At dusk, the sun sets.

"The hour has come, and it is time for them to come out."

Outside the spirit pool, the Sword Peak Elder looked at the Gate of the Vortex and stroked his long beard, with a hint of anticipation between his eyebrows.

Every time the Innate Spirit Pool ends, there will be many disciples who break through the realm, and how many will there be this time.

The next moment, a burst of light suddenly flashed through the Vortex Gate, and two hundred outer disciples appeared in the center of the square.

When the hour came, they were all sent out.

"They're out." Elder Yaofeng said with a smile on his face, his gaze involuntarily looked at the Yaofeng disciples, and then stopped at Ning Yuan.

He actually had a feeling at the moment, the strength of the little guy in the distance seemed to have exploded a lot, and it seemed that Ning Yuan had gained a lot in the Innate Spirit Pool.

"Now, let me see what you gain." Elder Jianfeng said with a smile as he faced the many disciples.

Hearing the elder's words, Ning Yuan and the others naturally understood what he meant, so they took out the jade bottle and put it in their palms.

Immediately, a bright light appeared in the crowd, and when the jade bottle was full, it would naturally glow.

"Yes, a lot more than before." Elder Jianfeng squinted his eyes and said with a smile.

Although he just glanced at it, and at that moment, he had already figured out the details of everyone.

On this trip to the Innate Spirit Pool, not only did the disciples who were full of spiritual energy be more than before, but there were also many disciples who had broken through in cultivation, especially the genius disciples of the major peaks, and a total of seven or eight people took the lead in stepping into the innate realm, and they already had the strength of inner disciples.

"Tomorrow is the last round of trials, the forty people you promoted will conduct a dojo draw showdown, this time, regardless of cultivation, only by strength, the top ten in the final decision will enjoy special rewards from the sect, of course, the first place in the trial, in addition to receiving rewards, will be directly promoted to the inner disciples, and an additional local level martial arts."

Elder Jianfeng looked at everyone and said unhurriedly, briefly explaining the rules of tomorrow's competition, and informing the final reward in advance, among which, of course, the reward for the first place was the most attractive.

Needless to say, the rewards of the sect are generally the contribution points of the sect and the elixir, and the promotion of the inner door is not bad, minus some troublesome assessments for the promotion of the inner gate.

However, the most important thing is the ground-level martial arts, for the martial arts, it is a temptation that is more powerful than the money beauty, a powerful martial art, for the improvement of the martial artist's combat effectiveness, that is very important.

"Earth-level martial arts, my God, the sect is too willing to bleed."

"Heh, I must get the first place this time, no one can stop me."

Hearing this, all the disciples were agitated, and it was obvious that the elder's words had succeeded in making them burn their fighting spirit.

After all, looking at the entire Spirit Sword Sect, there are not many ground-level martial arts, which are naturally extremely precious.

"Senior Brother Ning, this earth-level martial art, I'm afraid it wasn't specially prepared for you, hahaha." Lu Xiaofeng smiled wickedly.

Among the people who were promoted this time, there were twelve people in Lingyun Peak, which was extremely strong, while there were nine people in Sword Peak and Zhuyun Peak, and their strength should not be underestimated, there were six people in Array Peak and only four people in Medicine Peak.

Even so, the disciples of Yao Feng all had their hearts set on Ning Yuan, and they all thought that he was the most powerful, after all, Ning Yuan was fighting Gongsun Yun alone, and he would not fall behind.

Moreover, in the last hour of the Innate Spirit Pool, Ning Yuan took the disciples of Yao Feng to conduct a carpet search in the Spirit Pool, and finally killed three hundred-zhang water beasts, and the number of smaller water beasts was also quite a lot.

However, most of Yaofeng's disciples gave up collecting and chose to absorb and refine, and their cultivation has improved a lot, for example, Lu Xiaofeng has gone from sixth to seventh, Jiang Yue has gone from eighth to ninth, and some have broken through to tenth.

This is also the reason why there are fewer disciples who successfully advance to the third round of Yao Feng, because most of them chose refining.

"Heh, then there are eight masters of the Innate Realm, I am only eight levels of condensation, how can he de." Ning Yuan smiled slightly, and shook his head helplessly.

At present, Ning Yuan does need a powerful martial art, but if he wants to obtain it, he is afraid that a fierce battle is indispensable.

When the disciples of Medicine Peak heard Ning Yuan's words, they naturally didn't believe it, and they still had great confidence in Ning Yuan, and unconsciously, Ning Yuan had become the backbone of the outer gate of Medicine Peak.

"Let's all board the ship."

At this time, the elders beckoned their disciples to board the flying ship and began to return home.

Late at night, the moon and stars are sparse, and the breeze blows, bringing bursts of coolness.

After refining the remaining pure aura, Ning Yuan's cultivation has improved a little, but he can no longer condense the qi vortex to break through.

So, Ning Yuan came to the sword stele forest of Sword Peak alone, looking for a suitable sword technique to cultivate.

If you learn advanced swordsmanship, tomorrow's trial will be another point of certainty, and the next one may be an innate master, and their swordsmanship is naturally not bad, and Ning Yuan can't lag behind.

Ning Yuan walked past one stone monument after another, passing by many fellow doors, even if it was late at night, there were still people who did not want to leave, and they were still comprehending and learning swordsmanship.

"Chiba swordsmanship."

Finally, Ning Yuan stopped in front of a stone tablet and focused his gaze on the words on it.

"Chiba swordsmanship, thirty-six styles, ever-changing, fast words are the key, similar to Chiba, God blocks and kills God, Buddha blocks and kills Buddha, mysterious and unpredictable."

After browsing the first line of words on the stone tablet, Ning Yuan already understood that this was the swordsmanship he was looking for.

Ning Yuan suddenly sat down on the spot, looked at the stone tablet intently, and according to the cultivation tips recorded in the stone tablet, he seriously comprehended it.

Perhaps it was because Ning Yuan's previous skills were still there, and perhaps it was because of the Yin Yang Demon Pupil, Ning Yuan found that when he comprehended the profound martial arts swordsmanship, Ning Yuan's thinking was very clear.

With such a profound swordsmanship and martial arts, ordinary people have to spend half a month studying it to make progress.

But when Ning Yuan was enlightened, a little immortal seemed to appear in his mind, constantly interpreting sword moves according to the key techniques of swordsmanship.

One move, one style, all different, the angle is tricky, unpredictable.

Ning Yuan could already feel at this moment that after the Yin Yang Demon Pupil awakened, his comprehension was already much higher than before, but at present, Ning Yuan did not dare to use the Yin Yang Demon Pupil.

He still remembered that the first time he opened the Yin Yang Demon Pupil, he lost control of his body and lost himself.

In general, Ning Yuan's cultivation is still too weak now, and he can't use the Yin Yang Demon Pupil at will, otherwise the terrifying backlash will kill him.

It only took an hour for Ning Yuan to memorize the complete Chiba Sword Technique, almost to the point where he knew it by heart.

Immediately, in front of the stone tablet of Sword Peak, Ning Yuan pulled out the Northern Immortal Sword, followed Fang Cai's comprehension, poured in the holy moonlight, and danced with the cool breeze, like the cleansing of a thousand fallen leaves, evoking a picture of dancing swords at night.