Chapter 20 Silent Zen Qinglei

Qingma Post Hall, in a courtyard with a hundred steps.

The tall young man in a purple robe is standing in the heavy snow, motionless.

His eyes were closed, like an old monk, without a trace of ups and downs all over, just like a sculpture.

Heavy snow flew all over the sky, falling on the young man, piled up a thick layer of snow.

At this moment, the young man suddenly opened his eyes, and an electric light flashed through it.

The bright golden light rose from his body and turned into a rain-like needle-shaped shape, constantly expanding everywhere. Everywhere, there must be a sound of "thorns" tearing in the air. When the snowflakes touched the golden gas, they exploded into pieces in an instant.

And in the golden light, a ray of fiery red luster rises.

The luster is like fire, and it merges with the golden light in one place, leaving a purple light.

These luminance roar and wind, which are not only sharp as sharp as a knife, but also as fierce as fire, turning the purple-robed youth into an almost closed space within a radius of ten meters.

It snows heavily, but it is difficult for a piece to fall into it. As soon as it touches the periphery of the purple-red light, the crisp sound bursts, and then together with the aerosol is rolled by the tongue of the flame and melts silently.

The purple robe moved fiercely, and the young man's long hair rose in the opposite direction, like a needle like a sword.

At this time, the purple-red light reached an extremely dense level, turning into a huge image of a toad above its head. The toad's eyes were wide open, one was golden and the other was fiery red.

The light is vertical and horizontal, and the roar is rolling.

"Silent big hand print - broken font!"

The young man shouted in a low voice, raised his hands, and pressed it outward.

"bang" "bang" "bang" "bang"

A series of huge violent sounds appeared in the air, and the snow in the whole yard rushed into the air, as if a bomb had fallen in.

The fog rises.

After a moment, the mist dissipated, and there were four huge fingerprints in the yard.

These four fingerprints are centered on the young man's body and scattered in a square shape. They are all one meter square. They are printed on the ground and half a meter deep. The snow is swept away, and the green bricks are bursting, revealing black soil.

"Huh..."

Only then did the young man in purple in purple put away his momentum and exhaled a turbid breath.

The fiery purple and red luster also quietly dispersed at this time. Several young guys immediately trot over in the corridor of the yard, handed the young man a cup of hot tea, and said with a smile, "Brother Zen Qinglei, your 'silent' big hand print has reached the state of transformation. I'm afraid this year's martial arts competition is a martial arts mad star, Li Wuxin. Guys, you may not be able to suffer."

Zen Qinglei drank all the tea in his hand and shook his head: "There are too many mysteries of the silent big hand print. I only understand the part of the chaotic skills of the moon, and I am not very skilled. It is difficult to say who wins and loses compared with those guys."

Silent Big Hand Seal is a unique learning of Silent Sect, which is a very rare growing martial art.

The so-called growth martial arts means that this unique skill includes at least seven martial arts stages.

The silent handprint contains eight hand styles, each of which represents a power stage, each of which has a mysterious skill and a chaotic skill, which can be called a very high unique skill and a town school unique skill of the Silent Sect.

The broken font represents the chaotic technique of moon characters.

"Qinglei, you are really modest. With your current strength in the fourth level of the middle level of the martial soul, you must have a struggle against the martial arts madness star. The silence big hand is matched with your soul seal weapon 'purple gold Canaan gloves', which can stop your sharpness in the competition."

The door of the courtyard was opened, and a tall yellow-haired young man came in. He was twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. His eyes were like a torch.

Several peers next to Chan Qinglei in the yard saw the tall young man bowing: "Morning, brother."

Brother Du waved his hand, motioned them to avoid etiquette, and said to Chan Qinglei with a smile, "I just came back from Beitianshan, and I heard that you participated in this competition. How about it? Are you confident that you will get the first place?"

Zen Qinglei laughed hoarsely: "Brother Du, don't make fun of me. There is no such easy way to take this first place."

Brother Du smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "I'm not playing with you. You are modest, but you have failed to live up to such a strong name as Qinglei. You are like a scholar. I heard that your opponent tomorrow is a junior of the sunset sect. He is only 15 years old. How about it? Use your 'purple gold Canaan gloves' to scare him. Let him down?"

Chan Qinglei thought for a while before saying, "No, brother, I only mastered the 'Zijin Canaan Gloves' this year. I want to use it in the competition with masters such as Wu Kuangxing or Li Wuxin and Gui Shura. I don't want to expose my strength too early."

"It's also right." The senior brother said thoughtfully, "How can you use a cow knife to kill a chicken? That boy is only 15 years old, and he is a broken sect like the sunset sect. I guess you can deal with it with one hand."

Zen Qinglei smiled and said nothing.

At this time, Brother Du looked at a few of his peers and said with great power, "Why are you still watching here? Go back to your yard to practice martial arts. You can't waste a lot of time."

Several guys suddenly looked bitter and trotted out of the courtyard.

At this time, Brother Du changed his smiling face and enthusiastically dusted the snowflakes on his shoulder for Zen Qinglei. He narrowed his eyes into a crescent moon and said with a smile, "Brother, lend me some money."

"What are you doing?" Zen Qinglei asked curiously.

"The underground Qianzhuang in the city opened a gamble of the King of Wu Competition, and I gathered hundreds of taels to try my luck." Brother Du smiled.

"No." Chan Qinglei immediately refused: "The master told me before he came that I couldn't let you gamble. If you ask me to borrow money and go back to the master to know, I will be scolded."

"Brother, what are you talking about? Obviously, you can win the other party, why don't you let me bet?" Brother Du looked awe-inspiring: "If you don't take advantage of it, that's a son of a bitch!"

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In the afternoon, the snow is still heavy.

In the palace of Wu Wangzong, it is rare and bustling.

Young disciples from the forty-eight provinces in the south gathered here. The first is to participate in the Wuwang Competition every ten years at the invitation of the Wu Wangzong. The second is to exchange and exchange, publicize the benefits of their sects everywhere by the way, and recruit more disciples back.

In the martial arts sect, except for some large sects with their own industries, most of them rely on the sacrifice of silver from disciples and the protection of some rich people for their livelihood. Therefore, the more disciples, the better.

Today is the first day of the Wuwang Competition. In the morning, it was calm and I passed the four competitions. It is reasonable to shrink in the house in the afternoon on such a cold day, drink a few mouthfuls of warm wine, burn a piece of charcoal, and mix the time comfortably.

But things are often strange. Obviously, the wind and snow are roaring, and the cold is piercing. In the afternoon, there are more people huddled in front of the Wuwang Competition than in the morning.

It's not that they are not afraid of the cold, but because Wu Wangzong will welcome a person this afternoon.

This person's name is Zen Qinglei.

Silent Sect, Zen Qinglei.

A martial arts wizard who has not been met for 50 years, a young man who integrates the power of the two series of golden fire, and one of the top five seed players in this year's Wuwang Competition.

The Wuwang Competition is not just a competition. It represents the future development trend and power distribution of martial arts. The outstanding disciples in each competition will have a far-reaching impact on their own sects and the southern martial arts circles, especially the top five contestants.

Not surprisingly, these people will become the backbone of the southern martial arts world and the backbone of their respective sects in the future.

The ring is 100 meters square, and all the best Qingtian stone is used. Qingtian stone is produced in Kitano Mountain, which is famous for its solidness. After each game, Wu Wangzong will replace the broken or damaged Qingtian stone with a new one, so that there will be no accident in the game.

After the ring, it is the "Jiangshan Pavilion" which is one of the magnificent palaces of Wuwangzong.

Jiangshan Pavilion is four stories high and nearly 500 meters wide. It has an antique style, flying eaves carved columns, and is majestic and domineering. As the organizer of this competition, Wu Wangzong regards Jiangshan Pavilion as a place for guests to visit the competition. Not only all kinds of exquisite food and meals are prepared, but also the decoration is new.

The level of Jiangshan Pavilion also represents the division of status.

On the fourth floor, in the most open and luxurious room with a hundred meters square in the middle, three people are gathering together. An old man in the house is sitting on a purple gold chair, with crane hair and a purple robe, which is very luxurious.

Behind him stood a man and a woman and two middle-aged men. The woman was gorgeous and graceful, and the man was bold and heroic. He also held a long sheathed knife inlaid with red gems in his hand.

The old man with withered hair picked up a bowl of fragrant tea on the table, took a small sip, and let out a comfortable sigh: "Well, it's really a good tea. The tea in Tianmu Mountain is different. With the water of Longhu Spring, it is really unique in the world. It tastes sweet and fragrant, and the aftertaste is endless. Xiao Fang, remember to ask me old man Wu for some. Tea."

The young woman behind him frowned and said, "Master, you are so embarrassed. After two days, you have asked me to ask for a lot of things. I can't open this. You can go by yourself."

The old man was stunned, rolled his eyes and said, "Xiao Fang, you are so stingy. It's just that women are difficult to serve. Dashan, you can ask for it later. I remember you didn't ask Mr. Wu for anything."

The man named Dashan suddenly frowned and said, "Master, although I don't want anything, it's me who takes things. I can't open this. Please let me go."

The old man blew his beard and stared angrily. He looked back at the two apprentices fiercely. Then he picked up the fragrant tea on the table, took two big sips, and said to himself, "Since I don't want it, I will drink more. It's only once in ten years. If I don't slaughter some things from the old man Wu, I'm always uncomfortable. Dashan, give me again. When it's full, remember to change some new tea.

The young woman was coquettish behind him: "Master, you really lose face to the Martial Arts Alliance, a little tea, as for what?"

The old man brushed his sleeves and said righteously, "What do you know? Old Wu has always been stingy. It's a kind of ability to take advantage of him."

The young woman glanced at him and stopped talking angrily.

At this time, there are more and more people around the front of the ring, full of stuffing.

Not long after, the voice suddenly boiled up, and a tall young man in a purple robe came up to the left, with a firm face and eyes like a torch.

The people under the ring suddenly became noisy.

"Look, this is Chan Qinglei. Look at this temperament, look at this figure, it's the demeanor of the seeded player. Unfortunately, why don't my parents make me like this? Maybe I can also enter the top five."

"Don't talk nonsense. If you are handsome, is it very strong if you are taller? They rely on ability, not look like."

"It's really Zen Qinglei. I heard that he entered the realm of martial soul two years ago. I don't know where he is now. I'm really looking forward to it."

"Yes, it's a little pitiful for his opponent. Do you know who that guy is?"

"I'm not sure. I heard that it's a little guy from the Sunset Sect. Oh, don't worry about him. Anyway, he will lose his life when he goes up. By the way, have you bet? Don't blame me for not reminding you that Zen Qinglei will definitely win, but I don't know how many moves can win. The more you guess, the more you win. I will make three moves.

"Ah, you made three moves. I only made one move. I guess Chan Qinglei can solve the battle with one move."

"Here, let's not talk about it. The boy is coming."

In the noise, a beautiful teenager in a green robe slowly walked into the ring, with an indifferent face and a shallow smile at the corners of his mouth.

"Oh, how could it be him?"

The young woman in white on the Jiangshan Pavilion frowned and whispered.