"Dongfang Childe, please!"

As the main family, Wan Zhenshan took the lead in entering the martial arts arena.

Dongfang Yi took out the long sword from behind the white-clothed swordsman, and said indifferently: "The name of the sword is dripping, three feet and nine inches long, weighing ten catties and seven taels, and it is made by the blacksmith in the city." Since entering the rivers and lakes, I have never seen blood. ”

"Dongfang Gongzi, really elegant people."

The corners of Wan Zhenshan's mouth twitched slightly.

If you hadn't checked Dongfang Yi's details, you would have really been deceived by this personable appearance.

"It's a pity that Wan is a big old man, he hasn't read too many books, and he only knows the truth of seeing the truth in his hands!"

As soon as the words fell, Wan Zhenshan's body shook, and the vigorous internal force came out of the body, forming a yellow air mass that was three feet thick. The surface of the air mass is fluttering, and even its body shape is blurred.

The surrounding air is excited by internal forces and becomes a cyclone that spreads left and right.

As if the wind was blowing, everyone in the stands was shocked by its momentum.

"Superb! Wan Zhen Mountain has actually been promoted to first-class! ”

"This ...... How is this possible?! ”

"If he was really promoted to the first class, why did he make such a play before?!"

The leader of the three gangs couldn't believe his eyes.

There are two ways to be promoted to first-class normally.

The first is to cultivate the top martial arts of the Great Gate Sect, relying on profound and pure internal strength to open up the six veins of the Qi Sutra.

Ordinary martial arts, because the creator himself is only first-class. If the latecomers practice again, it is impossible to be 100% compatible, and even if they cultivate to the peak, there are subtle differences, and it is difficult to enter the highest realm.

Therefore, most of the rivers and lakes can only take the second way.

When a martial art is cultivated to perfection, it begins to cultivate other similar martial arts, cultivating to perfection, promoting each other, if it can be perfectly integrated, it can be from the outside to the inside, homeopathic to enter the first-class.

They are already at the peak of the second rate, and they are not far from being first-class, but it is precisely because they have reached this step that they understand better that the difficulty of going further is really like a moat!

There are hundreds of thousands of scattered cultivators in the rivers and lakes, and in the past few decades, there are only a handful of people who can be promoted to the first-class.

"Something is wrong!"

Hu Sihai, the leader of the Shahu Gang, narrowed his eyes: "The strength of Wanzhen Mountain's body is weak, and it doesn't seem to be a normal breakthrough!" ”

"Could it be that he took the pill and forcibly rushed through the level?" The leader of the Arowana Gang, Master He Biao, was full of jealousy that could not be concealed.

The elixir that enhances the power consumes a large amount of genius earth treasures, and it requires the help of a top Dan master to successfully refine it.

In the rivers and lakes, Shaolin has such a wealth and wealth, and every Jiazi will refine a furnace of small pills, and you can enter the first-class if you take it.

"In this battle, I'm afraid the dripping sword is going to lose."

"What are you afraid of! That's a sure lose! A first-class martial artist is a figure who is known as an ancestor.

At that time, the Sword Saint Feng Qingyang was so high-spirited, and at a young age, he cultivated Huashan's top swordsmanship Qingfeng Thirteen Styles to perfection, sweeping the rookie invincible, even the older generation of second-rate peak masters could hardly survive thirty moves in his hands.

But in the end, challenge the underworld giant Storm and Blade Manko.

He could only rely on his exquisite swordsmanship to support seventy-two moves, and he had to retreat. ”

"Not necessarily, this drop of water sword is good at guarding, if it is lucky enough to survive eighty-one moves, it will be a tie according to the agreement! At that time, the dripping sword will be able to completely become famous with this battle! ”

……

Dongfang Yi's long sword pointed obliquely at the ground, like a pool of secluded pools, let the storm blow wildly, I was silent.

The two confronted each other for a moment.

Wan Zhenshan took the lead in attacking, shouted violently, his body took off, and a dazzling yellow light erupted between his palms, and he slammed into Dongfang Yi viciously.

The martial arts arena is not too big for a first-class master, and he rushes to the close side almost in the blink of an eye.

Looking at the palm of the flickering yellow mang, Dongfang Yi showed a little solemnity.

First-class martial artists have strong internal strength, and they are far from being comparable to second-rate martial artists.

However, Dongfang Yi didn't choose to back down, the long sword swung horizontally, and the aqua blue light flashed.

Thundered!

With a loud bang, Dongfang Yi made a clicking sound on the bluestone floor around his body, and then revealed a crack like a spider.

Stampede, stomp!

When the huge force attacked, Dongfang Yi couldn't help but take four steps back, leaving five clear footprints on the ground.

The last step fell, the toes were light, and the body moved seven feet back, which was the only way to drain the remaining strength.

"First-class master, it's really terrifying, no wonder he can be respected as an ancestor and dominate one side!"

"The Dripping Sword can also be regarded as a second-rate peak combat power, but I didn't expect the gap with the Lord of Ten Thousand Societies to be so huge!"

"One move to retreat ten feet, how can this be beaten?!"

Everyone was talking.

Wan Zhenshan had already seized the opportunity and took advantage of the momentum to pursue, and the three-foot square yellow mang's palm print fell viciously again, smashing towards Dongfang Yi.

Bite!

At this moment of crisis, Dongfang Yi suddenly adjusted his body shape and stabbed the root of the palm print.

This is where the internal forces outflow.

It's a weakness.

"It's useless!" Wan Zhenshan shouted angrily, urging all the internal forces.

Huang Mang's palm print suddenly exploded, and the internal force shot like an arrow.

The bluestone floor is shot directly into a sieve.

Bang bang!

Dongfang Yi slashed six swords in a row at an incredible speed, accurately slashing through the internal force, but his body once again involuntarily retreated three feet.

"Cirrus clouds!"

Wan Zhenshan's palms swirled and turned, and the yellow air masses around him suddenly fell one after another, like a grinding disc and a tornado. Fragments of bluestone on the ground were rolled up and flew at high speed.

Circle by circle, one by one, extremely heavy!

The clouds of the entire outer courtyard seemed to be stirred by it, and it became extremely dull.

The clouds are overshadowing, and the rain is coming!

"What a five-cloud hand! This trick is really good! The leader of the Arowana Gang, Master He Biao, couldn't help but praise.

Ordinary first-class masters, the internal force is at most three feet outward.

Wan Zhen Mountain, however, overlapped the internal forces through moves, breaking through the three-foot range and encompassing half a foot of the body.

Dongfang Yi is located in the center of the tornado, there is no escape, there is no way to hide!

This time, I'm afraid it's a score.

"It's drizzling!"

The endless yellow sand wind burst like a wild dragon devouring the sky and the earth, and the dense azure sword light lit up, forming a blue light cocoon, which resisted the swallowing attack.

One breath, two breaths.

After three breaths, the dragon finally subsided.

The ground was as if it had been cut by an iron plough, and it was covered with scars.

Dongfang Yi was panting with his sword, his jade crown was shattered, and his black hair was flying, but his spirit became more and more vigorous, and he laughed loudly: "If President Wan's skills stop here, today, I am afraid that he will not be able to defeat Dongfang." ”

"This is just the first style of Wan's self-created Wuyun Hand, Dongfang Gongzi has to be careful next!"

Wan Zhenshan's face was gloomy, he snorted coldly, and his palms flew like random arrows.

The three-foot yellow cloud instantly dispersed, turning into countless fist-sized clouds.

Cumulus clouds!

This trick is obtained from the cumulus clouds before the rain.

Scattered but not chaotic, like a dense rain of continuous attack.

Seeing this scene, Dongfang Yi's complexion changed slightly, his feet were lightly tapped, and his body was flying with the wind as if nothing was there.

"Dongfang Gongzi is retreating at this moment, it's inevitably too late."

Ten thousand earthquakes swooped down, and the small yellow air mass poured out like a torrential rain.

One retreats, one advances!

Stepping back is obviously not as good as moving forward.

However, Dongfang Yi is extraordinary, but it is not much slower.

As you step back, tap the tip of your sword.

Bang bang!

The incoming yellow air masses exploded one after another, and the internal forces dispersed in all directions, like a flood rushing in a torrent.

In this case, the normal human body shape will definitely be disturbed. As soon as the body was in chaos, it was difficult to deal with the attack of the air mass, and he had to resist with strong internal force. How can the internal strength of a second-rate martial artist be compared with a first-class master?!