"Alas, it's not easy to become a strong man, but he is such an arrogant person. ”

"It's a pity, if he still has any hope of winning one-on-one, then we can still play the fifth game, even if we lose, we have dignity. ”

"But at the moment, alas, ....... From time to time, there were warriors sighing. All sorts of voices reached the ring.

"Hahaha, it seems that your warriors in Bei'an City don't have much confidence in you. The twelve innate people smiled around Wang Ting.

"It turns out that this is the so-called Yunyang Twelve Formations? It really disappoints me, as for those people, how can the swallow bird know the ambition of the bird, how can the snake crawler live with the real dragon!" Wang Ting felt this breath and shook his head slightly.

He wanted to break through the grandmaster with the help of the pressure of the twelve innate martial artists in front of him, but he was a little disappointed, as for those under the ring, Wang Ting was too lazy to care about them.

"Arrogant, dare to call yourself a real dragon. ”

"Bastard, what are you talking about?" "Dare to look down on us Yunyang Ten ......." ”

"It's... What is this!" The disciples of the Yunyang Sect suddenly showed a look of horror.

At this time, all the warriors in Bei'an City seemed to feel a sharp breath, slowly rising in the City Lord's Mansion, and countless strong people rushed straight to the City Lord's Mansion.

At this moment, all the warriors present seemed to see a sword out of the sheath, piercing the sky, Wang Ting in the ring at this moment burst out of vitality, gathered together, the long sword on his back was unsheathed at this moment, and the whole person seemed to be integrated with the sword, showing endless edge!

"Sword... Sword momentum, this is sword momentum. Wang Zhen was stunned for a moment, and then began to laugh, it turned out that the eldest prince had already realized the sword momentum.

"Oh my God, isn't he only twenty this year? ”

"Enlightened the sword power? Twenty-year-old sword cultivator. ”

"Sword cultivation, Bei'an City, no, Anyang County, it hasn't appeared for a long time!"

It is rumored that a warrior has to cultivate the Taoist system of kendo before the age of eighteen, pins his affection on the sword, warms up day and night, and feels the spirit in the sword, so as to blend with each other.

"Elder, what is sword cultivation?" a disciple muttered behind a clan elder.

"Not all warriors who use swords are sword cultivators, the first step of real sword cultivation is often to realize their own sword momentum, clear sword heart, and know sword theory, so it is known as invincible in the same level of attack, and killing the enemy at the same level is like probing for things, it is reported that in the hands of the masters of the same realm, it is recognized that the attack is the first, and the innate early stage can kill the innate middle stage master, this is the sword cultivation!"

"Shhh

Shen Tengfei in the crowd showed a deep look of resentment, and then gritted his teeth and said: "Since you are so strong, why don't you strike early, I have to see me humiliated, bastard, I must kill you, must!" At this moment, his hatred for Wang Ting had exceeded that of Yunyang Sect.

A panicked trend was like a great sun in the sky, and the twelve people who laid down the Yunyang Twelve Formations also seemed to feel that a big mountain was on their backs at this moment, almost wanting to crush them, Senior Brother Bai even yelled with a hideous face: "Impossible, I don't have a sword cultivator in Yunyang Sect, how can he be a sword cultivator?"

Wang Ting's eyes contained sword rays, a sword slashed out, twelve sword lights were brilliant, but the mountains and rivers could be opened, and at this moment, the void was in waves, all of them trembled, and the sharp qi shrouded the ring, and the sword slashed out in the air, as if cutting the space.

"Poof. "As if the sound of bubbles bursting, the famous Yunyang Twelve Formations have broken!" "Poof, poof, poof, poof, poof....... ”

Under a sword, the formation was broken, and twelve were seriously injured.

For a moment, the air was quiet......

Everyone looked at the ring with a dull face, even Bei'an Lie, the city lord of Bei'an City, Wang Zhen, the elder of the Wang family, the Sun family, the Liu family, and the elders of the Shen family were all stunned.

"With one enemy twelve, one sword slashes away the twelve formations of Yunyang.

This son is worthy of the name of the Wang family!"

"Boom!" An explosion seemed to sound in the crowd, and the warriors of Bei'an City were first dazed, and then cheered. "Won, won?"

"It's not a loss to be a fifteen-year-old who fought all over Bei'an City. ”

"Sword cultivation is so terrifying!!

Bei Anqing also showed a hint of surprise, although she was not good at cultivation and mortal body, but even if she was a mortal, she knew that with one enemy of twelve congenitals, or in the case of twelve innate powerhouses laying down the twelve formations of Yunyang, how amazing this is!

Liu Neng, the young master of the Liu family, opened his mouth and looked sluggish: "My mother, this is going to fly!"

On the other side of the Wang family, Wang Xiao, known as the Dove Tiger, was expressionless, but he was shocked in his heart: "I thought that he had family resources in the past five years, and he was alone outside the training, and when we meet again, I can fight with it, or even surpass it, now think about it, ......." "The young warriors of Bei'an City, including the elders of various families, and the patriarchs have also arrived, and they can't calm down at this moment.

"Hahaha, in this way, it seems that this competition is won by the warrior of my Bei'an City, since this is the case, then this seat announces that the winner this time is our Bei'an City Sword Cultivator Wang Ting!"

And the group of Yunyang Sect has secretly left without knowing when, no one has found out, it should be like this, after all, it is one enemy twelve, even if that person is a famous sword cultivator, this person is also a big loss at this moment, and if he doesn't leave, staying, he will only be laughed at in vain.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way! Where is my son, where is my son!" As soon as he heard this voice, Wang Ting felt a faint pain in his head, and the familiar ones naturally knew that this was the first person in Bei'an City, and Wang Jinglong, the great elder of the Wang family, rushed here.

That's right, as soon as Wang Jinglong, who was in retreat, heard the news of the next person's report, he immediately rushed over, accompanied by six or seven grandmaster-level powerhouses, just on the road, I heard that Wang Ting used his sword momentum, and swept twelve congenital powerhouses with a sword, and he began to laugh non-stop on the way here, and almost didn't smile crookedly, this appearance appeared on the great elder of the dignified Wang family, it really shouldn't be, but who called someone's son is a sword cultivator, or realized the top sword cultivator.

Since the elders of the royal family came with Wang Jinglong, they naturally belonged to the same faction, and now Wang Ting is nearly twenty years old, knocking on the door of sword cultivation, they are also honored, and what they don't know is that Wang Ting was only seventeen years old when he became a sword cultivator.

Three years, more than a thousand days and nights, the hands have never stopped grinding, and finally showed their edge at this moment.

"I've also heard about this battle, since the city lord of Bei'an took out a thousand yuan crystals as a lottery head, then now that my son has won, it should be cashed out, right?" Wang Jinglong glanced at Wang Ting, and then said to Bei'an Lie, looking at that posture, there is a big disagreement, and if you don't give it, you will grab it.

"Huh. Bei Anlie also smiled and shook his head, he was extremely happy to win this battle, he won the disciple of Yunyang Sect in Bei'an City, what does this mean, it shows that his Bei'an City Lord is not without action, and his status in the family can also be improved.

"One thousand yuan crystal, take it!" Although there were four battles in this battle, it stands to reason that it should be divided equally, but whoever let the two people who played the battle still win is the people of the Wang family, and anyone with a discerning eye can see it at a glance, if it weren't for Wang Ting's efforts to turn the tide, this time Bei'an City would be embarrassed, and then you look at the other two people who participated in the competition, one was seriously injured and has not woken up yet, and the other is even more embarrassing.

"Giving birth to a son should be like a king shocking dragon!" Throwing Yuan Jing away, looking at the heroic Wang Ting, Bei Anlie lowered his head and said slowly, and this was also heard by other martial artists nearby, and they all bowed their heads and sighed, not bad.

"Giving birth to a child should be like a king and a dragon!!"

Late at night, back in the house, Wang Ting did not rest, but took out the Yunxiao Sword, this sword was when he was sharpened at the border, killed a congenital perfection demon from it, this demon is also quite an organic fate, once accidentally entered the ancient demon giant cemetery, in which the Yunxiao Sword and the Ascension King Dan are all obtained from it, just waiting for the cultivation to the grandmaster to break through to the king, but unfortunately, before he broke through to the grandmaster, he died at the hands of Wang Ting, not only the head became Wang Ting's trophy, but even the accumulation of a body was dedicated to Wang Ting's hands.

Looking at the 1,000 yuan crystals in the storage ring, Wang Ting was also secretly happy, although Wang Jinglong was there, he was not short of yuan crystals, but after all, this was also a lot of wealth.

In the Xuanhuang world, the cultivation of martial artists relies on their own absorption of vitality, the second relies on heaven and earth treasures, and the third is the yuan crystal, and the yuan crystal is divided into upper, middle and lower three grades, congenital, grandmaster, is the lower grade yuan crystal cultivation, and the king, the power is the middle grade yuan crystal and the upper grade yuan crystal used.

Below the congenital, the body is ten folded, and the acquired realm is all boiling the flesh, and there is no need to use Yuanjing at all.

And right now, although the thousand yuan crystals he obtained are low-grade, they are enough to replace ten medium-grade yuan crystals, and he may or may think that ten medium-grade yuan crystals are very few, but you must know that just the elders of the Wang family, the grandmaster-level powerhouses, are only ten medium-grade yuan crystals in January.

"It seems that this time he really angered the Bei'an City Lord, otherwise he wouldn't have taken out these Yuan Crystals. Wang Ting thought secretly.