Chapter 15: First place in the competition, choosing a technique

Hearing this news, Shi Jian couldn't help but smile with interest.

Although I don’t know whether this disciple of the Corpse Driving Hall’s elder, Simu, is the Taoist priest Simu who will deal with the royal zombies in the future.

But he is only six years old now, and the body-building stage has not been completed.

It is impossible for him to possess magical powers, let alone drive zombies to attack him.

In fact, the first competition among these 72 generations of disciples was to see who had stronger physical fitness...

In the crowd, after his name was called, Shi Jian was extremely calm.

He moved directly to the competition stage, and dealing with Simu would naturally be no problem!

after all……

He has already reached the seventh level of Qi training!

Not to mention Simu, if he mastered some magic skills, even Shi Jian would dare to fight against that 71st generation disciple with a mustache who was at the sixth level of Qi training!
Seeing Shi Jian coming up to the stage, a smile flashed in Wu Chenzi's eyes.

But more of it is the pride of being a teacher.

The Great Elder also stroked his beard. There was no suspense in this competition...

The elder of the Corpse Driving Hall looked at Shi Jian, who was calm and composed, and his eyes revealed deep admiration.

He also understood that his disciple Simu would most likely not be a match for Shi Jian, the master's disciple.

but……

What satisfied him was that although his disciple's four eyes were a little weaker, his expression was calm, at least he didn't look panicked.

But in fact, everyone in the crowd was panicking as they watched Shi Jian go on stage.

He had heard of Shi Jian's name, the only disciple of the master.

Whether in terms of talent or resources, he is definitely the strongest among this generation of disciples.

Especially at this moment, looking at Shi Jian on the stage, he was a head taller than him.

The muscles that were exposed from time to time trembled suddenly...

On the stage, Shi Jian was a little confused. What was going on with these four eyes?

Why don’t you come on stage and play with me?
It was not until the Great Elder began to repeat it again that Simu swallowed hard.

His face was pale and he walked towards the stage trembling.

Naturally, all the elders on the stage watched this scene. Although it seemed funny, when they thought about Shi Jian's physique, they all shook their heads.

Perhaps if their disciples were to face him, their performance would be even worse...

On the competition stage, Shi Jian looked at Simu with a slightly frown.

It seems that Simu is shorter than himself and not as strong.

However, after all, he is much stronger than those ordinary six-year-old children.

"Brother Simu, be careful!"

After Shi Jian finished speaking, he stepped forward, exerted force with both arms, and his iron fist reached the top of Simu's head.

In response to this, Simu's face darkened and he raised his fist to block.

There was a sound of bones cracking, and Shi Jian took a few steps back, revealing a hint of surprise.

Even though he didn't use his full strength in that punch just now, it still had a force of about two hundred kilograms.

For an average six-year-old child, this is simply unimaginable.

However, although Simu looks gentle and a little shy, the power from his fist is not weak!

Shi Jian couldn't help but admire that he was able to withstand his punch, saying that he was worthy of being an inner sect disciple of Maoshan.

but……

At this moment, only Simu knew how painful his fist was after blocking it!
"What a monster..."

Simu complained, knowing in his heart that there was no way he could win, and couldn't help but feel like giving in.

Shi Jian had no idea what Simu was thinking.

Looking at Sima's calm face, he thought that his test just now had not reached the other party's limit.

With a crackling sound, Shi Jian's entire body trembled.

The sound of his muscles and bones clanging together crushed the last bit of rationality of the four people on the opposite side!
"Muscles and bones are working together, the body is at its limit!

This is just bullshit, just admit defeat!"

Simu complained in his heart, then suddenly smiled and bowed to Shi Jian.

"Brother Shi Jian, Simu admits defeat!

My senior brother is extremely powerful and I admire him very much.

Senior brother will definitely win first place in the competition today, so I won’t waste your time.”

After saying that, Simu went straight back into the crowd without even turning back!
Only Shi Jian was left, somewhat bewildered, standing on the stage, feeling uncomfortable all over… On the high platform, the Great Elder smiled.

“In the first match, Master Master’s disciple Shi Jian won!

In the second match, my disciple Lin Fengjiao will fight against Qianhe, the disciple of the third elder of the inner sect!"

Compared with Shi Jian and Simu, the strength gap between Lin Fengjiao and Qianhe is not that big.

Both parties are approaching the late stage of body building, and perhaps within two years, they will both begin to practice Qi and cultivate the Dharma.

Therefore, the competition between the two was extremely fierce.

Sweat was pouring down on the competition stage.

Lin Fengjiao felt a headache when she saw Qianhe standing opposite her, with a bruised face but still showing no intention of admitting defeat.

“Why is this guy so stubborn?

You're clearly no match for me, yet you're still fighting to the end after such a long time.

I need to save my energy to deal with Shi Jian later!"

Lin Fengjiao couldn't help but sigh.

But he quickly focused because Chizuru on the opposite side attacked again.

After an incense stick of time, Qianhe was too tired to stand up anymore, and was beaten into a pig's head by Lin Fengjiao.

Lin Fengjiao was not relaxed either. Her face was pale and covered with bruises and purple spots on her forehead.

Seeing that the winner was finally decided, Lin Fengjiao couldn't help feeling nauseous.

The competition continues.

There were not many disciples in the 72nd generation, and the first round ended in a short while.

Half of the players were eliminated directly, and the second round began. This time Shi Jian’s opponent was a woman named Yinggu!

The results were not unexpected...

Shi Jian won easily.

Soon, the decisive battle came.

Shi Jian looked at Lin Fengjiao, who was serious and serious, and couldn't help but admire her.

At least it's good enough to be able to face yourself bravely.

"Brother Shi Jian, I'm sorry!"

Lin Fengjiao's childish voice was full of determination, and she kicked forward directly.

In response, Shi Jian simply raised his hand and stopped Lin Fengjiao in the air.

He threw it out with his backhand, did a backflip in the air, and landed steadily.

Even though I already knew that this master's disciple was extremely powerful, hearing about him and actually fighting him were two completely different concepts!
Next, Lin Fengjiao tried various moves, but they were all resolved by Shi Jian one by one.

In the end, I just admitted defeat.

Are you kidding? No one has made any serious move and he can't do anything about it.

Instead of continuing to argue, it is better to admit defeat gracefully!
"Junior Brother Lin, thank you for letting me!"

"Brother Shi is amazing. I accept defeat with all my heart!"

Shi Jian smiled and looked towards the platform, and Wu Chenzi also smiled.

Since he won first place in this competition, it was his turn to choose a magic skill to practice.

..............................

On the Damao Peak, Shi Jian felt his heart tighten when he saw the admiring gaze of his master Wuchenzi.

Wu Chenzi was very happy at this moment.

Because in addition to possessing an extremely terrifying talent, Shi Jian also treats his fellow disciples very well.

Although he had the strength to win easily, he never hurt any of his fellow disciples from beginning to end.

Wu Chenzi was very satisfied with this!

"My disciple, I promised you that the first place winner of the competition can enter the Sutra Library to choose a magic skill. I wonder what you would like to learn?"

It is difficult for Wu Chenzi to decide this point. First of all, this magical power requires a sufficient amount of true energy to be consumed.

But even so, Maoshan possesses countless magical powers.

Of course, Wu Chenzi is more inclined to believe that Shi Jian would choose thunder magic!

after all……

Shi Jian himself has a connection with heavenly thunder!

　Simu, Uncle Jiu, by the way, you can guess who the one with the mustache is.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)