couldn't help but exclaim: "Senior brother's cultivation is getting more and more profound. With just one move, you can see that his internal strength is probably above me."

The other five sons nodded and said yes, and felt ashamed of themselves.

Ma Yu looked around and saw that everyone was obedient and looked like they were bowing their heads. He nodded with satisfaction, waved his hand, and the Taoist boy held up a big box.

"I announce that the sect competition~start!"

Amid the cheers of the crowd, Ma Yu reached out to take out two lists from the box, looked closely, and then recited: "Yu Zhicheng vs. Liu Zhixuan! Two disciples are out of the list."

Two third-generation disciples walked out slowly, saluted Quanzhen's seven sons one by one, and then set off to prepare for a discussion.

Ma Yu stroked his beard and whispered: "Start!"

The two of them moved their steps at the same time, unsheathed the sword in their hands, lowered their sword tips, and slightly tilted their bodies. Each pair of them used a gesture of Quanzhen Sword Technique, Fenglaiyi!

Youfeng Laiyi is the weakest stance in Quanzhen Sword Technique. Because its posture is similar to a ritual, it is used as a starting hand gesture for intercourse in the sect to show harmony among the sects.

After the etiquette was completed, the two of them fought one after another. They had the same internal skills and practiced Quanzhen sword techniques. In addition, they practiced swords together on weekdays, and they were very familiar with each other. They probably hadn't fought this kind of exchange for a long time. The sword shadows of these two people were flashing, their body movements were light and they fought back and forth, and they were fighting with the same match...

Su Yi looked carefully for a moment and turned his head disdainfully.

Ma Yu and others also showed dissatisfied eyes. The sword techniques of these two people looked beautiful at first glance, but unfortunately their movements were flashy and unreal. Not only did they give up their power in pursuit of gorgeousness, but some of their sword moves were even slightly changed. They looked much more casual, but their power was also weakened a lot. The typical two masters with low eyes were low.

After about one stick of incense, Yu Zhicheng finally narrowly defeated Liu Zhixuan by one move and won!

Facing Yu Zhicheng, who was full of excitement, Ma Yu shook his head and sighed: "Zhicheng, you have a good understanding. You have made great progress over the years, but you have ignored the path of martial arts. Be sure to be down-to-earth and take one foundation at a time. Now you are a little too focused on being free and neat, and ignore the essence of swordsmanship. If you abandon those flashy things, you should have won this competition more easily!"

A bitter comment was just enough to reach the point, Yu Zhicheng was sweating profusely and bowed and said, "Disciple, thank you for your teachings, I will never dare to commit it again in the future!"

After saying that, he bowed and stepped back.

Ma Yu said again: "Yu Zhicheng won this competition! In the next game, Zhao Zhijing will fight Liu Zhiyi!"

Su Yi suddenly looked shocked, poked Yin Zhiping, and whispered: "It's time to arrive at him so soon, just look at how strong he is than you."

Yin Zhiping shook his head and whispered in a low voice: "I can't tell that this Liu Zhiyi is Zhao Zhijing's junior brother. He has always been his leader. This competition is just a formality."

Sure enough, Yin Zhiping's words were not out of the way. After the two of them came on the stage, Zhao Zhijing easily defeated Liu Zhiyi without even being unsheathed.

Su Yi couldn't help but curl her lips, "Even fighting is so fake, I can't even act. Brother Yin, you have been suppressed by such a funny guy for several years. It's useless."

After all the words, Yin Zhiping rolled his eyes and thought to himself that there were many people and powerful people. What would I do?

Afterwards, several competitions were made. The people who were on the stage were all fellow disciples who Su Yi had never met before. His martial arts were really not very good. Su Yi was yawning directly. The six Quanzhen sons sitting were all busy with their own hands. Some were holding a cup of tea and drinking tea, while others closed their eyes to rest. The only female elder, Sun Buer, was already whispering to the female disciples standing behind her back.

"In the next game, Yin Zhiping vs. Wang Zhiyuan!"

Su Yi's confused spirit was suddenly excited.

Yin Zhiping whispered with an ugly look: "This Wang Zhiyuan is also Zhao Zhijing's junior brother. This guy will definitely try his best to consume my physical strength. The reason why I could not defeat Zhao Zhijing in the past was because I spent too much physical strength and internal strength in advance."

After saying that, he smacked his lips in dissatisfaction and walked slowly forward.

After the two saluted each other, Wang Zhiyuan really shouted as if he was injected with chicken blood, stepped on his feet and attacked Yin Zhiping straight.

Yin Zhiping raised his sword sheath slightly, blocking the sword that was stabbing towards him. The long sword whirled lightly and unsheathed it straightened the opponent's hem.

Wang Zhiyuan saw Yin Zhiping attacking and hurriedly closed his sword to defend. He used Quanzhen's sword technique and could not splash the water he protected, as if he did not seek merit but wanted nothing.

Facing Wang Zhiyuan who was defending tightly, Yin Zhiping was like a mouse biting a turtle, and had nowhere to put his mouth. After fighting for two incense sticks, he found a gap, knocked down Wang Zhiyuan with one move, then took a breath and stood there. At this time, his forehead was already covered with sweat.

Ma Yu nodded in praise and said loudly: "Yin Zhipingsheng!"

Yin Zhiping walked down slowly and whispered to Su Yi: "A small half of these people are Zhao Zhijing's junior brothers. In every big game, most of the opponents I met are from them. Therefore, when I met Zhao Zhijing, I was already exhausted and exhausted and could not exert all my strength at all. Naturally, I was defeated easily. However, I have one more you this year. I hope I am lucky and can help you share some of my opponents. I won't say much, I will take advantage of the time to recover my strength."

After saying that, Yin Zhiping closed his eyes and began to slowly use his energy to restore his strength.

"In the next game, Gao Zhili vs. Lu Zhiyao!"

"In the next game, Liang Zhihua will fight Chen Zhipeng!"

"In the next game, Sun Zhijie vs. Zhou Zhirong!"

"In the next game, Li Zhibin vs. Liu Zhichao!"

As the sun gradually fades away, the number of people eliminated gradually increases. The rules of the competition are very simple. It is not like later generations that have anything like resurrection matches. If you lose, you will be eliminated. If you win, you will be promoted. Half of the number of people eliminated each time until only four people are left!

Soon, the first contest was about to come to an end.

Ma Yu took out the paper from the box and chanted loudly: "Next game, Yang Kang is right... huh?"

He reached out to grop in the cardboard box for a moment, then smiled in surprise and speechlessly, and said helplessly: "Yang Kang, bye, automatically advance!"

“Huh???!!!”

A neatly surprised sound was heard, hundreds of sounds even resonated, making people's ears numb, which was even more deafening than Ma Yu's voice before the competition.
Chapter completed!