"I won't say much nonsense, Lin Changfeng, I know that your sect has fifteen places. It's not been a few years until the end, so I'm afraid it's already been decided. Today, I will bring my disciples to test the water for you. Li Weixi, the thirteenth elder of the Tianming Sect of Kunwu Mountain, stood up abruptly and said, and then shouted to the disciples behind him, "Cheng Ming." ”

"Yes, Elder. The young man named Cheng Ming stood up after saluting the elders, and said arrogantly, "Let the first place come out and fight with me." ”

Yunxia Mountain fell silent, some people were at a loss, some people were waiting, and some people were panicking.

Brother Dao laughed, to say that there are still five years to the final time, and this sect thinks that the disciple still has a lot of room for improvement, so he ......" The sect elder who greeted the thirteen elders stood up and snorted, but was interrupted by the voice of a beautiful woman.

"Hmph, does the little sect also want to challenge the majesty of the ten major sects?"

The elder's face changed slightly, but in the end, he endured this breath, ignoring the fact that this woman was neither humble nor arrogant to the elder of the Tianming Sect and said: "Elder Li, the number of places in this sect has indeed not been determined, and the elder can also see that the purple-clothed disciples of this sect are all here." Could it be that the elders want to bully the big and compete with these new disciples?"

Fan Wu and other purple-clothed disciples only then understood part of it, judging from the dialogue between the two, it is necessary to select some people to participate in certain things, but there is a quota limit, and these ten major sects are here to occupy the quota.

It seems that they did not occupy the quota of their own sect, and they felt that their strength was stronger than that of other sects, so they came to challenge, and if they won the quota, the sect would be disgraced.

Fan Wu peeked at the indifferent sect master and the elders, I'm afraid, this is the default rule. Unless the lower-ranked sect picks up a treasure, if there is such a treasure disciple who can support the sect, he will not be robbed of the place.

How difficult.

The small sect itself means that the exercise resources, as well as the level of disciples who come to apprentice, are not enough to match the big sect.

"Elder Ben doesn't care if he is a new disciple, since he is a purple-clothed disciple, he may have a quota, just defeat them all, from strong to weak. Thirteenth Elder Li Weixi frowned and finally said such a thing, it seemed that he didn't expect this situation either.

The big sects may not be able to understand the situation that the small sects can't find suitable disciples, after all, the big sects have been able to devote their resources to increase the strength of the selected disciples in the past five years. Small sects depend on individual creation, and the resources that the sect can give are limited.

This is the reason why many purple-clothed disciples are not in the sect but go out.

The sect master was silent for a while, looked at a group of purple-clothed disciples of the sect, and finally said to the young man behind him, "Xu Yan, you go." ”

"Yes, Master. ”

The sect master knew that he couldn't avoid this matter, and there was no result if he dragged it on, so the battle began.

On the high platform, the elder in charge of the formation circled a range of about ten zhang and arranged the formation, "Just use this circle as the limit, and the one who comes out will be judged to lose." ”

The Thirteen Elders didn't say a word, just nodded slightly.

Cheng Ming looked at Xu Yan and said disdainfully, "Don't worry, I won't kill you." ”

Xu Yan hugged his fist without saying a word, cast the seal in his hand, and drew his long sword.

At the same time, Cheng Ming's robe swayed, surrounded by the wind, stretched out the palms of his hands and slowly lifted them upward, and then closed them, and then the wind around him gathered into a cyan long sword.

Before Cheng Ming's long sword was formed, Xu Yan had already commanded the spirit sword to attack it.

The corners of Cheng Ming's mouth showed sarcasm, and he continued to strengthen the gathering of the wind without care, and the spirit sword whirled and pierced into the wind wall around Cheng Ming, but in the end, it only pierced into the tip of the sword and stopped.

Xu Yan was shocked, his face changed slightly, he recalled the spirit sword, and began to accumulate spiritual power to perform a swordsmanship.

The two of them were in a stalemate for only a moment, the cyan long sword was formed, Xu Yan's swordsmanship was accumulated, and the next moment, the two swords collided hard.

The power of the cyan wind sword was like a wind blade, making the formation range roar, and the silver light of the spirit sword was dazzling, and the sharp qi was not too much.

Xu Yan did not hesitate to take out another spirit sword and rushed towards the other party, Cheng Ming was not to be outdone, his hands instantly condensed the dagger of the wind, and crossed in front of him to block Xu Yan's slash.

With a strong push, he threw Xu Yan away, and the spiritual power on the two people was wrapped in their bodies, while resisting the wind blades and sharp qi of the two swords on their heads, they looked at each other fiercely, looking for flaws.

Fan Wu watched the offensive of the two, pursed his thin lips, and traveled far away.

"What's the matter, the divine sense can't hold on, hahaha....." Cheng Ming couldn't help laughing, he believed that at the same level, he couldn't control the two spirit swords, and Xu Yan would definitely not be easy to control.

"Less nonsense. There was anxiety hidden in Xu Yan's serious face, and he attacked with a loud roar. Aura fluctuations flashed under his feet, and the figure of the attack became looming.

"Step on the clouds. Fan Wu heard the senior brother next to him whispering.

Seeing that Fan Wu listened to his words and glanced at himself, the senior brother quietly explained, "Walking on the clouds is the most popular body method in the sect, which improves the flexibility of the body and is conducive to tossing and turning within the range. Looking at Senior Brother Xu's performance, he should have cultivated to a small age. ”

After explaining, he couldn't help but scream, "I don't know what tricks the other party will have." ”

Without letting him think about it much, Cheng Ming directly cast a defensive technique, and the blue light flashed, covering it in it.

His idea is very simple, no matter how fast the other party's body method is, I don't move, you will definitely not spend less aura than me to perform the exercises, and soon the follow-up will be weak.

To his surprise, Xu Yan didn't get closer, and was still flashing around him.

Therefore, in the eyes of everyone, they saw Cheng Ming standing in place, holding the seal in his hand and not moving, and the blue light was bright around him.

And Xu Yan's figure suddenly appeared around Cheng Ming, and suddenly disappeared.

Everyone who watched was confused, but someone with a heart felt that something was wrong, and the first person who noticed it was not the Thirteen Elder Li Weixi nor the Sect Master and others, but the Elder who presided over the formation.

Although the elder was surprised in his heart, he pretended not to know.

Cheng Ming became more and more uneasy, but he couldn't change the seal technique, he didn't think that Xu Yan would let go of this opportunity, so he gritted his teeth and released a defensive charm. That's a little more reassuring.

Cheng Ming was right, Xu Yan was indeed waiting for him to reveal the flaws of that moment, so that he would win.

It's just a pity that Cheng Ming was not forced to make a wrong decision.

Sigh secretly, put down the last small flag, and the formation is completed!

When the last flag was lowered, only those with sensitive perception felt the fluctuation of aura, but Cheng Ming was in the center of the greatest fluctuation of aura, and he didn't feel it.

It wasn't until Xu Yan activated the formation that Cheng Ming was horrified that he couldn't defend himself, and hurriedly shot out an inner armor that was not activated in his body, but unfortunately before the inner armor was fully activated, he was overwhelmed by the overwhelming golden elf qi, and these golden elf qi shot out one by one, as if the golden needle was more terrifying than the golden needle.

The formation didn't last long, and the mana in Xu Yan's body was about to be drained, this formation was not suitable for extracting personal mana, but at this time, there was no other way to quickly provide aura.

Cheng Ming lay on the ground in embarrassment, Xu Yan straightened up his slightly bent shoulders, walked back to his position, and looked at the sect leader Lin Changfeng, "The disciple does not dishonor the master's life." ”

"Well, go down and rest. "The sect master is still indifferent. But anyone with a discerning eye could see that he knew that his disciple's condition was not good, so he directly asked him to go back to recover.

At the last moment, no one stopped the battle, not even the elders of the same sect.

Only one disciple went over and brought the unconscious Cheng Ming back.

The thirteen elders of the Tianming Sect of Kunwu Mountain said indifferently, "Next, Shen Fan." ”