As the daughter of Lingzong, Zhao Lingyun naturally has no shortage of good things.

For example, the white silk she used to injure Sister Pei Ling was a rare high-grade spiritual weapon.

It's also strange to say, no one in the Ming Mingchen Continent has risen in the past 10,000 years, but the immortal cultivation realm that should have gone to the next level has not only not progressed, but is eating the old book.

It is like a flower that has passed its flowering period and is gradually dying.

The aura of the Ming Ming Chen Continent has not weakened anything, but no one has ever ascended.

Not only that, neither the refiner nor the alchemist in the future can match the predecessors.

So much so that the things left behind by the predecessors are regarded as treasures.

Mingying also has a lot of hands on her, and she also admits that these are all top-notch and easy-to-use things.

As for the things in her storage bracelet, they were even more regarded as artifacts.

I already knew that now the major immortal cultivation sects only have one or two artifacts in their hands, and the other most precious spiritual weapons.

It's a pity that compared to the sword in Mingying's hand, this white silk is really not enough to see.

However, after a few rounds, the long white silk was cut into rags by Mingying's black iron sword.

Seeing that his weapon was in tatters, Zhao Lingyun directly lost his mind and released himself to the spirit beast.

Except for the dying Frost and Snow Beast that Ming Ying had seen before.

But for some reason, this young frost beast has grown up, and although its combat power is amazing, it is a bit like a puppet that has been controlled.

Mingying has consciously and cultivated a lot.

Her natal sword "Changfeng" is the hair that Kunpeng is eager to find his replaced, plus the coming of that illusion, the black meteoric iron, and those rare treasures are intertwined.

It's a natal sword tailored for her.

The unrestrained wind is everywhere, and wherever she wants to be, it will become her slaughterhouse.

The ubiquitous wind drove with her, and every wisp of sword qi caused the wound deep into the bone marrow.

The Golden Armor Beast still knew that the pain was retreating, but the Frost Snow Beast only knew about the brutal and clumsy attack, even if the wound was bleeding and the white bones were exposed, it didn't care.

The bulky Golden Armor Beast and the Frost Snow Beast couldn't catch Ming Ying, and looking at her relaxed appearance, Zhao Lingyun finally couldn't help but take out something from the storage ring.

Taking advantage of the fact that everyone's attention was no longer on him, Zhao Lingyun carefully flicked the turntable.

This time, she thought that the invincible weapon had been put down by something, and the crunching sound was particularly harsh.

Mingying, who heard the voice, turned around and saw the silver needle tied to her shield.

Other than that, what surprised her the most was the twisting and churning demonic energy on the silver needle.

Alas?

The long sword was raised, and the silver needle fell to the ground.

The originally inconspicuous demonic aura grew larger in an instant, and suddenly attracted the attention of the people around him: "Demonic qi?!" ”

"How can there be demonic energy here?"

"Alert! Beware of demonic cultivators around!! ”

Seeing that the killing move he prepared failed, Zhao Lingyun lowered her eyes, her eyes were full of resentment and unwillingness.

But in the end, he screamed with everyone.

The challenge came to an abrupt end before the winner could be decided.

Just looking at Zhao Lingyun, who was silent in the crowd, Mingying always felt that this demonic qi came from a bit of a coincidence.

Hidden Sword Mountain is heavily guarded, no matter how you say it, it is impossible for a demon cultivator to get in, or it is not easy for ordinary demon cultivators to get in.

And the demon cultivator who can come in, isn't it easy to want her life? There is no need to carry out a sneak attack by such means.

After this incident, the patrol of Zangjian Mountain doubled, and the atmosphere became much more depressed and serious.

If it weren't for the official start of the sect competition, it is estimated that everyone would be trapped to death.

Although it is said that it is a great competition between sects, in fact, as long as it is a monk of the same level, regardless of sect, can participate.

Monks of the same level only need to win 100 games to advance.

It was probably because Ming Ying was too famous when she was training in Zangjian Mountain a few days ago, and no one was willing to come to her for a while.

But there are only 20 in the ring, and there are hundreds of applicants, and there are always people who can't hold on to themselves.

After waiting for a while, Mingying finally ushered in her opponent.

The person who came was dressed in green clothes, with a weak willow supporting the wind, and when he came to the stage, he saluted respectfully to Ming Ying and said: "When is the heart valley in the next place, come to challenge." ”

"Loose cultivation Mingying, please-"

There is no need to talk nonsense, the two sides are quick to get started.

The silver needles trembling with cold light struck from all directions with a pouring force, and they were bound to pierce people into hedgehogs.

But the long sword like the wind wrapped the girl tightly in the wind, and her sword was fast, blocking the attacking silver needles with every blow.

Waiting for the silver needle to be shot down, a steady stream of charms burned with flames.

The water that spread from the soles of her feet at some point condensed into ice and froze her in place.

Groups of vipers and scorpions rushed towards her at a rapid pace, their long scorpion tails glowing green.

Such a large group is the degree to which people will directly feel dense phobia.

Although Mingying was not afraid, she was still somewhat cautious.

The people around watched the fight here, and many people surrounded it.

Seeing that Ming Ying was pressed and beaten like this, a disciple who didn't know the situation sarcastically said: "What do you say that this loose cultivation is very powerful, it's just that." ”

On the side, the disciples of Hidden Sword Mountain, who had watched many scenes, were meaningful: "What's the hurry, people haven't made a move yet." ”

Before he could get closer, a strong gust of wind suddenly blew,

The spell that was supposed to burn to Mingying was blown back directly.

The long wind came out of the sheath, just a trick of "autumn wind sweeping the leaves", and all the poisonous scorpions and centipedes on the ground collapsed to the ground, and one or two fell out of their stomachs and crossed their feet.

The person who was frozen in place disappeared when the scorpion was turned over, and when he immediately became vigilant, pinched the medicine bottle in his hand, and cautiously observed the surroundings.

No one can be found.

No matter up or down, you can't see anyone.

His cold hair stood on end, and suddenly, someone tapped him on the shoulder: "Are you looking for me?" ”

The poisonous water was sprinkled all over the ground and pounced on the air.

It fell to the ground with a sizzling sound, and it corroded a large stone.

Immediately after that, someone patted her on the other shoulder: "Where do you look?" I'm here......"

Like a cat playing with a mouse, this disciple of the Valley of Asking Heart had nowhere to escape, and after a few times, the long sword of Ming Ying, who had finally seen the poison of the Valley of Questioning, finally landed on the other party's shoulder.

When you know you can't win, you admit defeat happily: "I lost." ”

Ming Ying put her sword into the sheath: "You're polite." ”

The strong man watching from the audience looked disdainful: "It's just that he runs faster, if it is replaced by me, he can't take me if he stands still and hits her with her." ”

After the two sides said goodbye amicably, the strong man jumped up excitedly.

Seeing Ming Ying's slender figure, he was full of arrogance: "I am the iron bull of Jinzhongmen, and I have come to ask you for advice." ”

"You're welcome."

Ming Ying answered, drew her sword and rushed out.