And this Tai Changqing is worthy of being the best among the sword disciples, in the face of dozens of attacking energy, his body is motionless, but he is like an old pine tree standing still, and a pair of palms hit the many Haoguang in front of him like picking flowers and leaves, defeating these attacks at the head. But what others didn't see was that the place where his palm took over these qi was a little red, which was obviously not easy.

"Little junior brother, if it's such a means, you can't win against me!" swept away the last few attacks in front of him, but saw Tai Changqing standing with his hands in his hands, his clothes did not damage his horns, and his face did not change color, what a "sword granting eight sons"!

"Hehe, Senior Brother Tai, isn't it over yet?" Zhen Yinjian grinned, his face full of confidence. Then I saw him spread out his hands, rushed forward with his palms together, and a three-foot qi that was far thicker than just now turned into a long rainbow and shot towards Tai Changqing with lightning speed.

"What, this son has condensed spiritual power to such an extent?" The old man with a bitter face was shocked, today was too many surprises for him!

In the innate realm, due to the limited degree of aura fusion, it is difficult for ordinary disciples to condense too much body qi. Basically, every point that this qi expands, the higher the requirements for the monk's aura control. It is extremely rare for a general body strength to be able to exceed two feet, and a cultivator of the innate realm like Zhen Yinjian can condense three feet of strength, and he has only seen it among the most outstanding disciples for so many years.

"Could it be that this kid is really a martial arts genius?" The old man's face became even more bitter.

"Elder Ge, I see that this disciple you introduced into the sect is not simple, or you have a vision. The bald Elder Xu touched his chin with a smile, even though there was no beard there.

"It's also this kid who is angry, but it's not me who boasts, my Ge Shan's vision has never disappointed. Unlike some villains, a layman dares to judge others irresponsibly. Ge Shan was full of smiles at this time, and glanced at the red-faced martial arts, not to mention how proud.

"Ge Shan, what do you mean, are you questioning my judgment?" Wu Dong's expression didn't mention how ugly it was, and he didn't expect Zhen Yinjian to have a real guy. This time, it was good to call Tai Changqing to learn from him, if he was an ordinary sword disciple, I was afraid that he would be defeated.

Just when the elders were talking a lot, this cold light pierced the sky, only to see it crash into the front of Tai Changqing. At this time, the face of this sword-granting eighth son froze, and his body burst with spiritual light, so thin that the air around him was distorted and discolored. Then he put his palms together to catch the three-foot qi.

"Boom ......" I saw Tai Changqing's palm collide with the Haoguang Qi emitted by Zhen Yinjian, and the powerful aura rushed to the sky, turning into a ray of light that illuminated the sky.

"Ahh

"Ha, ha, ha......" At this time, Tai Changqing's whole body exuded heat, he inhaled in a big gulp, his hands were red as if boiling, and a stream of heat escaped from the top of his head!

"Senior Brother Tai, I will concede!" Zhen Yinjian bowed, at this time his head was also covered with sweat, and his face was red, obviously this kind of move was not easy for him.

"Hahahaha...... The little junior brother is really talented, and I lost this time. Tai Changqing listened to Zhen Yinjian's words, but he was not annoyed or angry, he stepped forward and patted Zhen Yinjian's shoulder, said hello to Wu Dong and the elders, and turned to leave.

"Am I mistaken? Senior Brother Tai Changqing actually lost to Senior Brother Zhen?" Xue Ruyu's face was happy, he didn't expect Zhen Yinjian to have such a performance, you must know that a few months ago, this senior brother was still the same cultivation as him, and now he can defeat one of the "Eight Sons of Sword Conferring" as a beginner disciple, what a record!

You must know that the "Eight Sons of Sword Granting" is the most elite group of disciples in the sect, and almost all of them are even true disciples after the internal decision! To be able to defeat such a figure, if it is only a deep-rooted sword disciple, they will not be too surprised. But if it was an introductory disciple who didn't have the qualifications for half a year, he would never believe it.

But the person in front of him really did it, and he was so good friends with this senior brother, how could he not get excited. Xue Ruyu had a hunch that this Senior Brother Zhen would definitely be the true dragon of the sect in the future, and he thought that in the future, there would be a senior brother who would at least "teach the sword eight sons" and even maybe a true disciple to support him, and his heart was even more surging.

Yang Yan's expression was a little complicated at this time, on the one hand, he was happy that Zhen Yinjian was able to defeat the "Eight Sons of the Sword", but on the other hand, there was still no way to accept that Zhen Yinjian had surpassed himself so quickly. I still remember that before this mission of the sect Xiaobi, he was able to suppress him steadily. But it's just that after the task is completed, he can't even compare to this person, how can he not be unspeakable in his heart.

"Eight sons of the sword", that is the position he once dreamed of, but he never came close. Now Zhen Yinjian, this new disciple who has not been in the beginner for a long time has already joined it, and his attitude towards him in the future may also change because of this, after all, the status of the two has been reversed.

Thinking of this, Yang Yan's heart was sour or two, inexplicably bitter. Immortal cultivators, who wants to be overwhelmed by others and bow down to the title?

"Senior Brother Yang, are you okay?" the sensitive Zhen Yinjian asked softly when he saw Yang Yan's expression a little lonely.

"It's okay, think about something extraneous. Yang Yan cheered up and replied to Zhen Yinjian with a smile. Seeing the other party's sincere expression, his heart suddenly warmed.

"This junior brother seems to be a person who loves me, and he may be able to help me in the future. Yang Yan thought so in his heart.

"Senior Brother Zhen, you are so amazing!" Yuxia jumped and jumped, not to mention how happy she was, looking at Zhen Yinjian's eyes full of admiration. Who would have thought that a few days ago, this woman would not be shy about Zhen Yinjian and would not like to see her?

Among the group of people, only Dongfang Yong's expression was the most eccentric. He saw that his maid was so affectionate with Zhen Yinjian, and his heart was full of jealousy, but he was powerless to stop it. In addition, Zhen Yinjian's repeated performances before him made him feel like he was pressing a stone in his heart, which was very unhappy.

Although he is the son-in-law of the Oriental family, he has learned the way of being polite since he was a child, and he is also a humble gentleman in the eyes of outsiders. But his background made him quite proud in his heart, and he didn't look down on ordinary people. In his heart, Zhen Yinjian and even Yang Yan are not his future opponents.

With his family background and qualifications, he is confident that he will become a sword-granting disciple within ten years, surpassing an old qualification like Yang Yan, and it is not impossible to even impact the "Eight Sons of Sword-Granting".

Now Zhen Yinjian has such strength in such a short period of time, which makes him feel a great sense of imbalance.

So when everyone was congratulating Zhen Yinjian, he was the only one standing next to him, his face ugly.

"Now Elder Wu, am I qualified to receive the first-class assessment?" Zhen Yinjian turned around and asked with a smile.

"Hmph!" Wu Dong's expression was embarrassed at first, and then his lips trembled twice, as if he was about to say something but he didn't. I saw him stand up suddenly, let out a cold snort at Zhen Yinjian, and left the table!

"Yin Jian, the evaluation of your sect is lower than the first-class, I have made the decision, and no one will question it anymore. At this time, Elder Xu also left the table, he walked to Zhen Yinjian's side, patted him on the shoulder comfortingly, and spoke with a smile.

"Considering your performance in the task, coupled with your ability, I don't think the rating in the first class will not be high, it will not even be enough. The old man with a bitter face smiled rarely, although it looked more ugly than crying.

"Hmph, that old monster dares to have an opinion, and he is not afraid that the three of us will impeach him?" Ge Shan laughed, and at this time his heart was indescribably happy. Zhen Yinjian performed so well, and he, as a guide, naturally had a lot of face.

"Ahem, since Zhen Yinjian already has a strength comparable to the 'Eight Sons of the Sword Grant', it is naturally not a problem to become a disciple of the Sword Grant, I don't know Yin Jian, have you considered which elder to worship under you?" said the bald and smiling Elder Xu coughed.

"You old fox!" Ge Shan and the old man with a bitter face were both chuckling in their hearts at this time, they didn't expect this old man Xu to be so clever and mention Zhen Yinjian's promotion to a sword disciple so quickly.

"Zhen Yinjian, you are the one I introduced to the sect, and the support I can give you will definitely not be less than others, you have to believe me. Ge Shan spoke first, he didn't want to miss a talent like Zhen Yinjian.

"Come on, Lao Ge, you are an elder of the Medicine Palace, and the method of fighting is also commonplace, don't delay Yin Jian's cultivation of martial arts, and mislead people's children!" The old man with a bitter face opened his mouth to laugh at this time, and the two missing teeth in his mouth were impressive.

"What do you mean, Lao Zhu, what's wrong with my Medicine Hall Elder, Medicine Hall Elder can't teach such a good talent. Let me tell you, Yin Jian, this kid Dan Xiu's talent is ten times that of martial arts, and it is most appropriate for me to teach him, but you are also questionable?"

Ge Shanshan blew his beard angrily and glared, at this time, he looked at this bitter-faced Elder Zhu with a bad expression, like a monkey snatching food!

Speaking of which, he is not to blame, these elders are all hundreds of years old, and it is basically difficult to break through the bottleneck of the realm in this life without adventures, and if you want to go further, you need to spend huge resources, and if you don't have a better status, don't even think about it. The so-called master is expensive with apprentices, and if they can recruit a promising apprentice, it will naturally be of great benefit to their status in the sect and the tilt of resources.

Because of this reason, these elders had to compete for Zhen Yinjian's apprenticeship qualifications regardless of the situation of tearing their faces in front of the juniors.