Deep Universe...... No one knows about the courtyard in the world, whether it is the courtyard wall, rockery, cloister or ground, it is paved with metal essence of different colors, and every place is extremely hard.

On a wide field in the courtyard, an old man and a young man stood with swords.

The young man's face showed an extremely resolute look:

"Master, I'm going to participate in this 10,000-year competition, I believe that with my hard work in the past few years, I should have the strength to get a ranking, if I can make it to the top 300, at least can't I get an artifact for our Jin clan." ”

The green-bearded old man was dressed in an apricot yellow robe, with a slight regret on his face, and slowly shook his head and said:

"Xiao Ming, it's not that the ancestor hinders your enthusiasm, this Five Clans Ten Thousand Years Competition, more than 40,000 people have participated in the competition, your qualifications are ordinary, and you can have more experience in participating in the competition, but don't report the idea of getting the ranking, your heart is arrogant, once you fail, it will affect your heart and prevent you from practicing in the future. ”

The young man's face was full of indignation:

"Master, although the thirteen ancestors are higher than me, but he entered the door on the same day as me, and practiced at the same time, he is talented, and he has made incredible achievements in seven dry years, although my Xiaoming is a little blunt, compared to the thirteenth ancestor, but compared to others, my Xiaoming is not badly confident.

And with our Jin's indomitable martial arts, do you think I don't even have a chance to be in the top 300?"

The green-bearded old man shook his head slightly, took out a boxy piece of heavy metal as big as a palm, and raised it lightly with one hand, and the metal "snapped, and it was embedded in a wall opposite."

"Xiao Ming, this is the Kunjin Essence Mother, one of the purest and hardest metals in the world, if you can pierce half a finger with a sword, it means that you have achieved the strength of the upper middle level of the Great Luo Golden Immortal, and you can barely qualify for the top three hundred in this 10,000-year competition. ”

The boy's eyes widened as he stared at the metal on the wall.

The metal, the size of a palm, about a finger thick, was embedded in the wall, and it exuded an unshakable aura of stupidity.

"Good master, I'll try, the thirteenth ancestor and I cultivate on the same day, he is qualified to win the top twenty, can't I Xiaoming even achieve the top three hundred?"

The young man had a stubborn look on his face, the long sword in his hand was a sword flower, the flat end stretched forward, the energy in his body was like a long river running through it, and the whole body was full of momentum, and he raised his robe backwards with a "whew".

A golden light lit up out of thin air on the young man's long sword.

"Break it for me. ”

Just when the momentum reached its peak, the young man's entire body turned into a dark golden streamer, and he walked towards the piece of Kunjin Jingmu on the wall, and the long sword made an imperceptible sound of breaking the wind, and with a "bang", a sword pierced into the Kunjin Jingmu.

"It's so hard!"

The long sword pierced into the metal, and the young man felt a violent shock force coming from his wrist, and the long sword, which had always been indestructible, only pierced a little before it was difficult to enter, and the young man's mouth was almost cracked.

The young man who withdrew the long sword with a look of horror appeared on his face, his face turned red, and he took a long breath and stepped in front of this Kunjin Essence Mother to examine it carefully.

The sword marks were only a few fingers deep:

In the metal test, it is only a little worse, but in terms of strength, it is a little worse.

The boy's face immediately turned red.

The old man shook his head again:

"Xiao Ming, it is said that you are already very good, and you have cultivated to the middle level of Da Luo Jin Immortal in just seven years, which is an incredible thing to put in the immortal world. However, as long as you have the bloodline of cultivating gods, your talents are generally quite rebellious, and in our cultivators, your mother-in-law is only upstream.

The ancestor knows that you have always been competing with your thirteenth uncle and ancestor in your heart, but that is really incomparable. Your Thirteenth Uncle Ancestor can definitely have the strength to win the top five in this 10,000-year competition and be qualified to enter the core domain of the Holy Land, and the question now is what kind of ranking he can achieve in the top five.

But you, alas, if you want to be in the top three hundred, you are very reluctantly ......"

Hearing this, Xiao Ming's expression was shocked again: ...,

"Master, you said, you said that the thirteen uncles and ancestors now have the strength to win the top five?"

The green-bearded old man nodded slightly.

Xiao Ming's eyes widened, and his eyes were full of lost light:

"How is that possible, how is that possible, we practice on the same day, why is the gap getting bigger and bigger?"

At this moment, in the corridor outside the vast field, a golden-shirted figure turned around the pavilion and came here proudly.

Seeing this, the eyes of the old man with green beard lit up, and he waved his hand and summoned into the distance:

"Thirteen, where do you want to go?"

Xiao Ming shivered excitedly and hurriedly turned around, saw this golden-shirted figure coming, and respectfully saluted:

"He has been an uncle of the thirteenth master. ”

However, secretly, a trace of jealousy flashed in Xiao Ming's eyes.

He is almost the same as this thirty uncle and ancestor cultivators, and they worship under the Jin clan on the same day, but because of their different talents, one has become the personal disciple of Dingtian Xingzun, and the other can only call this person the ancestor of the master.

Xiao Ming has always breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, he is not convinced, he is unbalanced.

A proud smile on Jin Thirteen's face came:

"Fourth Master, I came to this Xinggong Garden to further practice my Dingtian Sword Intent and prepare for the Ten Thousand Years Competition. ”

The old man's eyes lit up again:

"Thirteen, I haven't been with you for a day, just right, let Brother Wei see how far your merit has entered?"

Hearing the old man say this, even Xiao Ming's eyes next to him became eager.

Jin Thirteen smiled indifferently: "Obey." ......" Then he frowned and looked at the Kunjin Jingmu on the wall, looked back at Xiao Ming and asked:

"Is this what you just used to test your strength?"

Kun Jin Jingmu is incredibly hard, although Xiao Ming did not completely pierce half a finger deep, but with the depth he pierced, it is enough to make people moved:

Xiao Ming's face showed a slight pride: Yes, Thirteen Uncle Ancestor.

Jin Thirteen smiled indifferently:

"Then I'll test my skills in this way. ”

After saying this, Jin Thirteen swept his hand, and a full three Kunjin Jingmu suddenly appeared in his palm, and with a wave of his palm, the three metals were stacked together and pressed against the wall.

"Three?"

Xiao Ming's eyes widened when he saw this, and he saw that Jin Thirteen was no longer lazy, and the long sword in his hand was a sword flower, and he didn't make a "spurt" stab, and the long sword was as sharp as piercing into the soft mud, and it easily sank into the three metals:

The tip of the long sword suddenly peeked through the three pieces of metal, stabbing the metal wall half a finger deep before stopping.

gasped for cold air, Xiao Mingteng took a step back, and was stunned all of a sudden:

The blue-bearded old man's eyes suddenly burst into brilliance, and he shouted:

"Thirteen, your divine power is about to break through the third level?"

As soon as Jin Thirteen's long sword begged, three pieces of metal fell to the ground with a "clang", Jin Thirteen gently picked up the long sword with his palm, put away the long sword, smiled and turned his head to look at the old man and Xiao Ming.

"Fourth Master, Brother Yuan, I feel that there is only a thin film away from the third Divine Force, and I must break through it before the Ten Thousand Years Competition. ”

The green-bearded old man in the apricot yellow robe sighed!