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"Master, Great Elder, if there is nothing wrong, then the disciple will retire first. At this time, Yu Jian spoke.

"This is a sword from my early years, and a fourth-order elixir. Since you don't have any requirements, then accept these two things, which can be regarded as some greeting gifts for you. With a wave of his hand, a long sword with a pin and a small wooden box fell into Yu Yan's hands.

Yu Yan smelled the medicinal fragrance and felt an awe-inspiring aura coming from the long sword, and couldn't help but be slightly startled, and his heart was a little moved. Immediately said, "Thank you, Master!"

"Well, let's go down. Xuan Ya nodded and said indifferently.

"With the sword momentum and sword intent, he will definitely be able to enter the top ten in the disciple competition, but the sect master gave him the sword and pill, presumably for the ten sect competition in two months!"

After Yu Yan left, the elder looked at Xuan Li.

"I really can't hide anything from you, Elder!" said Yu Ya smiled.

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Ten days passed in a flash.

Morning.

At this time, I saw two young men and women in white standing on a platform of the Divine Sword Sect. The man's breath is sharp, the woman's momentum is cold, and both of them are masters in the middle of the artistic conception.

And around the two of them, there were crowds of spectators.

"The competition starts now!"

I heard a loud voice coming from above the platform.

Rumble!

As soon as the voice fell, the two people on the stage finally moved......

"I didn't expect that the number of disciples participating in the competition this time was as high as 100, 60 in the middle stage of the transformation conception, and 40 in the later stage of the transformation of the artistic conception! I am the tenth, and at this rate, it seems that I will have to wait until the afternoon. ”

In an inconspicuous corner of the crowd, looking at the jade stick in his hand and the two people on the stage who were fighting evenly between the top and bottom, Yu Yan couldn't help muttering.

He still hid his cultivation until the middle stage of the transformation conception, so his opponent was naturally also a disciple of the middle stage of the transformation conception. And his real strength now may have already reached the point of fighting with the early stage masters of the Borrowing Heaven Realm.

"As long as you enter the top ten!" Yu Yan said secretly in his heart.

When he was in a daze, the competition on the stage was also divided into winners and losers. In the end, the girl wins, the boy loses.

The competition is still going on, and the time is gradually passing.

And so it was until the afternoon.

Yu Geng's figure was already standing on the stage, and opposite him stood a young man as big as him.

"The tenth game, Yuan Zhao vs. Mu Heng, the competition starts now!"

Brush!

As soon as the voice fell, the young man opposite Yu Qian had already disappeared in place.

"Oh? Yu Yan was slightly stunned, and then smiled.

A cold light pierced from behind him, piercing through his body in an instant.

"Phantom!"

The young man named Yuan Zhao's face changed drastically, and he couldn't help but exclaim.

The next moment, he only felt a pain in his mouth, and the long sword in his hand had fallen to the ground.

Before Yuan Zhao could finish his shock, his pupils shrank suddenly.

I saw Yu Yan and pointed to Yuan Zhao's eyebrows.

"You've lost!" Yu Yan said indifferently as he looked at the young man.

"Thank you for your mercy, I'm convinced. ”

The young man was also refreshed, and directly hugged his fist at him, and then walked off the stage.

"In the tenth competition, Mu Heng wins!" A voice also came from above, resounding throughout the square.

Everyone in the audience felt a little dazed, this competition happened too quickly. It seemed that it was only a blink of an eye, and Mu Heng's fingers had already reached Yuan Zhao's eyebrows.

"That's too fast, isn't it?"

"Who is this Mu Heng, I don't seem to have heard of such a person in the inner door. ”

"Another dark horse!"

“......”

Everyone in the audience couldn't help but marvel at the back of the white-clothed young man standing on the platform, and they were more curious about the identity of this young man.

"I really didn't expect his strength to be so terrifying, although he only has the cultivation of the middle stage of the transformation conception, but his strength is already more powerful than the ordinary transformation of the artistic conception after the realm. ”

A young man in the crowd looked at Yu Yan's back and couldn't help muttering.

Yu Yan glanced down and walked down, and there was only one game for him today.

"I remember, this person is Mu Heng, a disciple who was directly admitted to the sect eight months ago, and then he broke through to the middle stage of the transformation in only two months, and became an inner disciple in one fell swoop!"

After Yu Wan left, a voice suddenly sounded.

Everyone was shocked, and they couldn't help but follow the prestige, only to see a red-haired young man with a face full of surprise and excitement. And this red-haired young man is the Jing Hong he met when Yu Yan first came in!

"I also remembered that there seemed to be such a person. ”

"Damn, it only took two months to break through from the early stage of the artistic conception to the middle stage, this is too perverted!"

"Are you sure you're not lying to us?"

As soon as the people who had been quiet heard Jing Hong say this, they couldn't help but start to get lively again......

"Mu Heng!"

“......”

Although the previous competitions are only the competitions of the disciples in the middle stage of the artistic conception, there are still some disciples who are masters in the late stage of the artistic conception who come here to watch.

With Mu Heng's victory, his name gradually spread throughout the entire inner gate of the Divine Sword Sect.

The next moment, in a cave.

"I knew it. ”

Jian Yu took the test information handed over by the attendant, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.

"I'm sure we'll meet soon, brother priest!"

The truth is just as Jianyu expected.

In the next three days of competition, all the competitions of the disciples in the middle stage of the transformation of the artistic conception were completed.

The leader is Mu Heng!

And then as long as he defeats the two disciples in the late stage of the transformation of the artistic conception, he can enter the top ten representative sects to participate in the ten sect competition two months later.

In fact, this is just an opportunity for the sect to hone its disciples!

Except for the Divine Sword Sect, no other sect had such a convention before, because the disciples who participated in the Ten Sects competition were at least masters in the late stage of the Transformation Artistic Conception.

Rested for two days.

This day, that is, the early morning of the third day.

It's still on the original test bench.

On the opposite side stood a young man in white.

"I've seen your competition. At this time, the white-clothed young man standing opposite Yu Qian looked at the former and said calmly.

"That's my pleasure!" Yu replied.

Although the person in front of him was a master of the late stage of the transformation conception, Yu Yan felt that his strength would definitely be more powerful than the general transformation of the late stage, and that momentum made him feel a slight chill in his body and mind.

The disciples in the audience all held their breath. Although they were optimistic about Yu Qian, the young man in front of him made them feel awe and fear.

That's the twelfth best player in the last competition!

"The eightieth competition, Mu Heng's competition against Haoxuan starts now!"

A voice came from above.

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