The Linguang Sword is a set of swordsmanship, and it is also a sword, it is the Dao Sword of the Heavenly Dao Academy, and more precisely, it has always been the sword of Vice President Zhuang. This sword is not ranked in the list of 100 weapons, but the power is not far from those weapons in the later part of the list, if ordinary people are slashed three times in a row by the Linguang Sword, no matter how perfect the marrow is, it will be separated from the head, at least it is seriously injured, and it can't get up, but Chen Changsheng stood up with his hand on the stone wall.

It's just that after all, he was still injured a lot, and blood overflowed from the three sword marks on his chest, which looked a little terrifying.

"Is this the kind of Cheng dù?"

Zhuang Changyu looked at him expressionlessly, and after a pause, he said in an accentuated tone: "How can Cheng Dù be qualified to be His Highness's teacher like this?"

The Royal Highness in his sentence is naturally not the princess of Pingguo, nor the king of Chen Liu, but His Royal Highness Luoluo.

"If you really have mastered the Yasakibu, or can make me fearful, but your Jeshuabu is a fake after all, or just an imitation, plausible, how can it be used in battle? ”

Zhuang Changyu looked at him and continued: "Just like those True Yuan Running Methods you taught His Highness, they seem to be exquisite, but in fact, they are taking the evil path of not being able to enter the hall, and they are playing clever, if you really want Your Highness to have a better future, you should let her continue to stay in the Heavenly Dao Academy, and study the authentic exercises of the Xuan School to solve that problem." ”

Yes, this is the origin of his resentment towards Chen Changsheng, this is why he is dissatisfied with Chen Changsheng, he hopes that Chen Changsheng can be stronger and prove that he and the world are qualified to be His Highness's teacher, instead of being easily defeated by him like now, it turns out that he is just a person who deceives the world and steals his name.

"That's a matter of our Anglican Academy, thank you for your advice, but I don't necessarily accept it. ”

Chen Changsheng raised his right arm, wiped the blood beads on his chin with his sleeve, looked at Zhuang Changyu and said.

Zhuang Changyu raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at him and shouted unhappily: "Do you still want to be obsessed and not regretful?" Facts have proven that no matter how perfect you are and how strong your defense ability is, you can't be the opponent of a truly strong person after all, because the number of your true yuan is too thin and your realm is too bad. ”

Chen Changsheng was silent, looking down at the hilt of the sword he was gripping tightly.

Seeing that he didn't react, Zhuang Changyu became even more angry for some reason, and said in a cold voice: "Cultivation is a university question, and the battle ultimately depends on Zhenyuan to beat people." Since ancient times, the practice of washing the marrow is the first, and the rear is to sit and pass through the shadows, each pass has its own reason, washing the marrow is the premise of sitting and taking photos, but it is not a means of fighting, your true yuan is so thin, you can't sit in the first realm, but you want to defeat the opponent with the ability to wash the marrow, how arrogant and ignorant, I said that you have embarked on the wrong path? You just go by yourself, do you still want to bring His Highness to this road of no return?"

There was silence in the Dust Washing Building, only the voice of this young powerhouse of the Heavenly Dao Academy echoed coldly and strongly, falling to the yellow sand.

"The realm is too low, in vain, sure enough, Chen Changsheng can only come here. ”

In the dark room on the second floor, the voice of the dean of the Star Picking Academy sounded, some emotion, some regret, and some relief.

The room was huge, and people sat in their seats, silent, listening to the sound of Zhuang moulting coming from the window, and made the same judgment about this fight.

In the previous round of battles, Chen Changsheng was able to defeat the young powerhouse in Frost City, who was ranked more than 20 on the Qingyun List, because he exerted his body speed to the extreme, and the sudden Ye Zhi Step made the Frost City master a little caught off guard, and finally lost at the level of strength that he could fully exert in close combat.

But this round his opponent was Zhuang Moult.

Zhuang Changyu is the most outstanding student of the Heavenly Dao Academy, practicing the authentic exercises of the Xuan School, every step of the practice is extremely solid and steady, never rushing, and there are the teachings of the academy teacher, extremely experienced, with the absolute advantage of the true yuan and moves, directly crushed Chen Changsheng, did not give the opponent any chance to get close at all, and naturally put an end to any accidents.

"Dean Mao Qiuyu is tall and extraordinary. The Bishop of the Shrine sighed.

The big people in the room have been watching the battle for a long time, and they have seen the folding sleeves and Gou Hanshi's shots, and they know that Zhuang Changyu is not the person with the strongest cultivation in the realm, but he is the most stable person, in other words, it may be difficult for him to break out and cross the border to defeat a strong person like Gou Hanshi, but as long as the opponent is weaker than him, there is absolutely no way to defeat him.

Especially after watching this battle, people even vaguely feel that Zhuang Moult is higher than the rumored level, even if it is against His Royal Highness Luoluo or folding his sleeves, I am afraid that he will also have the power of a battle, and the outcome is difficult to determine in advance, how can his opponent Chen Changsheng be his opponent.

Yes, the big names watching the battle, including the priests of the palace in the rest of the room, had already pronounced Chen Changsheng's defeat.

After a few battles, it has been confirmed that this student of the National Religious Academy, who had not been able to practice a few months ago, had indeed successfully cleansed his marrow, but he was only sitting in the initial realm, and there was still a big gap between him and the real powerhouse who participated in the Great Dynasty Examination, whether it was the number of true yuan, the amount of refinement, or other aspects.

Chen Changsheng was able to go so far and entered the quarterfinals of the Great Dynasty Trial, except for luck, relying entirely on his unimaginable speed and strength. And now, his luck has lost its meaning, because all opponents are real powerhouses, and no matter how incredible the speed and strength are, it is meaningless, because those strong people can directly crush him in terms of realm and true element quantity, as long as he is not like the young master of Frost City in the previous round, he has no chance of winning - the gap in realm cannot be made up by hard work or courage.

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"Sure enough, is the number of true elements the most important?" Chen Changsheng said to himself as he looked at the short sword he was holding tightly in his hand.

Zhuang Changyu looked at him and frowned slightly, not knowing what he meant by saying such things at this time.

Chen Changsheng's face did not have any expression, it looked a little wooden, no one could see that his heart was struggling at this time, hesitating whether to take the risk or not.

The true element of the practitioner comes from the stars in the night sky, and at the same time that the starlight is purified by the marrow, the starlight containing strange energy will also enter the practitioner's body, and when he sits down, it will be triggered or ignited by the cultivator's divine consciousness, and become the true element that the practitioner can use freely.

Chen Changsheng's true yuan number is indeed very small, and it is very impure, his meridians are all broken, how can he make the true yuan run like himself? But he still has a lot of starlight hidden in his body, in other words, as long as he wants, he can let himself have more true yuan quantity, but it will be a great risk.

In the underground space under the abandoned well of Beixinqiao, before the black dragon, for some reason, he actually skipped the pass of washing the marrow and directly sat on the photo, his current physical strength is much stronger than at that time, but it is still difficult for him to make up his mind to sit on the photo again, because once he fails, he will most likely die.

The medical case in the commentary to the Sutra and his own experience bear witness to this.

It takes only courage to take the first adventure in the shadow of death, and the second adventure requires even more courage.

Fortunately, on the night of the Qingteng Banquet and the day of the forced sitting, he had already experienced two lives and deaths in the underground space, before the black dragon, and he had really thought twice about death that he had been thinking about for many years, and he had figured out a lot of things - in the face of death, he still would not surrender, but he was no longer as afraid as before.

Just like at this time, in the face of a strong enemy like Zhuang Changmoult, he will not surrender, let alone fear.

He raised his head, looked at Zhuang Changmoult, and said, "Since that's the case, then I'll try." ”

Except for him, no one in the dust-washing building knew about it, and they couldn't guess it.

Chen Changsheng closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then spit it out.

It was as if bubbles were bubbling from the bottom of the spring.

Between breaths, there was almost no air in his lungs, and suddenly they were empty, not even air.

His sea of consciousness woke up, and the sea was gently rippling.

An extremely condensed divine consciousness was born from his sea of consciousness, and it swayed upward, not knowing where it was going in the blue sky, as if it was about to leave this world.

In another moment, that divine consciousness returned from the blue sky to the ground, reflexively shrunk, from the outside in, into his body, and into that small world.

His divine consciousness turned into a fresh wind, moving freely back and forth in that heaven and earth.

The breeze is him, he is the breeze.

He saw the nine traversal mountains, the boundless wasteland, and the lake that hung in the air.

Finally, he saw the snowy field.

The snow field was cut into dozens of pieces by extremely deep cracks.

Compared to the other day, when he sat and looked inside, this snowfield was much thicker, and even at this time, some snowflakes were still falling.

He hasn't stopped drawing starlight into his body these days.

Those snowflakes are extremely pure starlight, as long as they are touched and ignited by the divine sense, they will turn into clear water that nourishes this heaven and earth, and those clear water are the true element.

In the words of Zhuang Changyu, in the words of many people, and in the countless words of the Daozang, the most important true yuan for cultivators.

Chen Changsheng hesitated for a short moment.

He really wasn't afraid of death now, but he didn't want to suffer that pain again, because that kind of pain would most likely make him pass out on the spot, and if that happened, the battle would naturally be lost.

But after all, it's something to do.

Hesitation to hesitation, the breeze did not stop, and fell fluttering towards a snowfield in the southeast corner.

It was like a wildfire, falling on a mountain full of dead leaves.

With a bang, the snowfield burned violently.

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The room on the second floor was very quiet, and the bigwigs sat in their respective chairs and were silent, waiting for Chen Changsheng to admit defeat, waiting for the end of this battle, waiting for the end of this year's imperial test, and the attempt or attempt of the old forces of the state religion suffered the heaviest blow.

However, at this time, a breath suddenly appeared in the dust washing building.

The breath was a little violent, very intense, as if someone had lit a bonfire downstairs, and it was very hot.

Mo Yu's expression was slightly awe-inspiring, and he stood up, and the palace skirt dragged out an afterimage in the dim room, and instantly swept to the window.

She looked through the paper flowers on the window and looked downstairs, without any expression on her face, but there was a strange color in her eyes.

The big people present are all strong people with a high realm, where can they not perceive what that breath represents, no one pays attention to the strength realm that Mo Yu showed in the previous moment, they all came to the window, looked downstairs, and as far as the line of sight, their expressions changed suddenly, and they were a little speechless for a while.

In front of the stone wall downstairs, Chen Changsheng stood in the yellow sand with his eyes closed, and next to his bare feet was the sand wet with blood dripping from his body.

The violent, fiery aura came from his body.

People clearly felt that his realm was improving, the true yuan in his body was increasing, and his aura was becoming stronger.

In his divine perception, he became brighter and brighter.

It's like a real campfire.

"How is this possible?"

"How is this possible!"

People stood by the window, looking at this scene, and the expressions on their faces became extremely strange and shocking.

At this time, Chen Changsheng actually began to sit and look at himself, he was turning Xinghui into True Yuan!

The problem is that, except for the beginning, when the cultivator burned all the starlight accumulated before into the True Yuan, and there would be such a strong aura overflowing, how could there be such a big movement when the cultivator introduced the Starlight to cultivate the True Yuan?

Chen Changsheng: This is the first time to sit and look at yourself?

Impossible, through the first few rounds of fighting, people know very well that he has now completed the cultivation from marrow cleansing to sitting in the shadow, otherwise there would be no true flow of true yuan in his body.

So what's going on with this picture now?

Could it be that there are people in this world who can take two first sitting photos?

There was a dead silence in the dust-washing building.

Everyone was stunned and speechless.

Whether it's those well-informed big people by the window, or those priests who leave the palace.

Zhuang Chang Mo was even more surprised and speechless.

The temperature in the building instantly increased.

Chen Changsheng closed his eyes, but the yellow sand at his feet floated up, and the sand and gravel that had been condensed by blood and water had dried and scattered after being roasted by the invisible high temperature.

All the blood and water were turned into green smoke.

In the fluttering yellow sand, Chen Changsheng's face became redder and redder, and he could feel that his body was getting hotter and hotter.

Looking at this scene, one of the Templar archbishops frowned slightly, calming down a little.

He didn't know why Chen Changsheng was able to take a second first photo, but he could see that this young man had no way to control the burning of the starlight in his body.

"If this continues, even if he doesn't get burned to death, his sanity will be burned out. Chen Liuwang said worriedly.

As long as the marrow cleansing is successful, the practitioner's body will be able to withstand the heat and power brought by the transformation of starlight into true essence at the time of the first light. But Chen Changsheng's sitting photo at this time was obviously a little weird, the number of starlight burning in his body seemed to be too much, and the temperature of his body was difficult to suppress and keep rising.

The dust-washing building became hotter and hotter, and the sound of cicadas suddenly came from outside the building, as if summer was coming in advance.

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There is a palace in the depths of the palace.

In the corner of the palace there is a gray clay pot.

There is a plant in the pot, with several green stems and branches, but only one green leaf.

The edges of the green leaves are slightly withered and slightly curled.

"When I get old, my memory has really deteriorated a lot, and I actually forgot to water it again. ”

The Pope walked over to the clay pot, looked at the green leaves and sighed.

Then he picked up the wooden ladle and reached for the pool beside the basin.

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