"Can't get it!"

Chen Xiaoyu was shocked, but if you think about it, it is true. I can't cultivate by myself, and the plug-in skills I can use are basically limited. If you really compete with the best of the other three juniors, you will be asking for hardship.

After all, except for the "borrowing force" that has entered the 30-day cooling CD and the "one-hit kill" that does not have 10,000 gold at all, he only has the "teleportation" that can be used once a day.

So Chen Xiaoyu looked embarrassed again, looking at the little kid with a blank eye.

Chen Zhouzhou looked at the green bamboo stream outside the house, and suddenly felt a chill down his spine, and when he turned around, he saw Chen Xiaoyu's bitter gourd face, so he had to say helplessly: "Young people must learn to do their own food and clothing, and you have enough food and clothing at present." ”

Chen Xiaoyu frowned, spread his hands, and retorted: "Only three!" There are two more equals to nothing! In other words, you only gave one plug-in, which is called enough? ”

I have to say that there is no problem with Chen Xiaoyu's refutation. The chat between the two reached an impasse, Chen Zhouzhou rolled his eyes, and with an idea, he conjured a sword with his bare hands.

"Although you can't become a cultivator, you can practice swords!"

The three-foot long sword circled freely in the little boy's hand, and Chen Xiaoyu was full of praise when he saw it.

I have read so many martial arts novels by Gu Long and Jin Yong, and how can a young college student who has a dream of being a swordsman refuse the word "practicing swords". But after all, this is the world of fantasy immortal cultivation, even if you practice swords, what can you do, is it possible that you can win those three disciples of immortal cultivation in the "Immortal Alliance Conference" with some swordsmanship?

The Immortal League Conference, the Immortal League Conference, in the final analysis, still lies in the word "immortal"!

"Don't worry, the Immortal Alliance Conference is just a competition for new disciples, no matter how strong those people are, they are only mortal realms, at most there will be a few beginner realms, they are still far from the title of cultivators, who can only come by stepping into the beginner realm. As long as you practice the three basic sword styles of stabbing, slashing, and pointing in the past two days, and then cooperate with the skills of teleportation, you should ......"

"You should be able to get the first place and get 10,000 gold, right?" Chen Xiaoyu was excited.

Before he finished listening to the little kid's analysis, he had already thought that after he got 10,000 gold, he would be able to have such a top-level plug-in as killing any strong person, and at that time, even the strongest Firmament Realm god in the entire fantasy world would not be able to catch his Chen Xiaoyu's sword.

"It should ...... It's not going to be a miserable loss. ”

After Chen Zhouzhou finished speaking, he pursed his lips and sneered: "Even if it is a mortal realm or an entry realm, it is also the early stage of a cultivator, at least with the blessing of the Qi Sea and Snow Mountain, and people are cultivating, so they don't practice moves?" ”

Got it! Chen Xiaoyu understood it all at once. That is to say, without the blessing of the cultivator's Qi Sea and Snow Mountain, the practice of moves is to embroider the legs with fists, and even the old man who plays Tai Chi in the park can't beat it. And only those who have internal strength and have practiced moves can be called heroes. Like him, who can only play empty tricks, he is usually called a martial arts performer.

As a high-achieving student in the Chinese Department who has been evaluated every year in four years of college, Chen Xiaoyu himself admires his ability to understand. But when he understood it thoroughly, a sense of loss suddenly came to his heart.

"Then I'll still practice a fart sword!"

Saying that, Chen Xiaoyu lay down with his head up, he didn't want to do anything at this time, he just wanted to go home.

The room was terrifyingly quiet for a while, and it wasn't until ten minutes later that Chen Xiaoyu finally sat up.

The little boy beside the bed was holding the three-foot long sword that appeared out of thin air, his eyes were closed, his eyebrows were stretched, and he looked like a fairy swordsman.

The swordsman in Chen Xiaoyu's heart is exactly like this.

"What do you see?"

Before Chen Xiaoyu could react, the little kid sat on the edge of the bed again.

"I saw a young swordsman." This time, Chen Xiaoyu didn't think twice.

"No, you're seeing yourself."

Chen Zhouzhou jumped down, and the long sword that was still in Chen Xiaoyu's eyes just now in his arms flickered and followed the little child's side. And the back of the immature boy suddenly made people feel unprecedented palpitations, just like a god looking at mortals, and the inexplicable coercion emanating from his pupils made people breathless at all.

Chen Xiaoyu's eyes are no longer green bamboo forests and fine springs. Instead, the blood-colored sunset stained the sky red, and under the canopy, corpses were everywhere.

Whoa!

A sword light tore open the curtain, accompanied by a pleasant sound, and the little kid stood on the threshold with a smile on his face and asked, "Do you want to learn a sword?" ”

"Learn! I learn! ”

Chen Xiaoyu, who came out of a frightened illusion, has never been so crisp.

……

……

Three days later.

The meeting of the Four Sects of the Immortal Alliance in Qinghe Prefecture is imminent, the Immortal Gate is wide open, and the dome of the Spirit Sword Peak is revealed again. The cultivators of Qinghe Prefecture stepped on the bluestone steps and crossed the Dengxian Gate to the peak of the Spirit Sword, and there was an endless stream, and the sound of conversation and laughter resounded in the sky.

At this time, there was a young man in Tsing Yi standing in front of the crowded Dengxian Gate, nodding his head constantly, this person was the young junior leader of Lingjian Peak, "Lu Lian", who could have participated in this "Immortal Alliance Conference".

However, he didn't expect that he, the chief disciple of Spirit Sword Peak, who had entered the realm of dignification, would not be allowed to participate in the Immortal Alliance Conference, and he would actually be arranged at the door to receive the other three sect masters, elders, disciples, and the rest of the cultivators who came to Spirit Sword Peak at this conference.

"Senior Brother Lu, are you on an errand today?"

Lu Lian, who was accustomed to being angry on weekdays, actually went on an errand with the last disciples, and these last disciples naturally couldn't help but laugh at it. No, one of the disciples who was in charge of guiding people finally couldn't hold back his laughter, and walked in front of Lu Jian during the lunch break, and said with a strange aura of yin and yang.

"We thought Senior Brother Lu was the protagonist of the Immortal League Conference today, but we didn't expect to be with us, the last disciples."

Lu Lian, who was already angry, waited until he finished speaking, and raised his hand and punched the leading disciple away.

Ben and the other disciples who were talking and laughing all closed their mouths when they saw this, and some didn't even dare to raise their heads.

Lu Jian looked displeased, raised his head and looked at the bluestone steps leading to the top of the sky from the Dengxian Gate, and slowly spit out his words.

"It's just a waste, I've practiced the basic sword style of the three horizontal and vertical moves in the Qingzhu Garden for three days, I really don't know where the master has taken a fancy to him! Could it be that at the Immortal League Conference, do you really want this kid to use the opportunity of Buddhism to win, and lose the face of our Spirit Sword Peak? ”

Lu Jian pointed to the disciple who was shocked by his punch, and snorted at the rest of the people: "You are in charge of the guidance here, I have something urgent to deal with, if any of you dare to leak the matter of my departure, the end will be like him!" ”

After that, Lu Lian's face suddenly became gloomy, and behind his hands, he walked all the way towards Qingzhu Garden.