Prefecture-level martial arts, in the barren southern regions of the Shinto Continent, are high-level goods. The emergence of every prefecture-level martial art will almost always attract more or less attention from some big forces.

In the Southern Regions, except for the twelve academies, the forces that can possess prefecture-level martial arts can be regarded as first-class forces.

As soon as the battle between the two began, it became hot, and countless sharp sword qi and sword qi shot out in all directions, and the surrounding audience couldn't help but retreat in horror.

"The disciples of the Twelve Academies, sure enough, they are all the pride of the sky, and any one of them comes out, they are many times stronger than us in the Scattered Cultivation University, and they are not on the same level at all!"

Some of the martial artists watching the battle couldn't help but change their color, looking at the sword qi and sword qi that permeated the field, their mood was a little low.

The disciples cultivated by the big forces, whether it is exercises or martial arts, are the unattainable existence of the scattered cultivators, maybe there is a great opportunity among them to get the inheritance of a certain great power, stand out from the army of scattered cultivators, and even be able to override the heads of these great force disciples, but after all, it is only a rare angle, and it is not easy to fight for it by yourself.

Ding Yan stood in the crowd, his eyes as calm as water. Ding Yan understood the emotions of the martial artists around him very well, he was also an ordinary existence among them at the beginning, and he could deeply feel the sadness of being a scattered cultivator.

And this is also the reason why Ding Yan does not cultivate by himself but wants to enter the academy, only by relying on the big tree of the academy can he practice as soon as possible and avoid some unnecessary accidents.

"Wooden stakes!"

Suddenly, there was a loud shout in the field, and a terrifying force centered on the battle between the two instantly spread wildly to the surroundings.

Sudden Sudden Rush!

On the ground, the vitality is condensed, and countless wooden stakes break through the ground, densely covering the open space in front of the entire restaurant.

These stakes, each two meters long, are sharpened into spiral-shaped tips at their tops, which exude a chilling and astonishing edge in the afterglow of the setting sun.

This is the method of the martial artist of the Spirit Realm, and the true element condenses into a form.

"It's so strong!"

A half-step agile martial artist can only use his true qi to conjure up an illusory form, while a martial artist with a true element of the spiritual realm can condense martial arts into a form, and the stronger the cultivation, the more real the condensed form.

The powerhouse of the Condensing Truth Realm, after giving birth to the Yuan Shen, can even condense his own martial arts into a true form, such as mountains and seas, like dragons and tides, control the changes of the heavens, and comprehend the supernatural powers of the Great Dao.

Ding Yan's eyes flickered slightly, this was the means he had once again seen the martial artists of the Spirit Realm, first at the Ding Family New Year Festival, Ding Hao's golden sword runes, then the Sky Giant Tower of the Sky Sect, and now the wooden stakes, every martial artist in the Spirit Realm has its own unique runes. Of course, we can't rule out the possibility that the runes of both are the same.

"Rune Rune" Ding Yanmu thought about it, in the cultivation world, he had never seen this kind of method, but there was another method similar to this kind of rune.

Talismans!

This is a non-hierarchical Dao technique!

In the cultivation world, there is a giant sect, the Fu Sect. The subordinates of the Fu Sect, from the sect master to the ordinary disciples, will make talismans.

The Taoist technique practiced is condensed into the talisman with a special technique, and then when facing the enemy, the made talisman is thrown out, which can often play a role in defeating the enemy, and the stronger the condensed Dao technique, the stronger the power of the talisman.

Ding Yan once encountered it once, at that time he was already a great power, when exploring the ancient ruins, he met a young man holding a 'Dao Talisman', that young man was just a combined realm, but after holding the Dao Talisman, his strength was even comparable to some of the new Tribulation powers.

The Dao Talisman is an upgraded version of the talisman, and it is a powerful existence that the Great Tribulation can condense on the talisman step by step with its own Dao thoughts, and it is produced over time.

"The two should be similar. After understanding this, Ding Yan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, at this stage, in terms of attack power, he can reach the level of a high-level Spirit Realm martial artist, but the comprehensive strength is almost equivalent to a median Spirit Realm martial artist, many methods cannot be used, and the means of a Spirit Realm martial artist do not just rely on True Yuan.

The current Ding Yan is a terrifying existence that has been sealed, once the seal is lifted, his strength, coupled with all the supreme means of the cultivation world, can really return to the posture of the supreme overlord.

Swish!

A fiery red figure jumped up in the air, and his backhand was a sword, and in an instant, everyone felt that a majestic vitality began to gather from all directions, the air rippled, and the power of the hot edge in a circle exuded a stronger power with the help of the brilliance of the setting sun.

"The sun is setting!"

A loud shout echoed over the entire Fangjia Town.

Airplanes!

With a light visible to the naked eye, it emanated from the disciples of the Inner Mansion of the Divine Sword Academy, and several red sword rays were like long snakes, winding and extending, slashing towards the ground.

Snort!

The air boiled, like a stack of waves of fire, swept out.

Click!

The fiery sword slashed into the dense wooden stakes, making a crisp sound. The fire overcame the wood, and the power of the stake began to dissipate.

"Liang Chong, your five-turn deadwood skill has been overcome by my red practice of divine skills, admit defeat!" Hu Xie's voice came out, and his voice contained the sharp aura of the sword blade.

"Whoever loses wins, it's not the time yet, three turns of dead wood!"

The sudden wooden stake disappeared, and what answered Hu Xie was a heavy sword shadow, and there was only one knife shadow that was cut out at the beginning, and then it was divided into three, three into nine, and when it reached Hu Xie's body, there were already countless knife shadows.

The sword shadows intertwined, forming a storm of sword qi, and the terrifying power was cut apart, raging across the entire sky.

"This Liang Chong's cultivation should be the signature martial arts of the Shenmu Academy, ten turns of deadwood!"

In the restaurant, Senior Brother Wu stared at Liang Chong's figure and blurted out.

Shenmu Academy, one of the twelve schools, its signature martial arts is the prefecture-level martial arts, ten turns of dead wood, and it is also the town government of the Shenmu Academy.

The Ten Turns of Deadwood is a peculiar martial art, and what comes out of cultivation is the true qi of deadwood.

The peculiarity lies in the characteristics of its exercises, and when it is cultivated to the second turn of dead wood, its power is only equivalent to a lower-level martial art.

The third turn is the intermediate level of martial arts, the fourth turn is the high-level martial arts, and the fifth turn is the top level of martial arts.

"Ten turns of deadwood!"

The two people behind him were startled, and immediately stared at Liang Chong below.

This time the big competition is not trivial, even the twelve schools have people from the inner government to participate, if you can understand the martial arts of the Shenmu Academy now, then it will be good to have a psychological preparation in the big competition at that time.

Ding Ding Ding!

The swords collided, sparks flew everywhere, and countless scattered sword qi hit the ground, leaving hideous knife marks.

Liang Chong was defeated. ”

A subtle voice came from Ding Yan's ear, which seemed very flat.

"Well, that's right, if Liang Chong's ten-turn deadwood cultivation reaches the sixth-turn, then the battle situation will be reversed. ”

"It's a pity that the Ten Turns Deadwood of the Shenmu Academy is not so easy to cultivate. ”

Sure enough, as if to confirm the dialogue between the two, Liang Chong in the field was suddenly slashed by Hu Xie with a sword, and flew out upside down and smashed into the restaurant.

"Let's go, there's nothing to see, hurry back to report home. ”

"Good. ”

Ding Yan turned his head and saw only two erratic backs, walking towards the outside of Fangjia Town.

His heart froze, and his mind instantly flashed the Shenyun Academy among the twelve schools.

Shenyun Academy, its martial arts are like clouds in the sky, erratic, peculiar in their body style, the most unguardable thing is their breathing technique, the breath is up and down, and people can't detect their true cultivation at all.

Ding Yan estimated that the cultivation of these two people was at least around the middle spirit realm.

The other side.

"Let's go, the battle between the two is over, and the other battle has just begun. Senior Brother Wu jumped and disappeared in place.

The two shook their heads, smiled bitterly at the same time, and then disappeared into the restaurant.

"I seem to have seen the black green feather of the Kamikaze Academy just now!"

"What, Wu Qingyu, the first person in the Kamikaze Academy? No, you read that right?"

"Absolutely not!"