Qingsheng has one in twenty this year, and he is a seven-star natal character of the wood system, and he is the top five players under the Qingyu sect.

He looked at the young man in front of him, and said with a somewhat surprised expression: "Under the sect of the Medicine Cultivation Xinglin Hall, when will there be a character who can break into the top sixty-four." ”

"No matter what it is, there will always be a first time. The young man on the other side said with a lonely expression.

His tone was extremely flat, and when he spoke, his eyes didn't even look at Qing Sheng.

At present, among the top 64, among the four people who broke out of the knockout round under Xinglintang, only Sun Simiao is now left to advance, but even so, it is the first time in the world.

Looking at Sun Simiao's calm appearance, Qingsheng couldn't help but snort coldly, feeling very angry at his cold attitude.

"Since it's the first time I've broken in, why don't I do it one last time. ”

Qing Sheng slowly drew his sword from behind, held it in his hand, and said coldly: "Just let me help the medicine cultivator sect and put an end to your hopes." ”

"I'm afraid it won't work with you, right?" Sun Simiao's expression was solemn, and there was a hint of banter in his voice.

"How dare you underestimate me?" Qingsheng laughed a lot, and the coldness in his eyes was even worse.

The other party is just a new disciple under the Xinglin Hall of Medicine Cultivation, and his cultivation is only at the beginning of the cultivator stage, and it is nothing more than relying on the bye result of the lottery to get into the top sixty-four.

Such a guy actually dares to speak outrageously?

"Do you think you can beat me?"

Qing Sheng had a strong confidence in himself, as a sixth-order seven-star disciple of the Wood Sect in the cultivation stage, he did have the ability to be arrogant.

"I said before that everything ......"

Sun Si sighed, his expression was still lonely, and he said lightly: "There will always be a first time." ”

"Good, good, good!" Qing Sheng stared at Sun Simiao and said, "That's good! I want to see if your ability is as good as your eloquence!"

If vision can kill, Sun Simiao has already died seven or eight times now.

His body shook, and a strong momentum suddenly burst out from his body, especially the cyan long sword in his hand, which was even more green and eye-catching.

"What a pure wood life force!" someone in the audience couldn't help but exclaim.

Sun Simiao's eyes narrowed slightly, and his heart couldn't help but move: Is it a seven-star wood lifeline? It's the sixth order of the cultivator stage, and it's really a bit tricky.

"Draw your sword!" Qing Sheng said coldly.

His eyes were already fixed on Sun Simiao's waist, on which a rectangular yellow cloth bag was being tied.

Although I don't know what exactly is in the package, it must be Sun Simiao's weapon.

He couldn't help but be curious, as a promoted disciple of the Medicine Cultivation Sect, did this young man named Sun Simiao also use a long sword?

Looking at the distance between the two ends of the cloth bag, there is no doubt that it must be a long weapon.

In the audience, everyone also stretched their necks, and even on the spiritual curtain, Sun Simiao was given a clear close-up.

Obviously, everyone wanted to know, as the only advanced disciple of the Medicine Cultivation Sect at the moment, what kind of weapon was he using?

Sun Simiao smiled slightly, indifferently took the yellow cloth bag in his hand from his waist, gently untied the tie straps, and then grabbed the tail end and pulled it, an extremely strange weapon immediately appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

The weapon was nearly three feet, small at the top and large at the bottom, with a slender brass rod in the center, the tip of which was oval-shaped.

What kind of weapon is this?

Everyone couldn't help but laugh dumbly, it turned out that the weapon used by this disciple of the Medicine Cultivation Xinglin Hall turned out to be a copper pestle mortar used to pound medicine.

It's just that his medicine pestle seems to be half a foot longer than an ordinary medicine pestle, and the whole body is made of brass, which is obviously specially set up.

"This is your weapon, a medicine pestle?" Qing Sheng couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded.

"Since I am a disciple of Xinglin Hall, the weapons I use naturally have to be suitable for the medicine cultivation sect. Sun Simiao's face was still as usual.

His explanation seemed to be taken for granted, and the surprised gazes around him seemed to him as if he hadn't seen them.

"Hehe, it's a little interesting," Qingsheng couldn't laugh a little, and said, "I didn't expect that the one who sent me into the top thirty-two was actually a medicine pestle." ”

"Your Excellency seems to be saying that it is too early, if you want to enter the top thirty-two, you have to ask me, ask me about the medicine pestle in my hand, maybe the result will disappoint you. ”

Sun Simiao showed disdain for Qingsheng's arrogant words, looking at his confident appearance, as if he had already won the game.

"What's the use of being stubborn! I will let you thoroughly understand today what is called a level gap! I will also let you know that the disciples under the Medicine Cultivation Sect are always Medicine Cultivators. ”

Qing Sheng's wrist shook, and he was less than three feet in front of Sun Simiao, a cold light flashed, and the cyan long sword suddenly pulled up a few sword flowers.

"Whoosh!"

His attack has officially begun, and he has already announced his attack!

Seeing Sen Leng's sword attack, a clear vitality came in an instant, Sun Simiao's face changed, and his body turned sideways to avoid it, which was able to dodge Qingsheng's sword move.

It's so fast!

Sun Simiao's eyes suddenly became cold, is this the level of a cultivator's sixth order?

Above the audience, there was also an exclamation.

It turned out that the picture on the huge spiritual curtain was a little delayed, and it was not clear enough to see it, as if this Sun Si was almost slashed by Qingsheng's first sword.

In their hearts, although there were also some faint expectations, there was no doubt that it was not impossible for the disciples under the Medicine Cultivation Sect to be defeated in the first move.

Zhang Zhongjing, the head of Xinglin Hall, looked at everything that happened in front of him with an indifferent face, and his expression was as steady as Mount Tai, not as worried as the other medicine cultivators around him.

He knew Sun Simiao the most thoroughly, and he knew that his disciple was by no means so easy to fail.

"The kid has some ways, but unfortunately not every time he is so lucky. Qingsheng looked at Sun Simiao and sneered.

His heart was secretly surprised, Shicai's sword went very fast, and he was caught off guard, and Sun Si was so embarrassed to dodge it, it seemed to be in danger on the surface, but in fact it was not so thrilling.

This guy is really a little weird, and he didn't even look half panicked.

What was it? gave him so much confidence!

Qingsheng couldn't help but be a little angry, no matter who it was, they would be crushed into meatloaf under the suppression of my absolute strength.

He kicked back with the force of his foot, and swooped out again, this time faster than before, even with a rustling wind.

"Cut the grass and eradicate the roots!"

The long sword in Qing Sheng's hand swept in, and this violent momentum and damage seemed to be able to dig three feet into the ground even in the grassy land, and it swept over.

Sun Simiao's face was calm, feeling the fierce wind pressure coming to his face, his body shifted four feet backwards, and he dodged again.

Qing Sheng's eyes tightened.

Although Sun Simiao's martial arts cultivation is not high, the speed of this light body kung fu is amazing, and he has improved his speed a lot this time, but he was still dodged by him.

Qing Sheng was thinking about it, and suddenly felt that an awe-inspiring aura appeared behind him, and Sun Si didn't know when, he actually went around his back like a ghost.

"Jade Rabbit pounding medicine!"

The brass medicine pestle in Sun Simiao's hand slammed into Qingsheng's back, and there was a muffled sound of "bang". As he hit the pestle several times in a row, another series of "bang" sounds came.

The sound was not right, and the power of his medicine pestle seemed to be blocked by an extremely heavy object.

"Isn't this a life force defense?" Sun Simiao said in amazement.

"Hmph, are you really so easy to be hit by you? This is just an empty door that I deliberately exposed, how about it?

Qingsheng's words came, clearly full of pride.

Seeing that Sun Simiao's repeated strikes were ineffective, a gap was exposed behind him at the same time!

Don't miss the opportunity!

Qing Sheng swept away with a sword light, Sun Si saw this and hurriedly dodged, and at the same time raised the pestle to block, although he narrowly avoided the past, the hair on the side of his face was cut off several by Qing Sheng's sword.

He flipped in mid-air and landed firmly on the ground, feeling a faint numbness in his arm.

"It's worthy of being a seven-star guy in the wood system, it's really a little difficult to deal with. ”

"How's it going, boy, now you know how powerful I'm doing, right?" Qing Sheng grinned at Sun Simiao, showing his snow-white teeth and said, "The more terrifying is still to come!"

His body shook violently, and he slowly stretched out his long sword, and some white mist slowly rose out above his head, and the aura that burst out seemed to be a lot thicker.

"I don't want to fight with you like this, just keep your eyes open and see clearly, this is the true strength of the sixth order of cultivators. ”

Sun Si looked at Qing Sheng in seconds, his face was solemn and abnormal.

He knew in his heart that it was only now that this Qingsheng really began to show his strength.

His eyes flickered in front of him, and after a dazzling white light flashed, Qing Sheng, who was full of a hideous smile on his face, suddenly flashed out, and the long sword full of vitality and cold air, with an oppressive wind, slashed at Sun Simiao's head fiercely.

Feeling the slightest cool air coming from the top of his head, Sun Simiao's face changed slightly, and the copper pestle in his hand suddenly struck out, colliding with the cyan long sword of Na Qingsheng.

"Boom!"

A crisp thump sounded.

With the help of the counterthrust caused by this impact force, Sun Simiao's figure suddenly retreated backwards.

"Are you going to run away so soon?"

Looking at Sun Simiao, who was in a hurry to retreat, Qingsheng sneered, and his steps stepped out, and he actually took a few false steps in the air.

He bowed slightly, and then ran out like a prostrate leopard. In the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Sun Simiao again.

"It's over!"

He laughed evilly, swept his long sword wildly, and once again shrouded Sun Simiao's body, and shouted in his mouth:

"The spring breeze blows and doesn't give birth!"

Seeing that there was no way to hide, Sun Simiao finally frowned and used all his strength.

His eyes lit up suddenly, and under the shock, the majestic power in his body also flowed rapidly, and then he held the two ends of the pestle with both hands and met it fiercely.

"Jade Rabbit Pestle!"

"Bang!"

There was a loud bang, and it exploded directly in the center of the competition platform.

The position under the feet of the two of them was actually hit by the powerful impact of Shicai, and a big crater was cracked.

Sun Simiao's face was pale, and his body was trembling slightly.

This Qingsheng's wood life force is really strong, and his body seems to have been forcibly impacted, and his qi and blood are floating, and it is a little difficult to support his feelings.

Qing Sheng was on the contrary at this time, and did not show any decline, looking at Sun Simiao, whose complexion had changed sharply, he roared again, and the madness in his body was rampant, and he appeared again at the place where the two weapons met.

"Open it for me!"

His arms shook violently, and waves of power surged out, all of which struck between the swords and pestles.

"Poof!"

The huge force made Sun Simiao's face change again, a low muffled snort came out of his throat, and his footsteps staggered back rapidly, until the edge of the competition platform, and then slowly stopped.

At the same time, from the edge of the corner of his mouth, there were also faint lines of blood.