"Alright, everyone quiet down. Now that all the matches are over, I have all the contestants' rankings in my hands. Now, I'll announce them."
After Han Junyang got on the stage, he didn't beat around the bush and started to read the rankings.
"Martial Warrior, first place … eighth place …"
"Great Martial Warrior, first place Luo Ping, second place Bai Yiyi, fourth place Luo Yunfei, fifth place Luo Yunfeng …"
"Martial Master, first place … fourth place Zhao Jiangbo …"
"Great Martial Master, eighth place Zong Yuanhao."
After he finished reading, Han Junyang paused for a moment and put away the name list. He said again, "These are the winners of the Dragon Tiger Tournament. In other words, you've earned the right to participate in the Battle of the Champion."
"I hope you can still shine in the tournament half a year from now. Fight for the honor of Long Province and fight for yourselves. Anyway, in order to reward everyone, the prefect has specially approved that the qualified contestants can go to the prefecture's Martial Library and choose a set of first-class martial arts to copy. Thank you, prefect. "
"Thank you, prefect."
Luo Ping and the others were overjoyed. The martial arts in Long Province's Martial Library were definitely not something the prefectural yamen could compare to. Any random book could be a high-quality martial art.
After that, everyone followed Han Junyang to the Martial Library to pick a martial art. After a full four hours, everyone left satisfied.
When they returned to their residence, Luo Haoyu had been sitting in the courtyard waiting for a long time.
When he saw Luo Ping and the others return, he asked, "How did you guys get? What martial arts did you choose? "
Luo Ping and the others looked at each other and put their martial arts copy on the table in front of them.
Luo Yunfei was the first to speak, "Grandfather, I chose a set of palm techniques called Heart Burning Flame Palm. However, I have to wait until I reach the Martial Master level and have inner strength before I can practice it."
"This palm technique can gather True Qi in the palms to create a high temperature and emit a raging flame. Once the enemy is hit, it will be as if they are in a raging fire. They will suffer the pain of the heart burning. In the end, they will bleed from their seven orifices and die from drying up."
"Yes, it seems like it's a rare set of palm techniques. It's a high-quality martial art."
After Luo Haoyu finished speaking, he looked at the remaining two.
Zhao Jiangbo pointed at the martial arts manual in front of him and said, "Grandpa, I'm holding a set of secret spear techniques. It's called 'Hundred Punishment Berserk Spear Technique'. Although it doesn't contain a hundred types of spear techniques, it's enough. There were firm and fierce moves as well as soft and gentle moves. The combination of firmness and gentleness was unpredictable. It's much more exquisite than my previous spear art. It suits me very well. "
Luo Haoyu nodded.
"That's right. You were originally proficient in spear arts. Previously, your spear arts were either too hard and too soft, lacking in variety, or too soft and too lacking in ferocity. This set of spear arts can be considered to be top-notch."
"Grandpa, Feng 'er is using a movement technique called the' Gale Nine Revolutions'. When cultivated to the peak, he can reach the speed of a gale and can even transform into the Nine Nine Abyss. He's also in the group, flirting with Luo Yunyue.
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To the southwest of Nandan Commandery, near the border of Lumen Commandery, there were many famous mountains and rivers, valleys and basins. The terrain was dangerous and the conditions were harsh. Usually, very few people set foot in this place. It could be said that there were very few people, and birds and beasts did not visit this place.
The 'End Smoke Valley' was one of the valleys where few people went. Inside the valley, a waterfall splashed down from a height of 100 meters. The splashing sound was like the roar of a mad lion, deafening to the ears.
Below the waterfall, a river stretched for dozens of miles, all the way to the outside of the valley.
There were all kinds of vines growing around the waterfall. They were lush and green, but once entangled, it would be troublesome.
Compared to the outside of the valley, the inside could be said to be a rare peaceful place, a paradise.
During the day, within 30 miles of the 'End Smoke Valley', the scorching sun was high in the sky. The scorching sun was like fire, like purgatory. The ground was cracked from the heat, and the air became distorted like flowing water. Not a single blade of grass grew, and sand and stones were everywhere.
At night, the wind was raging, and sand and stones were flying. The roar of the wind came from the valley, whistling into the distance, like a demon that wanted to devour the whole world. The wind rolled up the sand and stones, constantly hitting the surrounding mountain walls.
'Ka ka' sounds were incessant. After years of hitting, the surface of the mountain walls had become densely packed with countless holes.
In such a harsh environment, no matter if it was animals or humans, they would stay away from it, unwilling to come close.
However, recently, a young man had stayed at the edge of the 'End Smoke Valley' for four to five days, and he had already grasped the situation here.
"Not bad, this place has the five elements, and it's completely suitable for me to practice the 'Sandalwood Divine Technique'. I'll stay here for the next six months."
The young man was Luo Ping. On the second day after returning from Longzhou to Nandan Commandery, he said goodbye to everyone and began to look for a suitable place to practice the Body Refining Technique alone.
According to Luo Haoyu's instructions, he went straight to the southwest of Nandan Commandery. After four to five days of searching, he finally stepped into the 'End Smoke Valley'.
After another four to five days of observation, he was completely sure that this was a suitable place to practice Body Refining.
In the beginning, he could only accept the scorching sun at the edge of the valley. It had to be said that even at the edge of the valley, the temperature was much higher than the area near the commandery office. In just an hour, Luo Ping was sweating profusely, and his mouth was dry. He began to feel dizzy, and his lips were chapped.
He hurriedly drank some water, and only then did he continue to persevere. However, he only persevered for the time it took for an incense to burn before he had to leave the area of the sun, and hide far away to recover his strength and spirit.
At night, Luo Ping also sat at the edge of the valley, and accepted the 'destruction' of the wind and flying sand. Because of the distance, the wind had weakened by eighty to ninety percent.
However, just the remaining ten to twenty percent was enough to make Luo Ping feel as if his whole body was being cut by knives, and the pain was unbearable.
The flying sand attacked his body, and it began to feel like countless ants.
Like biting, it was numb and itchy, and his whole body trembled. Slowly, it became like flying needles, piercing into his flesh. Blood seeped out and dyed his clothes red.
From afar, Luo Ping looked like a man covered in blood, and he sat there motionlessly.
Little did he know that the pain he was experiencing at this moment had reached the limit that ordinary people could not endure.
Not only was his body tormented, but his spirit was also suffering. It was simply a splitting headache, and he was in so much pain that he wanted to die.
When he felt that he had reached the limit of what he could endure, Luo Ping left this place and went to a safe place to meditate and recover.
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