The fingers and the big sword came to the two of them in an instant, and the golden fingers and colorful sword qi all exuded the breath of death. Referring to the old man's face does not change, Ye Junlin is as immobile as a mountain.

"Drink!"

Ye Junlin roared, completely ignoring the finger of the old man Xuan, and the big sword in his hand suddenly accelerated.

A trace of hesitation flashed in the eyes of the old man Zhixuan, but it was this trace of hesitation that made him fall to the disadvantage.

The contest between masters is no longer just a contest of occult skills and cultivation, but more of courage, courage and the spirit of not being afraid of death.

"Count you ruthless!"

The old man turned pale, scolded loudly, and the fingers in his hand turned in vain to meet Ye Junlin's big sword.

"Boom!"

The fingers struck Ye Junlin's greatsword, making a metallic sound.

The Golden Xuan Qi and the Colorful Xuan Qi collided together, and the powerful impact force shook the two of them back a few steps each.

Ye Junlin's murderous aura was overwhelming, and the old man pointed out that his face was full of sorrow.

"Strike, strike, strike. The old man sighed: "It seems that the old man is really old!"

The old man put away the finger cuff on his index finger, put his hands behind his back, and looked at Ye Junlin with interest.

"Today, the old man can't help you, so the 'Golden Silk Armor' will be yours. After the old man finished speaking, he turned around and was about to leave.

"Your name is 'Old Man Zhixuan', right?" Ye Junlin suddenly spoke: "After a while, I will go to you again to avenge today's raid." ”

Old Man Zhixuan turned around, and there was a look of appreciation in his eyes.

"Good boy, I'll wait for you. After the old man finished speaking, his steps began to drift away, and in a few breaths, he disappeared into a street corner.

"You guy, your strength is really terrifying!" Li Mo looked at the murderous Ye Junlin, and couldn't help but feel a little emotional: this guy's strength is so strong, even the old man Zhixuan can't help him.

"Is the auction still going?" Ye Junlin asked coldly.

"You don't have to go, except for the 'Golden Silk Armor', other things are of little use to you. Li Mo thought for a moment and added, "As for the 'Purple Blood Coral' you just asked, it's completely a chicken rib. ”

"Oh. Ye Junlin responded: "The ten gold coins, I will pay you back in a while." ”

"It doesn't matter. A strange smile appeared on Li Mo's face

Time flickered, and it was another two days.

This day is the day when the outer gate of the 'Purple Cloud Sea' recruits disciples.

"How's the preparation?" Li Mo suddenly appeared at Ye Junlin's door and asked.

"It should be possible, right?" Ye Junlin replied with a hint of nervousness.

"Nervous fart!" Li Mo saw the occasional cramped expression of this 'Killing God', and said with a smile: "With your strength, even the sect master of the Purple Cloud Sea may not be your opponent, what else is there to be nervous about." ”

"It's the first time I've participated in such an audition, so it's a little bit of a bit. Ye Junlin replied like a shy teenager.

"I really don't understand, why do you want to join the 'Purple Cloud Sea' when you think of a 'freak' like you?" Li Mo asked.

Ye Junlin scratched his scalp, and his expression became serious: "I said that I would destroy the 'Sword Forging Villa' with another person, do you believe it?"

"I believe it. Li Mo nodded heavily: "You madman, you just said that you want to kill the 'Bixiao Xuanyu', I believe it." ”

"You're right, I do have that idea. In Ye Junlin's mind, a slender figure resurfaced.

"Maniac. "Li Mo has been completely defeated.

Ye Junlin's idea is actually very simple.

Find a larger sect, break through to the high-level mysterious, finish cultivating the high-level mystical skills of that sect, and then kill the 'Sword Casting Villa' with Liang Bufan.

If you practice alone, you really can't afford it

Winter is coming to an end, and the spring rains are moisturizing the lips of the earth.

Ye Junlin and Li Mo walked on the huge avenue, and the light that appeared on their bodies helped them block the pouring rain.

"Don't be nervous, even the elders of the outer gate are also a scum in front of your eyes. Li Mo said and handed Ye Junlin a black iron plate.

"What is this?" Ye Junlin asked.

"Your test bib. ”

"Oh. Ye Junlin answered, and turned his eyes to look at the dark iron card.

"What an auspicious number. Ye Junlin's face was a little helpless.

I saw that on the dark number plate, a number was quietly carved: four hundred and forty-four.

The easternmost part of Purple Cloud City is located in a magnificent hall called: Donglai Palace. It means 'purple gas comes from the east'.

Above the Donglai Hall, a huge semicircular light curtain stood quietly, like a big umbrella, blocking all the rain from the main hall.

Li Mo took Ye Junlin and entered the square in the center of the main hall.

At this time, the square was already crowded with people.

The participants and their companions crowded the square of the main hall.

The sound of crying, cheering and parental comfort filled the entire square, making Ye Junlin's eardrums hurt.

Ye Junlin finally found a corner and stood down, his eyes carefully looking at his competitors.

Most of the people who participated in the test were fourteen or fifteen years old, their faces were covered with childishness, and most of their cultivation was between the sixth and seventh levels of the Xuan Mai.

"Looks like I'm overthinking. Ye Junlin muttered.

After about a pillar of incense, a crisp gong suddenly sounded from one direction of the square. Then a group of warriors dressed in purple brocade slowly walked out of the main hall.

"Those who participate in the test, stay, and the others exit 'Donglai Plaza'. One of the warriors at the head shouted loudly.

The people accompanying the test, after some encouragement and comfort, retreated like a tide, and a huge square instantly became quiet, and there were about a thousand or so young warriors left in the square.

"I'm gone, too. Li Mo waved his hand at Ye Junlin, and disappeared into the torrent of people.

More than a dozen warriors dressed in purple sat in the northernmost stands of the square. The teenagers who participated in the test formed a long line under the arrangement of several martial artists.

Ye Junlin lined up in the center of the line.

A martial artist with a full face suddenly frowned when he passed by Ye Junlin's side: "Sixteen or seventeen-year-olds, also come to participate in the selection?"

Ye Junlin snorted coldly, his eyes swept over the fat warrior's body.

"Xuanmai Ninefold Martial Artist, can you see through my cultivation?" Ye Junlin said disdainfully in his heart.

"Everybody be quiet, and the newspaper selection will begin immediately. The fat warrior roared.

Then, several warriors lifted up a huge brass pillar