Listening to Tutor Yu Ting's words, the seventy martial artists of the Yellow Courtyard all sighed secretly, and their expressions of disappointment were overflowing. It is very difficult to obtain cloud value, and everyone originally thought that the mentor would help everyone, or provide good advice, but they didn't expect her to directly say, "You have to rely on yourself!"

There is no shortcut to obtaining cloud value on your own, only a way to go by constantly fighting. Because it is simply impossible to improve the cultivation realm in a short period of time, and the vast majority of people are not soul masters, so they cannot obtain cloud values through guò alchemy or refining weapons.

There are a total of seventy trial disciples in the Yellow Academy, even if they challenge from beginning to end, they will win each game, and they will not be able to obtain eighty cloud points. Besides, if you want to remain undefeated in sixty-nine games, it is impossible!

Every martial artist who has passed the eighteen-plate test and become a trial disciple of the Wentian Sect has two brushes, who dares to claim the first!

Yu Ting could naturally see everyone's disappointed expressions, but she didn't mean to say anything comforting, and only said plainly:

"I remind everyone, don't always limit your eyes to the Yellow Courtyard, the four courtyards of Heaven, Earth, Xuan, and Huang, and the two hundred and eighty disciples have been trained, which is enough for you to challenge! Moreover, I hope that our Yellow Courtyard can have less internal fighting and more external fighting, and maintain unity!"

The beautiful sound like a mountain spring fell, and all the martial artists in the martial arts hall suddenly realized. The opponents that can be challenged are not limited to the Yellow Courtyard, everyone can go to the other three courtyards to challenge.

Choosing an opponent among the two hundred and eighty trial disciples undoubtedly increased the possibility of many choices, and everyone suddenly felt a little more relaxed.

Moreover, Mentor Yuting hopes that the Yellow Courtyard will be united, which means that he does not want too fierce battles in the Yellow Courtyard, or even if there is a fierce battle, the two sides should not hold grudges and remain united.

Everyone relaxed even more, and the tension caused by mutual vigilance suddenly eased, and they all looked at each other and smiled at each other's tables.

It's just that Yijian didn't smile with Chen Zheng, and his face was still cold, as if Chen Zheng owed him five million broken original stones.

"Okay, everyone below write down their names, ages, cultivation realms, and places of origin on a piece of paper and hand them over to me!"

Tutor Yuting's voice sounded again, and everyone immediately began to write hard, wanting to be the first to finish writing and handing it in, so as to be in the limelight and win the favor of Tutor Yuting.

Chen Zheng also immediately took out a pen and paper and was about to write, but found that Yijian was sitting there upright, motionless, without the intention of writing.

"Brother Yijian, the tutor asked me to write personal information. Chen Zheng kindly reminded him, but Yijian pretended not to hear it and ignored him at all.

"Did you not bring any paper? I'll lend it to you. ”

Chen Zheng pushed the paper on the table to Yijian, but Yijian turned his head to look at Chen Zheng, and then pushed the paper on the table back, not appreciating it at all.

Chen Zheng shrugged helplessly, picked up the pen and wrote. He found that this roommate of his was extremely strange-tempered and maverick, which was difficult to guess.

Could it be that this guy is trying to be in the limelight? Everyone else writes it, but he doesn't write it alone, so as to get the attention of the mentor?

However, Chen Zheng didn't dare to use it, he had already angered this beautiful tutor last night, but he didn't dare to anger Shengyan again.

Write down the personal information in a proper manner and hand it in, the strange thing is that Tutor Yuting didn't find that the sword was not handed over, Chen Zheng wanted to make a small report, but he held it back, and it was not a gentleman's work to make a small report.

Between the spinning thoughts, he suddenly thought, Yu Ting's tutor Bing Xue is smart, how could he not find it? A sword was deliberately not handed over, and Yu Ting's tutor pretended not to find out, could there be other reasons for this?

Be cautious!

These trial disciples of the eighteen-plate test of Tongguò Wentian, all of them have a good background, and Wentian Sect is a 10,000-year-old Divine Sect, hidden dragon and crouching tiger, unfathomable, he has just arrived, and it is better to be cautious and low-key.

In the blink of an eye, Tutor Yuting took a group of trial disciples to the martial arts training ground outside the martial arts hall, and asked everyone to stand under the martial arts training ground, she stood in the martial arts training ground, and said softly:

"As your mentor, my main task is to guide you in your cultivation. And the fastest and most effective cultivation method is actual combat, which of you wants to fight with me?"

Even though she was going to fight, Mentor Yuting's voice was still as crisp and sweet as spring water, flowing into everyone's heart.

Although every male warrior once fantasized about fighting such a woman who thought she was as beautiful as a fairy, when such a woman challenged, everyone was intimidated. Under the aura of beauty and holiness, everyone was ashamed of themselves, and they could not raise the confidence to fight at all.

There was silence in the martial arts training field, and all the people were like children who had made mistakes, looking down at their toes, silent.

Chen Zheng fought with Yu Ting at night, and knew that Yu Ting's cultivation strength was unfathomable, and he didn't want to find it ugly by himself, so he quietly retreated, wanting to hide in the crowd.

However, unexpectedly, a force suddenly appeared on his back, pushing him out of the crowd at once.

Chen Zheng didn't expect that someone would push him at this time, and he was defenseless at all. In a hurry, it was too late to stabilize his body, and by the time he stumbled to stabilize his figure, he had already appeared in front of all the trial disciples.

The eyes of all the trial disciples fell on Chen Zheng's body, full of envy, jealousy, admiration, contempt, appreciation, banter, and other complex expressions.

Yuting's mentor Rushui's gaze also fell on Chen Zheng, and there was a slight hint of encouraging praise, "Very good! Chen Zheng, come up!"

"Wow! the mentor actually remembered his name!"

Yu Ting's voice fell, and a voice of envy sounded in the hearts of all the trial disciples at the same time, and they all regretted that they were not the first to stand up and were robbed of the limelight by Chen Zheng.

Chen Zheng had a black line on his forehead, turned his head to look behind him, wanting to see which damn guy was playing a prank, and pushed him into the fire pit.

What caught his eye was a calm face, seeing this face, Chen Zheng was stunned for a moment, because the owner of this face was none other than his roommate who didn't say a word and secretly competed with him.

"Okay! A sword! You actually played yin with my brother!"

Chen Zheng used his gaze to convey a wave of anger and shot at a sword. However, Yijian looked into the distance without squinting, directly ignoring Chen Zheng's angry gaze, as if nothing had anything to do with him.

At this time, it is obviously impossible to find a sword theory, in the entire martial arts training field, except for a sword, everyone's eyes fell on him, if he retreated at this time, he would directly become a laughing stock.

No matter what the reason is, since you stand up in front of everyone, you can only bite the bullet, otherwise you will be said to be cowardly!

Chen Zheng gritted his teeth, walked onto the martial arts training ground, clasped his hands into fists and saluted, and said that he was offended. Then, with a grip of his right hand, he took out the white-scaled sword, pointed the tip of the sword to the sky, stepped on the seven-star step, and made a starting pose.

He didn't strike first, nor did he want to strike later, but because he was facing a mentor, as a disciple, he was at least respectful, and he should let the other party strike first.

Yu Ting was not polite, her slender jade hand was lightly shaken, and a Yingying long sword appeared in it.

The hilt of the sword is white, the dragon is carved in white jade, and the dragon's eye is inlaid with emerald green jade orbs, which are crystal clear and exude divine light. The body of the sword is like a clear spring, the thin water lines flow, as if naturally formed, not like carved, a layer of light water vapor flows non-stop, full of spirituality.

"Sword!"

At the moment when this sword appeared, even a fool could see that this sword was by no means an ordinary sword, and the grade was definitely above the fourth or fifth grade, and it was a rare sword.

"Longquan Sword!"

Immediately, some well-informed trial disciples recognized the sword in Yu Ting's hand.

If the sword is a clear spring, the sword is like a dragon, and the five products in the sword are called Longquan.

The Longquan Sword is made of the essence blood of dragon elephants with the blood of dragons, dragon apes and other demon beasts, the aura of the thousand-year-old spring, the thousand-year-old black iron, and the carbon burned by thousand-year-old trees, and is one of the four famous swords in the Eastern Regions.

"Huh!"

The Longquan sword slashed lightly in the air, and suddenly the sword light filled the sky, turning into a drizzle and gently drifting, and the dragon groaned, and the sharp light was hidden but not leaked.

Yu Ting's feet lightly touched the ground, like a dragonfly touching water, light and agile, flying with the sword, turning into a cloud of white mist and drifting towards Chen Zheng.

This sword, which seems to be slow and fast, a distance of dozens of meters, as if there is no zài, in the light of Yu Ting, it came to naught.

The drizzle of sword qi suddenly appeared in front of Chen Zheng's eyes, and Chen Zheng knew that Yu Ting's cultivation strength was unfathomable, so he immediately turned his original qi and used his sword with all his might.

"Wind Breaking Sword, One Sword Breaking Wind!"

The white-scaled sword slashed out in the air, and the silver sword light flashed out, threatening to cut through the drizzle.

However, the sword light flew into the drizzle, as if a drop of water had melted into the sea, without stirring up a single wave, and not even a sound of swords colliding with swords came out.

"Ever-changing, ethereal, ethereal, one hundred and twenty-three!"

Seeing that a move "one sword to break the wind" was useless, Chen Zheng immediately displayed the strongest sword technique he had mastered so far, and the sword was ethereal and the clouds and mist were drifting.

The grade of the set of swordsmanship of "One Hundred and Twenty-Three Styles of Ever-Changing Clouds and Mist" is not low, and Chen Zheng has fully comprehended its essence, and he has honed and matured in actual combat, and his power is quite good.

But Chen Zheng was not satisfied, he vaguely felt that "One Hundred and Twenty-Three Styles of Thousands of Illusions and Misty Clouds" was not enough to resist Yu Ting's sword rain. When the sword light turned into a cloud in the sky, it also displayed the sword momentum at the same time.

The sword momentum is like waves, tigers, mountains, rivers and peaks, adding weight to the light sword light clouds and mist, adding endless power, making the seemingly light sword light exude a suffocating sense of depression. This feeling of depression made all the trial disciples under the martial arts training ground feel a little breathless.

As soon as the sword momentum came out, the sword light cloud became thicker and thicker, as if it was about to condense the essence of the cloud and mist. However, before it could form a climate, the sword light drizzle had already sprinkled softly, moisturizing things silently, as if the spring rain washed the dust in the sky, washing away the sword light clouds and mist in an instant. R1058