on the center stand.

Liu Xinghe sat at the bottom, and he had been paying close attention to Li Xuan's movements.

According to his plan, Li Xuanbacheng would be defeated by the outer disciples in the first round of the competition.

If it is an ordinary outer disciple, if you lose one game, you will not be eligible for the competition.

But Li Xuan is a miscellaneous disciple, in order to better let the elders of the outer gate see his performance, the miscellaneous elders can assign someone to fight Li Xuan again.

When the time comes, Liu Xinghe will let Lin Wen take action to abolish Li Xuan.

What a perfect plan.

Liu Xinghe had already thought of the scene where Li Xuan's hands and feet were abolished and he knelt in front of him and begged for mercy.

Can be sudden.

I saw Li Xuan swinging his sword, without any tricks, and stabbed Zhao Long in the shoulder with a sword.

With a bang, Zhao Long's sword fell on the ring.

"How...... Possible? Zhao Long felt the pain in his shoulder, and he couldn't accept this reality.

Didn't even make a big move, and then lost?

Among the outer disciples, there were not too many people who originally paid attention to the competition between Zhao Long and Li Xuan, and in their eyes, an innate realm against the condensation realm was really nothing to look forward to.

But suddenly, an outer disciple exclaimed, "No, Zhao Long was actually defeated by that miscellaneous disciple with one move?" ”

This sentence is like a boulder thrown on the surface of a calm lake.

Suddenly, all the outer disciples turned their eyes to the ring between Li Xuan and Zhao Long.

Li Xuan's sword was still in his hand, and the tip of the sword pierced into Zhao Long's shoulder not deeply.

But there is no doubt that Li Xuan won.

It only takes one move to win.

"How is that possible?" All the outer disciples had such a question in their minds.

In the central stand, Liu Xinghe couldn't help but rub his eyes when he saw the scene just now, "How is it possible?" ”

In the ring, Li Xuan withdrew his long sword.

He let out a long sigh, "I originally thought that the outer disciples were very strong, but I didn't expect it...... Hehe! ”

These two hehes are indescribably contemptuous.

Zhao Long's face turned red, and with a wow, he directly spit out a large mouthful of blood and fainted.

[Ding, absorb the rage from Zhao Long +20]

[The host's current rage value is 511.] 】

Li Xuan couldn't help but complain, why was he so angry that he vomited blood, and he only had 20 anger points?

It seems that you have to find a master to pick up wool.

If Zhao Long heard this, it is estimated that he will have to spit out a few more mouthfuls of blood after waking up.

"Miscellaneous Courtyard Li Xuansheng!" The referee announced.

Li Xuan turned around and walked out of the ring, just now he heard that the anger value was already 511 points, and he couldn't wait to go to the system mall to change a martial art.

"Brother Xuanwu, when did you learn martial arts?" Fang Xing came up and asked.

"What kind of martial arts, I used the actions on the "Basic Swordsmanship Introduction", but I didn't expect Zhao Long to be so vegetable, I couldn't catch a single move." Li Xuan replied.

Fortunately, Zhao Long had already been carried down, otherwise he would have vomited two mouthfuls of blood when he heard this.

A hint of surprise flashed in Fang Xing's eyes, and then he stretched out his thumb and exclaimed: "Brother Xuan, a rotten street sword book can be practiced by you so well." ”

Li Xuan didn't have time to brag with him.

He found a corner and sat down, and clicked on the system mall in his heart.

"Shaoyin Sword Sutra" rage value is 500 points.

"Nanhua Sword Spectrum" rage value is 500 points.

"Flame Xuangong" rage value is 500 points.

"Three Talents Sword Technique" rage is worth 500 points.

……

Exercises and martial arts are divided into five levels: Huang, Xuan, Earth, Heaven, and God.

Each level has three levels: upper, middle and lower.

For example, the qi conduction technique cultivated by Li Xuan belongs to the lower grade of the Yellow Order.

He can now see the Yellow Rank exercises and martial arts in the system mall, and the others are gray, probably because Li Xuan's own cultivation is not enough to display.

Martial arts, whether they are high-grade, middle-grade or low-grade, are all 500 rage points, which makes Li Xuan a little surprised.

Theoretically, it must be the best of the best grades.

But it also depends on the person, and only what suits you is the best.

Li Xuan thought about it for a while, and planned to buy the "Shaoyin Sword Sutra" of the middle grade of the Yellow Order, and he also had his own considerations for doing so.

If he had enough time, he would definitely choose a high-grade martial art of the Yellow Rank, and then use a god-level accelerator to cultivate.

But he doesn't have that much time right now, and he could face more formidable opponents at any time.

Not everyone is as easy to get rid of as Zhao Long's stupid fork.

The higher the level of martial arts, the more aura will definitely be consumed to cultivate, and Li Xuan is worried that he will faint directly after choosing the grade technique to activate the accelerator.

It's going to be a fart when the time comes.

"Buy the Shaoyin Sword Sutra," he said silently in his heart.

[Ding, the purchase of "Shaoyin Sword Sutra" is successful, and it costs the host 500 rage points. 】

[The host's current rage is 11.] 】

[Friendly reminder to the host, the martial arts purchased in the mall can be directly placed on the god-level accelerator to accelerate.] 】

Hearing the last sentence of the system, Li Xuan's heart was ecstatic.

He hurriedly tried it, clicked on the "Shaoyin Sword Sutra" with his mind, and activated the god-level accelerator at the same time.

As a feeling of dizziness came, the virtual shadow appeared in his mind and he began to practice his sword.

Fortunately, the choice is the Yellow Rank mid-grade martial arts, and the aura in my body can barely hold on, Li Xuan said in his heart.

Fang Xing saw Li Yao sit down and went to sleep.

He thought it was strange.

Li Xuan and Zhao Long competed just now, and they didn't fight much? You can now take a look at the competitions of other outer disciples.

Familiarizing yourself with their moves will definitely be beneficial for the rest of the competition.

Isn't it overconfident to sleep here as soon as you come?

However, Fang Xing didn't disturb Li Xuan's sleep.

This time, more than 100 foreign disciples participated in the competition.

10 rings, more than 10 rounds.

Fortunately, everyone's efficiency in martial arts competition is very high, basically three or two moves can distinguish the winner and loser, and it is rare to see the kind of fight scene where you go back and forth.

Finally, an hour later.

The first round of the competition among the outer disciples was over, and the 54 disciples who won the competition had to compete in the previous round today.

On the wooden sign, the names of both sides of the game were quickly posted.

"Brother Xuan, don't sleep, go and see who your opponent is." Fang Xing reminded.

Li Xuan stretched and rubbed his eyes again, looking like he had just woken up.

Just now, his "Shaoyin Sword Sutra" had been cultivated to the mastery of the first glimpse of the doorway.

I have to say that the "Shaoyin Sword Sutra" is a martial art that has entered the grade, and it has not been cultivated to the peak once.

"Are you going to fight again so soon?" Li Xuan asked.

Fang Xing glanced at Li Xuan with great disdain, and secretly said that you have been sleeping for an hour, and if you don't fight, you will have dinner, okay.

The two walked to the wooden sign, and Li Xuan found his name.

Li Xuan, 9th order of the Condensation Realm.

Qian Dong, Innate Realm 2nd Order.

Obviously, Qian Dong is his opponent in the second game.