He Jingyun had a hidden jade belt on his forehead, and under his skin, a gray mist surged, opening his greedy mouth, wantonly devouring the invading sword intent.

Before, I was still worried about how to deal with the huge tide of sword intent in front of me, but now that I haven't made a move, the sword intent has been swallowed directly.

This is also the reason why the people around him, including He Jingtian, looked at He Jingyun in surprise.

"This, unaffected?"

There was another discussion in the crowd.

He Qianyao, who was ten zhang away, was still unsettled by this layer of sword intent, but she didn't understand why the bastard who was close to Brother Heaven's attention was unscathed?

He must be pretending!

He Qianyao was sure in his heart, took a breath, and said, "Young family master, you better not pretend......"

He Jingyun didn't seem to hear it, his eyes looked at Qin Ya who was in pain in front of him, and he suddenly stretched out his hand easily and put it on Qin Ya's shoulder.

The gray mist opened its invisible mouth, and its long neck sucked like a river, swallowing all the sword intent around the two people's bodies.

The pressure on Qin Ya's body was much less, and he slowly straightened up, and cast a grateful glance at He Jingyun.

It was so close that He Jingtian couldn't have been unaware.

He frowned, the frost on his face heavier than before.

He launched his sword intent, forcing the monk in the middle of the Tattoo Realm to stand up, but why couldn't he help a worm ant in the Tattoo Realm?

This made He Jingtian angry at the same time, and at the same time, he felt a trace of humiliation!

"Is that what you rely on?"

He Jingtian narrowed his eyes and looked at He Jingyun with his pupils narrowed.

He was the top existence of the Tattoo Disciple Realm, and the sword intent that emanated from it was connected to his mind, and he had just been partially devoured by He Jingyun's life pattern, so of course he was aware of it.

He knew what the problem was, and he knew that there was something strange under He Jingyun's hidden jade belt, but it was only a vague feeling, and he couldn't be sure.

Now, he's going to prove his thoughts.

"Pretending to be a ghost!"

He shocked the four characters out, his right hand was slightly raised, and he didn't know where to pull out a narrow sword.

The sword was unsheathed, and the cold light overflowed.

The sun in the sky is slightly dark!

Qin Ya knew that he was going to do something to his master, so he rushed forward desperately.

However, his speed was still slow, more than a step slower than the long sword in He Jingtian's hand.

He Jingtian lifted his weight lightly, and the long sword in his right hand was just a light pick, a seemingly simple and random sword, and it was difficult for everyone present, including He Jingyun, to dodge.

This is not the reason why the swordsmanship is exquisite or not, it is purely because of the difference in cultivation and the difference in the speed of the sword.

With a light sword, it was aimed at Qin Ya's throat.

The direct sunlight shone on the whitish sword body, emitting a gloomy and cold light, almost freezing Qin Ya's Adam's apple.

He Jingtian did not continue to stab forward, but with a flick of his wrist, the blade of the sword turned into a whip, and with a "snap", it slapped on Qin Ya's right cheek, which was extremely fast.

Qin Ya's right cheek was flattened by the sword, and his entire body flew to the side.

Then, before He Jingyun could make any moves, He Jingtian stabbed straight forward, and in less than a tenth of a breath, it stopped at the center of his eyebrows.

The sword flower shook, and there was a crisp sound of "jingle bell", and the hidden jade belt between He Jingyun's eyebrows was broken in half.

"Click!"

The jade belt shattered and fell vertically, but it was blocked by the golden rope tied behind his back, and instead of falling to the ground, it hung around his neck.

He Jingyun's long hair spread out, and he was blown by the mountain wind, looking a little embarrassed.

However, his eyes were always as calm as yesterday, and between his eyebrows, the gray mist was also put away by him in advance.

Although He Jingtian's cultivation is high, it is not as high as he was 30,000 years ago!

Although He Jingtian's speed was fast, it was no faster than his eyes, and it was no faster than his soul power.

Long before the cold sword broke through the hidden jade belt, he already knew He Jingtian's purpose, so he hid the life pattern in advance, and showed the yellow chrysanthemum in front of everyone.

"Hey!"

After He Jingtian saw it, he couldn't help but shake his body and laughed, and at the same time the long sword in his hand was withdrawn, and said with a smile: "Brother Jingyun, just a little joke, you don't have to take it to heart." ”

After speaking, he smiled and let out a high-pitched strange scream.

The white tiger, who was originally snuggling and napping by the mountain gate, let out a long roar after hearing He Tiantian's strange scream, and instantly rushed to his face.

He Jingtian's body moved slightly, sat on the back of the white tiger, didn't say a word, didn't even bother to look at He Jingyun anymore, patted the white tiger's head, and walked straight to the mountain peak behind him, regardless of everyone.

He Jingyun looked at the white tiger, was slightly stunned, and stared at He Jingtian's back for a long time.

Qin Ya thought that he had been hit and came over from the side.

He Jingyu comforted: "It's okay, you and his cultivation are too bad, don't care!"

How do you know that He Jingyun smiled and said: "You guys are too careful, I just think his sword is good, Lao Tzu wants his sword!"

Indeed, as he said, although He Jingtian's current cultivation is much higher than his, he has never put such a so-called genius in his eyes.

Damn, that sword is good!

After the eagerness in He Jingyun's eyes, there was a feeling of missing out.

That sword, the whole body was cold, and it was very tough, just now He Jingtian took advantage of the flexibility of the sword body and slapped Qin Ya.

This kind of sword weapon made He Jingyun salivate.

"At least nine people, nine!"

He Jingyun heard someone talking behind him, turned his head and saw that it was He Jingxuan in Tsing Yi.

He Jingxuan ranked second, and he was the second son in the family, although his cultivation was not as good as He Jingtian, but he was also a lot higher than the third He Jingbai.

He Jingxuan, a fat man in green clothes, looked at him with a smile on his face, and continued: "Nine people, all because they coveted the sword in Brother Jingtian's hand, and then ......"

The fat man waved his hand and made a decapitation motion, smiled mysteriously, and said, "I hope you are not the tenth!"

After speaking, step by step, he followed the white tiger.

He Jingyun's pupils shrank slightly!

As a follower of He Jingtian, this fat man was inconspicuous in the crowd, but his cultivation had even reached the peak of the ninth layer of the Tattoo Disciple Realm.

It can be imagined how powerful He Jingtian's cultivation is!

He Jingyu smiled bitterly, spread his hands and said, "See, although they are the same four sons, there is still a big gap between me and them." ”

Of course He Jingyun knew.

Jing Yu's qualifications can only be regarded as average, and the reason why he was able to obtain the title of the fourth prince is nothing more than that he has one more pair of wings than others. There is a pair of wings that occupy an absolute advantage among the low-ranking monks.

However, once someone else stepped into the Tattoo Monarch Realm and obtained the Tattoo Wing, the Wing Pattern really became useless.

He Jingyun watched the two of them go farther and farther away, and his face became more and more gloomy.

It's not because he was ashamed of He Jingtian today, but through today's incident, he understands the gap between himself and the strong.

He Jingtian is not a strong person, he can ridicule himself like this, if he meets a real strong person one day, wouldn't he say that he has no right to speak?

"Let's go!" Looking at Qin Ya, he took a deep breath, flicked his sleeves and walked forward: "Go back to cultivation"

Now, every time he stays in front of the mountain gate for half an hour more, he feels that he is wasting time, and he has an urge to immediately enter the cultivation state and cultivate wildly.

Halfway through, the fat man He Jingxuan caught up with the white tiger in front of him very casually.

He Jingtian's face was calm, without any expression.

But He Jingxuan knew that he was in a good mood now, because just now He Jingtian used his strength to instantly show the world the gap between this so-called young family master and him.

He believed that what belonged to him would return to him sooner or later.

"Boss!"

He Jingxuan showed his signature smile, looked at He Jingtian and asked softly, "How is this so-called young family master?"

"It's been hours!"

He Jingtian replied very casually, and did not take He Jingyun in his eyes at all. This can't be blamed on him, it's really He Jingyun's performance today is too bad.

"Although it is a miracle that he can cultivate all the way to the eighth layer of the Birth Pattern Realm with the Chrysanthemum Pattern, it should be related to what He Tianya left behind, it is not surprising!"

He Jingxuan looked at He Jingtian, shook his head slightly, and then said with a worried look: "Boss, there is one thing you may not know. ”

"Huh?" He Jingtian turned his head and squinted at He Jingxuan.

"As far as the junior brother knows, this He Jingyun has only been a few months from the beginning of the pattern to the present, not more than two years as you imagined before! Moreover, he also killed the son of the fourth elder and successfully climbed the disciple monument!"

"What?"

He was shocked, and his body suddenly shook.

The white tiger under him sensed the abnormality of his master, and Zou Ran stopped.

"Are you sure you're not mistaken?

"It's kind of interesting!" Without waiting for He Jingxuan to answer, He Jingtian accepted his statement, because he knew that He Jingxuan would never lie to himself.

"You go and check and see what he doesn't know. After He Jingtian finished speaking, he added: "By the way, if I am not mistaken, the sword trial conference is coming soon, give him a surprise!"

......

After He Jingyun returned to his residence, he immediately sat down cross-legged on the ground and began to cultivate. Everything that happened outside had nothing to do with him.

What he thinks about every day is to cultivate, cultivate, and cultivate again.

Time was spent in this state day by day, and finally, the He family's annual sword trial conference began.