On this day, Ying Xuan opened his eyes beside the lake, and the blue and green light flashed in his eyes, and with the help of Mizusawa Erling, his injuries had healed seventy percent. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Xu Mo, who was waiting on the side, couldn't help but gasp.

"I've already sensed the water aura!"

After seeing the blue light in Ying Xuan's eyes, Xu Mo couldn't help but sigh that his qualifications were demonic, and not long after he broke through, he successfully comprehended the water aura again.

Xu Mo, who came back to his senses, conveyed the kind greetings brought by Xia Yubing, and even brought some news to Ying Xuan, about the outer door Dabi after five days.

After thanking Xu Mo, Ying Xuan couldn't help but fall into thought.

learned from Xu Mo that since he fought with Li Mufeng, he became famous in the Heavenly Sect, and he became a hot figure in the outer gate, which caused everyone's amazement.

However, for this outer door competition, he is still not the person with the highest call to win the championship, not even ranked second, but the other two have the highest call to win the championship.

fought with Li Mufeng, after all, there were not many people who saw it, and it was even more false, and the more it was spread, the more exaggerated it became. Some say that Ying Xuan and Li Mufeng fought on par, some say that Li Mufeng was seriously injured by Ying Xuan, and some even say that Li Mufeng fainted to death after he couldn't make a move under Ying Xuan.

Some people scoffed at such remarks, believing them to be deliberately exaggerated and expressing disdain.

According to Xu Mo, the other two are the two characters who need to be paid attention to in this external competition, which should not be underestimated, and neither of them is simple.

One is Yang Tianjun, who is said to be the grandson of an elder in the sect who has advanced cultivation. A body of cultivation has also reached the peak of the fourth layer of the spirit seed, and he can step into the fifth layer of the spirit at any time.

What's more, Yang Tianjun has a spirit soldier, which is a spirit sword.

The spirit soldier is the blade used by the monk, which can be injected into the blade of its own spiritual energy, exerting its strength beyond itself, and the power is amazing.

Even the inner disciples are not able to possess a spiritual soldier. For an outer disciple holding a spirit sword, in the outer gate competition, it is simply a sweeping existence, and it cannot be infused.

And the other is Shi Pojing, who is also a cultivator at the peak of the fourth layer of the spirit, but he has no spirit soldiers, but he has another adventure, and he has an amazing magic technique, and even the magic practiced by the inner disciples is slightly inferior.

It is rumored that its magic can gather spirits to form. It is not without a technique that can gather spirits to form a spell, but not all disciples can practice a spell that can be formed, and they must be inner disciples and contribute to the sect.

And Shi Po was shocked but had his own adventures, he who cultivated this technique, for other outer disciples, basically only simple aura use methods, such as gathering spirit fingers, tiger fists and the like, these spells that are not even called spells, naturally can be described as invincible existence.

Ying Xuan suddenly envied these two people, thinking that he had a turtle shell and a nameless method of refining the body, and he had constant adventures. It turns out that there are mountains outside the mountains, and there are people on people, and while they have adventures, others will also have them. It doesn't even sound like it should.

Ying Xuan imagined that he was holding a spirit soldier, swaying freely between sweeps, and his demeanor was fluttering, and the enemy was ordered to fall under the sword. Thinking of the finger pinch technique again, the spirit gathering was formed, and all kinds of blades were conjured, and even various demon beasts were conjured up, aiming at the enemy in a hurry. I couldn't help but feel a little fluttering and longing.

"In the future, I will have it too!"

Ying Xuan immediately strengthened his heart, don't let others disturb my heart, they are stronger, I want to be stronger. The top priority now is to strive to improve ourselves and meet the challenges of the outer door competition.

"It's only been five days, how can you improve your cultivation, the opponent is still so strong. ”

Ying Xuan suddenly felt a little distressed, and then his eyes lit up.

"When I was in the back mountain before, the essence blood refining body used for the cultivation of the second layer of the spirit cultivation was the highest level of the fourth layer of the spirit seed. Now that I am a fourth-level spiritual cultivator, can I use my higher essence blood to refine my body again to make my physical strength a little stronger. ”

Thinking of Yingxuan here, he went all the way to the back mountain.

......

"Damn!"

In a cave on the Qingtian Sect Mountain, there was a sound of ping-pong, and some porcelain was smashed all over the place.

The man's hair was scattered, and between cursing, his speech was still slightly slurred, and if he looked closely, it turned out that he was missing two front teeth, and his speech was a little leaky.

The man is Li Mufeng.

Li Mufeng's injuries had healed two days ago, but after hearing the discussions outside, the breath that he couldn't hold back was stimulated to his heart again. Li Mufeng, who was quite humiliated, lost his former demeanor, and simply closed the door, thanked the guests, hid in his cave, and licked the wounds in his heart.

So there is a scene in front of me.

There was a slight sound of footsteps at the entrance of the cave, and Li Mufeng, who could hear the footsteps, was furious and roared.

"Who's it! Get out of here!"

At this moment, Li Mufeng is most afraid of seeing people, afraid of being seen in the mess of this place, seeing the humiliation in his heart, and seeing the darkness of his life.

"Senior brother is so angry. ”

The person who came was not angry, but said with a smile. just shouted senior brother in his mouth, but his tone was a little arrogant, without any respect.

I saw that the person who came was dressed in a white robe, with a long body, a handsome body, a smile on the corner of his mouth, and the image of a turbid son, these two smelled the same.

"Senior Brother Yang. ”

After Li Mufeng saw who it was, he instantly calmed down, but he didn't have a seizure.

The person who came was Yang Tianjun in Xu Mo's mouth, the grandson of the elders of the sect, and the Tianjiao in the outer gate, who had the spirit soldier who swept everyone, and was the favorite to win the championship.

"Senior brother, how can he look like this? ”

Although Yang Tianjun said to Li Mufeng with a smile, his eyes were above the top, and there was a look of pride on his body, and this sentence pierced Li Mufeng's chest with a knife.

Li Mufeng just smiled reluctantly, but didn't talk.

It turned out that after Li Mufeng was promoted to an inner disciple, he worshipped the elders of the sect as his teacher. His teacher is Yang Tianjun's grandfather Yang Hongzhan, so the two have known each other for a long time.

It's just that this Yang Tianjun is a collection of thousands of favors, with the support of the elders of the sect, he thinks very highly of himself, but he has a low eye, and he has a lot of disdain for several disciples of his grandfather, not to mention that this Li Mufeng has just been humiliated by Ying Xuan.

And several of Yang Hongzhan's apprentices are usually pampered and offered to this little master, who called him his master's heart, offended him, and he will definitely have a hard time in the sect under the master in the future.

Looking at Li Mufeng's appearance, Yang Tianjun was very disdainful in his heart, an inner disciple of the fifth layer of the spirit cultivation could not even beat the outer disciple, and he lost his grandfather's name.

Feeling Yang Tianjun's eyes, a haze flashed in Li Mufeng's heart. If these two ancestors hadn't relied on their own grandfather who was an elder, how could they be where they are today.

Thinking of this, Li Mufeng was even more unhappy in his heart, the spirit sword on Yang Tianjun's body was originally his own, but it was assigned to Yang Tianjun by Yang Hongzhan under an excuse. If he had this spirit sword that day, how could he end up in such a field today.

The hatred in Li Mufeng's heart was even stronger.

"Senior Brother Li, you just wait, when the time comes for the outer gate to be compared, you will be optimistic about how I can avenge you, behead that Ying Xuan under the sword, and don't fall into my grandfather's prestige. ”

Yang Tianjun patted his chest proudly, with a look of pride, especially when he said the last sentence, his eyes were even more disdainful.

Looking at Yang Tianjun's appearance, Li Mufeng also felt a burst of contempt in his heart, this brainless second ancestor. If you weren't wearing a spirit sword, with your three-legged cat appearance, you wouldn't be worthy of lifting shoes for Ying Xuan.

Only Li Mufeng, who had confronted Ying Xuan head-on, could feel Ying Xuan's powerful physical strength, and he was unrivaled in close proximity, let alone at the same level.

Thinking of this, Li Mufeng didn't remind Yang Tianjun of anything, but praised Yang Tianjun a few words, which made his expression even more complacent.

It's best for two dogs to eat dogs, and a hint of gloom flashed in Li Mufeng's heart.

At this time, in the woods at the foot of the Qingtian Sect Mountain, there was also a young man who was in full swing cultivating, preparing for the outer gate competition in five days.

The young man was wearing the clothes of the outer disciples of the Qingtian Sect, and his appearance was ordinary, and he belonged to the kind of people who couldn't be recognized when he fell into the crowd.

It's just that at this time, the momentum on the young man's body is extraordinary, and between his fingers, a spiritual flying sword was conjured up in front of him.

Beads of sweat fell from the young man's head, his eyebrows were tightly locked, and his hands pinched again, and a tiger roar sounded......

Time is like an hourglass at your fingertips, and five days pass in a flash. Today, we finally ushered in the outer gate of the Qingtian Sect, and the martial arts arena at this time was crowded with people.

There are not many rings in the martial arts arena, only ten rings, and there are only more than 100 disciples who have signed up. After all, only a disciple who has cultivated and stepped into the fourth layer of the spirit can have the strength and confidence to compete for hegemony.

The outer disciples who signed up were divided into ten groups through the rules of the lottery. Defend until you win the 10 champions.

Of course, for the sake of fairness, whether it is a successful defense or a successful fight, the winner will have a breathing time with a stick of incense, so as not to be taken advantage of by others when the aura is exhausted.

However, between the fights of the monks, it is inevitable that there will be collisions and injuries, and the luck of the first person to defend is also a little off.

As soon as the order of the draw came out, those who were lucky and prayed that the last one to play had a chance to detect leaks heard the bad news that they were the first to play, and their faces were a little ugly.

Yang Tianjun, who was dressed in white and had a long body, stood out from the crowd, and didn't care about the order of the lot. He was wearing a long sword at his waist, and everyone next to him could feel the extraordinaryness of this sword, which was the spirit sword that Yang Hongzhan gave to Yang Tianjun.

Yang Tianjun wore it on his waist, and he never put it away in a storage bag. As if to show off, enjoying the envious eyes of everyone, the smug color on his face is even stronger.

There was a young man not far away, but there was a group of people gathered around him like Yang Tianjun, and he stood there alone, but he seemed a little lonely.

The young man's ordinary face, his face was resolute but it was difficult to hide a trace of immaturity, but it was Shi Pojing, who was practicing magic in the woods at the bottom of the mountain a few days ago.

As everyone took the stage to fight fiercely, the game gradually kicked off. Some disciples stood on the stage with a smug attitude, while others came down from the stage with pale faces and depressed expressions.

The outer gate was in full swing, but at this moment, Ying Xuan could not be seen, which caused everyone in the audience to discuss.