After the quota of the eight tea party was announced, everyone in Qingyun Sect was excited.

It turned out that the eight tea party was coming again before I knew it.

Qingyun Sect has not won a good ranking for three consecutive tea parties. Not only are the elders feeling pressured, but the new generation of disciples feels dull on their faces, but this time it seems different, and the lineup is unprecedented. Even without Yue Qing participating in the competition, the strength of the four Jinling disciples and Tie Shanhe and others is still very strong, and the overall lineup is far beyond the previous few sessions.

The elders in the sect are very confident, and the disciples are also talking about it.

"What ranking can Mu Cheng get? Can he make it into the top five!"

"Will Tieshanhe and Ling Xue perform better than the other three Jinling disciples?"

"Who will become the dark horse of this eight tea parties?"

"Why didn't Yueqing participate in the competition? If she goes over, there will be no problem with the top three!"

"What kind of lineup will the other seven deeds send out?"

"Eight tea parties, I really hope to attend them, so it's okay to go and see them."

The elders let their disciples discuss it, and hope that the lively momentum of the entire sect can inspire Mu Cheng and others who are about to participate in the competition.

The sect leader personally met with Mu Cheng, Ling Xue and ten participating disciples, and each distributed sufficient spiritual herbs and precious medicines to ensure that he could show himself in the strongest state in the tea party competition and show the power of Qingyun Sect.

The atmosphere of the whole sect was very lively, and everyone was encouraging Mu Cheng and the others, but they forgot Qin Ming.

Qin Ming did not give up and ignored it. When the atmosphere on the ground was hot and excited, he practiced the Shura sword hard in the dark and wet cage underground, experiencing the most cruel transformation in his life.

The remnant soul woke up the Shura Sword again and again, and Qin Ming felt the Shura Killing Realm again and again.

A shrill wail and a painful moan echoed in the dungeon for a long time, whether it was day or night.

Even the guards felt cautious and wondered what was going on, but they didn't dare to go down and see. What if that kid went crazy?

Qin Ming would suffer severe pain every time. The black air of the Shura Sword seemed to tear his body apart, and the murderous thoughts of Shura Killing Realm seemed to swallow his soul.

The pain of life being worse than death again and again, the heart-wrenching screams again and again.

I felt so painful that I fainted several times while curled up.

In the end, even his voice became hoarse.

Qin Ming was really going to collapse at first, but every time he was exhausted, his relatives came to his mind, their voice, appearance, and sweetness and warmth of the past; every time he fell down, his father's advice sounded in his ears - the weak should not die well, the strong should not live well, you should be a strong person! Forever strong person!

Qin Ming has a life-long decision, which is his greatest reliance. He can recover as quickly as possible after falling down.

The remnant soul's opinion is to bear it ten times a day and slowly digest it, but Qin Ming forced to add it to fifty times, and tried it day and night, almost crazy.

Gradually, Qin Ming began to bear, guide and control.

The Shura sword energy also tempered Qin Ming through repeated destruction.

Five days later, Qin Ming entered the eighth level of heaven through purgatory-like tempering.

Although this tempering is not as cruel as death, it is so cruel that it is unbearable, the changes it brings to Qin Ming are tantamount to a transformation. Before, it was just a tough body, but now there is power emerging from the inside out. This is just an additional "gift" produced by Shura's sword energy and the "destroy and repair again and again".

Five days later! When Mu Cheng and his team set off for the Eight Tea Party.

Hu Yan Zhuozhuo finally came to the underground cage, straight to the point, and asked directly: "Realm!"

"Eighth Heaven! Stable!" Qin Ming turned his back to the warehouse, his body filled with black air, his head lowered, his voice hoarse. He was holding a black knife in his palm. This was not a real Shura knife, but a 'clip' condensed from the sword energy in his dantian, which was the form of Shura knife appearing outside Qin Ming's body.

It was cold and harsh, with a fierce murderous aura. Even Qin Ming felt the murderous intent, as if he was holding a small god of death.

"My father has arrived at Qingyun Sect." Hu Yan Zhuozhuo shook the key in his hand and smiled honestly: "I wish you a reputation in advance for the eight sects."

"Hu Yan Zhuozhuo." Qin Ming slowly stood up.

"What else do you have?" Since Hu Yan Zhuozhuo made the decision, he will do his best. This is his personality.

"You won't regret today's decision." Qin Ming clenched his right hand tightly, and Shura's sword energy quietly dissipated.

In the sea of ​​Qi in the Dantian, the eyes gradually closed, and a low voice echoed quietly: "Go, your first battle of fame is released with all your strength. A Shura sword is enough to sweep across the eight sects of the Northern Region."

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The first martial arts arena, the largest and most magnificent martial arts venue of Qingyun Sect, which is usually not open to the public and is only for the practice of Jinling disciples and a few middle-aged disciples.

Today, there are crowds of people, and thousands of disciples gather here to see off their "heroes".

Four Jinling disciples stood in front, "Jin Jian" Mu Cheng, "Youhuo" Zhang Lan, "Suyi" Li Nian, and "Fantasy Sea" Murong Chong.

This is the strongest representative of the new generation. It is not only powerful, but also talented and has the aura of a strong man. It has been famous for several years in Qingyun Sect.

Behind them are Tieshanhe, Ling Xue, He Xiangtian, Han Qianye, Ding Dian, and Zou Yao, the six strongest people in the new generation, all of whom are personal disciples, and their comprehensive strength in all aspects is very strong, which is enough to represent the Qingyun Sect to go to the tea party of the Eight Sects.

Especially Tieshanhe and Ling Xue, their reputation and strength are not inferior to that of Jinling disciples!

No one has any objections to this lineup.

The five elders brought more than 30 middle-aged disciples to the martial arts stage. They would also attend the tea party of the eight sects and accompany the sect leader to meet with the senior officials of other sects.

"Hello elder!" Mu Cheng and others nodded.

"I'm pretty good at energy." The five elders responded with a smile, walked up to the front to discuss the itinerary with the middle-aged disciples.

"Why didn't the sect leader come?" Ding Dian muttered. Although he was ugly and bandit-like, he had a good relationship with the handsome Han Qianye.

"Take hands over the affairs of the sect." Han Qianye stood in the team lightly, not used to being watched by thousands of disciples, which made him very uncomfortable.

Ding Dian twisted his neck and creaked: "I can't wait! This time the sect expects us very much, so don't be beaten down as soon as we debut."

"We should be able to hold on for a few games, but we are afraid that some people will drag us down." Han Qianye said lightly, neither light nor heavy, and it happened to spread in their team.

He Xiangtian accepted the admiration of his disciples with a smile on his face. He immediately turned dark when he heard this: "Han Qianye, who do you mean?"

"I just remind you. I didn't deliberately treat anyone, so you don't have to rush to jump out." Han Qianye has been disagreeing with He Xiangtian, and he does not recognize He Xiangtian's strength.

He Xiangtian sneered: "The person who is the least qualified among the six personal disciples is you, and you still have the face to show off here."

Zou Yao took the initiative to stand beside He Xiangtian and raised his lips: "We not only go to participate in the competition, but also represent the image of Qingyun Sect. You said that you, a guy who is not a man or a woman, insisted on participating. How do other sects think of us?"

Zou Yao is the granddaughter of an elder of Qingyun Sect. She is talented and powerful, and is also close to He Xiangtian.

Ding Dian's face turned cold: "Boy and female! Are you finished?"

Tieshanhe, Ling Xue and others had no expression on their faces, as if they didn't hear anything, and they didn't even have the intention to pay attention to it.

This team is not as harmonious as the disciples see.

However, the elders in front could not listen anymore and deliberately coughed twice, very dissatisfied with their internal strife.

Zou Yao walked in front and smiled and held an elder's arm: "Elder Helian Chong, why haven't the sect leader come yet? We have been waiting for a long time."

Elder Helian said indifferently: "Just wait, a distinguished guest has arrived in the sect, and the sect leader is receiving it."

"What distinguished guests are so worthwhile?" Zou Yao was surprised. He set out immediately. Who could drag the sect leader down?

"The patriarch of Huyan family."

"Oh? What is he here to do?" Not only Zou Yao was strange, but Ding Dian and the others were also strange. The Huyan family has become stronger and stronger in recent years. Not only has the Chamber of Commerce been doing it all over the Northern Region, but there are more and more powerful people in the sect, and their relationship with the Qingyun Sect has become increasingly close. Is it important to visit at such a critical moment?

The elders didn't say anything, and they wondered why the patriarch of Huyan family chose to visit at this time, and even called the sect leader to private talks.

"It doesn't matter, wait, I will leave when it's time to leave." Han Qianye deliberately walked to the side and widened the distance from He Xiangtian.

Qin Ming came to the martial arts venue, walked to the front of the crowd, looked at the ten disciples on the martial arts stage, smiled, and walked over directly. He went back to the warehouse to take a shower, then changed into clean clothes before packing his luggage and came over with a bag.

The disciples next to him were all very surprised. Why did this kid come out of the dungeon? Where were he going with his bag?

Hu Yan Zhuozhuo quickly walked up to him and smiled and said, "Young Master Qin, please please here."

Qin Ming followed Hu Yan Zhuozhuo to the stage and walked directly to the battle team.

The whole audience was a little quiet, and people were puzzled. What was this for?

Mu Cheng and others frowned slightly, what are you doing here?

Hu Yan Zhuozhuo smiled and took Qin Ming's hand, walked towards them, nodding to the five elders in front of him and laughing: "Sorry, we're late."

Helian raised his hand to stop them, his face slightly darkened: "Who asked you to come up! Don't make trouble!"

"Huh? You haven't received the notice yet?"

“What notice?”

"Substitution."

"Who is the change?" The elders were surprised, and Mu Cheng and the others were even more strange.

"Qin Ming attended the Eight Tea Party."

The five elders were slightly surprised and smiled at the same time: "Stop messing around, hurry up."
Chapter completed!