Feng Xiaohan raised his hand, his five fingers were slightly open, please fluttering, he looked very casual and indifferent, without using any strength.

The examiner's expression remained unchanged, his left palm fell, and his palm came out with the wind, and a thin layer of ash on the stone platform rose and fell with his movements, and there was a slight snap when the two palms collided.

Feng Xiaohan's expression remained unchanged, and he still maintained the posture just now, from his body shape to his arms, and even his fingers did not shake at all.

It's like the other party just touched the palm of his hand, without any force.

But everyone noticed that the rune paper on Feng Xiaohan's back turned slightly red and hot the moment his palms touched, and there were signs of falling off.

The examiner raised his eyebrows slightly, obviously a little surprised,

When his palm fell, the opponent's immediate reaction force and his strength canceled each other, and being able to do this proved that the opponent's strength was far higher than this, and half of the strength was only the tip of the iceberg.

This young man's cultivation is not high, and he looks so thin, but his physical strength has reached such a level, even in a sect like the Eli Sect, this physical strength is quite amazing.

Feng Xiaohan twisted his fingers, carefully experiencing the palm power, and he couldn't exceed this power in the next competition.

But no one can guarantee that the power they exert is indeed half the power, even if this examiner can't, he can only exert the approximate strength, but he will always exceed or lower than the line, if you want to be extremely accurate, your cultivation must reach an extremely high level.

At the very least, it has to break out of the void.

And that rune paper is very valuable, and it must have accurately defined the boundary of five hundred catties when making it.

In other words, Feng Xiaohan can only rely on feelings, and it must be lower than the strength of Banding, otherwise even if it is higher than one line, it will cause the rune paper to fall off and lose his qualification.

Qianyu looked at the silent Feng Xiaohan, and was not in a hurry, because she knew that the other party had restrictions, which was unfair in some ways, so she was willing to wait.

Feng Xiaohan groaned slightly, then looked at the other party and said calmly, "Come on." ”

The barren sword is three feet long and three fingers wide, forged from precious materials such as dark iron, strictly speaking, it is not light, Feng Xiaohan can wield it at will, relying on a divine power,

Now that it is restricted, the agility in the sword technique is naturally affected, and it must be adapted to use it freely.

"I know I'm inferior to you, and despite all your constraints, I still want you to do your best. ”

Qianyu looked at the other party and said seriously: "Anyway, there is time, don't rush, I can wait." ”

Feng Xiaohan said: "My master said that kendo cultivation lies within itself, and it will respond to itself at any time, and it won't take that long, so it's enough." ”

Said in a shallow voice: "Chen Feng's predecessor is worthy of being a kendo master, and his words are full of true meaning. In that case, then you're welcome, please advise. ”

A beautiful sword light appeared on the stage with the breeze,

Shallow words hold the sword and pinch the sword, facing the wind and Xiaohan,

The breeze stirred her clothes, the sun shone on her body, and the meaning emitted was sword intent.

Feng Xiaohan said, "Please advise." ”

He holds the scabbard in his left hand, and holds the hilt of the sword in his right hand.

A faint light appeared between that inch, and everyone who saw it couldn't help but squint their eyes, because it was sword light, a sharp light.

Both of them have sword intent,

After a night of accumulation, the sword intent has been full and mellow, and once the sword is released, it will be a strong sword full of visions.

The sun in her body actually has a bit of divine beauty, and the breeze rises from the depths of the bamboo garden, comes to the stage, and surrounds her, and the sword intent has reached the extreme.

Under the Pavilion of the Moon Pavilion, all the female disciples recognized the breeze, and naturally guessed which sword she would use next, and they were all a little surprised.

"Senior Sister Qianyu has been in retreat for half a year, and I have been guessing which method she is cultivating, but I can't imagine that it is this sword. ”

Chen Zhizhi looked at the stone platform over there, nodded slightly, and looked at the pavilion of Changming Sect with a little provocation, but found that Cui Weiming was not watching the competition between Feng Xiaohan and the others, but was looking at the disciple named Yan Fang on the machine with a little worry.

What is this?

Extremely confident, or extremely arrogant?

Chen Zhixiao snorted coldly and stopped looking at Cui Weiming, the more he looked at this dog thing, the more angry he became.

Of course, Cui Weiming did it on purpose, one was not far from the second, and he had been observing with his afterglow, although he was extremely sure that Feng Xiaohan would win, but after all, the other party was the inner mountain disciple of Mochizuki Pavilion, and he should not be taken lightly.

The breeze rises from the depths of the bamboo garden, but when it blows through the bamboo forest, the salsa of the bamboo leaves joins together to form a noisy but regular sound, and finally the dragon's moan can be faintly heard.

The dragon roared in the forest, came to the sky, and then landed on the stage, landing within an inch of Feng Xiaohan's hand.

Dragon's tongue trembles!

Everyone's expressions changed slightly, and they looked here at the same time,

The stone platform where the two of them were located instantly became the focus.

For the cultivators of the previous generation, this dragon chant meant integrity, it meant strength, it was the memory of their generation, and there were even many people present who had fought against the swordsman who possessed this voice.

Just when those young disciples were thinking about which sword of the Changming Sect could have such a clear vision, the elders of the sects couldn't help but look at the pavilion, and even Chen Zhizhi looked over there again.

Cui Weiming sat on the chair and smiled slightly, as if those eyes had nothing to do with him, and he didn't seem to care.

In fact, my mind is full of questions - when did this stinky boy learn?

Feng Xiaohan's eyes condensed slightly, the sword came out two inches, and the sword intent of his body rose sharply, and the long dragon roar suddenly turned into a sharp dragon roar, with the unique autumn mood of this season, sweeping the Longquan Terrace.

What kind of sword is this?

He Xirou noticed the questioning gaze of her fellow disciples, and said lightly: "This is the Heart Sword." ”

Cui Weiming was a little relieved at the same time, but also full of surprise, the dragon's tongue trembling and the sword of the heart are both based on the sword intent, with the mind and vision as the sword, cutting the other party's mind, although the principle is similar, but the effect and way of doing it are completely different, but he can combine these two swords into one sword, such a brain hole and talent, worthy of him.

Feng Xiaohan is a genius, he has the magic power of Wanyan, and he can combine yin and yang into one sword on the snowy Tianshan Mountain, so that the two swords are combined, and even cast an incomplete sword of all things, breaking the cycle of the four seasons.

The combination of the dragon's tongue trembling and the sword of the heart was thought of when he pretended to be asleep on a recliner in the Zizhu Courtyard, and it was confirmed by extension.

The dragon's roar continued endlessly, and the two-inch sword light was full of raging meaning, and the clouds in the sky were all broken by this roar.

It was hard to imagine how the young man who cultivated in the Cave Secluded Realm could control these two swords.

Everyone thought to themselves that it was no wonder that he could restore the orange with one sword, such a sword really had to have such a divine sense.

The dragon follows the rain, the tiger follows the wind,

Feng Xiaohan swept the clear sky with a sword, but the surrounding breeze turned into rain and dew, and a layer of shallow water stains appeared on the stone platform.

Since they couldn't use their vitality, their sword intent and vision were not so grand and shocking, but Feng Xiaohan's was much clearer than the other party.

Then, he slashed out three inches.

The disciples thought to themselves, fortunately he had to be bound by the power of the half-tripod, otherwise who could beat him?