Little junior sister, she cried in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 15: Secretly Observing
Cultivation has no time, and for monks, time is only a snap of the fingers.

In the blink of an eye, there are only three months until the sect competition.

Lu Qingye's cultivation has successfully broken through to the perfection of Qi training.

Looking at the ever-changing spiritual power in his hands, Lu Qingye knew that he had almost reached the peak of his Qi training stage in controlling spiritual power.

But he is also aware of his shortcomings in actual combat.

Even though she kept practicing her combat techniques and skills during this year, those targets are not living people, living people have thoughts and can move.

Occasionally, senior brothers and sisters would give her a few moves, but most of their cultivations were in the foundation-building stage. When they fought, they would hold back because of her young age.

Lu Qingye felt that it was still difficult to stand out in the qi training competition based on his current cultivation and skills.

She has not forgotten the agreement she made with Hua Yinzhen and the others. Not to mention several of the disciples who are in the late stages of Qi training, Hua Yinzhen is also now a perfect Qi practitioner.

In addition to the alchemy weapon arrays given by the Hua family, although the competition has restrictions on the maximum level and quantity of things carried in each stage of the competition.

But those things of Hua Yinzhen were out of reach for ordinary disciples.

Lu Qingye didn't like to do things that were uncertain. Looking at the mountains stretching for thousands of miles in the Shangyao Sect, she felt that it was time to change some of her next goals.

Lifting the long sword in his hand, Lu Qingye walked towards the Zongmen's Yanwu Square.

In the entire Shangyao Sect, there are more than 100 martial arts squares, among which there are countless arenas.

In addition to the disciples who usually provide for battles, monks who want to discuss and fight can also go.

It's just that although there are sect rules and regulations, casualties are inevitable on the ring.

Therefore, all disciples avoid going to such places until their cultivation is not guaranteed.

When Lu Qingye arrived at Yanwu Square, he heard the voices of people inside.

There are all kinds of shouts and cheers. Compared with the fairy-like atmosphere of the Shangyao Sect, the quiet and elegant place where people practice meditation and listen to lectures, they are two extremes.

Taking a deep breath, Lu Qingye still stepped into the gate of Yanwu Square.

Inside the huge stone gate, there are many arenas built. The entire martial arts training ground looks like a sinkhole. On the walls of the sinkhole are seats for the audience, while the ring ring built in the center looks like an inverted triangle.

From top to bottom, there is also a division of cultivation.

The highest is the golden core stage, and the lowest is naturally the qi training stage.

The audience seats were almost full, and all the disciples watched the competition on the ring with excitement.

Lu Qingye also found a seat at the back.

"Li Shixiong, come on! Beat him up!"

"Jinyu, don't be a coward! Come on! Come on!"

"Slap him on the knee! Alas! It's too late! It's almost there!"

"Why does her sword dance look like she has no strength?"

Lu Qingye watched the battle in the arena, of course it was mainly the Qi training period.

On Qi training, with her current cultivation base, she can't see those fast movements at all, and some of them are also unclear.

So she didn't aim too high, and just focused on the Qi training arena.

While watching the battle in the arena, you can also hear some comments and pointers on the disciples in the arena from the ears of the surrounding disciples.

With the enthusiasm of the atmosphere, above the ring, the disciple who had perfected his Qi training threw his opponent to the bottom of the ring, and the disciples who watched immediately burst into applause.

Lu Qingye's blood was also boiling with excitement, and he waved the sword in his hand along with the others.

It attracted the attention of several monks on the side.

A tall and burly male disciple looked at Lu Qingye and couldn't help but grin.

"Junior Sister, you are so young, you just come here? Are you not afraid to see the blood on the ring?"

A few fellow apprentices on the side immediately laughed too.

When they saw it, they knew that Lu Qingye's age and cultivation level belonged to the group of disciples who had just started.

How can a new disciple not be afraid of such an occasion?

If there are, there are only a few of them, and most of them are elite disciples trained by those aristocratic families.

Lu Qingye's whole body had no other equipment except for the basic robes, accessories and weapons distributed by the sect to his disciples. He did not look like a child of that aristocratic family.

Lu Qingye looked back at the male cultivator who spoke and shook his head.

"Not afraid."

From an early age, she knew that whether it is between animals or between humans, there are always struggles.

The survival of the fittest is also vividly reflected in nature and today's world of immortality.

The male cultivator lowered his back to the tooth socket, and wanted to pat Lu Qingye's shoulder with his big palm.

He was easily avoided by Lu Qingye.

"Yo! Yes!"

He is a monk in the Foundation Establishment period, although he didn't attack just now, but his movements are not slow.

"A bit capable, but it's much better than it looks. Why, why don't you also go on stage and show off your skills?"

This time Lu Qingye shook his head.

Although she knew that the most important thing for her at the moment was actual combat, she did not lose her mind in a hurry.

She has to gain some experience before going into the ring.

Seeing this, several monks stopped teasing her.

From that day on, Lu Qingye changed from the original three points and one line, small courtyard, teaching hall, and cafeteria, to four points and one circle, with an extra martial arts field.

Song Qingwu held his sword and hid in the crowd with Jiuru, making him inconspicuous.

"Senior Brother Jiuru, it seems that your future disciple will go to the ring in person if he doesn't stop him. Those veteran disciples who have been in the battlefield are not vegetarians."

Song Qingwu glanced at the disciples in the martial arts training ground, and many of the disciples here belonged to Yijian Peak.

The reputation of Yijian Peak's disciples as belligerent had already spread in Shangyao Sect.

The Zongmen Dabi is about to come, if the elders and peak masters have the heart to accept disciples, they will also come to these places to look for them in advance.

Jiuru frowned slightly.

The little girl was less than ten years old. In front of the adult monks, she was just a child.

Although he has a perfect cultivation of Qi, he has no combat experience.

In his opinion, Lu Qingye needed to take it step by step, and it was a bit too hasty at the moment.

Song Qingwu knew some of Jiuru's thoughts, and Jiuru Zhenjun was indeed the highly respected Yuanying Zhenjun in the sect.

But because of his personality, sometimes he is very rigid and admits death.

"That girl, this daring spirit really wins my junior sister's attention, but it's a pity that her body..."

Jiu Ru looked back at her.

Song Qingwu shut up, but spoke again after a while.

"Senior brother, actually... for this young man, having blood may not be a good thing."

Jiuru looked at Lu Qingye, whose eyes were glowing in the crowd.

"Indeed, but sometimes we can't just rely on enthusiasm. It may not be good to stick to the rules, but it is the most important thing for monks to do when laying the foundation. At this moment, the sect's grand competition is in front, and there are not a few disciples who are as anxious as she is, but Combat experience cannot be changed overnight. If the arena fails again and is seriously injured, how can we talk about the competition?"

(End of this chapter)