The Imperial City Sword Meeting, gathering young talents from all over the world!

This is a festival that is only held once every few years during the Great Zhou Dynasty, and anyone from anywhere can come to attend, of course, provided that you are not over the age limit.

The so-called young talents, naturally want young people, the age is stuck at the age of forty, after all, people in this world have a long lifespan, and forty years old is not even middle-aged.

The winner not only has rich rewards, but also can take this opportunity to become famous and spread all over the world, and can choose any side of the force to join.

This is also an opportunity for the major forces in the Imperial City to recruit talents, maybe they don't have a chance for those who are at the top of the rankings, but it is not impossible to be at the bottom of the rankings.

After all, there are high and low geniuses.

Every time the sword meeting is held, there will be dark horses, who study hard and practice hard in secret, just to stand out in this sword meeting.

"Cultivation is first of all to stabilize your own mind, your mind is impetuous, if you want to practice this exercise well, you need to calm your mind, otherwise it will be difficult to achieve success."

In the middle of the courtyard, there is a large vat with a lot of ice cubes in it.

It's hard to imagine that there are so many ice cubes in such a hot weather, and even under the sun, these ice cubes show no signs of melting.

"Senior brother, you don't have to be like this to calm down." In the middle of the ice, a man sits in it.

Lu Beichuan glanced at Ning Lun and gave him a violent shudder, and Ning Lun screamed in pain.

"You know what, no matter what the environment is, you have to be calm and calm, even if Mount Tai collapses in front of you, your face will not change."

"Tarzan is that mountain? How I haven't heard of it. ”

Bang!

There was no doubt that there was another swollen place on Ning Lun's head.

"These are all things I specially asked your senior sister for, usually others don't want it yet, you still dislike it, you just stay inside, remember, you must meditate and concentrate on cultivating this exercise."

After speaking, Lu Beichuan left the small courtyard directly, leaving only Ning Lun, who was crying silently.

Originally, he was too lazy to participate in this Laoshizi Sword Meeting, but Shi Yuqian begged him, and he couldn't refuse, who made this junior sister so understanding, but it was Ning Xiaoxiao's little girl, with an expression that she owed her millions.

"Lu Beichuan!"

Ning Xiaoxiao stopped him.

"I don't know what Miss Ning is doing?"

Lu Beichuan didn't bother to take care of her.

"The day of the start of the Sword Discussion is getting closer and closer, aren't you going to do something?"

"That's right...... I forgot. Lu Beichuan had a suddenly realized expression on his face, and turned around and walked towards the hut.

"I forgot that now is the time to rest, I have to get a good night's sleep, I always feel that I am not in good spirits these days, as if I have been sucked in."

Watching Lu Beichuan stretch his waist, Ning Xiaoxiao was on fire, and she didn't know where the anger came from, and a fiery red whip appeared in her hand.

Syllable!

She slammed it to the ground, and where the whip passed, a whip mark half a finger deep appeared.

Lu Beichuan was taken aback, but when he saw the whip in her hand, he immediately panicked.

"Whips? This one...... Not good......"

"Hmph, I know I'm afraid, you'd better prepare for Miss Ben, lest you won't even be able to get off the stage when you get it."

Lu Beichuan looked panicked: "Ah...... Does this start in broad daylight? ”

"Definitely, it's hard to start at night during the day?"

"However, if you can do it at night, it's best to be together during the day and night."

Lu Beichuan swallowed and looked at Ning Xiaoxiao carefully, the curve is excellent, a typical representative of convex and backward curls, especially the charming face, with such a whip......

Gee.

It's a pity that I don't eat that set.

"Come on, Miss Ning should find someone else, Xiaosheng can't stand this blessing."

"Huh?" Ning Xiaoxiao suddenly felt that something was wrong, what did this guy say, how did he feel that the donkey's lips were not right with the horse's mouth.

"Stop! You're going to stay here today, unless you take my ten lashes. ”

"I said, you ......"

Before Lu Beichuan finished speaking, he noticed that the fiery whip had been pulled towards him fiercely, and his face immediately changed slightly, and then he rolled over a lazy donkey next to him.

Syllable!

Just now, where Lu Beichuan was, there was already a whip mark half a finger deep.

"Play for real!"

Lu Beichuan was shocked, and just as he was about to get up and speak, another whip shadow came towards him.

"I'm Gan!"

Lu Beichuan immediately urged his spiritual power and barely dodged the blow.

"It's pretty fast, I just don't know how many times you can dodge."

Ning Xiaoxiao sneered a few times, and the whip in her hand became faster and faster.

Syllable! Syllable! Syllable!

Lu Beichuan immediately used a body method in the Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon Sutra, called Tianlong Bu, but because there was no real dragon thing, he had to see its shape.

Rao is like this, but it also allowed him to barely avoid Ning Xiaoxiao's whips.

"I'm underestimating you, but you won't be able to hide from it next."

Ning Xiaoxiao was also extremely surprised, Lu Beichuan's pace was extremely strange, obviously he was about to win several times, but he twisted it abruptly.

"Fire Spirit Whip!"

A layer of blazing flames filled the entire whip, pumping towards Lu Beichuan with an extremely ferocious might, and a wave of qi locked on him, making him unavoidable.

This is the role of the spirit, once locked onto him, there is no way to dodge.

Lu Beichuan is also rarely annoyed, if this chick is playing, forget it, at this moment, she actually used the spirit trick, she really wants to pump herself!

The mud bodhisattva still has three points of fire, not to mention Lu Beichuan.

"Immortal Hand!"

"Great Might!"

"Great Palm!"

Lu Beichuan's body turned into a golden color, like a golden-bodied Arhat, one palm was covered with eight black spirit patterns, and the other hand was full of supreme masculine and rigid energy.

"It's not enough! Ten lines! ”

Lu Beichuan frantically urged the spiritual power, and on that pitch-black palm, there were two more spirit patterns again, an immortal hand with ten lines!

"Immortal Scripture!"

The rich death qi no longer exists only in Lu Beichuan's palm, every corner of his body is full of death qi, and this dead qi is precisely a special thing that can corrode spiritual power.

Even the spiritual power exerted by Lu Beichuan contains the effect of corrosive spiritual power, because, after the transformation of the Immortal Heavenly Scripture, almost all the spiritual power in Lu Beichuan's body has become "immortal spiritual power." ”

The Heavenly Dragon Step didn't have much effect at this time, because the whip had already locked on him, and the lock on the spirit couldn't be avoided at all.

He directly rushed towards Ning Xiaoxiao in a straight line, and this was over, and the first thing to greet was ......

The whip covered with flames was a spiritual trick used by a Divine Spirit Realm master.