What is that thing called a sword pill? The sharpness of the condensed sword light is unmatched, and the ordinary flying sword is no match for it at all!"

"Is that pill a new thing researched by the Alchemy Hall? I want to try it!"

The surrounding disciples were talking a lot, and they were very interested in the sword pill of Jiang Bai's imperial envoy.

The person who was about to enter the arena was Jiang Bai, a disciple of the Alchemy Hall, Wei Yan was thoughtful, it seemed that the Alchemy Hall had mastered the method of the Imperial Envoy Sword Pill, and now it was shining in the sect competition.

"I don't know how well they're doing, I'll have to take a good look at it later!"

Although the sword pill is extremely difficult to envoy, as long as you are willing to work hard, it is not difficult to make the sword pill. Besides, there are always more ways than difficulties, and people will not be suffocated to death by urine.

Wei Yan was not surprised that Jiang Le and the others were able to master the method of the Imperial Envoy Sword Pill, after all, it was a matter of time.

Wei Yan looked at the two people on the fighting platform with interest, Jiang Le's opponent was a disciple of the Torture Hall, and he was experienced in fighting the law, so it seemed that a bitter battle would be inevitable.

Jiang Le took a deep breath and arched his hand, "Senior Brother Jiang Le has seen Senior Brother, please advise!"

The torture hall disciple stiffly replied, "In the Lower Iron Peak."

"Iron Peak?" Wei Yan looked at the vicissitudes of this person's face, and felt a little familiar, remembering that he had a small conflict with Tie Feng in the Yanwu Hall, and later the misunderstanding was solved, and the two did not really do it.

Just when Wei Yan was recalling, the two on the fighting platform fought.

Tie Feng was very jealous of the strange pill, in Jiang Le's previous fights, the condensed sword light could easily cause damage to other people's flying swords, and the result of the battle was often Jiang Le's victory.

Therefore, Tie Feng wandered around on the fighting platform, controlling the sword light to fight with Jiang Le, and did not confront Jiang Le's sword light head-on.

Jiang Le was a little helpless for a while, the sword light condensed by the sword pill was hugely powerful, but it was not as flexible as an ordinary flying sword magic weapon.

"When will I be able to be as free as my senior brother?" Jiang Le sighed in his heart, and then drove the sword light around his body, ready to slowly figure it.

The two people on the stage froze, Tie Feng temporarily avoided Jiang Le's sword blade, and Jiang Le was helpless against the loach-like Tie Feng.

"What's going on? Are you still fighting?"

"It's just, why are you stunned?"

The disciples watching the battle around were very dissatisfied, the fighting method in front was so fierce and exciting, why was the fighting method between the two so boring?

Jiang Le's face was slightly red, and his face was thin.

And Tie Feng's face was as usual, not caring about the opinions of the people around him.

Boos rang out, Jiang Le was young after all, and he took the lead in making a move, and the pale golden sword light that the sword pill turned into flew out, drawing a straight trace and attacking Tie Feng.

"Senior brother, be careful!"

Tie Feng's old trick was repeated, his body shape changed, and he dodged as before, and when he heard Jiang Le's words, he felt bad in his heart!

Sure enough, the pale golden sword light suddenly disappeared, and countless sword qi appeared in the place where Tie Feng was about to land, and it seemed to outsiders that Tie Feng himself had collided with the sword qi.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this? How can it be so fast?" Tie Feng didn't have time to think about it, so he would solve the sword qi in front of him first.

Tie Feng held a middle shield with blue fangs in his hand, curled up and slammed into the sword qi, but there was no sound of the sword qi hitting the shield, and the expected impact did not hit.

"Not good! It's an illusion!" Tie Feng's face changed greatly, there was already a whistling sound in his ears, Tie Feng's body was in the air, and he had nowhere to borrow strength, so he had to turn the shield to the other side, and constantly poured mana into the shield, and a round demon shield appeared, firmly protecting Tie Feng.

"I hope the blue light shield can block Jiang Le's sword light!" Tie Feng prayed in his heart, but unfortunately he was not destined to do what he wanted.

Jiang Le created a rare opportunity, and naturally he would not let it go, and the pale golden sword light suddenly opened a circle, slashing at the blue light shield with lightning speed!

As soon as the two came into contact, a gust of wind whistled out, rolling up dust on the ground, and then the sound of gold and stone resounded in the sky.

Tie Feng's body paused, and then he flew out upside down and left the range of the Doufa Stage!

"Ahem!" Tie Feng stood up with a pale face, didn't say a word, and stared at Jiang Le on the fighting platform.

Jiang Le bowed his hand apologetically and said, "Senior Brother Tie, I'm really sorry."

Jiang Le was also uncomfortable at this time, his face was pale, and he was almost devoured by the mana when he forcibly urged the sword pill, and the uncontrollable sword pill fell aside.

Tie Feng took a deep breath, looked at the cracked blue light in his hand, and said in a deep voice, "You are not as good as others in your skills, but you have won."

Losing is losing, Tie Feng is willing to gamble and lose, and left without looking back.

Tie Feng failed to see through Jiang Le's tricks, and was attracted by the illusory sword qi, Jiang Le took the opportunity to harness the sword light to knock Tie Feng out of the range of the fighting platform.

"Holy! That's too despicable, isn't it?" Some people were extremely dissatisfied with Jiang Le's approach, and their faces were full of disdain.

"Winning or defeating, what's wrong with using some illusions? In the future, the enemy's actions may be even more despicable!" Someone retorted disappretently.

Someone analyzed: "Actually, Jiang Le's illusion technique is very rough, Tie Feng has focused too much attention on the sword light, thus ignoring Jiang Le's other methods, it is really amazing!"

"It's also because Tie Feng is too cautious, if he directly uses the body protection qi to harden the sword qi and fight back against the situation, it is not certain who will kill the deer!"

The surrounding disciples were thoughtful, it was true, and Jiang Le's sword light was so sharp, it was understandable that Tie Feng lost.

Wei Yan nodded approvingly, Jiang Le knew how to use his strengths and avoid his weaknesses, he was not inflexible, and his virtual and real moves made the opponent misjudge, so as to defeat the enemy with one sword.

Jiang Le blushed with shame, and after picking up the sword pill that had fallen on the ground, he hurriedly walked down the fighting platform.

The surrounding disciples became more and more enthusiastic about the strange pill in Jiang Le's hand, maybe they should go to the Alchemy Hall to inquire, what kind of good treasure is this?

The elder of the Yanwu Hall, who presided over the sect's big competition, arched his hand and said, "Today's top eight have been decided, so come back tomorrow for all disciples."

The surrounding disciples disbanded in an orderly manner, Wei Yan pondered for a moment, and then left with the crowd.

In the Dragon's Tooth Valley, in the small courtyard of the bamboo building, there was a dark cyan light above Wei Yan's head, and he held the jade slip in his hand at the same time, recording his experience in using the sword pill.

The dark cyan light above his head was the Xuantie Sword Pill, in Wei Yan's hands, the sword pill could sharpen iron like clay, and the softness could be turned into finger wrapping, and it could be controlled freely.

"The potential of the sword pill is endless, do you want to try it with a magic weapon-level sword pill?" Wei Yan hesitated for a while, and finally shook his head, the two magic weapons were enough.

Sword pills and flying swords end up in the same way, and the strength ultimately depends on the individual's cultivation, which is probably that a powerful magic weapon is not in itself, but in the person who uses it.

After recording the experience, the Xuantie Sword Pill fell into his hand, and Wei Yan smiled: "Wait until you have the opportunity to hand it over to Senior Brother Jiang."

"There's something good to hand over right now." A faint voice suddenly sounded.

Wei Yan saw a flower in front of him, and it was Zhang Jiushan, Zhang Qiyun and Jiang Le who appeared.

"Shrink the ground into inches." This is Zhang Jiushan's supernatural power.

Zhang Qiyun said angrily, "Wei Yan, when did you get out of the customs? I don't want to say a word to everyone."

Wei Yan said with a smile: "I just came out of the customs today, and I happened to see the heroic posture of the two junior brothers and sisters on the fighting platform."

Zhang Qiyun snorted proudly, while Jiang Le was a little ashamed.

Seeing this, Wei Yan praised and said, "Senior Brother Jiang's tactics are proper, and the future is promising!"

Jiang Le suddenly smiled, scratched his head, and said embarrassedly, "It's all researched by the same disciples of the Boundless Pavilion, and the junior disciples don't dare to take credit!"

Wei Yan handed him the jade slip, and then patted Jiang Le on the shoulder, "Strength is the foundation, tactics are just icing on the cake, and laying a solid foundation is the right way."

Jiang Le nodded seriously: "Senior brother, don't worry, junior brother will remember!"

Zhang Jiushan bowed his head slightly, and then said, "Stinky boy, Qiyun and Jiang Le will be handed over to you to practice."

Then Zhang Jiushan stepped forward, and his figure disappeared.

Wei Yan was stunned, what's the situation?

Shaking his head, Wei Yan asked, "Who are the other top eight?"

Zou Liuming, Yu Wendao, Jiao Li, Murong Wang, Shen Ming, Shen Bao, Zhang Qiyun, and Jiang Le are the top eight, and the first six people have all made great achievements in the beast tide, and their strength should not be underestimated.

It is not easy for Zhang Qiyun and Jiang Le to defeat them, Wei Yan has been silent for a long time, and Old Man Zhang has a problem.

Wei Yan smiled bitterly, "There is only one day, I can only do my best."

Zhang Qiyun pursed his lips and said indifferently, "I don't rarely appreciate the rewards of the sect's big competition, just deal with it casually."

Jiang Le also agreed, "Senior Sister is right!"

Wei Yan ignored the two of them, set up his sword light, and ordered, "Keep up."

Zhang Qiyun and Jiang Le had no choice but to keep up with Wei Yan's sword light.

The three of them came to a wasteland, and Wei Yan said, "There are very few things that can be done in a day, so I'm going to simulate your opponent and fight against you, are you ready?"

Zhang Qiyun volunteered: "Why don't I come first?"

Wei Yan shook his head: "No, in a hurry, you and Senior Brother Jiang can go together."

Zhang Qiyun was stunned for a moment, and then said coquettishly: "You don't look down on people, my swordsmanship has been instructed by my grandfather, and I am already among the best among the foundation building disciples."

Jiang Le whispered, "Senior sister, it's impossible for us to go together and not win against Senior Brother."

At the beginning, in the martial arts hall, Wei Yan's superb swordsmanship impressed Jiang Le.

Zhang Qiyun's apricot eyes were round: "Senior Brother Jiang, how can you grow the ambition of others and destroy your own prestige?"

Jiang Le said helplessly, "But that's the truth."

Zhang Qiyun said in disbelief: "I don't care, I'll compete with Wei Yan first!"

Wei Yan had no choice, "Then you come first."

Wei Yan first simulated Zou Liuming, "Senior Brother Zou has a big characteristic, he can't play without blood, so you have to win with one blow."

Without a fire attribute weapon, Wei Yan used the Fire Cloud Fu to condense a fire sword, which was equivalent to a low-grade magic weapon, and with a slight wave, countless flame sword qi attacked Zhang Qiyun.

Zhang Qiyun suddenly felt the pressure, his small mouth opened slightly, and a mouthful of Sanyang True Fire erupted, melting all the flame sword qi.

Before Zhang Qiyun could be happy, the fire sword in Wei Yan's hand turned into red sword light, slashing the Sanyang True Fire into several pieces, and the fire sword qi and the red sword light passed through the gap.

Zhang Qiyun was about to dodge, but suddenly found that the surroundings were already covered with fiery sword qi, and there was nowhere to avoid!

Wei Yan took a moment to say, "Senior Brother Zou's Remnant Yang Sword Intent is very pure, and the Flame Sword Qi is several times stronger than my pirated goods."

Wei Yan felt that two of the six people had already cultivated the sword qi thunder sound, that is, Zou Liuming and Yu asked, if Zhang Qiyun and Jiang Bai were unfortunate enough to face the two, they would have no chance of winning at all.

"Look!" In an instant, the fiery red sword light shattered through the void, leaving a dazzling afterimage, and then bursts of thunder resounded through the sky.

The fire sword could not withstand the huge force, and instantly disintegrated, turning into fireflies and dissipating.

"Sword Qi Thunder?" Zhang Qiyun was puzzled, this kind of swordsmanship grandfather seems to have said.

Wei Yan nodded, "It's the sword qi thunder sound."

Zhang Qiyun suddenly said dejectedly: "Then how can you fight? The sword qi thunder sound can only be comprehended by sword cultivation in the Jindan period, but you can do it in the foundation building period, isn't this bullying?"

Wei Yan smiled, "So you guys are looking forward to it's best not to meet Senior Brother Zou and Yu Wenwen."

"Alright, let's go together." Wei Yan urged.

Zhang Qiyun and Jiang Le glanced at each other, and exerted all their strength to deal with Wei Yan.

……

The next day, the Zongmen Contest was held again, and after a day of rest, the top eight disciples were all full of energy.

Only Zhang Qiyun and Jiang Le were not very happy, after all, they were beaten for a day, and it was impossible for anyone to be happy.

Elder Yanwutang counted the number of people, "Now that everyone has arrived, the competition will start now."

The eight disciples stepped forward to draw lots in turn, Zhang Qiyun drew the first lot, and the opponent was Murong Wang; B signed Zou Liuming, Shen Bao; C-sign Yu asked, Shen Ming; Ding signed Jiang Le, Jiao Li.

"The first battle is a battle between fire and water, who can win?"

"Senior Sister Zhang is the granddaughter of the Grand Elder, her qualifications are definitely not bad, the exercises and resources are the best, I think Senior Sister Zhang wins!"

"That's not necessarily, water overcomes fire, and in the fighting methods of the foundation building monks, Shengke often determines the final result!"

There was a buzzing noise from the audience, and the supporting elder coughed lightly and suppressed the noisy voice: "Please come to the stage!"

After Murong forgot to salute, he said generously, "Senior sister, let's strike first."

Zhang Qiyun was tortured by Wei Yan in a different way yesterday, and he was angry, just pouring his anger on Murong Wang, Zhang Qiyun said secretly: "If you can't beat Wei Yan, can't you beat you?"

"Then you're welcome!" Zhang Qiyun will not be polite to Murong Forget.

Zhang Qiyun pinched the trick in his hand, and the Sanyang True Fire floated above his head, and a three-legged golden crow was born.

"Gah!" There was a terrible crow roar from the three-legged golden crow, and the fighting platform was suddenly covered with flames, and the heat wave was rolling, distorting the space around the fighting platform.

Murong Forget smiled lightly: "It seems that I won this competition!"

A layer of ice armor condensed on the surface of Murong Wang's body, isolating all the high-temperature flames.

No wonder Murong Forget is so confident, among the low-level cultivators, the attribute restraint is very serious, even if the Sanyang True Fire is nothing but burning, it will be suppressed by the water aura.

After Murong Forget condensed the ice armor, he suddenly turned into a berserker, ignoring the Sanyang True Fire around him, his body flashed rapidly, and he approached Zhang Qiyun in the blink of an eye, of course, Murong Wang's ice armor was also glued to several balls of Sanyang True Fire.

"Zizi" fought between fire and water, and part of the ice armor was dissolved, not painful or itchy, Murong Forget didn't care at all.

"It's exactly the same as Wei Yan said!" Seeing Murong Forget approaching, Zhang Qiyun was not in a hurry, everything was expected.

Murong Forget smiled proudly, "Senior sister, admit defeat, so as not to suffer from flesh and skin."

His fists carried a thousand powers, and the wind swept away, suppressing all the flames around him!

As long as he touches Zhang Qiyun, Murong Forget can win!

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