"Boy, what do I ask you?" the young man shouted very unpleasantly, but then saw that his figure flashed, and he blocked Ye Jian's way in an instant.

Ye Jian was already a little angry, damn, this kid is sick, Lao Tzu came here to choose **, what's in the way of him, he is so unkind to see himself, Ye Jian was angry in his heart, and immediately shouted: "Get out!

The scene was instantly quiet, and several core disciples, you look at me, I look at you, with a look of surprise, but then they clenched their fists and looked like they were watching a play.

Mu Bingyun was like a hollow valley orchid, standing alone far away, her clear eyes perceiving Ye Jian, and then the corners of her mouth unconsciously outlined a smile, a smile fell into the city, and the air around her seemed to be impressed by her smile, and there was a slight fluctuation.

The young man's face turned blue instantly, and then he locked on Ye Jian, and his eyes almost wanted to erupt with fire, he was a core disciple of Nanluo Sect with a noble status, when was he actually taught a lesson by a small inner disciple.

The young man sensed the core disciples of the surrounding circles slightly, especially Mu Bingyun, and immediately the iron blue on his face turned red, if I don't teach this kid a lesson today, then I won't have the face to mix in the core disciple circle.

Rumble~!

The true qi around the young man's body was concurrent, and the aura surged towards Ye Jian like a tide, and the majestic and majestic meaning directly oppressed Ye Jian's spirit.

"He is Zhang Yi, who is ranked twenty-ninth among the core disciples, and he is good at palming, you have to be careful. The sound of Mu Bingyun's empty valley suddenly sounded in his ears, like a stone in a winter spring, Ye Jian raised his eyebrows, but he didn't move.

There are a total of thirty people in the core disciple circle of Nanluo Sect, but these thirty people are not fixed, the annual sect competition, but anyone who has achieved the top ten disciples in the inner sect will have a chance to challenge the core disciples.

The challenged core disciple has no choice, only to face the battle, and continue to be a core disciple if he wins, if he loses, the identity of the core disciple will be replaced by the winning side, and he will be relegated to an inner disciple.

Such a challenge mode can successfully stimulate the competitiveness between the inner disciples and the core disciples, the inner disciples continue to work hard to become core disciples, and the core disciples work harder in order to keep their positions, and the non-stop tug-of-war between the two sides can make the young masters of Nanluo Sect emerge in endlessly.

Zhang Yi ranked twenty-ninth and was the second-to-last in the circle of core disciples, despite this, since his position was retained in the last big competition, it means that he has a strength higher than that of Mengtian, the first in the inner gate, and Mengtian is stronger than Ling Sen.

Of course, half a year has passed, it is impossible for Meng Tian to stand still, his strength has already been further advanced on the basis of the original, Ye Jian believes that Ling Sen is the same, although Zhang Yi in front of him will also improve, but Ye Jian does not think that the latter's progress will be greater than the former.

"Boy, do you know who you're talking to?" Zhang Yi asked with a gloomy face, clenched his fists, and asked fiercely.

Ye Jian glanced at Zhang Yi lightly, and the analysis in his heart flashed quickly, although the true qi in his body has tended to be liquidized, but the qi in my body is solid, even if it has never been refined, but the purity should not be worse than his.

Ignored by Ye Jian again, Zhang Yixin could no longer hold back the anger in his heart, his steps swayed slightly, and the whole person swept towards Ye Jian suddenly, the speed was extremely fast, if it weren't for Zhang Yi's eyes that almost wanted to kill, otherwise it would be difficult for anyone to believe that Zhang Yi was preparing to make a move on Ye Jian in the Hidden Scripture Pavilion.

For a while, several core disciples who came to watch raised their eyebrows, all of them were interested, Mu Bingyun stood still, and did not say anything, fighting is forbidden in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, otherwise once discovered, the whole body martial arts will be abolished, and the worst will be killed on the spot.

Zhang Yi actually wanted to take a big risk to teach Ye Jian a lesson, but as everyone knows, once the latter accidentally touches the prohibition of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, it will immediately attract all the elders of the Pavilion, and at that time, even Zhang Yi will not be able to argue.

Once Zhang Yi made a move on Ye Jian, it was like two grasshoppers tied to the same rope, but it was precisely because of this special environment that the battle between the two masters could be better reflected, Mu Bingyun was very curious, what is the current level of Ye Jian's strength.

Ye Jian smiled lightly, what Mu Bingyun thought of, he naturally thought of, so now he only needs to deliberately touch the prohibition of the attic, and he will be able to attract all the elders of the Guardian Pavilion, and then even if Zhang Yi does not die, he will have to shed his skin.

However, Ye Jian didn't intend to do this, there were some things, Ye Jian could choose to retreat, but some things, Ye Jian had to shoot head-on.

Huh~!

The blood sword was directly pulled out, and the spirit around Ye Jian's body suddenly hit a point, and immediately, the fierce momentum in his body burst out, but it did not spread wantonly, but was compressed by Ye Jian within a zhang of his body.

"Dacheng Sword Momentum!" Among the core disciples who were watching the battle, someone suddenly let out an exclamation.

He himself is a sword maker, and his own sword momentum has reached eighty percent, which is only one percent away from Dacheng's sword strength, but now, he has witnessed an inner disciple in the early stage of the Condensation Realm actually carrying a Dacheng sword strength, which makes him not surprised.

Although he was terrified in his heart, this person immediately thought of something, and immediately said to the onlookers: "Brothers, the Dacheng Sword is extremely destructive, let's help protect the surroundings first." ”

Suddenly, the five core disciples stood up, and their limbs shot out beams of true qi, connected in pairs, faintly holding up a space of ten zhang for Ye Jian and Zhang Yi.

Mu Bingyun obviously felt that her breathing was a little short just now, Dacheng sword momentum, she clearly remembered her Dacheng sword momentum, or in the Kuroda secret realm not long ago, between life and death.

That time, she was almost trapped in those unkillable martial zombies, and now she still has a little palpitations in retrospect, but now, as soon as Ye Jian's Dacheng sword momentum came out, it completely subverted her cognition.

Although she didn't know what Dao Ye Jian had experienced and how many life and death run-ins she had experienced, she had comprehended the Dacheng Sword Momentum at the beginning of the Ning True Realm, which was something that had never happened in the entire Zhao Kingdom, and for a while, Mu Bingyun was even more looking forward to this battle.

Zhang Yi looked slightly stunned, but then he laughed again, hum, although you have Dacheng's sword strength, but your cultivation is your fatal weakness, the amount of true qi is not as good as mine, and the true qi is not as pure as mine, even if Dacheng's sword momentum can increase the attack power, but you are still like an ant in my eyes.

Zhang Yi smiled, and the steps under his feet swept towards Ye Jian, and at the same time, he secretly connected with the palm in the sleeve robe, and the true qi gathered, and the palm turned into a light blue palm print.

The space of ten zhang in size, although it is very small, but for the master, it has no impact in the slightest, Ye Jian swept Zhang Yi's left palm hidden in the sleeve robe, and immediately chuckled.

The blood sword shook lightly, and suddenly brought up pieces of sword shadows, cutting towards Zhang Yi, it seemed to be slow and fast, Zhang Yi still thought that Ye Jian's long sword was not close yet, but in a trance, Ye Jian's long sword was already approaching a foot in front of him.

Zhang Yi was shocked, even the core disciples who were watching also heard a burst of exclamations, for a while, the scene was quiet, everyone's eyes were solemn, and no one despised Ye Jian anymore.

A hint of surprise flashed in Mu Bingyun's eyes, but then there was a flash of essence, he slowly closed his eyes, and then opened them directly, the meaning of enlightenment flashed in his eyes, and he kept deducing the sword of Ye Jian just now in his mind, and the meaning of enlightenment in his eyes was even worse.

This woman actually passed through Ye Jian's sword just now, touched the bypass, and comprehended her own things in the way of the sword, a little sharp, and grasped the epiphany of the moment, which can not be described as not demonic.

Slowly raising his head, Mu Bingyun locked his gaze on the field again.

Bang~!

Zhang Yi slapped out with a palm, directly on Ye Jian's blood sword, and suddenly there was a dark energy, changing the trajectory of the blood sword and shifting out, at the same time, Zhang Yi's left palm was sent again, and the hidden palm was pushed towards Ye Jian in front of him.

Burst~!

There was a loud pop, Zhang Yi's palm was just sweeping the remnants of Ye Jian's figure, and the light blue palm print was slamming towards the light curtain held up by the five core disciples, and then it exploded, and the light curtain shook.

Seeing this, Mu Bingyun immediately appeared in a trance in front of the light curtain, slowly raised the crystal jade palm, and gently pressed it on the light curtain, in an instant, the temperature of the entire space plummeted, and a layer of cold ice was born on the ground, and the light curtain that was still in the shaking was a swaying, as if it was frozen, and the solidity was directly increased several times.

"It's so strong!"

Ye Jian's pupils shrank, and he secretly said in his heart, while Zhang Yi on the other side had a happy face, and when he looked at Ye Jian, his eyes shot out of Ye Jian's incomprehensible look.

"Boy, let you see the gap between the core disciples and the inner disciples now!" Zhang Yi immediately shouted, and suddenly his whole body was full of true qi, and then his whole person shot directly towards Ye Jianbiao, his right palm poked out, and he made a palm print towards Ye Jian.

Zhang Yishu didn't know, he had less estimates, and Ye Jian was also less estimated, and the true qi in his body was like an ice-breaking stream, surging across the rivers, wandering between the meridian diagrams.

The mutual spiral of the sword momentum and the true qi suddenly made the blood sword blue and cloudy, and then a round of arc-shaped crescent moon appeared, rotating rapidly, and the sound of the air being cut suddenly came from all around.

"What a powerful move, what kind of martial art is this?" among the core disciples who were onlookers, someone immediately exclaimed.

"I don't know how to do it, it seems that this sect doesn't have that sword skill with this kind of power. A core disciple said with a frown on the side.

"Sister Pastor, do you know the Dao?" Finally, someone asked Mu Bingyun, who was dressed in white.

Mu Bingyun frowned, looked at Ye Jian with a puzzled expression, and said after a while: "If my guess is correct, this should be the ninth form of the Pure Sword Nine Style-Cold Moon Tribulation." ”

I have to say that Mu Bingyun's insight is far beyond ordinary people, and he actually recognized Ye Jian's moves at a glance.

"I didn't expect it to be the Nine Styles of the Pure Sword. ”

"Doesn't it mean that this sword technique is mutilated, and it is impossible to succeed in cultivation?"

"I didn't expect the last move of the Nine Styles of Pure Sword to be so powerful. ”

......

For a while, all the core disciples were amazed.

"No! No! It's not that the sword moves of the Pure Sword Nine Style are strong, but that the person who casts them is too strong. Mu Bingyun saw through the mystery at a glance, and said to himself in his heart.