Everyone heard the sound and all fell silent, and the voice became louder.

"Shura's lore technique is a line, focusing on the method of attack and killing, and it is better to kill a thousand wrong than to let go of one, one will succeed and ten thousand bones will wither, only killing can highlight one's strength. The Shura Killing Technique consists of three major branches, and only those who have obtained the branch lineage inheritance are eligible to participate in the main lineage competition, and there can only be one successor of the main line. ”

The voice continued, "Now please invite the inheritors of the Shura Dance Martial Arts, the Shura Soul Killing Technique, and the Shura Blood Killing Technique to enter the gate separately. ”

As soon as these words fell, everyone saw that the hall in front of them had three gates in three directions, and the three directions could not see who the opponent was.

Huang Chiyan walked in the direction with a small sword without hesitation, and didn't pay too much attention to the others.

In the outside world, Shura and the others showed everyone's performance at a glance, and they were pointing and commenting on the situation inside with interest.

"I didn't expect that Huang Chiyan, who appeared inexplicably, had some skills, and he could inherit the Shura Dance Technique, one of the eight branches. ”

"I've heard that more than one person in each of these branch veins can inherit the cultivation, but only one person in the main vein can compete for it. ”

"I've also heard that the same main vein has to compete with each other, and only the strongest one is qualified to represent the branch to be one of the contenders for the main lineage. ”

"I've also heard that back then, Shura practiced the Shura Blood Technique, and he overpowered other geniuses, killed the other three teenagers who practiced the Shura Blood Technique, and wiped out all the heirs of the Shura Dance Technique and the Shura Soul Killing Technique. ”

"Look, that's Han Fengliu, it seems that the inheritor of this Shura Dance Martial Arts should be Han Fengliu, that's right, although Huang Chiyan's points are higher than Han Fengliu, but he can completely abuse Huang Chiyan. ”

"That's right, I heard that this Huang Chiyan is also the sevenfold cultivation of the True Martial Realm, and now at most he is only the eightfold cultivation of the True Martial Realm, even if his talent is against the sky, it is absolutely impossible to defeat the Merry Sword Han Merry. ”

And Han Tianxiong, the sect master of the Sword God Sect, also said confidently: "That's natural, I still know the strength of the merry, but it's a pity that it's a dark horse." ”

And the sect master of the Imperial Sect also said: "What kind of dark horse is this Huang Chiyan, none of his previous achievements were obtained by his true strength, in my opinion, he must have played some tricks again." This kind of obscene people who can only play tricks are naturally vulnerable. ”

......

In Shura Hell, Huang Chiyan naturally didn't know what people outside were talking about him, and even if he heard it, he wouldn't care about these things.

Huang Chiyan walked straight into the door engraved with a small sword pattern and walked in, only to see that there was already a person inside, who seemed to be a little strange.

Huang Chiyan saw that the man was wearing a black dress, with a black belt wrapped around his waist, and a black cloak, with a one-foot fish intestine sword on the right and a black brocade bag hanging on the left. The hair was tied up and hung in front of the ears. Looking at his appearance again, he is not handsome, but he can also be called clean and neat, his face is slightly yellow, his eyes are sharp, and his eyebrows are thin. Although Huang Chiyan knew that most people in the Dark Land could call themselves killers, the person in front of him was the one who looked most like a killer.

The man in black was leisurely, sitting alone on the ground and half-lying, holding a wine gourd in his hand, seemingly lazy and half-drunk and half-awake, like a hidden martial arts master.

Huang Chiyan didn't dare to underestimate any opponent, so he also hugged his fists and said to the man in black: "Huang Chiyan is burning in the sky, I don't know your surname?"

Huang Chiyan knows some etiquette and seems to be polite, and compared with this person, it just shows his upbringing.

Unexpectedly, the man glanced up at Huang Chiyan, then lowered his head and said, "Who am I, why do I want to talk to you?"

Huang Chiyan smiled lightly, this person is interesting, although there is less courtesy, but also more easy-going. Huang Chiyan didn't bother too much, and also found a corner to sit down and said, "That's it, if you don't say it, I won't ask." ”

Huang Chiyan was also greedy when he saw the man in black drinking with a wine gourd, Huang Chiyan is also a person who loves wine, poetry and chic, otherwise he would not drink with Xiao Zimo.

It just so happened that Huang Chiyan's jade pendant contained wine, and this wine was naturally better than the wine gourd in front of him, and the wine pot was more delicate.

Huang Chiyan took out the wine and learned from the man to drink the wine, anyway, this person didn't come to the whole thing, it was better to wait than to wait wet, since people didn't care about him, he could only drink to kill time.

Huang Chiyan hadn't drunk before he noticed that the man just now greeted him with a smile and said, "Brother Chiyan, your pot of wine is really fragrant, can you let me taste it too?"

The corners of Huang Chiyan's mouth chuckled, he thought that this acquaintance was noble, but he didn't think that this person would take the initiative to come over just because of a pot of wine, which was quite interesting.

Huang Chiyan smiled knowingly, took out another pot of the same wine, opened the lid of the pot, and said to the man: "I still have a pot of this wine, but my wine is not cheap, but you and I have never known each other, why should I give it to you?"

The man said indifferently: "I don't know it, my name is Gu Lingchen, an idle monk, I am called a ranger outside, and I am a teacher...... Forget it, the old guy won't let me say it. Okay, now that you and I know each other, can you give me a pot? Even if it's an eye-opener for my brother. ”

Huang Chiyan also smiled slightly, threw out the wine jug in his hand, and Gu Lingchen also hurriedly caught the pot of good wine, hurriedly poured a few sips into his mouth, and opened his mouth to praise: "Beautiful." ”

"I've often heard of the name Gu Lingchen, but that ranger Gu Lingchen who ranks eleventh on the potential list?" Huang Chiyan also knew the identity of the person in front of him, he had naturally heard of the name of this person, and the eleventh place on the potential list was Gu Lingchen, who was known as the ranger, and was also the only genius in the Ning Yuan Realm who did not have a sect.

"It seems to have such a name, but I don't care much about it, these things are not as important as wine. Then Gu Lingchen also replied lazily.

"Why did you come to this potential competition if you didn't care about that?"

"What kind of big competition? My old man lied to me and said that if you come here and win, you will get a prize, if it weren't for Wu Shi, who would be idle and come here, I don't care what this big than that big competition. ”

Huang Chiyan was speechless for a while when he heard this, he originally thought that this Gu Lingchen was still quite indifferent to fame and fortune, and he didn't even care about his grades, it turned out that he didn't care about fame and only profit.

"I thought you were quite high, but I didn't expect you to come to this big competition for Wushi. ”

"Of course, it's for Wu Shi, how can I buy wine and drink without Wu Shi, and how can I live without wine. ”

Huang Chiyan also obeyed this great god, but this person's personality still seems to be quite easy-going, and Huang Chiyan also chatted with this Gu Lingchen through wine.

While the two were chatting, another person walked in from outside the gate, and when he walked in, the door of the main hall was completely closed, which meant that these three people were all the people who had practiced the Shura Dance Martial Arts.

As soon as Huang Chiyan looked up, he saw the man walking towards the two of them, this person Huang Chiyan is also familiar, this is the Han Fengliu who is known as the Merry Sword.

"It's still drinking here, what kind of system is so disrespectful to the inheritance?" Han Fengliu scolded Huang Chiyan and the others.

Huang Chiyan glanced up at Han Fengliu indifferently and said, "Am I familiar with you? Is it in your way? Is this your ancestor?"

Gu Lingchen also helped Huang Chiyan to stand up and said, "Brother Chiyan, who is this thing? Why is it so noisy?"

"What's his name, I think about it, it's called the merry and cheap Korean stream. Huang Chiyan deliberately distorted Han Fengliu's name, and the angry Han Fengliu gritted his teeth.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the main hall and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, one of you will represent the Shura Dance Martial Arts to compete for the inheritance qualification of the Shura Killing Technique. ”

"Now, you need to rely on your comprehension of the Shura Dance Technique to defeat your two opponents, during which your cultivation will be fixed in the Ning Yuan Realm, and you can only use the Shura Dance Technique. ”

As soon as the words fell, Huang Chiyan felt that his strength began to rise, until it reached the strength of Ning Yuan Realm.

"Is this the strength of the Ning Yuan Realm? Huang Chiyan couldn't help but exclaim, after all, this was the first time he had reached the strength of the Ning Yuan Realm.

And Han Fengliu's strength was also pressed to the realm of Ning Yuan Realm.

At this time, Han Fengliu took out the magic weapon sword on his waist and slashed towards Huang Chiyan, and began to brew the Shura Dance Technique.

"I'm going to show you, who is the real swordsman, you Huang Chiyan is not worthy of a sword at all. Han Fengliu said to Huang Chiyan.

Huang Chiyan took out the Burning Sky Sword and pointed at Han Fengliu and said, "You said that I have always relied on others, and now that I am standing in front of you, you say that I am not worthy of using a sword." Excuse me, who gave you the courage to let out such a stinky fart?"

"Courage, of course, is given by the sword. ”

The corners of Huang Chiyan's mouth playfully raised upwards and said, "It seems that your fart is also because your cheap is so stinky? ”

"You're looking for death. ”

Han Fengliu shouted, turned the sword in his hand, and walked towards Huang Chiyan's darling.

"Shura dances and has a sword in his hand. ”

Han Fengliu roared, and the sword in his hand pierced Huang Chiyan like a steel needle.

Huang Chiyan frowned, played with the Burning Sky Sword in his hand, and shouted in his mouth: "You have a sword in your hand, I also have it, Shura Dance Martial Arts, there is a sword in your hand." ”

On the sword, the sword decides the winner.