In the vast night, a person, carrying a sword, came from a secluded jungle, which made the guard of the inner gate hunting ground frown, looked at him, saw a silver mask, and stared.

The silver mask, on which a coiled dragon is twisted and coiled, stained with a little blood, with a touch of hideous and domineering meaning, dressed in purple, blending with the night, his cultivation is only two refinements.

"The inner gate hunting ground, non-inner disciples are not allowed to enter, do you have an inner door order?"

The guard said, in an instant, a token flew towards him, he was slightly startled, caught the token, saw the words on the inner door, his expression froze, and then looked at the person in front of him.

"Are you an inner disciple?" he asked, with a trace of doubt in his eyes, Ye Ling looked at him, there was silence in his eyes, and a trace of killing light flickered in it, and the guard looked shocked.

"Forgiveness, I asked more. ”

The guard said, handed the token back to Ye Ling, and got out of the way, Ye Ling glanced at him lightly, and walked into the inner gate hunting ground, the guard looked at Ye Ling's back, and frowned slightly.

"Yu Zhen, how could the person who just entered the inner gate a year ago just refine the cultivation of the double of dirt, could it be that he has hidden his cultivation?"

The guard said, shook his head, just for a moment, he put this matter aside, whether it was an inner disciple or not, it didn't matter to him, he just needed to recognize the inner door order.

In the deep jungle, there was silence, a dark shadow, floating in the jungle, like a ghost, as soon as the wind blew, it had disappeared, only the rustle of leaves.

"Moon Slasher!"

In the mountains and forests, under the moonlight, a young man with his upper body bare, holding a long knife, killed a black and white giant tiger with one sword, was panting, suddenly, with a shocked expression, looking into the jungle.

A gust of wind blew, and a figure appeared, dressed in purple, holding a sword, his face was covered by a silver mask, and a pair of eyes were as calm as water, walking step by step.

"Fight!"

Just one word, without giving him a moment to react, a sword, broke through the deep night, and slashed at him.

"Arrogance, the cultivation of refining and refining dirt even dares to enter the inner gate hunting ground, and dares to wave a sword at me. ”

The young man's expression froze, he stood up, waved his long knife, slashed out a piece of half moon, and met Ye Ling's sword.

"Whew!"

With a sword and a sword, both of them retreated, Ye Ling's expression did not fluctuate in the slightest, but the young man was shocked.

"You are not refining the dirty double, you have hidden your cultivation, who are you and what do you want to do?" The young man looked at Ye Ling, clenched his long knife, with a look of jealousy, and asked, Ye Ling's answer was only one sword.

"Whew!"

One sword, the long knife blocked, another sword, the long knife swept, met the next sword, in the jungle, a sword light and sword shadow.

In the middle of the sound, the long knife fell, and the young man leaned his back against a big tree, turned his head sideways, looked at a sword mark on the tree beside him, and looked at the departing figure with a look of horror in his expression.

"Who are you?" he asked, the purple figure paused for a moment, and then two floated out, and the young man looked shocked.

"Purple Night. ”

Two words, which surprised the young man, Ziye, five hundred people in the inner gate, do not have this name, there is only one possibility, this is a fake name, fake identity, who is he?

The young man looked at Ye Ling's back, his face was solemn, and when Ye Ling disappeared, he also left.

In another place, the sword light is cold, every sword is a kind of swordsmanship, all low-level mortal swordsmanship, all are consummation realm, a young man in white can't resist it, he was slashed back by a sword, the sword outlines the night, and a sword cuts through his clothes, making him look shocked.

He was defeated, it seemed that he only had the cultivation of refining dirt and dirt, but he crushed him, and in less than twenty rounds, he was cut through his clothes by a sword, and if he hadn't kept his hand, he would have died.

Leaving only a name, a back, and a broken sword, he disappeared into the mountains and forests.

"Purple Night. ”

The young man's expression was shocked, and he looked at this silent night, looked at it for a long time, and then disappeared.

One night, after defeating seven inner disciples, Ye Ling walked out of the inner gate hunting ground, glanced at the guards who were dozing off, walked into the mountain forest, and disappeared into the vast mountain forest.

Entering the inner door hunting ground, he did not want to hunt spirit beasts, but to hunt the inner disciples in the hunting ground, although the spirit beasts have some spiritual intelligence, but they are too far behind the people, the strongest in the hunting ground is not the spirit beast, but the people, this is the opponent that Ye Ling is looking for.

Entering the Qingyun Sect, Ye Ling did not fall in love with the identity and cultivation resources of the disciples of the Qingyun Sect, but the genius here, the five hundred inner disciples, and the ten core disciples, he had to fight them one by one.

A strong person is not a retreat to cultivate, it needs blood, it needs to fight, Ye Ling of Qingyun Sect has only one purpose, that is, to keep fighting, from the inner disciple to the core, one day, Qingyun Sect has no opponent, he will leave Qingyun Sect and go to a place where there are more strong people and geniuses.

This is the reason why he chose the Eleventh Hospital, a courtyard where no one pays attention, and no one will notice him.

"Purple Night?"

In the inner door, in a courtyard, a young man in white looked at the ragged young man in front of him, frowned, and said.

"Senior Brother Zhuang Xiong, he said that his name is Ziye, and it seems that he has a double cultivation of refining dirt, but in fact it is far more than that, and the cultivation of the sword is very terrifying, and he has reached the realm of the unity of man and sword. ”

The ragged young man below said, speaking of Ziye, as if he had thought of something, with a solemn look on his face.

"Man and sword are one. ”

Zhuang Xiong's expression froze, and he looked at the young man below, and a gleam flashed in his eyes.

"In that case, how many moves did you catch him?" Zhuang Xiong asked, and the young man below was stunned.

"I fought him for more than forty rounds, and in the end he picked off the hilt with a sword, and then lost. ”

The young man said, Zhuang Xiong looked at him and smiled, with a cold smile on his face, which made the young man tremble.

"I've fought with you for more than forty rounds, no more than the Dual Dan Martial Realm, do you need to tell me about such a person?" Zhuang Xiong said lightly, his face was arrogant, and the young man's expression was shocked.

"What about the unity of man and sword, he doesn't dare to show his face, if he dares to show up, I will kill him, in the inner door, there are only those few people who can make me jealous, such people don't have to say it to me in the future. ”

Zhuang Xiong said, with a crazy look on his face, the young man looked shocked, nodded, bowed to Zhuang Xiong, and withdrew from the courtyard.

There is a list of Qiankun in the core, and there is also a list in the inner door, there are a hundred people, every year, the strongest one will be decided among the hundred people, and this person will challenge the core disciples, if he wins, he will be promoted to the core, called the promotion battle, when, the general challenge will end in failure.

Zhuang Xiong, he is the seventh in the inner gate, one of the strongest contenders to challenge for the spot.