In just a few breaths, Xuanye once again opened a distance of three hundred meters, and as long as he could hold it, the attack of the old man with dry bones would not be able to hit him.

But the speed of the roots of the tree was obviously much faster, and he could only hold the long pen and cut down the big tree on the road, hoping to resist for a moment.

However, the voice behind him was getting closer and closer, Xuanye knew that it was useless to run, and the moment he turned around, he wrote three "boom" words in a row!

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."

The word hit the root of the tree, blowing up three small gaps, but it couldn't stop the wave several meters high.

The old man with dry bones spared no effort this time, and the bone staff in his hand sprang out like a poisonous snake, directly hitting the young man's head.

Xuan Ye held his breath hard, and bet that his physique at this moment could already withstand this fatal blow, and the long pen in his hand lit up with green light, and he swung dozens of qi out of thin air to weaken the bone staff.

With a "bang", the bone staff broke through the qi and hit the long pen of Xuanye's head guard.

He immediately bounced out, feeling the qi and blood in his body surging, and a fishy breath drilled up from his lower abdomen, and was forcibly pressed down by him.

At the same time, with the power of the rebound, he kicked the trees on both sides and jumped out of 500 meters in one go.

The old man with dry bones immediately reacted, the bottle of spiritual saliva liquid that he drank in front of him at that time was not the last bottle, and this little beast was forged again!

He raised his head to the sky and roared angrily, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his breath also withered a little.

"Little brute, I swear to kill you!"

Xuanye heard the shout, a blood mark slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth, and he didn't dare to make any more reservations, and took out the "Thousand Spirits" to summon the white bird.

A "boom" sounded in the woods, and the old man with dry bones urged the demonic power of his whole body, rolling the tide bigger and bigger, and even the ground rolled up wherever he passed.

After a while, the tide turned to a height of tens of meters, and he was also like a candle in the wind, shaking in mid-air.

At this moment, a light chirp sounded, and a white bird went straight up from the woods to the blue sky, and its posture was like a messenger against the wind, no matter how high the tide was, it could not stop its light wings.

"Old treeman, I still have a bottle of ambergris here!" Xuanye waved the bottle in his hand, opened the lid, and drank it all, not forgetting to sigh at the old man with dry bones.

The old man with dry bones couldn't hold back at all, a mouthful of old blood spurted out seven or eight meters away, and the waves under his feet exploded.

He held on for a moment, looked at the distant Xuanye, his body trembled, and he also fell to the ground.

Far space.

Xuanye took the bottle of agar syrup into his arms and looked at the vast world, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

I thought that what I had just done seemed to be a bit too much, but when I thought that Gu Mei'er was still uncertain about her life and death, a chill appeared in my heart.

In order to prevent the old man with dry bones from catching up, he flew out of the Qianling Mountain Realm in one breath before taking back the white bird.

After landing on the ground, he threw himself straight into the barren grass, and because his spiritual power was exhausted, he immediately fainted.

……

When I woke up again, I was filled with the sound of rolling cars and the smell of straw on the tip of my nose.

"Yo, little brother, you're awake!"

"Oh, how can you sleep in that kind of barren mountains and mountains, scare the old man and me for a mile, but fortunately I touched you and was still breathing, so I carried you to the car."

Xuanye covered his aching head, probably yesterday with the old man with dry bones, the injury has not yet recovered, and the spiritual power is exhausted, at this moment, he found that his body could not exert his strength.

Slowly sat up, and found that he had come to the avenue, and the person who spoke to him just now was a middle-aged uncle in his early fifties.

"Uncle, where are we?" He asked.

"On the country road, in front of Lijia Village, over this mountain to arrive." The uncle smiled and waved the bamboo whip to make the cow go faster.

Xuanye didn't know what kind of place this was, and his body hadn't recovered yet, so he could only wait until he arrived in Lijia Village to make plans.

At nightfall, he handed a small bottle of elixir to his uncle, saying that it was an ancestral healing elixir. Then he inquired about this place and found out that this place was only sixty miles away from the city, so he quietly set off east.

Sixty miles away, there are fast horses in just a day and a half.

Genya chose to walk because of his injury, which took four days.

Most importantly, he believes that walking is also a kind of cultivation, which can not only sharpen his temperament, but also silence his restless spiritual power.

Four days later, Xuanye came to the gate of Kuili City with a disgraced face. In addition to suffering the cold eyes of the guards guarding the city, he entered the city smoothly.

After entering the city, Xuanye first walked around for a while, confirmed that there was no one from the Pen Spirit Sect to follow, and then quietly walked into a cloth shop, changed into a chivalrous outfit, and then went to the blacksmith shop to buy a long sword, and then walked to the station of Qianjimen.

Unlike the Biling Sect, the Qianji Sect as a whole is much weaker, but there are many disciples under it, more than the three major families of Shan Yin City combined.

Ordinary sects, such as the Pen Spirit Sect, will screen the introductory disciples layer by layer, and they will be held every ten years.

Qianjimen is more like a faction in the rivers and lakes, and a ring is opened every two months to recruit fresh blood. Although there are few top strengths, there are not many people!

At the same time, it also has the system of the sect, and the master of the Thousand Machine Sect also has the cultivation of the Mixed Spirit Period, which can also be called a force.

Coincidentally, Qianjimen happened to set up a ring in the square in front of the mountain gate, and it was already crowded with people at this moment. Not only those who wanted to participate, but also the people of the city came to join in the fun.

Xuanye squeezed through the crowd, came to the registration office, and casually named the competition.

"Li Chuyi?" The mustache who wrote the table frowned slightly, and when he looked up, he saw Xuanye holding a sword, and pursed his lips with disdain. "After signing the life and death certificate, martial arts cultivation is stricter, and you must enter the top three to join the Thousand Machine Gate."

Xuanye didn't care, and generously wrote down Li Chuyi's three words.

"Tut-tut, the handwriting is good, could it be that you still have the habit of practicing calligraphy in martial arts?"

Xuanye was shocked, forgetting that there was still this stubble, but there was no change on the surface, and said coldly: "I am a martial artist who can't be cultivated with a pen, so I learned it." ”

As soon as he walked with his front foot, he took a bite of the mustache. "Just Wu Xiu is still here to compete, he deserves to be killed!"

After a while, the competition began, and Xuanye was in the second game, and the first game was two scholars, who looked like children of the family.

Both of them are pen cultivators, one of them is in the late stage of condensation, and the other has the cultivation of the Ming Period.

The victory or defeat was obvious, but the white-clothed scholar in the Ming Dynasty made a ruthless move, and continued to exert his strength after the opponent admitted defeat, shattering the opponent's hand bones.

After this battle, I am afraid that the pen repair in the late stage of condensation can only find another way to make a living, and can no longer take the road of pen repair.

Hearing the screams on the stage, the onlookers shouted even more happily, as if this was why they came.

At the beginning of the second game, the person who competed with Xuanye was also a child of a family, named Lian Ze, and when he saw him coming up with a sword, there was a lot of disdain in his eyes.

As the gong sounded, Lian Ze immediately moved his pen and quickly drew a "broken" word.

He has been practicing this trick for a long time, although he only has the cultivation of the middle stage of condensation, but after practicing day and night, the speed is far better than that of ordinary pen cultivation.

Even if it is in the Ming period, it is not as fast as his pen!

However, just after Lian Ze finished drawing the broken words, there was an exclamation in his ears.

Obviously, there was only a few breaths of time, and the knight with the sword was gone!

"The pen is crooked, and the pursuit of speed alone is not beneficial!"

Xuanye's cold words sounded behind Lian Ze, and at the same time, he swung his long sword, which had not yet been unsheathed, and swung it violently.

"Bang!"

The sound is so loud that it is like thunder on the ground, and the sound of the slap is like a bell in the middle of the night.

Looking at Lian Ze's take-off figure, the blood lines scattered in the air, and the red mark of the sword scabbard visible to the naked eye on his face. The onlookers covered their faces, as if they could feel pain just by looking at them.

With a "snap", the figure fell into the ring, and it was silent, and it was not until the end of the night that a tsunami-like cry sounded.

"It's too strong, I'm going to bet on this knight for five taels of silver!"

"I'm going to bet ten taels!"

Listening to the call of betting from the audience, Xuanye leaned under the big tree, and suddenly found that there was a gaze staring at him closely. Turning his head, the gaze disappeared strangely into the crowd.

At this time, in the hut in front of the mountain gate, an old man saw the scene just now through the window, and his face seemed to be contemplative.

"Elder, there are seven or eight points like this!" A disciple hurriedly came to report.

The old man retracted his gaze and said coldly: "Arrange it, let Han Feng mix into the ring to fight him, it is bound to find out his true strength." ”

After the disciple retreated, the old man glanced at the portrait on the table and turned his gaze to the ring again.

The competition went on quickly, and after a round, Xuanye took the stage again and faced the white-clothed scholar named Ye Chen.

Even if Xuanye won the first round, Ye Chen didn't take Xuanye in his eyes, and there was arrogance between his eyebrows.

After all, Lian Ze only has the middle stage of condensation, and with his cultivation in the middle stage of the Ming Form, he can also kill in one hit.

In addition, the early stage of martial cultivation was already stronger than pen cultivation, but the upper limit was too low.

So Ye Chen concluded that Xuanye cultivation should be in the early stage of the Ming Form, counting the relatively strong early stage of martial cultivation, it can be compared to the ordinary middle stage of the Ming Form.

But he is different, he comes from the Ye family, the largest family in Kuili City, and he is a first-class existence in terms of resources and connections, and the Qiuguang pen in his hand alone cost five thousand taels!

Perhaps because he was too confident, he subconsciously opened his mouth: "Just a martial artist, what do you compare with me!" ”

Xuanye was stunned for a moment, he thought that this Ye Chen was a ruthless person, but now that he looks at it, he is arrogant and arrogant, and his heart is higher than the sky, which just allows him to see the sinister world in the world.

The gong sounded, Ye Chen waved the autumn light pen, stepped out, condensed Mo Feng and went straight to the night.

This scene surprised the audience.

As a pen cultivator, before he has reached the stage of transformation, he dares to fight against Wu Xiu, what arrogance this is!

"Could it be that I made a mistake?"

"That's not it, this white-clothed boy is the third young master of the Ye family, and this time he is going for the first place!"

"That's right, you don't look at the first scene, how relaxed the third young master of the Ye family is!"

……

"Die!" Ye Chen waved confidently, and the ink blade in his hand flashed a ray of gold, and his speed and strength increased several times compared to the first battle.

Xuanye then understood where the arrogance of this prince of the world came from, it turned out that it was all from that pen!

Although he had long heard that a spirit pen forged from rare materials could exert special powers, he was only in the condensation stage at that time, and he always felt very far away.

Now that he suddenly appeared in front of him, he was taken aback.

Seeing Mo Feng attacking, he quickly bent down and leaned back, the scabbard in his hand flicked forward, and fell heavily between Ye Chen's legs!