Two days later, at the end of the day, a group of people bundled their clothes, talked and laughed and went to the bluestone square at the foot of the peak, the place is flat and broad, the most favorable people gather, and the annual test is carried out here. When the line is not long, the square is already in sight, the disciples on it are accumulating, the people are boiling, not to mention there are more than 1,000 people, most of them are young and strong, I think it is the main force of this big competition. There is a high platform on the first place, on which there are some elders in the door, all of whom are cultivated to the depths of the generation, the fairy wind bones, fluttering out of the dust, the first three people are the high disciples under the sword throne, pine, bamboo, Mei Suihan three friends, as for Bo Dongsheng himself, but not seen.

As soon as Tian Yanfu appeared, it caused a sensation, and Chen Ruosong, the acting head, did not allow him to shirk it, and pulled him onto the high platform. Many disciples on and off the stage, whether they are sincere or not, whether they know it or not, all knelt down, recited prayers, and paid homage to the little ancestor. This time he was at a loss, and he didn't have to say so, but no one listened, so he had to bear it with a red face. After the visit, everyone on the stage no longer paid attention to him, and everyone returned to everyone, looking at the nose and nose, and the nose and heart, only Zhang Wanmei was a little affectionate, pulled him to chat a few words, and said to Fang Yue'e.

Tian Yan sighed secretly, knowing that although the middle and high-level of the door were obedient to the rules and recognized his identity, it was only on the surface, but he was cold in his heart, and he was extremely repulsive to his inexplicable little ancestor. Thinking of this, he felt uncomfortable, only to feel that there was a pair of invisible palms on this high platform, which wanted to push him out. After suffering for a while, he found an excuse to concentrate on preparing for battle, fled, blended into the crowd, and mingled with the familiar disciples in a few words, which gradually eased.

In a short time, the auspicious time has arrived, and a group of people have paid homage to heaven and earth, worshiped the ancestors and ancestors, and were excited for a while, and Dabi was about to begin. Just listening to the sound of rolling, the square under his feet trembled, and hundreds of stone piers slowly rose, pulling up more than a foot high. These stone piers are all in general appearance, in the shape of a perfect circle, about fifteen zhang square, there is a formation protection on it, and it is vaguely a ring.

On the high platform, Liu Kongzhu Shi Shiran stood up and said a few words of encouragement to the disciples in the audience, it was nothing more than a rare opportunity, and the performance of good students was cloudy. With a wave of his hand, many points of light flew out of his sleeve and landed on the stone piers, no more, no less, and each stone pier was equipped with one. Just listen to the sound of bangbang, there are colorful fireworks on the stone pier, and they are launched together, which is pleasing to the eye, and finally turns into two names, which is the person who duels on this stone pier.

It is clear at a glance, and all the disciples can find it quickly, but the situation of a hundred breaths is already in place. Before Tian Yan came to power, he had already handed over the Mo Shang token to Fang Yue'e for safekeeping, otherwise who would eat the leopard's gall and dare to do anything with him? Just listened to the order of Chen Ruosong, the acting head, and all the disciples moved in response, and you came and I fought back and forth. All of a sudden, the sound of shouting and cheering rose in all directions, and all kinds of rainbow lights shone and leaped, making it a lively scene.

Tian Yan's opponent was a disciple of the Fourth Realm Enlightenment, and he had never met on weekdays. This disciple's foundation is firmly tamped, and his cultivation is extremely solid, and a natal flying sword flies up and down, tiger and tiger, and there are rules and methods at the end. He was so happy that he intended to have a good fight, so he didn't use the Phaseless Illusion Sword, but only touched the ordinary flying sword out, and used the method in the Chongxiao Sword Sutra to fight in one place.

Although Tian Yan's realm is poor, he has already achieved the achievement of two souls, and his mana is extremely mellow, and for a while, the two sides are fighting equally. It was the first time in his life that he was fighting with others like this, and he was nervous and cautious at the beginning, for fear that he would be reckless and be caught by others, so he chased and beat him fiercely, and he was knocked off the stage, so that he would not be ashamed. It is between one move and one style, there are eight points of defense, and only two points of strength remain, waiting for the opportunity to advance. In such a contest, the scene is dull, like a fox holding a turtle, with nowhere to eat, and how many tricks can it play?

After holding each other like this for a while, Tian Yan's hands gradually became mature, and his confidence also soared, and the offensive improved. If he continued to fight, he felt more and more hearty, and when he rose, he even manipulated the flying sword to turn as he wished, and he had a faint upper hand. I saw two flying swords crackling and twisting in mid-air, and at first glance, you chased after me, like a butterfly wearing flowers, a dragonfly dotting water, a few more enjoyable.

The disciple saw that the realm of the little ancestor was not as good as his own, but he pressed to fight, and his heart gradually became anxious, and he shouted, and there was a colorful python with a length of four or five zhang above the natal flying sword, which was his natal sword soul. As soon as the big python appeared, he hissed, brought a fishy wind, and wrapped Tian Yan's flying sword firmly, and let Tian Yan stir and scrape it several times, tearing its scales and falling down, but also did not let go, but because of the pain aroused the ferocity, between the miserable hiss, the tighter and tighter the winding.

In this way, the disciple's natal flying sword vacated into the air, reversed its direction, and shot lightning towards Tian Yan's throat. This is a competition with the same art, and he will not fight for his life, although the flying sword attack is fast, and the key point is to take, but the disciple has his own measure, and he will stop when he is forced to admit defeat to Tian Yan.

Just between the lightning and flint, Tian Yan gently and skillfully stretched out his hand and grabbed the flying sword. Such a reckless move shocked the people around the battle. Although cultivators are nourished by the power of the Tao every day, they naturally have the ability to forge their bodies, and their skin is rough and thick, far better than ordinary people. But that flying sword is the best treasure originally refined, how sharp it is, when it encounters flesh and blood, isn't it better to cut tofu with a knife, and pass it with a stroke? The right hand of the little ancestor, I'm afraid it won't be able to be saved. Only Fang Yue'e was the only one with a smile on the corner of her mouth, sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai platform, with a faint pride in her heart: "Your Ten Thousand Sword Sect has a long history, and the sword path is superb, since it is true, my Tian family's physical cultivation method is weak?

Sure enough, Tian Yan stretched out his hand, grabbed the flying sword, only took a few steps back, and then stood firm, and there was no trace of blood on his hand, only a shallow red mark, which was fleeting. The disciple was stunned for a moment, then heard a long and miserable hiss from the big python, and when he was about to move again, Tian Yan's flying sword was already in his throat, cold to the bone. He couldn't struggle, so he had to clench his fists and admit defeat, respectfully asked Tian Yan for the natal flying sword and came back, and hurriedly stepped down with the injured python.

This time the rabbit fell and reversed very quickly, until the disciple admitted defeat, and everyone reacted and cheered continuously. Tian Jiujin and his wife didn't pay much attention to this competition, but just looked at the many flying swords around them, swallowing their salivation, and they couldn't wait to take them all away, pecking at the dark. At this moment, when I saw everyone's reaction, I knew that my father was triumphant, and he also applauded with everyone, and slapped a pair of chicken wings with a popping sound.

This is the first time in Tian Yan's life to win a battle, his heart is happy, extraordinary, a heart is pounding, with blood surging, and the skin is hot. Fortunately, Ziyang and Fang Yue'e had expected this a long time ago, and before going out, they had many instructions, although he was excited, he still remembered to hug his fist at everyone, and he did not show his timidity.

He jumped out of the ring, hurriedly congratulated his acquaintances, and then found a secluded place, sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, and pretended to rest. In my mind, I was churning endlessly, and I went through the scene of the right talent fight over and over again, relishing it, and I couldn't wait to go to the ring again immediately and show my skills. Everyone knew that he still had a big battle, so they didn't bother, and went to find some rings that were still fighting, and saw the excitement.

After another quarter of an hour, the first round of the competition was over, and half of the stone pier slowly descended and disappeared in the square. The elders on the stage had already collected the performance of everyone one by one, compared them, and then explained the results of their respective evaluations to the head Chen Ruosong for retention, so that there would be a basis for teaching and persuading them in the future. This draw is right, there is a factor of luck, the two weak meet, the winner is not necessarily superior, the two strong are decisive, and the loser also has merit. Therefore, this judgment is not based on the result of the hero, but takes into account the performance of the individual, which can be regarded as fair and objective.