Dong~

The powerful and vigorous bronze bell roar shattered the tranquility of the morning light, and the clouds and mountains woke up from their deep sleep.

The sea of ​​clouds is down in the city, the martial arts lecture hall.

Many disciples from Yunhai who woke up early came in a crowd of people. In addition to the numerous registered and outer disciples, there were also many inner disciples of Wufeng. The reason why they came here early was simply to occupy a good position.

You should know that the lecturers in the martial arts hall are all the masters of the God Transformation in the sect. For these disciples, free morning classes are the time they deserve to cherish, so no one wants to miss it easily.

The martial arts halls have twelve halls, corresponding to disciples with different entrance times, namely the first hall, the second hall, the third hall, etc. Among them, only the inner disciples are eligible to enter the last three halls.

Although the inner disciples have their own heritage, it is a precious experience to be able to listen to the martial arts explanations of other masters in the sect. Therefore, the lecture has not started yet, and there are basically not many empty seats in the three inner lecture halls.

But no matter which lecture hall is, the best position in the front row will always be empty, because those who are qualified to sit there are all the best among the Five Peaks of the Cloud Sea.

Although there is no need to sit these seats, everyone has agreed to his strength and status, even if the person does not come, the position will be vacant.

If anyone who doesn't understand the rules and takes a rash position will be very troublesome.

There are two futons in the front row of Lecture 10.

The time for the early talks is coming soon, and these two people will not come, but the disciples who are crowded behind are jealous of them, no one has ever thought of replacing them.

Unless he has enough strength!

Dong! Dong! Dong~

Three more bronze bells rang, and all the disciples in the lecture hall stood up and prepared to welcome the Grandmaster.

At this moment, a young man in white walked into the lecture hall.

Many people's attention was attracted, and some people recognized the other person's origin and couldn't help but exclaim.

"Wei Changfeng!"

His voice was not loud, but the lecture hall had just calmed down. So even the disciples standing in the corner could hear it clearly, which caused an uproar.

"Wei Changfeng? He is here to listen too?"

"Is this Wei Changfeng from Qingming Peak? Is it true or false?"

"Of course it's true. I know him, that's right!"

This name seems to have some kind of power. It shocked the hearts of all the disciples present, and more and more people began to pay attention, and various whispers were whispering one after another.

Surprised, disdained, and suspected countless strange eyes focused on Wei Changfeng.

Wei Changfeng's expression remained unchanged, and his eyes fell on the two empty seats in the front row, so he walked over without thinking.

He sent off Wei Yande and Chen Ting. He had placed his junior sister Ye Xueqi, and Xie Fang was the only one left to guard the Zangfeng Villa alone. After practicing in a closed door for three days, he came to the martial arts lecture hall for the first time today.

Because he encountered many problems in his cultivation, he needed to seek guidance from his senior masters.

Taihao Xuanyang True Art and Mingguang Life Protection Gang are both earth-level exercises. In many sects, they are definitely the secret skills of Zhenmen and Sects. They cannot be taught unless they are core true teachings.

Although Wei Changfeng was able to practice these two skills at the same time with the help of the skills in his soul memory, he passed the barriers to entry. It does not mean that there is a smooth road ahead.

On the contrary, the higher the practice, the more difficult it is to practice the two skills. Wei Changfeng’s biggest weakness is that his realm is improved at an astonishing speed, but his basic accumulation is far from enough.

It is already very irresistible to break through the innate world in just three years. No matter how talented he is, he cannot understand the essence of the two martial arts by himself.

The trouble is that Wei Changfeng's master Xie Fang has already gone into seclusion, and no one can give him guidance in his practice. It may be a solution to ask the seniors in the Pope sect, but the effect is still unknown.

If there is a choice, Wei Changfeng is still willing to stay in Yunhai Sect to practice. Wait for Xie Fang to break through the barrier.

“There are people here”

What Wei Changfeng didn't expect was that he had just walked to the front of the empty seat, and someone stood up next to him to block him, saying indifferently: "You can find another location!"

The one who blocked Wei Changfeng was a young man in his twenties. He looked extraordinary in a silver robe and jade belt. His cold face was a hint of arrogant. His slightly raised chin seemed to mock Wei Changfeng's ignorance.

Wei Changfeng noticed the gold-inlaid jade plaque hanging around the other party's waist, indicating that this was a true disciple of Po Xiaofeng!

True disciples are indeed qualified to treat ordinary inner disciples condescendingly.

But Wei Changfeng knew even more that the Yunhai Sect's rules did not say that the inner disciples should bow to the true disciples.

He said quietly, "Someone? Why didn't I see it?"

The seats in the martial arts hall are always first come first. Wei Changfeng certainly knew that there were so-called unspoken rules, but he did not think that he had to accommodate the other party.

The confrontation between the two attracted the attention of everyone present. They looked at each other, some shook their heads and said nothing, some gloated, and some looked at each other coldly, and no one stood up to dissuade the situation.

The man in the silver robe suddenly changed his face, and a sharp light appeared in his eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "Okay, just sit if you want, just don't regret it!"

Wei Changfeng smiled sarcastically, but he didn't take it seriously at all.

The man in the silver robe looked changeable, but he did not stop Wei Changfeng from coming back to his position.

Wei Changfeng had just chosen his role, and the master we talked about this morning came here.

"Disciple, pay homage to Master Zhao!"

Hundreds of Yunhai disciples bowed together to worship, and the sound was like thunder that made the hall buzz.

Zhao Shiwei Changfeng knew this. His name was Zhao Quan, and he was the master of the third level of God Transformation.

Wei Changfeng had just arrived at Yunhai Sect and was an outer disciple, and had listened to his teachings. He spent a lot of merits from the sect and gained a lot of precious martial arts experience.

Therefore, Wei Changfeng has always respected this serious and majestic master.

But I didn’t expect that Zhao Quan actually changed from the first lecture hall to the tenth lecture hall, which was a coincidence.

"Sit down"

Zhao Quan raised his hand and pressed it down, gently lifted his robe and sat down on the cushion first.

His eyes paused on Wei Changfeng, but he quickly moved away.

After all the disciples sat down, the Master of Transformation slowly spoke: "What we are going to talk about today is the art of Wumai Guyuan, the so-called Wumai Guyuan finger is."

In the huge hall, hundreds of Yunhai disciples listened intently and gradually immersed in the profound martial arts.

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