Yi Jiantian was in a strange state at this time, a trace of anger, a trace of mania slowly flowed down the air and blood into Yi Jiantian's heart, but he just breathed, did not answer, and did not know if he heard Chen Lin's words.

Liu Zhi wanted to announce the end of the competition, and Yijian was defeated, but was stopped by Yun Shangzheng. Because Yun Shangzheng felt that a kind of power was growing in Yi Jiantian's body, I am afraid that only the two or three elders around Yun Shangzheng could feel it.

Chen Lin closed his eyes tightly, opened them slowly, gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, since you want to get in my way, I'll let you lose completely." ”

Chen Lin turned around and stared at Yi Jiantian with angry eyes, and his biggest killing move, "Splitting the Earth and Infinite", unleashed. The sword shadow, a powerful and incomparable sword shadow, shot along Chen Lin's golden silk broadsword towards Yi Jian Tian. The shadow of the knife passed by, bringing bursts of cyclones, as if to squeeze this air into a vacuum.

The shadow of the sword was very fast, seeing that Yi Jian Tiandu was about to be cut by this, everyone under the martial arts stage saw this scene, and their hearts seemed to be pinched, and the tense atmosphere permeated the entire school field, and there was silence.

Three meters, two meters, one meter, two feet "Ah!!" Yi Jiantian roared, but the voice was no longer like a human voice, more like the roar of a demon beast. Then suddenly turned, Yi Jiantian's eyes were filled with a strange purple, his body was almost to the extreme, he lifted the sword is a slash, Yuan Li broke the sword out, and under the strong light, the Yuan Li sword qi was so strong that it unstoppably broke through Chen Lin's "Splitting the Earth" sword shadow, and slashed towards Chen Lin, this scene made all the onlookers smack.

Chen Lin never thought that this scene would happen. Unguarded, he was directly knocked out of the ring by Yi Jiantian's powerful Yuan Qi Sword.

"Ding" With a clear breaking sound, Yi Jiantian's tungsten iron heavy sword, which had been with him for nearly two years, also collapsed at this moment because it couldn't withstand the impact of Yuan Li.

Liu Zhi shouted excitedly: "Yijian Tiansheng!"

"Yi Jian Tian, Yi Jian Tian, Yi Jian Tian"

Everyone stood up, whether it was before, whether it was pleasing to the eye or not, at this moment, they were all using their extremely warm applause to express their respect for this little martial artist intermediate martial artist.

However, at this time, Yi Jiantian couldn't hear a sound, he closed his eyes lightly, fell to the ground with a bang, and fainted.

After this competition, Yi Jiantian was already quite influential in the sect, and every one of his competitions became the topic of conversation among many disciples after dinner. What's more, he actually learned the heavy sword, you must know that practicing this heavy sword is not an easy job, and carrying a 180-pound weapon every day is not a joke.

However, as for why Yi Jiantian's eyes turned purple that day, the explanation given by the sect was that the potential was exerted, and each person's manifestation was different. In fact, no one knew the truth, including Yi Jiantian himself, and he didn't figure out what was going on.

After the competition, Tie Wuji officially accepted Yi Jiantian as his personal disciple, but this did not affect Luo Yanfei's teachings, otherwise in Yi Jiantian's words: "The sky can't be without swallows." ”

Before, Yi Jiantian thought that leg skills were just practicing legs, but after practicing for a while, he realized that if this leg method was good, it would also affect the strength of the whole body, and it would also indirectly enhance the attack power of the weapon.

Of these one hundred and eight elite disciples, Yi Jiantian was the youngest, only eight years old, and many of them were already twelve or thirteen years old, and they gradually sprouted the most subtle emotions in the world. Yuan Qing and Liu Lin can be regarded as not knowing each other, and after that competition, the two have interacted more frequently. And Yi Jiantian's senior brother Ran Wensong also often corresponds with Tao Yan, of course, there are also people who abandon their emotions and have been cultivating hard in order to make breakthroughs, such as Fang Qing.

Time passed day by day, and every morning, all the elite disciples would practice the "Tiangang White Tiger Formation" hard, and everything was going on in a tense and orderly manner.

However, in a small village not far from the Chiyan Sect, Meng Wai was still in bed, and he had not yet woken up from his coma.

The scorching sun hung in the sky, and many people were taking a nap at this time, and a slightly chubby and short man in his prime was walking on the street with a rattan hat, a short-sleeved gown, and a pair of straw rattan shoes stained with dust.

It's too hot, and people can't stand it, this slightly chubby man thought that he might be a little bit angry and cool down when he was running. But I didn't want to sweat without running, but this running became a sweat straight down.

After passing through three streets and five alleys, the man finally came to a pharmacy with a small sign "Miaoshou Tang" hanging on the front of the pharmacy. The man walked in.

In the pharmacy, a thin old man of about 60 years old was sleeping in a rocking chair and snoring. The man walked over, just smiled, and stayed there without waking the old man in the pharmacy. Such a good heart, willing to wait for oneself rather than disturb the dreams of others, such people are rare among selfish human beings.