The next day, the Star Condensation competition began.
At this level, the ones taking the field were all elders of the various sects.
The number of people was relatively small.
There were several dozen initial Star Condensation cultivators, ten-some middle Star Condensation cultivators, and a few late Star Condensation cultivators.
The competition between sect masters also began at the same time.
Zhang Xing, Jin Bao, Saint One, Li Yixiao, Lu Zhi, and the others all took the field.
Jin Bao's opponent was none other than Ancestor Sikou Xiang of the Divine Elephant Sect, who had just come out of seclusion.
The one arranged to fight Zhang Xing was the Divine Elephant Sect's Sect Master, Xie Chang.
It could be said that every member of the Tai'e Sword Sect had been arranged to fight a corresponding opponent.
But their understanding of these people was only in the past.
Ever since Zhang Xing had raised them to late Star Condensation or peak Star Condensation cultivators, outsiders had no idea how high their true fighting strength was.
And these elders had not been idle in this period of time.
Their daily task was to spar with each other, from morning to midnight.
Zhang Xing's requirement was that they use all their strength, with no regard for their lives.
At the start, they were very hesitant. What if they died in battle?
But soon after, Zhang Xing fed two heavily injured and dying elders a Resurrection Pill.
Their worries were dispelled.
With such a miraculous sect master protecting them, they couldn't even die if they wanted to, so what was there to hesitate about?
They all used all their strength to fight to the death.
After half a month of life-or-death battles, they had basically gotten used to the various discomforts brought about by their rapid advancement.
Moreover, they were able to flexibly use their own techniques.
And Zhang Xing had taught them … the abilities!
Elder Ceng Chi of the Tai'e Sword Sect was the most enthusiastic of them all, and he was also one of the better learners.
His opponent was an elder of the True Martial Sect who had been famous for a long time, Mu Chengyin.
In the past, they had both been elders, but there had been a gap of two major cultivation levels between them.
Mu Chengyin remembered that in a previous event, Ceng Chi had specially come over to curry favor with him.
But he had not even glanced at Ceng Chi.
And now, only a few years had passed, and a junior in his eyes was actually on the same level as him.
The difference in his heart was rather large, and he did not feel very comfortable.
Especially now, Ceng Chi had indifferently clasped his fists in front of him, without a shred of respect..
This made him even more sullen.
"Hmph!
A chicken will always be a chicken. Even if it flies to a branch, it can't become a phoenix! "
Mu Chengyin didn't return the greeting, but started to dig at Ceng Chi.
Ceng Chi didn't want to be outdone, and he mocked back.
"You, a senior at the peak of the Star Condensation realm who has been famous for a long time, is now fighting on the same stage as me, a junior. You have the nerve to put on airs!"
"You …"
Mu Chengyin was so angry that his face turned red, and his anger exploded.
"Today, as your senior, I will teach you a lesson, you ignorant junior!"
The True Martial Arts Sect was a sect that cultivated both internal and external martial arts. Mu Chengyin's pair of iron fists could be considered as one of the best in the same realm.
He punched out with both fists in anger.
The fierce wind cut through the air like a knife.
Ceng Chi remained unmoved, coldly looking at the two fists that were about to reach him.
Just as the two fists were about to hit his chest, he moved!
What he moved was not his body, but a finger.
"Finger of Heaven and Earth!"
Puff!
A giant finger that was dozens of zhang long and more than three meters thick suddenly appeared in the sky.
The sudden appearance of the giant finger seemed to have crossed the distance of time and space, and directly reached Mu Chengyin's forehead.
Mu Chengyin turned pale with fright. If he was hit, his head would be smashed like a watermelon.
He immediately retreated, and hurriedly withdrew his fists to block.