There was a brief silence.

Only then did they find that this person named Yang Chen did not seem to be as weak as they imagined when they first entered the inner door, and they all accepted their contempt.

However, the allure of a high-grade spiritual weapon is too great.

So after just a short silence, a young man with a thin figure stepped out and landed opposite Yang Chen.

"It's fair for our inner disciples to fight, and Senior Brother Yang's sneak attack is really wrong. ”

As soon as he appeared, he didn't forget to count Yang Chen to improve his identity, and his purpose was not to improve his identity - he was not for the sake of high-grade spiritual weapons, but to fight for Huang Jun.

"This person is in the middle of the Tengyun Rank of two thousand and eighty-three people, and his name is Wei Xing!" Someone immediately found this person's information from the ranking in the jade slip.

"I don't want to discuss whether to sneak or not, or whether it's fair or unfair, I just want to know if you have any spirit stones?" Yang Chen shook his head.

"You ......" Wei Xing was angry, and immediately shouted: "Fifty thousand spirit stones, please fight!"

"It's easy to do it with spirit stones. Yang Chen's calm face slowly unfolded, and he directly drew his sword. Collect the sword.

The sky lit up again, and there was a laceration in Wei Xing's chest, and blood splattered.

In front of Yang Chen's current cultivation, as long as it is not the Chongxiao period, he can't dodge the sword that was pulled out, no, even if it's the Chongxiao period, he can't dodge it.

As soon as the sword was drawn, everyone on the other side had a sense of being locked.

There is no way to avoid it.

Wei Xing's forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and when he really faced Yang Chen, he realized that he was wrong.

It was a feeling of stepping on the blade, and this young man, the newly promoted inner disciple, was like a sword that could be broken, sharp and dangerous.

He knew that he was defeated, so he didn't say a word, took out 50,000 spirit stones and handed them to Yang Chen, and the imperial sword left.

"Hiss"

At this moment, everyone was shocked, if the previous defeat of Huang Jun with a sword was a sneak attack, then what about this sword defeat of Wei Xing?

Wei Xingke is a monk in the middle stage of Tengyun, and he can't even take a sword in front of the early stage of Tengyun?

What kind of sword is this?

"Who else?" Yang Chen looked around.

"I'm coming!" another man stepped out of the crowd.

It is the peak of the middle stage of Tengyun.

"Spirit stone. Yang Chen's question became more and more concise.

"Seventy thousand!"

"Okay!" Yang Chen shouted, and directly slashed out with a sword!

On the peak of Wu Chengguang's mountain, he was lying on a huge deck chair, squinting his eyes.

"This kind of life is what I Wu Chengguang wants, comfortable, what is the point of fighting and killing all day long, practicing hard, and in the end, it is not to die. ”

Wu Chengguang's fat body sank into the chair, swaying and muttering to himself.

It didn't take long for him to turn over his hand and take out a jade slip as if he remembered something.

"That little guy named Yang Chen doesn't know what's going on, now it's estimated that he's being abused by a group of people, I'll take a look. ”

Wu Chengguang narrowed his eyes, his divine sense poured into the jade slip, and after a while, his face changed greatly, and he suddenly got up, and the chair under him was crushed and creaked and made an overwhelming sound.

"Sixteen hundred......? What happened?" Wu Chengguang muttered, glancing towards Yang Chen's courtyard, and then the whole person rose into the air.

And in the depths of Lingshan, in the courtyard of a sword on a mountain peak, a middle-aged man in the late stage of Tengyun looked at the jade slip in his hand with a slightly condensed look.

"Yang Chen?"

"If I'm not mistaken, the person who killed Senior Brother Situ is also called Yang Chen, Senior Brother Situ is still participating in the casino over there in Qianmu Dongtian and can't come back, let me investigate this matter thoroughly, I'll go and take a look." ”

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he directly rose up with his sword into the sky and flew towards Yang Chen's courtyard.

And on the top of a mountain in the depths, two people sat cross-legged, one dressed in green clothes, with an elegant demeanor, and a book in his hand.

It was Mo Qingyi.

There was also a young man next to Mo Qingyi, with a resolute face, sharp edges and corners, full of the sharpness of a sword.

He was sitting cross-legged at the moment, and in front of him, a sword hung in the air, the hilt of which was as close to his eyebrows.

It was Zhang Ruoxu.

However, Zhang Ruoxu's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, his eyes were closed, and his lips were pursed, revealing an extremely hard look.

The sword in front of him was constantly shaking in the air, extremely unstable, as if it would fall at any moment.

"Born with a sword body, when used for a sword, it is extremely much better than a sword. If you fit the sword, you will move with the sword, and if you join the sword, the sword will follow the heart......"

"The so-called sword-wielding person holds it in his hand and hides it in his heart, and the sword survives and the sword dies ......"

Mo Qingyi closed his eyes and said something in his mouth.

"Master, I'm going to ...... I can't hold on......" Zhang Ruoxu almost held back these words from between his teeth, interrupting Mo Qingyi's words.

"Smack"

A rattan flew up from the bottom of the mountain, flicked its tail in the air, and whipped it fiercely on Zhang Ruoxu's back.

He couldn't help but take a big breath of cold air, and the sword in front of him almost fell, but Mo Qingyi's next words made him quickly calm down and stabilize the flying sword.

"If the sword falls, it will be given ten more lashes, and it will be extended for an hour. ”

Mo Qingyi opened his eyes, glanced at Zhang Ruoxu, and said lightly, "Persistence, the reason why it is called persistence is because it is difficult, even an ordinary mortal iron sword has to be tempered by thousands of tempers, let alone a person?"

"You have to remember that when you hold a sword, you are not holding a sword, but a will, a will that has been tempered for a thousand times, otherwise, it is not you who hold the sword, but the sword that holds you, and you are not worthy to hold it. ”

After Mo Qingyi finished reprimanding, he was about to close his eyes, but his eyebrows were slightly raised, and he turned his hand and suddenly took out a jade slip.

"Oh, sure enough, it fits your character, and it's so flamboyant on the first day? Mo Qingyi smiled, and there was no surprise.

Immediately, his gaze looked into the distance, as if through the dense fog and mountains, and muttered: "But if you can't rush into the sky, it will be in vain after all." The cultivation of a monk is a verb, which is destined for us to keep moving forward, but where is the end?"

"Master, are you talking about Yang Chen?" Zhang Ruoxu held back a sentence.

syllable

There was another scar on his back, causing his entire body to tremble violently, along with the flying sword in front of him.

"Cultivation should be concentrated. ”

Mo Qingyi glanced at Zhang Ruoxu lightly.

Zhang Ruoxu suddenly closed his mouth.

Yang Chen's ranking was growing wildly among the inner disciples, which shocked countless inner disciples.

A large number of inner disciples rushed towards Yang Chen's courtyard regardless of their rank, and they all wanted to see who this dark horse who suddenly came up was who it was.

And everyone who came to see Yang Chen's top-grade spiritual weapon, and then saw Yang Chen's cultivation, all of them were itchy and unbearable.

Therefore, although there are a large number of monks who have failed in the past, there are still many monks who have followed one after another, and they sent spirit stones to Yang Chen like moths to fire.

Anyway, they won't die, and the spirit stone is very chicken for them, so it's better to gamble.

By the afternoon, above Yang Chen's courtyard, no, there were already more than a thousand people gathered around the 100th peak where Yang Chen was.

One in five of them had a wound in their chest, which was left after challenging Yang Chen.

Yang Chen looked at the more and more people gathered, and he was still quite happy to see it in his heart, after all, these were all for himself to send spirit stones.

So far, he has produced two hundred and thirty-three swords, which means that he has defeated two hundred and thirty-three people, and in the value of the storage, nearly five million spirit stones are piled up.

Now that he has broken through the Tengyun Stage, he needs more than four million spirit stones to condense thirty-two Shi Dan, and only half a day is enough.

"Sure enough, no matter what, it's not as fast as snatching the spirit stone. Yang Chen said secretly in his heart, but his face did not show anything.

"Okay, that's the end of today's challenge, if there are people who continue to want to challenge, let's talk about it another day" Yang Chen looked around with a smile, these people were simply a pile of spiritual ore in his eyes.

However, after more than two hundred battles in a row, thirteen of the sixteen inner pills in his body had been emptied, and the aura of this entire mountain had been absorbed by him, and now it was extremely slow to recover.

"What, Senior Brother has just arrived, is Senior Brother Yang leaving?"

Before the person arrived, the sound came first.

"Oh?" Yang Chen raised his eyebrows and followed the prestige.

A middle-aged man in linen arrived.

This person's face is cold, and there is a scar on the right side of his face that is pulled diagonally from the eyebrows to the chin, which is very abrupt, and adds a bit of hideous flavor to it.

"Even the tenth-ranked madman was shocked. ”

As soon as this person appeared, the whole crowd was in an uproar.

"Tenth place?" Yang Chen's eyes froze, and he saw in this person the aura that none of the nearly a thousand inner disciples had.

That's called fighting!

The persistence of moving forward and never looking back.

This kind of person will rush into the sky sooner or later.

Yang Chen said secretly in his heart.

"Could it be that Senior Brother Mad Sheng is also here for the high-grade spiritual weapon below?" Yang Chen stared at Mad Sheng, and was silent for a moment before he spoke.

"Although the high-grade spiritual weapon is precious, it is too far behind the weapon that rushes into the sky, and I don't need it. The madman shook his head, his long hair flying in the air, showing a messy madness.

People are as their name suggests!

As soon as he said this, most of the disciples who were watching around looked ashamed.

The foundation of cultivation is still cultivation, and the goal of Tengyun is to soar into the sky.

You can't rush into the sky, even if you get the best spiritual weapon, it's useless.

"The difference between what Senior Brother Mad said is that the top-grade spiritual weapon can be exchanged for a six-grade solid divine pill to nourish the soul, and it is also of great benefit to break through the sky. A handsome man stood up, smiling and smiling.

"It's Liu Xiang, who ranks fifteen among the inner disciples," someone whispered.

Crazy Sheng turned his head to look at the man, and then his body moved, appearing directly in front of the man, his hands didn't know when he had grasped an incomparably wide big knife, and slashed it at the top of Liu Xiang's head.

The knife on the body of the knife suddenly rose by more than a foot.

Liu Xiang was shocked, he didn't expect that Mad Sheng would make such a move, and hurriedly turned his hand and raised a spiritual weapon to block it.

That's a medium-grade spiritual weapon!!

clang

The blade slashed at the spirit sword, and the spirit sword was broken violently, followed by the huge blade that stayed on his forehead under Liu Xiang's desperate gaze.

The strong wind cut through the skin on his forehead, revealing a wound of a foot.

Seeing this, the madman put away his knife and returned, dodged to his original position, and said lightly.

"The elixir is for healing, not for breakthroughs. After speaking, he glanced at Liu Xiang lightly.

"This is the gap between you and me!"