Ma Jian didn't know the strength of Lu Dao Zhanfeng, but he knew that Lu Dao Zhanfeng would not be too bad when he rushed to the other party so easily, although he didn't care about it on the surface, but in his heart he still didn't underestimate the enemy.

Although there is a huge difference in strength in the eyes of outsiders, after all, he has more brains than Jiaojiaomei, and he has a clear goal, so it is a killer move from the beginning.

I saw a red light flash in the void, flashing and flashing, and in an instant, he slashed at the top of Zhan Feng's head several times, Zhan Feng was taken aback, his body retreated violently, and the phantom smoke step was carried with all his might, and finally dodged this serial slash when there was no room for it.

The red light trembled and floated in the air, and it turned out to be a flying sword!

Seeing Zhan Feng dodging this blow, Ma Jian sneered, and the flying sword turned into a red light flashing rapidly, although it was not as fast as Fang Cai conjured up a series of slashes, but it was three times faster in speed, as fast as lightning, as fast as thunder, flying into the air, it actually changed again and again, turning into three flying swords, and in an instant, it roared.

Zhan Feng was already on guard at this time, stretched out his hands, and an ice shield appeared in front of him, as soon as the ice shield was formed, the red light flashed, and the ice shield scattered and flew away, and the red light castration was more urgent, Zhan Feng's body twisted, and he could dodge three inches.

"Poof"

Blood splattered, and a long and narrow wound appeared on Zhanfeng's left arm!

One trick brings color!

The coconut head grinned, although this Zhan Feng's cultivation was more than the same level, it was still too far behind, and he was injured so quickly, he didn't give the other party time to breathe at all, and the three red lights swirled around behind Zhan Feng, and they stabbed him in the back of the heart!

"Be careful!" Someone in the audience shouted, it was the disciples of the Enlightenment Hall, because of Dong Xiongfei's relationship. These people are relatively close to Zhanfeng.

With this series of three moves, Zhan Feng has no ability to fight back at all. Even if you dodge defensively, you can't do it. The red light was about to pierce the back of his heart.

At the last moment, Zhan Feng's steel teeth clenched, "I still have to fight for the flying sword, grass!" ”

The familiar mantra in his heart blurted out, and the Xuanmo Sword appeared out of thin air in the void, flashing lightly in mid-air, flashing again and again, strange and mysterious, and the menacing three red lights turned into sparks and drifted away.

"Ahh Ma Jian felt as if he had been hit hard. A mouthful of blood spurted out, and he sat on the ground, his face was pale and bloodless, no one understood his feelings at this time, and the meridians all over his body seemed to be shot by ten thousand swords, and he struggled for a while, and finally passed out.

The audience was amazed!

Everyone was shocked and impressed by the peerless style and mysterious artistic conception of Fang Cai's sword, which was like a sword flying out of the sky. Could it really be that this young man who practiced the eighth layer of qi did it?

"This is ......" Du Changqing's face changed, and he stared at Zhan Feng in a daze.

"A sword wins the world, and the eternal hegemony is like a flower!" Zhan Feng said in a low voice.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this, it is so powerful?!" Several people behind Du Changqing were shocked. Especially the imposing-looking old man. He was even more dumbfounded, and muttered in his mouth: "Peerless swordsmanship, this is peerless swordsmanship!" "My eyes were wet. Obviously very touched.

After all, Du Changqing was the head of a faction, and he calmed down in an instant. His lips opened slightly, and the judging monk on the stage immediately nodded. shouted loudly: "Zhan Feng won, and he will be directly selected for the inner door!" ”

"...... Uproar"

There was an uproar!

******

"Soul Measuring Hall"!

This time, due to the outstanding performance of the outer disciples, the top management of the Xuanling Valley decided to set up twenty more places, so a total of seventy-eight monks were selected as inner disciples this time.

The Soul Measuring Hall is the last level of all the selected disciples, testing the attributes of the spiritual veins in order to arrange the sects, of course, this is said to people like Zhan Feng who have not joined the six halls of the outer gate before, and everyone else directly enters the corresponding sects after testing the attributes of the spiritual veins.

Zhan Feng entered the door, and at a glance saw a stone pillar about the thickness of the mouth of a bowl erected in the middle of the hall, which seemed to be at least three meters high, simple and heavy, and seemed to be quite old.

At the top of the cylinder stands a huge folding fan, I can't tell what kind of material it is, the fan surface is completely open, like a peacock opening the screen, it is seven or eight meters wide.

This giant fan has a total of nine fan blades, colorful and unusual, the most strange thing is that even the material seems to be different, the gold, jade, wood and stone are different.

There were two people sitting on the seats of the host and guest in the hall, a middle-aged man with a domineering face and a white-clothed showman who exuded a chic and elegant body.

When the two saw Zhan Feng walk in the door, their eyes were bright, but one was ruthless and the other was slightly happy, the two had introduced before, the domineering middle-aged man was Li Tianba of the Sword Sect, and the white-clothed Xiushi was the wind of the Scattered Sect.

Zhan Feng carefully looked at this peculiar giant fan, and knew that this was the spirit measuring fan, and the nine fan blades represented the basic spiritual veins of the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth, and the four different spiritual veins of ice, wind, thunder and lightning! Whatever kind of spiritual vein you are in, the corresponding fan blades will emit bright light. ”

However, this is a bit of a "don't disturb" feeling.

At this time, the monks in front of him were walking through the cylinder one by one, and pressed their left hand tightly on the cylinder, and the giant fan lit up the corresponding fan blades, Zhan Feng noticed it, and basically two or three fan blades lit up, indicating that most of the candidates this time were two or three lines of spiritual veins.

Zhan Feng has been in for a long time, and there has never been a line of top spiritual veins, and the waste wood of the four or five spiritual veins has never appeared, he is very unhappy, it seems that he has the possibility of "standing out".

Soon it was Zhanfeng's turn, and he walked quickly to the column, took a deep breath, and gently pressed his left hand to the column.

No change!

One of the fan blades didn't light up either!

Zhan Feng's heart tightened, Nima, the lights are all out? He hurriedly used all the spiritual power in his body, and finally lit up......

White, blue, black, red and yellow, all five colors are bright!

The wind came and went, and the look of surprise in Li Tianba's eyes flashed.

There was an immediate commotion in the hall, and everyone had an incredible look on their faces.

All five colors are bright, and all five veins are complete!

This qualification, there is nothing to say - the bad one is not alive!

In the face of this kind of boos, Zhan Feng could only smile helplessly, knowing that this would be the case, grandma's, don't look at the qualifications depending on the strength, these idiots.

"Ah, the waste of the Five Elements Spirit Vein!"

"How did this waste get in?"

"Ridiculous, ridiculous!"

"He actually carries a magic weapon on his back, and at first glance he looks like a swaggering guy!"

Zhan Feng's face was blank, the Five Elements Spirit Vein was a typical waste material in the Immortal Realm, and it was basically recognized as unsuitable for cultivating immortals.

Half a day later, the soul measurement was all over, and the two top spiritual veins were a lazy woman with a water spirit vein and a cloth-clothed young man with a golden spirit vein, and the white-clothed young man Song Chenxing, who defeated Dong Xiongfei, was also among them.

At this point, the recruitment conference of Xuanling Valley every ten years has ended, and among all the selected disciples, only Zhan Feng is the Five Elements Spirit Vein.

"Nima, Lao Tzu has actually become a wonder." Zhan Feng laughed miserably in his heart.

……

Xuanling Hall!

In the past, it was solemn and quiet, but now it is full of people and lively!

"Senior Brother Linghu, Senior Brother Baimei, your Sword and Dao Sects are the first to choose every time, and this time you have to let me pick first." A fat man who was fat and strong, thirty percent taller than others, jumped and shouted with a red face, he was tall and tall, and he wanted to jump when he spoke.

"Nonsense, why do you want Danzong to pick first? Do you have flowers on your face? This time it was a Taoist with a strange appearance, white hair hanging down his shoulders, and a pair of white eyebrows that were more than three inches long.

"Senior Brother Tie is right, I completely agree, this time it's our turn to pick first!" A burly, dignified-looking broad-faced man also hurriedly supported the tall and fat man.

"Who doesn't know that my Sword Sect is the foundation of the Xuanling Valley Sect, and it is only natural for me to pick it, so why should you argue?" Another old man in black snorted coldly.

"It's not appropriate, it's really inappropriate for Senior Brother Linghu to say this, it's true that my Xuanling Valley established a sect with a sword, but at this time, it is already the seven major sects of Hongmeng Mountain, and it is reasonable to have multiple industries at the same time, and each sect will compete for the crown, and it must not be one family." The man who spoke was less than five feet tall, and his small face was full of facial features, and he felt like he had taken a nap when God created man, and he looked like he was playing tricks, and he looked like he was sixty or seventy years old, dressed in blue, and his waist was hastily tied up with a straw rope, and his body was extremely thin, and he looked less than one-fifth of the weight of the fat man just now.

"Senior brothers, pity the poor junior sister, let me pick it first this time." The only woman said pitifully.

These six people are the sect masters of the six sects, noisy and shouting, like street vegetable farmers, all of them have changed the appearance of the fairy wind bones in the past, and they are fighting for red faces and red ears. (To be continued......)