Shen Yu really came here.

On the stands, the eyes of all the people in the four halls and the seven peaks looked at the young man.

The eyes of many people who saw Shen Yu for the first time were full of curiosity, and the eyes of many more were full of expectation.

It's been more than a year, what is the realm of that handsome young man who came to the Yuan Temple from Cuizhu Peak now, will it be unexpected again.

Because, Shang Yingluo and Ye Zhiqiu are the most talented disciples in this generation, with a heaven-level Dao body, an extremely high understanding, and a realm improvement far beyond others, Shen Yu is still a little worse than them.

But many people didn't think so, they carefully thought about Shen Yu's experience over the years, and found that unconsciously, this young man was already stronger than those two.

In the Hall of Yanfa, the two peaks between the beginner disciples, Shen Yu easily defeated Ye Zhiqiu, who was at the peak of the ninth layer of qi refining.

In the Fenbao Cliff, he got the inheritance of an innate spirit treasure for the first time when he climbed to the top, and there were only a handful of such people in the Dao Sect for thousands of years.

The most important thing is that he is the second disciple that the head of the sect has accepted over the years.

Tightly knitting this identity, people dare not despise it.

Yu Wenwen looked at the handsome young man on the stone platform and said, "I haven't seen you for a few years, but something has changed." ”

Xu Qingmei said with a smile: "I have grown taller, and I look much better." ”

In the center of the stone platform.

Fu Yi looked at the calm young man in front of him, panicked in his heart for no reason, and then calmed down and asked, "Are you Shen Yu?" ”

Shen Yu didn't answer, just patted the Qingluan bird, and after it flew into the sky, he looked around.

This look of disdain immediately annoyed Fu Yi, his face changed slightly, and he said coldly: "Please advise." ”

As the words fell, the fairy sword behind Fu Yi instantly appeared between the two of them, the sword body was slender, covered with a layer of faint blue light, and majestic spiritual power gushed out from the hilt.

Although Fu Yi tried his best to control this fairy sword, it felt as if this fairy sword was guiding him.

Someone recognized the origin of this fairy sword spirit treasure at a glance, and even scolded shamelessly.

On the stands of the Yanfa Palace, Ming Jian snorted coldly: "Shameless." ”

Xu Qingmei also shook her head, and said helplessly: "The fight between the younger generations, the older generation actually interfered shamelessly, and they are really not afraid of being embarrassed." ”

Yu Wenwen asked, "Why?" ”

Xu Qingmei said: "Freedom Sword, Zhang Zhi's natal spiritual treasure." ”

Yu Wenwen nodded and remained silent.

This is a natal immortal sword that has accompanied Zhang Zhi for countless years, killing countless demons and alien races, far beyond the ordinary innate spirit treasure.

In this Four Halls Exercise, he handed over the spirit treasure to his disciples, and the purpose was obvious.

And some people sighed secretly in their hearts, those people calculated from the beginning that Shen Yu would definitely come to participate in the Four Palaces Exercise, and for the sake of face, they were prepared in advance.

The mind is a little too complicated.

On the side of the Qinglu Palace, Chen Cambodia slowly walked to Lan Yingxing's side, and said unhappily: "I said, this is my own business, why do you have to meddle." ”

Lan Yingxing helplessly pointed to the majestic figure at the front.

Chen Cambodia's expression was complicated, and he didn't speak again in the end.

...

Fu Yi was very proud, and the strong strength of the sword made him feel invincible in the world.

Thinking that the next moment he would have the opportunity to defeat the disciple in charge of the Four Palaces Practice, Fu Yi was excited.

Even if this power does not belong to you, as long as you can win, no one cares.

Fu Yi shouted, held the sword in both hands, and with a sudden swing, a violent aura storm swept up on the ground.

The fierce sword qi even carved several deep grooves on the stone platform covered with hard green stone.

Shen Yu got up casually and dodged when the countless sand and gravel were about to hit him.

As soon as he landed, Fu Yi had already come to the front of him, and he used his sword as a knife to slash at Shen Yu.

Shen Yu dodged sideways again.

The young disciples in the stands stared at the two of them intently, and they were all shocked in their hearts that the immortal sword in Fu Yi's hand was too sharp.

The tricks are even more domineering, and every blow is flying sand and stones, no one would have imagined that a disciple who sat on the Forgotten Peak would rely on such a divine weapon to make Shen Yu, who was from the head of the Yuan Temple, have no power to fight back.

And those who can understand are not among the young disciples.

Four halls. The elders of the Seven Peaks who were superb in cultivation all looked solemn, looking at Shen Yu's elegant figure and praising them repeatedly.

The boy seemed to have no power to fight back, but in fact he didn't make a move.

Fu Yi used all his strength to exert the power of his sword, but Shen Yu could only dodge it with a leisurely sideways or step.

What's even more surprising is that Shen Yu has been standing in that position for a long time.

Boy, it's time to make a move.

The blue light on the body of the sword became more and more intense, almost a cyan color, accompanied by Fu Yi's heavy spitting sound.

"What's going on? How could it not hit you. ”

Fu Yi's eyes were red, and with a loud roar, he stabbed towards Shen Yu with all his strength.

This time, Shen Yu didn't dodge, just stood there quietly.

Fu Yi was ecstatic in his heart, and the next moment, his face was stunned.

The immortal sword in his hand could no longer advance by half a point.

Shen Yu put his left hand behind him, stretched out two fingers with his right hand, and then easily clamped the sword of freedom.

"First, I'm your senior brother."

With a slight wave of Shen Yu's left palm, Fu Yi instantly flew out four or five zhang away, and fell to the ground and screamed in pain.

"Second, you are very weak, you are the weakest opponent I have ever met in my life, so you are not worthy of being my junior brother."

Another casual palm.

Fu Yi was once again beaten seven or eight feet away, and even hit the cliff wall of the stone platform fiercely, and then slowly fell to the ground.

On the stone platform, only Fu Yi's wail remained.

Everyone watched in silence.

In the end, Fu Yi collapsed on the ground, like a dead dog.

Shen Yu turned around, raised the long sword at his fingertips, looked at a certain stand, and asked, "Your sword?" ”

Zhang Zhi, the head of the Forgotten Peak, had a gloomy face and was indifferent.

He can't admit it, even if everyone knows about this kind of thing, he can't admit it in front of everyone, provoking the rules of the Dao Sect, even if he sits at the head of the Forgotten Peak, he can't afford it.

"It wasn't yours."

Shen Yu smiled and held the sword body with one hand.

Then, blood dripped from the azure tip of the sword.

Countless people looked at this scene with some doubts.

Zhang Zhi's face changed drastically, and he shouted, "No." ”

"Stop." There was also a deep voice coming from the highest stands.

Shen Yu turned a deaf ear.

Bang!

The Freedom Sword shattered violently, and countless spiritual qi escaped from the sword body.

A stream of blood spurted out of Zhang Zhi's mouth, and then he covered his chest and retreated.

...

No one spoke.

Everyone saw the end from the beginning, only to feel extremely shocked, and a trace of fear coolness came from the bottom of their hearts.

The delicate young man in the center of the stone platform had a calm face, but he didn't expect to be so decisive and ruthless.

Shen Yu stood with his hands in his hands, the violent explosion of the sword made his right hand full of blood, and in a few places he could even see the white bones of Sensen, but the young man still looked indifferent and didn't care.

I told Yang Liu that whoever hit her would help her fight back.

The young man looked up at Lan Yingxing and said, "It's your turn." ”