After Murong Ningyue said that, she went to bed first. Although Murong Yue was curious when she saw this, she had to go to bed with her. The next morning, the two of them came to the canteen and found that the disciples in Wudao Sect looked very excited today.

Taoist Master Fuxue and Taoist Master Kui Ming looked solemn. Murong Ningyue couldn't help asking: "Master, why do you and Master Kui Ming look unhappy today? Do you think everyone is very happy?"

Taoist Master Fuxiao sighed and said, "You don't know anything about Qinglian. According to the rules, today is the day when our Wudao Sect and Dazhe Temple compete. Yesterday was preaching the Dharma and Buddhism, but today we will compete for force."

"Just compete, what's the big deal!"

Murong Yue interrupted at this time, and Taoist Master Fuxiao smiled bitterly when he heard this, "You don't know. In the previous three years of competition, our Wudao Sect suffered a crushing defeat. Those disciples naturally wanted to try it out if they had the chance to compete, but I, the head of the sect, were not so relaxed. If I lose again this time, I would lose for four consecutive years. Where can I put my old face?"

When Murong Ningyue heard this, she finally understood why Master Zu passed on her martial arts. It seems that although Master Zu has been hiding in the cave, she is not completely unaware of the things in Wudao Sect.

I guess he also knew that Wudaomen had suffered repeated setbacks in the competition with Dazheji in recent years, so he specifically ordered himself to appear and participate in the competition.

Thinking of this, Murong Ningyue slapped her chest and said, "Master, I will play in this competition myself, so don't worry!"

As soon as Murong Ningyue said this, the Fallen Taoist Master couldn't help but laugh and said, "Haha! The cultivation level of this competition cannot exceed that of the immortal, you are a saint... Huh?"

Taoist Master Fuxu was stunned when he was halfway through the story. Obviously, he also realized that Murong Ningyue was already an immortal at this time. It seemed that in the previous few days, Murong Ningyue had successfully broken through the Saint and advanced to the Immortal level.

But soon Taoist Master Fufei shook his head and said, "Your current cultivation is enough, but you, a low-level immortal who has just advanced, cannot be the opponent of those high-level immortals. When I saw it, you would still be watching on the sidelines!"

Murong Ningyue was a little dissatisfied at this time and said, "Master, you look down on me too much, right? I haven't even tried it yet, how can you know I can't do it?"

When I saw Murong Ningyue, Taoist Master Huo Ming, who was still unwilling to accept it, explained: "Qinglian, according to the rules, there are only three competitions in total. Our Wudao Sect and Dazhe Temple each sent three disciples with no more cultivation than immortals to compete. If one person wins, he can continue to the next game. If the contestants on which side lose first, they will lose. In this case, every place to compete is very precious!"

After hearing Master Nuo Ming's explanation, Murong Ningyue said more confidently: "Since there are three people, it's better to give me a chance. I promise that I will not embarrass our Wudao Sect!"

Taoist Master Fuxue and Taoist Master Kui Ming obviously did not expect Murong Ningyue to be so persistent. Taoist Master Fuxue thought for a moment and finally spoke: "It depends on the situation when the competition is up. If you really have the chance, you will be on the stage!"

Murong Ningyue was overjoyed when she heard this. Soon the group came to the martial arts training ground in Wudao Sect, and the people from Dazhe Temple also entered the martial arts training ground together.
Chapter completed!