The He family's sword trial meeting has begun!

In Kyushu, each monk has his own life pattern, and the number of patterns is innumerable.

But there is one thing, no matter what kind of life pattern you are, you need combat skills when you fight, and you must carry a weapon with you when you go out.

It is no wonder that there are three types of weapons that are widely loved in Kyushu: knives, guns, and swords.

Suffice it to say, almost all monks will be proficient in one of these three weapons, although the life pattern is different.

And the sword, both in shape and in power, precedes the knife and the gun.

In Kyushu, if there are 10,000 monks, perhaps more than 7,000 of them are proficient in swordsmanship.

The He family's sword test conference only tests the length of swordsmanship, and does not test the level of school cultivation.

In layman's terms, due to the difference in qualifications and the different attributes of the life pattern, the power exerted by each person using the sword as a weapon is not equal, which will cause the unfairness of the sword trial conference.

Therefore, the first rule of the He family's sword trial meeting was: no use of vitality.

In this way, it is easy to understand, since everyone does not use vitality, therefore, the key to victory or defeat when competing swords is not in the level of cultivation, but in the merits of each person's swordsmanship, and whether they work hard or not.

In the same way, this provision is also to minimize the mutual casualties among the disciples of the family as much as possible.

The place where the sword test conference was held was on the square next to the disciple's monument.

He Jingyun got up early in the morning, holding the sword given to him by the Ninth Elder in his hand, and walked from the Elder Peak towards the Miscellaneous Peak.

Behind him, two people followed, one on the left and one on the right.

On the left is his subordinate Qin Ya, and on the right is He Jingyu, one of the four sons.

At the beginning, no one cared about this way of queuing, but after walking for a while, He Jingyu realized that something was wrong.

Along the way, there were constantly people pointing at the three of them and whispering something?

He Jingyu thought about it carefully and suddenly realized.

I am in the Tattoo Realm, and the guy in front of me is just a Tattoo Realm, why should I walk behind him, to put it mildly, I am still one of the four sons.

This is not the most depressing for He Jingyu.

His frustration lies in the fact that he has been walking behind He Jingyun since the Elder Peak of the Back Mountain, and he has been dominated by him all the way, but he has not noticed it until someone casts a strange look at them.

This kind of thing that already exists in the bones and in the mind is the most terrifying.

Therefore, He Jingyu was more depressed, and at the same time as he was depressed, his steps began to slow down, and he began to feel a bit like leaving the team.

Sensing He Jingyu's strange appearance, He Jingyun suddenly stopped, turned his head to look at He Jingyu, who was already more than ten feet behind, and asked with a puzzled expression: "What the hell are you doing, why don't you leave?"

"Do you want to be a birdman and fly away first?"

He Jingyun looked puzzled.

He Jingyu's face was depressed, and he was getting more and more depressed.

All right!

After three seconds of thinking, He Jingyu decided not to resist anymore and continued to follow him.

Of course, there are still a lot of people pointing fingers along the way.

There were more people at the fencing trial.

Although only more than 100 people on the disciple tablet participated in the sword test meeting, there were thousands of people who came to watch outside the square.

After all, this was the grandest competition between the He family's elites.

The entire square was rearranged by the Miscellaneous Courtyard.

A huge ring was placed in the square, and behind the ring there were eight seats in a row.

As for the front of the ring, only the first two rows still had a hundred seats, and the rest was just an empty space for the family disciples who came to watch.

After a while, the sun rose, the clouds and mist dissipated slightly, and the humidity in the whole square gradually dissipated.

Nine Elder He Tianqi, as the head of the He family, led the elders out of the other courtyard and walked straight towards the elder's seat.

The Nine Elders walked over and sat down in the first position on the left, followed by the Second Elder and the Third Elder.

Not long ago, there were still nine elders in the He family, and in less than a month, they lost two, and only seven remained.

As for the remaining seven elders, some of them looked sluggish, and some of them had poor faces, such as the third elder, He Tianming.

Unexpectedly, the person who sat in the eighth seat turned out to be He Jingtian, the eldest son of the He family.

"This, what's wrong with He Jingtian?"

After He Jingyun saw such an arrangement, he almost fell out of his eyes.

After all, as far as he knew, there was no disciple in the He family who could be on an equal footing with the elders, no matter how good he was.

At the beginning, He Jingyun suspected that this was a ghost done by the three elders behind the back of the head of the family, but after seeing that there was no difference on He Tianqi's face, he knew that he was wrong.

This should be something that the giants of the entire family nod in agreement.

What does this mean?

It shows that He Jingtian already has the strength of at least one family elder, or rather, he can have this strength anytime and anywhere, for example, immediately break through to the Tattoo Master Realm.

"Haha, earth-shattering brother, it's amazing!"

He Qianyao looked at He Jingtian, who was sitting in the eighth position, like a nymphomaniac, her face was slightly ruddy.

It's a pity that He Jingtian sat there indifferently and didn't look at her.

"When did the eldest prince become an elder?"

"yes, I don't understand either!"

"Could it be that he broke through to the realm of the tattoo master, forgive me for not being able to see it if my cultivation is low, which of you can see it, tell me if the eldest prince's cultivation has broken through?"

"Sorry bro, I can't see it either!"

"I didn't see it either!"

"That's weird......"

Just when everyone was talking, He Tianqi gently raised his only remaining right arm and waved to the disciples below, and said, "Everyone, this year's sword trial conference starts now, come to the stage!"

The so-called coming to power is the old rule.

According to the previous practice, the disciple ranked the hundredth on the disciple tablet went to the stage first, holding a sword and waiting for the challenge of the rest of the disciples, which was also a beginning.

Otherwise, no one wants to make a bird, and the first game is prone to cold scenes.

Moreover, in order to encourage the disciples to actively participate in it, the family not only prepared gifts for the winning disciples, but also openly opened a casino in the official form for the family disciples to gamble on a small scale.

The two rows of 100 seats in front of the martial arts arena are specially prepared for the monks who are ranked within 100 on the disciple tablet, that is to say, they are for these people who are participating in the sword trial meeting today.

He Jingyun ranked ninety-eighth in the disciple tablet and sat almost on the rightmost side of the second row.

To his right, the person who was separated from him by a position happened to be the hundredth-ranked monk on the disciple tablet, whose name was He Yuanyuan, who sounded like a girl, but was actually a round-looking fat man.

Moreover, he is a tall and burly fat man.

After He Yuanyuan heard the order of the Ninth Elder, he quickly stood up with a body of flesh, rolled all the way to the martial arts arena, walked to the middle, bowed his head to the hundred people below, and then said: "Hehe, hehe, please give me advice!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his face suddenly changed, and the momentum on his body skyrocketed.

In He Jingyun's astonished gaze, He Yuanyuan's cultivation soared all the way.

The sixth, seventh, eighth, and ninth floors of the Tattoo Realm.

Then, after reaching the peak of the Tattoo Apprentice Realm, it did not stop, and soared again all the way, the first layer of the Tattoo Master Realm, the third layer of the Tattoo Master Realm, and the fifth layer of the Tattoo Master Realm!

"I'll go, what's going on?"

He Jingyun was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped.

When did the family still hide a master, didn't the elders find out, or what's going on?

Just as he hesitated, he suddenly heard a laugh from behind him.

Then, many monks and disciples laughed, but there were also many who were inexplicable.

Even He Jingtian, who was sitting on the elders' platform, showed a shocked expression.

In the laughter of everyone, He Yuanyuan's cultivation did not stop growing, but continued to march forward all the way.

The fourth, fifth, eighth, and ninth floors of the Tattoo Master Realm.

Then there was the pinnacle of the ninth layer of the Tattoo Master Realm.

However, the growth of his cultivation has not stopped.

After a moment, He Yuanyuan's cultivation reached the realm of a half-monarch!

I'm tired......

He Jingyun almost scolded out a word.

However, at the moment when he just opened his mouth, Twilight found that the cultivation of this product had improved again.

After the realm of the half-monarch, he suddenly rushed to the realm of the tattooed monarch.

At the same time, a mysterious aura overflowed and drifted around the martial arts arena.

The gray mist between He Jingyun's eyebrows woke up again, as if he had smelled something delicious, and swallowed the floating breath with one mouth.

Who would have thought that after the life pattern swallowed that breath, he was suddenly not interested and did not continue to devour.

At the same time, He Jingyun's heart moved, and he instantly understood the reason why the monks behind him were laughing.

Deception lines!

He Yuanyuan's life pattern turned out to be the legendary deception pattern!

I have to say that the life patterns in Kyushu are really peculiar, and there is even soil for such a thing as a deception pattern.

Not only can the deception pattern deceive ordinary monks, but also deceive the gray Vientiane life pattern between his eyebrows, and this thing was even seduced out and swallowed a breath.

Generally speaking, that mysterious and mysterious aura can only be emitted by a powerhouse in the Tattoo Monarch Realm, but He Yuanyuan's False Tattoo Monarch Realm, which he relied on to reach by deception, can also emit that breath.

I have to sigh that the magic of creation is amazing.

That breath can't be faked, it is the aura emitted by the powerhouse of the real Tattoo Monarch Realm, because just now, after the gray life pattern devoured that breath, He Jingyun instantly obtained the life pattern of the deception pattern.

Moreover, He Yuanyuan in the martial arts arena not only shocked the audience, but also made those elders on the high platform unable to distinguish the true from the fake, and a pair of wings were inexplicably born behind him.

That's the tattooed wings that can only be possessed by the Great Realm of Tattooed Monarchs.

He Jingyun can guarantee that the wings behind He Yuanyuan are actually just an ornament and can't really fly, but this is enough to be scary.

Many of the monks below knew the details of He Yuanyuan, and the elders above naturally knew it too.

For example, Ninth Elder He Tianqi, after seeing He Yuanyuan pretending to be a ghost, asked with a wry smile: "Don't you understand the rules of the sword test conference, don't use Yuan Li, otherwise Lao Tzu will kick you down in minutes!"

"Oh!"

He Yuanyuan was reprimanded, honestly put away the wings behind him, and then Xiu Wei fell back to the same place. A super **** was successfully loaded.