A few days later, when Qin Chen, who was a little handsome with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and his free-flowing figure, danced with the long sword along with the autumn leaves, the martial arts on his body were full of internal strength, and the sword moves in his hand were terrifying, bursting out with thunder and thunder.

The waves of sword qi swept across a radius of five or six meters, and now the young man waved his hand at will, and the sword roared and thundered, and the dust flew, and countless sword marks and ravines of different depths emerged from the ground in an instant.

The power of this sword move was something that Qin Chen could exert without the help of the internal strength and mental method, the critical qi induction technique.

After continuous efforts, the young man had already practiced this set of Ninefold Thunderbolt Sword Technique, which he was not good at, to the seventh level. For Qin Chen, this is really a thing to be happy about.

However, the young man who had just made a breakthrough in the sword technique did not go too far, and was immersed in joy, because he found that at this time, there was an aura on his body that was not within his control, soaked in the ancient wilderness, with a deep evil aura.

This breath not only exists in the depths of the young man's sea of knowledge, but also exists at the bottom of his bloodline.

At this moment, this aura soaked in strength, as if it had its consciousness, instinctively took advantage of Qin Chen's cultivation and was tired to desperately impact the young man's weak seal, so that there were signs of rising out.

In an instant, Qin Chen only felt that his body was steaming, and his consciousness was becoming more and more trance-like. However, he still subconsciously fought against the evil qi in his body, and mobilized the power of the seal to successfully shake it back.

When the young man just came back to his senses, he heard someone in his ear: "Qin Chen, come with me, the elders of the sect will summon you." ”

The young man looked for prestige, and saw the young man in white standing on a big tree in the southeast, looking at him with a smile at the right time.

Being able to be summoned by any of the eight elders of the Martial Dao Cultivator and the unfathomable in the sect is something that many people dream of, so Qin Chen didn't ask much, and directly stepped on the Linxu footwork, and followed the white clothes to the seventh peak of the main peak of the sect, which is also the highest peak.

Among the disciples, usually only the inner disciples who were summoned to the seventh peak, and the disciples under the elder's seat were allowed to step in.

Standing at the foot of the ladder-like steps leading to the summit of the seventh peak, the boy looked at the roof covered with glazed tiles at the top, with two wings and horns, like a building soaring above the peak.

After staying in the sect for a few years, it was the first time for Qin Chen to be allowed to step into the seventh peak, standing at such a close distance to watch the Jiyue Pavilion, the important place of the sect, no wonder he was surprised.

When the boy is at the height of the seventh peak, stepping on the steps step by step, there is always an illusion as if he is in a sea of clouds, and behind him is half of the sky burned red by the sunset, which is enough to make people forget to return.

The young man in white took Qin Chen to the Jiyue Pavilion, the important place of the sect, and left directly.

Walking into the Jiyue Pavilion of the sect, Qin Chen saw a black-haired elder in the spacious and bright hall, holding a white son in his hand, looking at the chess game in front of him with a somewhat serious expression, thinking about how to settle down.

Qin Chen recognized that this was Elder Feng, the youngest elder of the Lingxiao Sect, only in his fifties, he was ranked among the eight elders of the sect with his excellent strength, and he had been practicing in retreat for the past two years, and it was the first time he was able to see his true face outside the portrait.

Although he didn't believe that it was the young elder who summoned him, he did his disciple's etiquette and stepped forward quickly, standing ten paces away from the table and chair.

Right now, this Elder Feng seemed to have all his thoughts on the chessboard in front of him, which was almost in a dead game, so he didn't immediately make a sound to disturb.

As time passed, the elder's body developed a breath as deep as the sea, and gradually permeated the entire space.

And Qin Chen, who was standing at this moment, only felt that his back was full of sweat, even though the young man was trying his best to mobilize his own yuan power to resist the power soaked in this breath in the void.

But I still have the feeling that I will lie down immediately. For a while, he couldn't figure out why Elder Feng was in such a hurry to probe his strength and potential in this way.

If it is said that it is for the sake of selection, if the sect elder sits down as a disciple, he must first be promoted to an inner disciple to have this qualification, and it is too early for him now.

Immediately, the power of this aura in the air became heavier and heavier, and there was a faint pale aura around Qin Chen's body that was gradually rising, which was the internal strength of the martial arts.

You must know that in the face of such a force that almost wants to squeeze martial cultivation to the limit, many inner disciples can't last long, and they fall directly.

But Qin Chen was still standing there stubbornly, and he also wanted to know where his limit was at the moment. But as the confrontation continued, his consciousness began to change in a trance.

There was a breath of ancient savagery that was originally from the bottom of the bloodline, not within his control, and carried a deep evil aura.

At this time, Elder Feng, who had been staring at the chessboard before, had just taken the first look at the young man.

Immediately, the aura at the bottom of Qin Chen's bloodline that was not within his control was directly intimidated by the martial arts internal strength of this Wind Elder, and he retracted into the corner.

Immediately afterwards, Qin Chen's consciousness recovered, and he was no longer in a trance, but at this moment, the young man felt that his body was being pressed by an increasingly heavy force, and it would not be long before he was really going to lie down.

At this time, the old man who came from the inner hall looked at the black-haired elder sitting in front of the chessboard and said in a deep voice, "Feng Qingshan." ”

Elder Feng, who was called by his full name, immediately put away the power of the aura on his body, and smiled at the person who came: "Isn't this the disciple you Dugu Side, you fancy it?"

"I'll help you find out where his strength and potential are. Under the pressure of my breath, this young man showed resistance and resilience that was really above his peers. ”

"As an outer disciple, this young man is indeed qualified to stand here now, which is really beyond my expectations. ”

Elder Dugu glanced at him first, then turned to the young man and said, "Qin Chen is looking for you, don't bother with that guy with a weird temper." ”

Hearing this, Elder Feng immediately said loudly: "I said that how can you teach the juniors such a ......."

Looking at the two elders in the discussion, Qin Chen, who was gradually recovering, couldn't believe the scene he saw.

Just now, Elder Feng, with only a small part of his strength, was already shaking himself and almost lying down, his true strength must not be inferior to that of a martial arts master, this is the goal that many martial cultivators want to achieve in their whole life.

But at this moment, Qin Chen, who was a disciple of the outer sect, was not only able to meet two elders who could be called grandmaster-level at one time.

And found that they were so powerful, and they talked like ordinary people, which made Qin Chen feel a lot less alienated.

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