The fire force only took less than an hour to dredge one-eighteenth of the Ren Meridian and arrive at Zhongji, the first aperture of Ren Meridian.
According to the cultivation method recorded in the "One Saber to Begin Your Journey Technique", the fire force constantly tried to dredge that condensed and solid aperture and refined the impurities.
Time passed quickly.
It was again at dawn.
Ding Hao's body was giving out heat that made the air moist and shone with faintly red as if he was in a steamer. The temperature in the room had gradually reached very high.
When the first rays of the sun came in from the window and fell on Ding Hao's body.
Boom!
Ding Hao's figure shook a little. He opened his eyes with a smile.
"Haha, Finally! I've made it!"
Zhongji, the first aperture of Ren Meridian, one of the six extra-channels, was finally thoroughly refined.
That aperture, which was originally filled with impurities, was n
They were dressed in pale gold robes, about 30 years old, with majestic faces, long hairs floating before their chests. There were waves of powerful Qi, swaying around their bodies, and even distorting the sunlight around them. All the nominal disciples were so nervous that they breathed slightly. Ding Hao felt like he choked, as if three ancient mountains were in front of him. The ice Qi in his lower dantian and the fire Qi in his middle dantian were both being suppressed, so they began making instinctive moves. They started to violently flow in the meridians and apertures as a resistance. Like thunder, they resisted instinctively. He hurried to suppress the two forces with his remaining energy to slowly stabilize the Qi. "That's horrible! The three cultivations must be more than primordial grandmasters. They must have reached incredible realms. Swordsmanship-seeking Sect's experts are as common as the clouds!"
It was at the same time. The three third-gen core inner circle martial experts, including Yin Yifei, all returned to the magnificent auditorium which had been built beside the Hall of Military Affairs. They greeted a few dozens of outer elders, inner elders, other third-gen experts of Swordsmanship-seeking Sect, and secular elders of Swordsmanship-seeking Sect who came from down the hill. Then, they took their seats and awaited the commencement of the game. After 15 minutes, the bell rang magnificently one more time inside the Hall of Military Affairs. Finally, the thrilling competition of the five academies was about to begin. Soon, on the announcement stone tablet in the center of the Hall of Military Affairs, the competition arrangement of the first round was presented. In the first round, 50 seeded fighters from five academies would be divided into 25 groups. They would fight in pairs to complete the first round. Li Lan, who was the most
"Still hasn't drawn the sword? I suppose he can't find a chance to! Haha!" "That's right. A swordsman can't even draw out his sword in front of his opponent. What a shame for your Eastern Academy of green shirts seeded fighter!" Western Academy of red shirts disciples chortled wildly. "You..." Zhang Fan was not eloquent or good at reasoning. Thus, he could only talk back with his teeth gritted. "You can talk the talk, I'll see who laughs last!" "Right, wait and see. Our Brother Ding must kick the sh** out of the skinny tall bamboo!" Eastern Academy of green shirts disciples like Wang Xiaoqi enthusiastically rooted for Ding Hao and glared at the disciples of Western Academy of red shirts. In the middle of their bickering, a dramatic change happened in the ring— "Clang!" A sorrowful clang suddenly rang inside the entire ring. Moreover, the pouring sword light icing air stopped at that instant. Everyone raised their head in
The more he reflected on the set of swordsmanship, the more exquisite he thought it was. However, the disciple Song Feixiong from Western Academy of red shirts apparently had not grasped the real quintessence of the swordsmanship, for he only copied the movements, not the soul of it! At the same time, a few dozens of disciples from Eastern Academy of green shirts, including Zhang Fan, gathered around Ding Hao in a circle, in the prevention of any disturbance. Ding Hao was taking a rest in preparation of the second round of the martial arts contests. "Ding Hao actually made it to the next round!" In distance, Ge Yin was not quite convinced of Ding Hao's victory. "He was just lucky and met a Western Academy of red shirts fool." Apparently, Zhang Tianlun was not satisfied with the result either. Although they were all disciples from Eastern Academy of green shirts, Ding Hao's victory had somehow stolen the spotlight that was supposed to be exclusively
"You are too far away... really not fun!" "You are just too weak... There is hardly thrilling!" Chen Sheng hissed, shaking his head as he looked proud of himself. Still, unable to do anything, Ge Yin could only seethe in anger. He could hardly summon any resolve to fight before such an adversary. The sore and pain felt by him extinguished whatever will he had as he sighed dejectedly and surrendered the game. At the same time at the 18th arena, another player from the Eastern Academy of Green Shirts, Zhang Tianlun, has just been defeated, effectively ending his run in the five academies' tournament. "Liang Feixue of the Honorable Alliance of Seven! He's too terrible!" Standing at the bottom of the arena, Zhang Tianlun reflected on what had happened four to five minutes ago on the arena and looked up at the young man in flowing robes of white that contrasted his long black hair, feeling a sudden chill that made him shuddered. Zhang Tian
They all studied the opponents they might encounter in the next round. Some of the people were filled with apprehension while others scoffed at the spectacular battle. "Hurmph, warriors are the noblest people who practice Qi. Fighting like savages is really embarrassing for the martial artists of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect." "It is really stunning to be able to cultivate their strength to such a level. It seems that the two people have all practiced some sort of Golden Body magic skills secretly. We must not underestimate them!" "A powerful physical body is the basis of unleashing powerful battle strength. These two people have unlimited potential!" "Hurmph, the two of them are savages with strong bodies but are simple-minded. They are not worthy of being my opponents!" The seeded fighters of each courtyard who had successfully entered the third round watched the battle on the arena. They each held different views. Some of them might hav
The youth who was proud and arrogant and had many bad habits had already reigned himself in plenty. He had spent time with Ding Hao and Zhang Fan, and the three people got along well. They conversed for a while. The two of them did not dare to disturb Ding Hao's rest and left. Boom! The room's stone door shut from the outside. Ding Hao breathed out lightly. Then, he sat on the stone bed cross-legged and slowly started to activate his martial arts skills to recuperate. It was a forceful and satisfying fight today with Dong Yi from the Southern Academy of purple shirts. Since his miraculous encounter in the cave of the garbage cliff at the back of the mountain, Ding Hao's physical body had become very much stronger. He had yet to meet his match in terms of physical strength. This Dong Yi was an exception. He had fought with Ding Hao for almost two hours. Even though he had managed to cause Dong Yi to faint in the end, but Ding Hao had i
Wang Xiaoqi was from a merchant family and was very rich. Money flowed out of his hands like running water, and he did not feel bad about it. Ding Hao kept the little booklet and nodded slightly. Then, he patted Wang Xiaoqi's shoulders and said, "Junior Brother Zhong. Thank you. I will remember your help." "Senior Brother, you're really great." Zhang Fan had tossed away the ill-feeling he had in his happiness. He hugged Wang Xiaoqi's shoulders excitedly and said, "With this, Senior Brother's chances of winning are even higher in today's competition." Wang Xiaoqi laughed. He was very happy. Ding Hao's stance, especially, made him heave a sigh of relief silently. Wang Xiaoqi was from a merchant family. Even though his family had always been grooming him to study martial arts, he had been influenced by his surroundings as a child. He was rather talented in the art of finances and was able to see things and people for what they were. Wang