Helian Mo's eyes widened, revealing an incredulous gaze.

In the past, he didn't believe in flying cornices, but now he believes it, and he believes it completely.

If Bai Yujing's martial soul surprised everyone, then Lian Gongzi was shocked by his extraordinary light skills.

No!

Not extraordinary, to be exact, but extraordinary.

Have you ever seen someone cling to the stone wall and going up, straight and fast, like an extremely fast climb, without giving people any room for thought, not even time.

In the blink of an eye, he went up.

Helian Mo said in a daze, "He, how did he do it?"

This is also everyone's question, the stone wall has no edges and corners, the surface is smooth and abnormal, it is said to be climbing, even if it is impossible to settle, but even Gongzi went up like this, and in a subversive way, the peak of everyone's understanding.

Han Chuang lowered his head, thought for a moment, and said, "Have you ever heard of geckos swimming in the wall?"

Helian Mo shook his head, although he was born in the Helian family in Jiangnan, he has been fighting for most of his life, and he has not studied the martial arts of various sects.

Han Chuang continued: "I have seen the introduction of this light skill in a book, the gecko swimming wall skill, although the name is vulgar, but when it is displayed, it can climb against the wall, it is swift and unparalleled, and it is a light skill that integrates attack and defense. ”

What is the light power of attacking and defending?

It's like Han Chuang's serpentine instantaneous step, which can be used in a narrow space, tossing and turning, shifting and transposing, defending, so that the opponent can't touch the corners of his clothes, and attacking, which can wrap around the opponent's body, so that the opponent can't get rid of it.

Unlike ordinary light skills, you can only come and go flat, and you also need to ventilate when you perform it, which is the power of the light power of attacking and defending.

But even Han Chuang didn't expect that Lian Gongzi actually had a light skill that integrated skill and defense.

He pursed his lips and smiled, his bright eyes shining in the light.

"It's an adversary, what an adversary. ”

With the first two successful cases, those who are confident began to come to the stage one by one, some with flying martial arts, some with peerless light skills, and even relying on divine weapons to climb to the top step by step, no matter which method, as long as they climb the boulder, Bai Yan will regard it as passing.

Of course, there are also those who do not measure themselves, and in the end, like the bald man at the beginning, they fail and return. No one laughs at them, the majority who fail and the few who succeed.

Twilight fell and it was dark.

There is only one light in the dark valley mouth.

The glow of the white lantern was almost the color of dead ash, like the eyes of those who lose.

The hook shook in the wind, and the cold wind seemed to sigh, sighing for the departure of some people, and sighing for the persistence of some people.

There are fewer people, whether they are leaving or persevering.

The rest of the group stared at Bai Yan with blazing eyes.

Bai Yan's face was expressionless, the fatigue of the day had not left any marks on his face, and he looked the same as at the beginning.

"Next!"

The same voice, the same intonation, and even the same waving gestures when speaking.

Then a different person walked up to him, Bai Yan frowned, it was a man in white again.

It's not that he hates these white-clothed boys, who doesn't like things that are pleasing to the eye? It's just that they are pleasing to the eye--most of them are embroidered pillows, and there are only a few who have real talents.

What the Qingzhu Sect needs is real talent and real learning, not embroidered pillows, and the outer gate is more than martial arts, not appearance.

He who wears white is not a master, he who wears a sword is not necessarily a master, and he who wears white and wears a sword is not necessarily a master either. Han Chuang, who walked up to the front desk, was exactly a person dressed in white and wearing a sword, looking like a young brother near Yunzhou, with a smile on his face, although Bai Yan's attitude towards him was lukewarm, but he didn't care.

The boulder is right in front of you.

When he is offstage, he will feel that twenty battles is a low distance, as if he can cross it with just a slight tiptoe.

When he walked to the front of the mountain and stood in front of the boulder, he felt the enormity of the stone.

Twenty zhang, very high, high to the top became a black dot.

At this moment, there are not many people left, most of them are ambiguous people who think they can get over, but they are not completely sure.

This does not include Han Chuang, he just doesn't like to be watched by many people.

Bend your knees and exert your strength.

A jumping process, but also a jumping moment, no one can see how he moves, when people react, he has reached the top of the boulder, from a distance, everyone has become ants.

Bai Yan looked at the scene in front of her and was so stunned that she forgot to announce the result.

Fast!

His first feeling,

Too fast!

Second sense.

If Bai Yujing's light skills represent chic, and Lian Gongzi's light skills represent weirdness, then Han Chuang's light skills can only be described in one word-

Fast!

Exceptionally fast, absolutely fast!

Some people are fast, like arrows off the string, and can still see phantoms, some people are fast, like ethereal smoke, and can still smell the breath, and Han Chuang's speed is so fast that no sense can catch it.

"Did I pass?"

On the boulder, a voice came, waking up Bai Yan, who was bowing his head and frowning, and he subconsciously said, "Pass!"

A sense of loss came over him, like he was about to lose something he always wanted.

Will he be faster than me?

Bai Yan thought, but he didn't dare to delve into it, he was afraid that once he delved, he would lose the fastest person among the core disciples, this heavy title.

"Next. ”

He shouted mechanically, and another man in white walked up.

Bai Yan was very glad that he was not wearing white clothes, otherwise all the people in white clothes were younger and more handsome than him, and even the momentum on his body was not far from him.

The afterlife is terrifying!

He sighed.

It can be said that it is not the next life, he suddenly has a feeling that soon, the Qingzhu Sect will change the dynasty, for an old man like them, whether it is good or bad, no one knows.

Helian Mo shrugged his shoulders, ignoring Bai Yan, who was still immersed in contemplation, and cast his gaze on the boulder in front of him.

Han Chuang's jumping onto the boulder seemed very easy, which did not mean that it was also an easy thing for him. There is a specialization in the art industry, Helian Mo's specialization is fighting, and fighting includes light skills, but it is far from only light skills, but in the same way, light skills that can fight cannot be bad.

"I'm up!"

He let out a soft whistle, his body swayed up, and at the same time threw the judge's pen on his waist into the air, and his body jumped up, just when the old force had been lost and the new force was not born, he just lit the judge's pen that had just been thrown, and raised his body again, and at the same time threw another pen up.

In such a round, he finally reached the top, and with a move of both hands, the two judge's pens that were in line with his heart suddenly flew back.

Everyone in the audience was dumbfounded!

Don't think that this is a simple matter, anyone can use their strength to go up, but it is rare to be able to do it like Helian Mo and abandon the weapon in his hand as a stepping stone.

To do this, strength, judgment, and control of the body are indispensable, and Helian Mo can do this, but also depends on his fighting experience and war beast martial spirit, and his control over himself has almost reached an incredible point.

Perverted! Completely perverted! Bai Yan thought that her control over her body was not bad, but she was far from reaching that level.

"Next!"

He shouted almost distractedly.

A lonely figure walked up.

This person walked very slowly, but it was very charming, there was no sense of stagnation one step at a time, let alone a pause, although he heard Bai Yan's shout, his face was expressionless, he neither responded like the previous martial artist, nor was he affected.

He was wearing a gray robe, which was obviously a little thin in the cold of late spring, but he didn't care.

He walked up to Bai Yan and staggered over, Bai Yan felt that this person was cold.

Cold as a knife.

Some people are cold, but they are cold on the outside and hot on the inside, and their personality makes them cold, but this person's coldness is cold inside and out, cold to the heart, cold to the cracks of the bones.

He carried a steel knife with no sheath and wrapped in rags, and his back was straight.

Bai Yan couldn't help but sketch his character, stubborn, firm, or a little indifferent, it must be like this, cold-hearted people are like this.

Lin Ping walked up to the front desk, looked at Bai Yan, and said, "Can I start?" Except for Han Chuang, he was cold to everyone, and it was the same at this time, the cold voice, combined with the emotionless eyes, made people shudder.

Bai Yan smiled, trying to use a smile like a spring breeze to dissolve the coldness passed by Lin Ping, but in the end, he found that this smile was already expected to be cold.

Who is he?

Why come here?

With Bai Yan's eyesight, he could see Lin Ping's strength at a glance, between the Great Perfection of Replenishment and the Transformation Yuan Period, this kind of strength was only medium among the martial artists who came to participate in this Outer Gate Competition, but for some reason, Lin Ping gave him the feeling that it was more dangerous than those martial artists in the Transformation Yuan Period.

He chuckled dryly and said, "Of course." ”

"Whew"

It was the sound of the cold wind whistling, cold and abnormal, he subconsciously took a step back and gave the space to Lin Ping.

Lin Ping didn't look at him either, and came under the boulder.

High!

This is Lin Ping's first feeling,

Very high!

Second Sense,

Unattainable.

Third sense.

If it's just high, it won't stop so many people, if it's just unattainable, it won't let so many people fail, and the smoothness and solidity of the surface is the enemy that prevents these people from climbing.

Smooth makes people have nowhere to borrow strength, and sturdiness makes it impossible to insert weapons, normally speaking, the strength is only the great perfection of the body, and light skill is not his specialty Lin Ping, no matter what, he can't pass this level.

But he has his own way.

Without much preparation, he jumped up, and when he reached the final position, he suddenly drew the knife wrapped in rags.

A broken knife, a rusty broken knife.

"What is he going to do! He wants to stick a knife into the stone wall? It's impossible. ”

"Yes, that's what the bald head did in the first place, and it has proven impossible, unless he has a magic weapon. ”

"Is there a rusty weapon?"

......

There was a lot of discussion in the audience, and it can be summed up in three points-

First, the method is wrong.

Second, weapons are not good.

Thirdly, he could not have succeeded.

Unless that rusty knife is a magic weapon, no one will believe it.

The rest of the warriors laughed, laughing sarcastically, mocking Lin Ping's indiscretion, but they forgot that it was the strength of the warrior that was determined by the weapon in his hand, but-

His heart.

"Drinking blood and becoming unparalleled in the world!"

The body drank violently, the body was stretched like a bow, the blood was vertical and horizontal, and the killing intent was pervasive.

The white lantern swayed in the bloody wind, and the fire in the center flickered and dimmed.

No one noticed this change, everyone's eyes were focused on Lin Ping, they were shocked by the earth-shattering killing intent, and their minds were robbed by the boundless murderous aura.

The Blood Drinking Madness Knife bloomed for the second time, the first time in the ring of the annual meeting of the two clans, he lost to Han Chuang, and the second time, he would not lose to himself again.

The momentum climbs, and then climbs.

Different from ordinary knife techniques, the existence of the Martial Soul Blood-Drinking Crazy Knife can make the knife reach the peak of momentum at the moment of splitting.

Bang!

There was a loud bang, and smoke and stone chips covered the sky.

In the thick smoke, a figure held his knife steadily, and the rusty knife was firmly inserted into the hard stone wall.

And the next moment, Lin Ping had already appeared at the top of the boulder.

Although his light skills are ordinary, he borrows his strength in mid-air, but it is easy and natural.

"Pass!"

Bai Yan shouted in distraction.

On the boulder, Han Chuang and Helian Mo, who had passed before, laughed.

Helian Mo said: "It seems that he passed, and I also said to bring him over." ”

Han Chuang smiled: "He won't let you bring it, and it's impossible for him not to come." ”

Helian Mo said: "He only has the Great Perfection of Replenishment, I thought he wouldn't be able to get by." ”

Han Chuang restrained his smile and muttered, "You should believe him, the heir of the Blood Drinking Maniac Knife is definitely not an ordinary person. ”

Helian Mo didn't speak again, it wasn't a smile, it wasn't funny.