The Immortal Law Platform is bustling with hundreds of thousands of disciples, walking through the majestic buildings around them from time to time, either in groups, in twos and threes, or alone.
It was late spring, and the breeze was blowing on my face.
Huanglong Palace ushered in a grand competition event that takes place once every ten years.
No. 7 Square City, which is closest to the Immortal Law Platform, is naturally very busy. Disciples who usually practice in seclusion rarely come out. The shops are so busy that they can't even touch the ground.
Tan Bingzhu took a trip six years ago and just came back today on the "Empty Shenzhou". He was covered in travel, but his face showed no signs of fatigue.
On the contrary, my passion is surging, just like when I first started practicing forty years ago.
"On this long journey, I followed the Sky Divine Boat deep into the wilderness, fought fiercely against the demons, and experienced many close calls. I gained a lot. Therefore, this event will be a key event for me to stand out."
Tan Bingzhu clenched his fists unconsciously, "Those bastards, just wait! I, a disciple of the Qingxuan Sect, am by no means someone to be bullied."
"Your medicine."
The clerk from the Medicine Hall saw the obese disciple in front of him with a bruised nose and swollen face. His face was alternately cloudy and red. He thought he had an undiagnosed disease in his body, so he asked with concern, "You look badly injured. Otherwise, I'd better call him
The pharmacist will show you."
Tan Bingzhu was agitated and shook his head quickly. He looked down on the pharmacist. He picked up the medicine bag on the eucalyptus and said, "It's okay. I know where I was injured."
Yes, Tan Bingzhu just came back today after six years, and he was caught by the people who usually bullied him and received another beating.
Otherwise, he would not have fantasized about "making a mark" in the Huanglong Palace competition where all the heroes gathered under the blue sky and white sun.
The Sky Shenzhou makes a round trip every twenty years, specifically sailing to the inaccessible depths of Huangxie. With the power of Huanglong Palace, it has only set up about twenty strongholds in Huangxie.
And because of the ferocity of Huangxie, tragic events would occur where strongholds were destroyed and trampled by demons every few decades, or even shorter.
Tan Bingzhu was very unlucky, but also very lucky.
Unfortunately, the Huangxie training mission that he mustered up the courage to take on was terminated midway before he could successfully reach the designated base, and he had no time to return on the day of the competition.
Fortunately, he took the garrison task at a risk, and because he was a step too late, he luckily avoided the force majeure disaster of the stronghold being flattened.
Yes, in the past six months, Tan Bingzhu did nothing. He practiced in seclusion inside Kong Shenzhou every day, and his cultivation level almost stayed at the same level.
Fighting fiercely with demons and experiencing life and death are all delusional thoughts.
Tan Bingzhu walked out of the medicine hall with the medicine bag in hand. Looking at the streets with people coming and going, he felt that he was out of place here. He remembered that he was also a powerful figure in Qingxuanmen back then.
Unexpectedly, when I arrived at Huanglong Palace, I would end up like this.
This couldn't help but remind him of the group of disciples he brought back last time. They must have had the same miserable life as him!
"Hey, Uncle Tan Bingzhu?"
A familiar voice woke up Tan Bingzhu, who was stunned at the door. He turned around and found a girl with a calm temperament staring at him.
Tan Bingzhu thought for a while and then remembered that this was a junior of his own. His face moved and he sighed, "You also come to the Medicine Hall to see a doctor?"
Li Qinglin's eyes moved on Master Tan's face, wanting to ask where those injuries came from.
It just seems a bit impolite to ask so directly.
He hesitated to speak, and Li Qinglin slowly shook his head, "Uncle, we are here to see Senior Brother Wang Teng."
Tan Bingzhu said "Oh" and thought for a moment. He really couldn't remember who Wang Teng was, so he nodded and was about to leave, but was stopped by a word.
"Senior Brother Wang Teng is visiting a senior pharmacist in the Medicine Hall, Uncle Tan. You are in very bad shape. Why don't you come with us into the hall?"
Li Qinglin said kindly.
When Tan Bingzhu heard that he wanted to see the pharmacist, he shook his head like a big rattle in a panic, "No, no, we will meet again later, we will meet again later."
With that said, he left in a hurry.
Beside Li Qinglin, Yu Wen and Zuo Xiulan watched from the beginning. They didn't speak separately until Tan Bingzhu disappeared.
"Junior sister Li, it seems that Senior Uncle Tan is not living a good life, why not introduce him to Senior Brother Wang."
"Yeah, last time we saw him, he was still like this. He was always being bullied and left alone. I felt a little sorry."
Li Qinglin sighed, she didn't think so. The invitation just now had this intention, but Uncle Tan refused.
Shaking his head, Li Qinglin said, "Let's go in."
As soon as the three of them turned around, they saw a young figure appear out of thin air at the door.
It is Chen Qingyan.
"Senior Brother Wang, you're out."
Zuo Xiulan said in surprise.
"I bought a few books and came out."
Chen Qingyan replied dully, his eyes never shifted, but locked in the direction Tan Bingzhu left. Tan Bingzhu was in something wrong.
Li Qinglin said at this time, "We have found several dealers who specialize in selling Kung Fu books. This time they are definitely not the incomplete copies like last time. They swear that they have complete Kung Fu books."
When he said this, Yu Wen had already deployed soundproofing spells between several people in advance.
Chen Qingyan nodded.
In fact, he started collecting exercises and secrets from everywhere in the second year.
He gathered people and distributed the elixirs. Naturally, he would not simply share them selflessly. Huanglong Palace gathered a group of elites, disciples from all over the world, all of whom possessed unique skills.
Excluding those that have the same origin and cannot be taught privately, the amount of skills that have leaked out is still huge.
Chen Qingyan's elixir clears the way, and he can gain something almost every time.
However, most of the collected copies are fragments.
There are very few techniques that can be passed down, such as Qinglian Sword Song and Yunhu Lotus Sutra, and there are not even fragments of superior techniques.
I used to think of taking my time.
Now, especially on the eve of the Huanglong Palace Competition, Chen Qingyan has become much more radical in his actions, even semi-publicly using panacea to seek real power.
Superior Kung Fu is generally called "True Kung Fu" by people because its true power touches the Great Dao, such as "Black Lotus Mysterious Kung", which is habitually called Black Lotus Zhen Kung.
His actions naturally attracted a lot of attention.
But the competition is approaching, and everyone is busy with rankings, so they don’t pay much attention to it.
After all, there are also many people who are seeking Kung Fu like Chen Qingyan, but they are not so direct.
As Luo Tong said, after that interrogation, until the beginning of the competition, no one asked him to question him again.
It seems that he already believes that his life experience is innocent.
But Chen Qingyan knew that it was only temporary.
As long as he performs outstandingly in this competition, it will definitely arouse suspicion.
These doubts are nothing.
The key is that the gaze of the palace master "Xu Ming" is fatal.
True skills are hard to find, and the upper-level immortal sect's blockade of such skills that lead directly to the avenue is much stricter than he originally imagined.
At this point, Chen Qingyan had already begun to change his thinking.
He will participate in this Huanglong Palace competition, but it will be the last time he participates, and he will participate in a way that is unexpected by others.
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