It turned out that the master deliberately put pressure on him, wanting to test Shen Ling's skills.

Shen Ling hurriedly carried the Seven Dead Sword, and then bowed respectfully, and the rest of the Sword Pavilion disciples also saluted.

"Meet Master..."

Shen Ling's afterglow glanced behind Gu Chen's Immortal Venerable, Ye Bufan was actually there?

The kid still put on a harmless expression, but the corners of his mouth inadvertently showed a bit of mockery, which happened to be caught by Shen Ling.

The son of Tianyuan, he really looks down on anyone in his heart...

Gu Chen's Immortal Venerable motioned for the apprentices to be exempt, and then bowed slightly to Shen Ling and said:

"Shen Ling, what you just said, the teacher has heard it. It's rare that you can let go of your personal feelings and cultivate wholeheartedly, and you're very satisfied with being a teacher. ”

"The disciple was too slack before, and he embarrassed the master, and he didn't dare to be ashamed." Shen Ling's face was modest.

"Hmm... It's also a good thing that you have severed ties with the female disciples of the Five Elements Hall, and you have set an example for my Sword Pavilion. The disciples of the Sword Pavilion should devote themselves to sword cultivation, otherwise, what is the use of me accepting you? ”

Gu Chen's Immortal Venerable deliberately raised his voice, and the majesty between his eyebrows was fully revealed, making his body tremble.

The strength of the Sword Pavilion was the lowest in the Heavenly Illusion Sect, so it was no wonder that he was so strict with his disciples.

"Disciple follow Master's teachings..."

All the disciples bowed and saluted, and outside the sword field, the female disciples who were watching the excitement dispersed with interest.

Gu Chen's Immortal Venerable looked at Shen Ling and noticed the "human-level sword" in his hand, his brows furrowed slightly.

As the chief disciple of the Sword Pavilion, Shen Ling's sword cultivation talent is very high, and his comprehension is also excellent, and the most commendable thing is that Shen Ling is willing to work hard to cultivate, which is much stronger than those gentlemen.

If Shen Ling was placed in any sword cultivation sect, he would be extremely favored, but unfortunately, in the eyes of the pavilion master and sect master, only the "Chosen Son" and "Atmospheric Transporter" could lead the Sword Pavilion out of the trough, and Shen Ling could only be regarded as an ordinary disciple.

"Shen Ling, you take the juniors and disciples out of the sword field." Gu Chen's face was grim, "As a teacher, I want to explain some things to your Senior Brother Ye, and it is inconvenient for others to disturb..."

“... The disciple understood, so he stepped down. ”

Shen Ling was about to beckon everyone to leave, but Ye Bufan stepped forward and gave his hand:

"There is Senior Brother Lao, in the Sword Pavilion in the future, I have to ask Senior Brother for more guidance."

"Senior Brother Ye doesn't have to be polite, he is also a disciple of the Sword Pavilion, if you want to have any difficulties, just tell me, if you can help, Senior Brother will not let you."

"Then thank you, senior brother."

"Where, where..."

Shen Ling's words were not leaky, Ye Bufan couldn't find any mistakes, and he couldn't even see that the other party was a little dissatisfied, so he couldn't help but secretly taste it.

Could it be that this senior brother is really vain?

Here, without waiting for Ye Bufan to think about it, Shen Ling had already led his junior disciples out of the sword field according to his master's instructions.

Xu Kun had already suppressed the fire in his belly, and as soon as he came out of the field, he clenched his fists and bared his teeth and said fiercely:

"Cousin, the master is inevitably too partial, isn't it just to explain things, why do you want to blow us all out?"

"Master must have his reasons for doing this, why are you in a hurry?"

"I'm anxious for you..."

"For me?"

Shen Ling looked at him with some amusement.

Xu Kun was a little anxious, "Brother, you are the chief disciple of the Sword Pavilion, Ye Bufan is a newcomer, how can he let the master take such care?" ”

"Kunzi, I know that you are unhappy for your brother, but everything that Master does is for the Sword Pavilion, Ye Bufan can get Master's favor, naturally he has his advantages, I advise you not to be jealous."

"Brother..."

Shen Ling didn't wait for him to speak, and solemnly persuaded: "Remember, don't go to Ye Bufan's trouble, let alone make a black hand behind his back, be a man above board, and win in a dignified manner." ”

"It's... Okay, I promise you it is. ”

The cousin saw through what he was thinking at a glance, and Xu Kun admired it, but he didn't know that the reason why Shen Ling persuaded him not to make a black hand to Ye Bufan was because of the guidance of the "dream book".

In the original plot, Ye Bufan secretly learned advanced sword skills from Guchen Immortal Venerable, Xu Kun couldn't see the master's partiality, so he carried Shen Ling behind his back and took advantage of Ye Bufan's inattention to make a black hand behind his back.

Who knows, Ye Bufan's spiritual sense has the blessing of ancient artifacts, not only dodged it, but also pierced Xu Kun's dantian with a sword!

In the end, Xu Kun became a waste, and was scolded by the master and sent back to his hometown in Yanzhou, where he committed suicide soon after being condemned.

Xu Kun's tragedy is half because he is contaminated with the bad habits of some rich children, and the other half is to blame Shen Ling for ignoring it.

But if Shen Ling was like this now, if he put more thought on his brother, he would not have such a bad result.

At this time, Shen Ling instructed Xu Kun again and took his juniors and disciples to another martial arts arena of the Heavenly Illusion Sect.

The Heavenly Fantasy No. 3 Martial Arts Arena is a newly built venue, covering the largest area, and all disciples in the sect can enter the practice.

At this time, there were already many disciples in the martial arts arena, most of them were disciples of the Five Elements Hall and the Thousand Machines Palace.

In the field, ice and fire were mixed, spells were flying, and there were even high-level disciples driving demon beasts up and down, so it was not lively.

Shen Ling found a remote corner to practice with his junior disciples, although it was far away from the core of the spirit stone and magic weapon, it was enough.

After ten weeks of breathing, Shen Ling secretly felt some changes in his body, and he knew that there were less than two months to go, and he was about to break through the twelfth layer of the Qi Refining Period and start building the foundation.

When he completes the foundation, he can completely open the valley and nourish himself with aura. At that time, his sword intent will be stronger, and he can open up his own sword domain and truly enter the door of sword cultivation.

However, his brother Xu Kun is too much behind, he is still in the seventh layer of the Qi refining period, and he must work hard to make a breakthrough.

After Shen Ling exhaled a breath of turbidity, he felt refreshed, and was about to call Xu Kun to go to the sidelines to rest together, when suddenly, there was a loud noise in the distance!

"Bang!"

Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of the wood products falling apart, which was very crisp.

"Oh, cousin, there's a good show!"

Xu Kun shouted, and without waiting for Shen Ling to stop him, he ran up with a smoke.

"Kunzi, don't make a fuss..."

Shen Ling's voice was buried in the boiling crowd, and of course Xu Kun didn't hear it.

A core area of the martial arts arena had been surrounded by the disciples of the Heavenly Illusion Sect, and those disciples who were riding flying demon beasts in mid-air also looked down one after another.

Relying on the tall and big horses, Xu Kun ignored the angry eyes of others, and squeezed to the front.

When I looked closely, it was a few famous "mixed up" of the Heavenly Illusion Sect that had a dispute!

On one side, it is the grandson of the hall master of the Five Elements Hall, Hua Wushuang, a disciple of Jin Yaosi, and on the other side, it is the personal disciple of the palace master of the Thousand Machines Palace, Li Chengfeng.

"Hua Wushuang, your grandson dares to smash my mechanism?"

Li Chengfeng held half a piece of wood in his hand, and his thin body trembled with anger.

For those who practice the art of mechanism, the mechanism is equivalent to the sword in the hand of a sword cultivator, and the importance is naturally self-evident.

"Hmph, the feng shui of this field is so good, it's a waste to give it to the people of your Thousand Machine Palace to use to fiddle with wooden bumps!"

Hua Wushuang shook the fan gently, and his fair face was a little more hideous.

"Waste?" Li Chengfeng stared at the ball at his feet, "Grandma, it's a waste to give you Jin Yaosi's bastards to play Keju!" ”

"Who are you scolding bastard? I don't think you want to live anymore? Hua Wushuang suddenly closed the fan in his hand and glared angrily.

"It's you who scolds, guy who is neither male nor female!"

Li Chengfeng scolded and stepped on the ball at the same time.

"Puff~"

The ball was stepped on and leaked, and slowly deflated, Li Chengfeng inserted his waist and looked proud.

"You're looking for death!"

Hua Wushuang's eyes suddenly showed murderous aura, and suddenly, a few golden rays of light were thrown out of the fan, and they shot straight out!