For a while, the vitality on Qianwu's body surged, and a trace of pale red blood qi rose from his body, and a scorching red cloud quickly condensed behind him. Red Cloud couldn't stop twisting and struggling, forming a rough bird shape, and his sword momentum was full of misery as the bird form condensed. The sword momentum is not so fast, and the sword moves have become more open and closed, with the style of an assassin, and a resolute "strong man will never return".

Obviously, this is a sign that he has not yet practiced at home. Otherwise, with this kind of Taoist sword, there will definitely be no dilemma that can be sent but not received.

However, Li Jingxuan had to be glad that the other party's sword technique had not yet been practiced. Otherwise, he wouldn't dare to continue to swim in the opponent's sword momentum. After all, every move in the other party's sword momentum at the moment carried a heavy fire, and Li Jingxuan got a little closer, and felt a wave of heat rushing towards him.

"It's hot. Li Jingxuan frowned slightly: "Is this the so-called Vermilion Bird Sword Technique......?"

Li Jingxuan's thoughts flowed in his heart, and before the sword momentum in his hand could change, Qianwu's black big sword wrapped in a layer of red fierce qi and slashed into his chest. This sword came with extreme violence, and the sharp intent in the blade of the sword was entangled with the scorching momentum on the sword, distorting the space through which the sword momentum passed.

Li Jingxuan didn't dare to make a hard gear, so he gave in at the moment and didn't go. The aqua blue figure slipped out of the red and black sword group lightly, and did not go far, only stabbing a sword six feet in front of Qianwu.

The timing of this sword was well chosen, and there was no problem with the angle, even the strength and speed were very good. Although it was only a simple flat stab, the position pointed by the tip of the sword was the flaw in the Qianwu sword momentum. Therefore, in the eyes of outsiders, this sword is quite powerful.

However, for Qianwu, he didn't care about Li Jingxuan's sword. In his opinion, Li Jingxuan's sword is wrong, but the person who uses it is wrong.

"Your arm is only two feet, your Qingfeng is only three feet, and the total is only five feet, how can you stab me six feet away?" Qianwu shouted loudly.

The sword in his hand was still imposing. At that moment, he didn't care about Li Jingxuan's stabbing at all, but the big sword rolled against Li Jingxuan's Qingfeng and teased his chest from the bottom up.

"Not necessarily. Li Jingxuan replied loudly.

His body was slightly on one side, but the whole person was slightly tilted downward at an angle. It's just that his body is downward, but Qingfeng is suddenly raised. At the same time as the Qianwu sword struck upward, the blade of the sword pointed directly at the hands of Qianwu holding the sword.

This change of move did not exist in any of the swordsmanship of the Immortal Sect at all. It's just that Li Jingxuan himself felt that it should be like this, so he did it.

With such a sudden blow, Qianwu didn't have time to react at all, he felt a pain in his wrists, and the strength in his hands suddenly vented, and the dark sword could no longer be grasped, and it slid heavily to the ground. There was a loud bang, and a puff of smoke and dust was splashed.

"This is miserable!" The sudden arrival made Qianwu slightly stunned, and he shouted in his heart that it was not good. As a senior brother, he didn't want his five years of hard work to be in vain.

At that moment, he took a step forward, stepped heavily on the end of the hilt of the great sword, lifted its blade with a slight force, and quickly kicked the spine of the great sword with the other kick.

The big sword flew up from this, and he himself jumped up, stepping on the sword with both feet, and pressed directly against Li Jingxuan's location with a technique that was almost like an imperial sword. This posture is matched with his tall and mighty body, giving people the illusion that Mount Tai is overwhelming.

"Yike...... Is he trying to crush Li Jingxuan?" exclaimed the onlookers, who all thought it was very weird.

However, this flutter was just a trick for him to deceive, and what he really prepared for Li Jingxuan was his slightly raised hands on the left and right.

Still in mid-air, Qianwu jumped high from the sword. He turned around in the air, and suddenly waved his claws under his head and feet and slammed towards Li Jingxuan's front door.

At this time, Qianwu's claws had not yet arrived, and his strong wind came from the pavement. In the strong wind of hunting, the claw shadow flew in a virtual and real way, caging the vital points around Li Jingxuan's body, making it difficult for him to dodge.

"What should I do?" At this moment, Li Jingxuan closed his eyes, "Is it left?" His intuition made him judge the true purpose of Qianwu.

At this moment, he understood everything.

At that moment, he leaned down, lowered his left shoulder, and immediately stood up with an astonishing momentum. The empty sleeves were infused with most of the vitality in his body at this moment.

Under the support of such vitality, the sleeves swelled up suddenly, like an iron rod soaring into the sky, stirring into the boundless dark clouds, and instantly dissipated the dark clouds.

At the moment of "......", Qianwu's claw shadow was swept away.

"Snap ......" The next moment, the energetic sleeve hit his right shoulder heavily, and he was still in mid-air two or three feet away, and spit out a mouthful of blood, but he was lying on the ground, unable to stand up straight for a while.

In less than a few seconds, this series of changes made onlookers stunned.

"I didn't expect such a change. The deacon sighed and stepped up.

He walked in front of Qianwu first, took a look at his condition, and after finding that he had only suffered a little internal injury, he gently raised his left hand and asked the disciples of the Pharmacology Hall to step forward and carry him down. Then he walked in front of Li Jingxuan again, and raised his only right arm: "Return to Xuandian Li Jingxuan, forge the eighth layer, and win the forty-seventh game!"

The deacon loudly announced Li Jingxuan's victory.

As the deacon's words fell, there was a burst of applause and a low discussion among the surrounding onlookers.

"It's amazing, I've won 47 games, ......"

"He won this game, and tomorrow he will be a proper inner disciple. ”

"He has only been in the mountain gate for three years, and he is one-armed...... I'm afraid it's going to be a record. ”

"That's not all, the fastest person in the sect to become an inner disciple was Senior Brother Lingwu thirty years ago. It only took him a year to go from an outer disciple to an inner disciple. ”

"But Senior Brother Lingwu is at the level of the fifth layer of forging body as soon as he gets started, but this Li Jingxuan is an ordinary person when he hears that when he gets started, he doesn't know anything, how can this be compared?"

"That's right......"

"Maybe he can really surprise us. ”

"Maybe!"

In the midst of everyone's discussions, under the gaze of everyone, Li Jingxuan slowly stepped down from the competition platform. The ejected scabbard had long since been retracted by him. At this time, as when he first came on the field, he calmly and calmly held the sword with his backhand. At this moment, he still feels elegant and bleak.

He walked away, leaving everyone with only a blue back and an empty sleeve hanging from his left shoulder.

"Iron Sleeves Flowing Clouds...... It's really iron-sleeved!" the onlookers sighed.

With Li Jingxuan's departure, a new battle began in the competition platform. And the onlookers who were originally talking about him were also attracted by the new battle, and then there were new topics.

Of course, these have nothing to do with Li Jingxuan, who has already left the competition platform. He did not go to see other people's martial arts competitions, but left the noisy top of the mountain and returned to his remote hut at the foot of the mountain, went to bed and meditated again.

As a cultivator in the eyes of others, he almost always uses cultivation instead of sleep, and uses the operation of his vitality in everything he does in his daily life. It can be said that after three years of hard work, he has turned the matter of cultivating Yuan Qi into his instinct, integrated it into his bones, and turned it into every movement of his body.

Of course, as a traverser, Li Jingxuan still has some benefits.

Since coming to this place, perhaps because of his rebirth, Li Jingxuan found that his thinking and calculation ability has improved a lot compared to before, and his dynamic vision is also very strong. He practiced martial arts with those outer disciples, often practicing once or twice, so that he could memorize those moves, and then deduce moves that were more suitable for him.

Not only is the external skill trick like this, but even the vitality cultivation method is also similar.

In the same way, his cultivation path is always a little different from others. This difference is a subconscious adjustment made by his body and soul in his practice. Such an adjustment is generally not visible to outsiders, but it is a real existence.

In short, it made Li Jingxuan's cultivation speed almost double that of ordinary disciples.

Such a fast cultivation speed, coupled with Li Jingxuan's own crazy efforts, made him advance to the eighth level of forging his body in just three years, and he had the qualifications to become an inner disciple.

However, even so, Li Jingxuan never slackened.

Time flickers by in meditation. Li Jingxuan opened his eyes again, the sky outside the window had become dark, and his stomach kept feeling hungry, and he was cooing to him.

"Another day has passed. Li Jingxuan sighed, and casually took out a few black and hard pancakes from the mezzanine at the bedside and ate them directly.

Of course, there is a canteen in the sect, but Li Jingxuan rarely eats in it, and only uses the silver taels distributed to the outer disciples in the sect for five days and ten days, and goes to the canteen to buy some dry food pancakes for the expatriate disciples to eat and store them in his bedside table for him to eat when he is hungry.

These dry food pancakes are specially made by the sect, and their nutrition is naturally guaranteed, but the taste is very bad. It's so hard that it has the legend that it can be used as some kind of powerful hidden weapon to smash people for a while. If he didn't have good teeth and a strong stomach, I'm afraid he would really have no problem with him.

"But it's nice to have something to eat. It's better than eating human flesh, and it's better than eating your own flesh......" Li Jingxuan was grateful, squeaking and chewing the pancakes that were as hard as wood, eating very happily.

After eating the pancakes in two or three clicks, Li Jingxuan no longer sat cross-legged. He got out of the wooden bed, pushed open the door, and went out into the night. Let the cool night breeze blow his body, lift his scattered head, and gently pull the blue robe on his body back.

At this time, the night was as cool as water, and the endless stars twinkled on the inky blue sky, and the brilliant starlight even robbed the crescent moon hanging above the middle heaven. In the starry sky, a shining galaxy hangs directly from the northwest corner of the sky to the northeast of the sky, which makes people feel the magnificence and grandeur of nature.

Under the galaxy, Li Jingxuan looked up and looked up, and he was leisurely distracted: "Tomorrow I will go to the inner gate, become an official disciple of the sect, and then have the qualification to go to the ceremonial pavilion once a month to watch the classics." This is my chance, and it's something I've been praying for for a long time. He whispered, his right hand, which was as white as jade, lightly pressed the empty sleeve on the left: "It is said that cultivators are omnipotent, maybe I can find a way to restore my left hand from the classics of the sect." “

This is his heart's desire. It's been three years, it's been three years since he came to this world, and after the first hellish tragedy, he has been working hard for this purpose and revenge all the time.

He worked hard to absorb the vitality, carry the true power, meditate instead of sleeping, and use dry pancakes to simply satisfy his stomach, and control the desire of his mouth and tongue.

He practiced his sword hard, no matter the scorching sun or the wind and snow, he never had a moment's break.

He took the trouble to ask those who were already inner disciples in the pharmacology hall, just to be able to learn more about pharmacology, recognize the exotic flowers and herbs of this world, and memorize the medical classics of this world.

He asked the nerds in the Wen Seal Hall for advice, just to be able to memorize more of the rune patterns and understand the knowledge that was simply dismissed as superstition in his previous life.

Three years of hard work have made an amazing change between him and his former self.

There is no resemblance between him now and him three years ago except for his face.

During these three years, in the outer sect of this sect, he was regarded as a "cultivator madman", regarded as a withdrawn and silent person.

But who knows......

"Alas......" he sighed, closed his eyes softly, and a series of painful memories came to mind:

The confusion after possession, the helpless determination......

Then there was the despair of the fire of war that broke out in the middle of the night, and the city was broken and plundered......

In the end, there was the dead silence of escorting the north, and the sparkle of the knife and a large black iron pot that was boiling hot with hot water.

"This memory is really ......" Li Jingxuan shook his head, put away all his feelings, and took a deep breath: "Cultivate to become an immortal...... The fairy should be able to let me kill all these demons. Thirsty for the blood of the Huns, hungry for Hulu meat, although the world is different, but the impulse for revenge is the same. Hey...... Kill, that's a must!"

Under the stars, he smiled rarely. It was perhaps his first laugh in three years. The more he laughed, the happier he became, and finally he laughed so much that tears came out.

The laughter spread far away. It reverberates in the silence of the night.

Fortunately, the place where he lives is quite remote, but no one accuses him of disturbing the people.

The night went on like that.

The next day, before the main temple.

On a huge and simple bronze tripod, 8,000 red incense sticks are densely inserted, and the melodious green smoke rises up, but in the slight mountain breeze, it goes straight up strangely, and rises to a height of dozens of zhang before disappearing inexplicably.

Behind the bronze tripod, nearly a hundred teenagers who were about to become inner disciples stood solemnly with their waists straight, waiting for the bigwigs in the hall to announce the beginning of the entrance ceremony loudly.

This moment was the most glorious moment of their lives, and it was also the moment they had been waiting for for a long time.

As the shadow of Huabiao on the left side of the main hall pointed to the edge of the time, the two true disciples who rang the bell pushed the bell hammer of the large bronze bell on the right side of the main hall again.

"Dangdangdang......" As the nine bells rang in succession in the Immortal Sect, a middle-aged Taoist with a simple face and an unsmiling face rushed out of the main hall, stood still on the white marble steps in front of the main hall, and shook off the talisman scroll in his hand.

"In the year of Yiwei, the introductory ceremony of the inner disciples of the Lingzi generation is now ...... Please follow me into the temple to pay homage to the patriarch!" said this in an extremely high-pitched and distant voice, and then looked inward.

Behind him, a new disciple bypassed Da Ding left and right and followed closely.