"Fu Shijian's comprehension is worthy of being the leader of the new generation of disciples of Tiannan Sect. He has just reached the peak of Tongmai Realm." The elder from Lanshan Gate exclaimed in the VIP seat.

"Average warriors who want to understand the artistic conception must at least have to be at the late stage of the Blood Refining Realm, and Fu Shijian is at the peak of the meridian realm. This boy's potential is limitless!" A leader of a force next to him nodded and sighed.

Not far away, an elder of Tiannan Sect nodded secretly: "Fu Shijian's qualifications and talents are both excellent. He has such an understanding at the peak of the Tongmai Realm. It seems that he is also extremely hardworking in his cultivation. This son can be cultivated as the future pillar of Tiannan Sect.

As for Feng Ze, he is also a rare genius who can be an elite disciple."

"Puff..." After being hit by Fu Shijian, Feng Ze opened his mouth and spitted out a mouthful of blood, his body flew back dozens of feet away, and his chest was lying on the ring.

"You lost." Fu Shijian held his hands and spoke lightly.

Feng Ze took a deep breath, stood up from the ground with a wry smile. Suddenly, he bowed slightly to Fu Shijian and said in a deep voice: "Thank you, Senior Brother Fu, for your mercy."

"Yes." Fu Shijian nodded lightly.

Feng Ze did not hesitate, he turned around and jumped off the ring easily.

Feng Ze knew in his heart that Fu Shijian's continuous dozens of palm attacks just now did not use all his strength, but his speed was very fast. If Fu Shijian had just hit the dozen palms, plus even half of the true energy, Feng Ze would at least be seriously injured.

No match at all!

Even if Feng Ze continues to fight, he will be abused by Fu Shijian.

Under the arena, there was an uproar. Many disciples looked at Fu Shijian in admiration. Fu Shijian's strength was far beyond the expectations of many disciples. Even Feng Ze failed to force Fu Shijian's full strength.

"I'm really looking forward to it. I don't know who can make Senior Brother Fu work hard. Perhaps, in this inner sect competition, no one can force Senior Brother Fu to work hard." A disciple said admiringly.

In the crowd, Chang Le fell into deep thought after watching the ring match between Fu Shijian and Feng Ze.

"Fu Shijiansheng!"

With the referee's announcement, Fu Shijian also walked slowly down the ring. Suddenly, his eyes accidentally saw Chang Le, and Fu Shijian's heart suddenly jumped.

"Epiphany!" Fu Shijian exclaimed in surprise, looking at Chang Le in shock.

The so-called sudden enlightenment means that a warrior gets inspiration in an instant and enters an enlightenment state.

The state of enlightenment is hard to come by. Once you enter the enlightenment, the strength of this warrior can be increased by at least several times, or even dozens of times.

When Fu Shijian understood the artistic conception, he actually entered the enlightenment and then realized the artistic conception.

He knew in his heart the difficulty of entering an enlightenment state.

Without the evil talent and perseverance, you can't do this at all!

Fu Shijian has only entered the enlightenment since he practiced.

But soon, Fu Shijian's brows frowned. He saw Chang Le's sudden frowning, and his eyes opened, as if he noticed Fu Shijian's gaze, Chang Le also looked here.

Fu Shijian smiled: "This is not a state of sudden enlightenment. I guess Changle has some insights and falls into deep thought."

Isn’t it easy to enter into an epiphany?

Fu Shijian knew in his heart that Chang Le might be talented, but he was not so evil.

Without looking at Chang Le again, Fu Shijian turned around and left.

Chang Le was still standing there, looking at Fu Shijian's back as he walked away.

"I don't know whether he understands the artistic conception of speed or the artistic conception of slowness." Chang Le said intimately, then turned around and walked towards the periphery of the square, while walking while meditating.

In the distance, Shangguan Ming'er, who also ended the ring match, saw Chang Le's thoughtful back, and he wanted to go over and stopped immediately.

"He seems to have some understanding, so I'd better not disturb him." Shangguan Ming'er was not surprised. Chang Le's comprehension was there. She could understand it completely when she saw a competition.

Just as Shangguan Ming'er thought, Situ Xin walked over with a little depressed expression.

"I'm so depressed. I originally thought I would be lucky in this ring match. I met a disciple with a lower strength, but ended up meeting such a powerful master." Situ Xin muttered.

"Master?" Shangguan Ming'er turned her head and looked at Situ Xin in confusion.

Since Situ Xin broke through her cultivation level, her strength has also improved a lot. The average peak disciple of Tongmai Realm is not Situ Xin's opponent at all. If she can be called a master, this person is probably very strong.

Situ Xin nodded and said, "Yes, his name is Wu Rong, and he is also the peak of Tongmai Realm. His sword skills are extremely sharp. I feel... just like when I saw Chang Le performing his sword skills before."

"Same as when Chang Le used his sword technique?" Shangguan Ming'er was slightly shocked. She knew in her heart that Chang Le had realized the half-step sword intent.

However, every time Chang Le released the sword force attack, it was hidden on the sword, so Situ Xin and others did not understand this.

But this does not mean that Situ Xin did not know the powerful and sharp sword technique when Chang Le used the sword power.

At this moment, Situ Xin said that Wu Rong's sword technique was the same as that when Chang Le used the sword technique. Wouldn't it mean... Wu Rong understood the sword power?

Like sword force, isn’t it just sword force?

Without thinking too much, she immediately walked out of the square with Situ Xin while chatting.

The inner gate competition has been held so far, and the top thirteen have won. Tomorrow, these thirteen disciples will play the ring match one by one. The winner will get one point and the loser will deduct one point. The draw will not add points or deduct points. In the end, the number of points will be ranked.

In other words, if you win, you will get twelve points.

In the middle of his courtyard, Chang Le quietly clung to the ground. He sometimes frowned and sometimes spread his eyebrows.

After a while, Chang Le suddenly stood up, drew out the Zhenling Sword, and gestured on the spot. The speed of his sword was getting faster and faster. In the end, it was no less than the dozen palms that Fu Shijian had used before.

But after dozens of swords were released, Chang Le suddenly stopped, frowned and thought to himself, "No, no! I hit these dozens of swords, and each sword has a gap time. At that time, Fu Shijian completed the attack of dozens of palms in an instant! How did Fu Shijian hit tens of palms in an instant?"

Chang Le thought quietly, and the dozens of palms that Fu Shijian and Feng Ze fought against each other must have used the artistic conception.

He felt that if he merged the artistic conception that Fu Shijian understood with the half-step sword intent, he was afraid that the power of the half-step sword intent would be increased by several levels in an instant!

Soon, a night passed by.

The next morning, Chang Le was still cross-legged in the courtyard.

"Hu" Suddenly, Chang Le opened his eyes, spread his frown, shook his head and thought to himself: "Fu Shijian's dozens of palms have artistic conception in it. When I saw him coming out, there was a distance between him and he could not tell what artistic conception he was. If, if, if I were to compete with him face to face..."

Chang Le's eyes suddenly lit up. After thinking for a night, he didn't think about anything, but he was very clear that every time Fu Shijian put out his palm, there was artistic conception contained in it.

What Chang Le had before was related to Fu Shijian's artistic conception. Unfortunately, he was not sure whether the artistic conception contained in Fu Shijian's palm was fast or slow.

This is a very critical point. If Chang Le could detect Fu Shijian's artistic conception, he would definitely be able to understand something.

In fact, even those strong people who have reached the Blood Refining Realm have not been able to see whether it is a fast or a slow state after seeing Fu Shijian's palm technique.

However, Chang Le was sure that Fu Shijian had indeed realized a ray of artistic conception.

Without thinking much, he got up and cleaned his body, and Chang Le slowly walked towards the inner gate square.

The last ring match was a bye, so Chang Le has now entered the top thirteen.

Next, the top thirteen disciples will need to compete with the other twelve disciples in the form of points.

In other words, Chang Le will definitely compete with Fu Shijian in the ring next time.

Inner Gate Square.

Although it was still just dawn, the inner gate square was already surrounded by a large number of disciples. In order to occupy a good position to watch the game, many disciples got up early and rushed here.

In the square, many disciples looked excited and excited. This inner gate competition has been the last step, and it is also the most intense and most exciting.

"The next ring match will be held in the form of points. After the points match, the top 100 in this inner goal competition will be fully released. I am really looking forward to it. I don't know that the top ten will be those disciples."

"Senior Brother Fu, Shi Gangshi, and Hongqi, the three of them are the biggest competitors in the top three of the inner sect competition in this year."

"The collision between geniuses and geniuses is really exciting."

No matter how many disciples talk about it, the arena competition has begun.

"All disciples should pay attention. Please go to the ring to prepare for the competition according to their respective tokens." An elder in a green robe in the inner gate passed out loudly.

As the elder finished speaking, dozens of disciples with varying cultivation began to walk towards their respective rings in the square.

"Gathlon No. 5, I don't know who my opponent is." Chang Le also headed towards the fifth ring in the square with a black triangle token in his hand.

On the fifth arena.

"Chang Le, Wang Shan, are you two ready?" The referee glanced at Chang Le, then looked at a young man opposite Chang Le, and said in a deep voice.

Chang Le nodded, and the young man opposite him nodded calmly.

Wang Shan was at the peak of Tongmai Realm. Like Shangguan Ming'er, Hongqi and others, he also served as an inspector. Wang Shan served as an inspector, so his qualifications and talents were naturally extremely rewarding.

Under the arena, many disciples looked at Chang Le and Wang Shan on the stage.

"Chang Le's luck is nothing to say. He actually took a bye in the last round and was lucky enough to directly enter the top thirteen. Even if he loses every ring game, he can still stay in the thirteenth place."

"Chang Le's strength is at most twenty, but he rushed into the top thirteen. However, even so, his ranking is at most thirteenth, making it difficult to improve."

Many disciples were talking about it and were very dissatisfied with Chang Le.

After all, Chang Le's cultivation level is too low, and it is only in the middle stage of Tongmai Realm.

In this inner sect competition, the top 50 disciples with the lowest cultivation level are all in the late stage of Tongmai Realm, and the number is only five. Changle is in the middle stage of Tongmai Realm, and it has entered the top 20... Many people are not convinced.

"Hmph, I'm just lucky." Some disciples with good strength said unwillingly.

However, some disciples think that Chang Le is very strong: "Don't be blinded by Chang Le's cultivation. He can defeat the iron hand Wu Hang, defeat Yang Wuying, and make Huang Ming attach great importance to him. Will his strength be low?"

A disciple immediately refuted.

Someone continued, "Yes, Chang Le's strength is definitely an extremely terrifying level, but you just don't know it!

Don’t forget that Chang Le’s best is swordsmanship. When the Yangcheng Beast Tide fought, Chang Le’s eighth level of talented sea realm was at the peak of the eighth level, so he resisted the fifth-level low-level wolf king with his own strength. I don’t need to say the strength of the fifth-level low-level wolf king. It’s easy to kill you in seconds."
To be continued...