"This Fu Shijian's high comprehension is worthy of being the leader of the new generation of disciples of the Tiannan Sect, and he has initially comprehended the artistic conception just by the peak of the Tongmai Realm. On the VIP seat, the elder of Lanshan Gate exclaimed.

"Ordinary martial artists, if they want to comprehend the artistic conception, they must at least refine the late stage of the Blood Realm, and Fu Shijian can only reach the peak of the Pulse Realm. This son's potential is limitless!" A leader of the forces next to him nodded and sighed.

Not far away, an elder of the Tiannan Sect nodded secretly: "Fu Shijian's qualifications and talents are excellent, and he has such an understanding at the peak of the Tongmai Realm, and it seems that he is also extremely diligent in his cultivation, and this son can be cultivated as a pillar of the Tiannan Sect in the future."

As for Feng Ze, he is also a rare genius who can be used as an elite disciple. ”

"Poof......" received this blow from Fu Shijian, Feng Ze opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood, his body flew upside down dozens of zhang away, lying in the ring, his chest rose and fell sharply.

"You lost. Fu Shijian put his hands behind his back and spoke lightly.

Feng Ze took a deep breath, stood up from the ground with a wry smile, and suddenly, he bowed slightly to Fu Shijian, and said in a deep voice: "Thank you Senior Brother Fu for your mercy." ”

"Hmm. Fu Shijian nodded lightly.

Feng Ze didn't hesitate, he turned around and jumped out of the ring with ease.

Feng Ze knew in his heart that Fu Shijian's continuous attack of more than ten palms just now did not use all his strength, but the speed was extremely fast, and if Fu Shijian had struck out of more than ten palms just now, plus even half of his true qi, Feng Ze would have been seriously injured at least.

Not an opponent at all!

Even if Feng Ze continues to fight, he will only be abused by Fu Shijian.

Under the ring, there was an uproar, many disciples looked at Fu Shijian with admiration, Fu Shijian's strength greatly exceeded the expectations of many disciples, even Feng Ze failed to force Fu Shijian's full strength.

"I'm really looking forward to it, I don't know who can make Senior Brother Fu go all out, perhaps, this year's Inner Gate Competition, no one can force Senior Brother Fu to go all out. A disciple said admiringly.

In the crowd, Chang Le was in deep thought after watching the ring match between Fu Shijian and Feng Ze.

"Fu Shi wins!"

With the announcement of the referee, Fu Shijian also slowly walked down from the ring, and suddenly, his eyes inadvertently saw Chang Le, and Fu Shijian's heart jumped violently.

"Epiphany!?" Fu Shijian exclaimed in surprise and looked at Chang Le with a shocked expression.

The so-called epiphany is that a warrior gets inspiration in an instant, so as to enter a state of epiphany.

The state of epiphany is something that can be encountered but not sought, and once it enters an epiphany, then the strength of this martial artist can be increased at least several times, or even ten times.

When Fu Shijian comprehended the artistic conception back then, in fact, he entered the epiphany before he comprehended the artistic conception.

He knew in his mind how difficult it would be to enter a state of epiphany.

If it weren't for the demonic talent and tenacity, you wouldn't have been able to do this!

Fu Shijian has only entered an epiphany since he has cultivated until now.

But soon, Fu Shijian's brows furrowed. He saw Chang Le's brows furrowed suddenly, and his eyes also opened, as if he noticed Fu Shijian's gaze, and Chang Le also looked over this way.

Fu Shijian smiled: "This is not a state of epiphany, presumably Chang Le has some understanding before falling into contemplation." ”

Epiphany is so easy to get into.

Fu Shijian knew in his heart that Chang Le might have good talent, but he was not so demonic.

Without looking at Chang Le again, Fu Shijian turned around and left directly.

Chang Le was still standing in place, looking at Fu Shijian's back in the distance.

I don't know, he comprehended the artistic conception of fast or slow. Chang Le said secretly, and then turned around and walked towards the periphery of the square, pondering as he went.

In the distance, Shangguan Ming'er, who had also finished the ring match, saw Chang Le's contemplative back, and suddenly stopped his pace when he originally wanted to go over.

"He seems to have understood, and I'd better not bother him. Shangguan Ming'er was not surprised, Chang Le's comprehension was there, and she could fully understand it when she watched a competition.

Just as Shangguan Ming'er was thinking, Situ Xin's face was a little depressed and he walked over.

"It's really depressing, originally I thought that I would be lucky in this ring match and meet a disciple with a lower strength, but I met such a powerful master. Situ Xin muttered.

"Master?" Shangguan Ming'er turned her head and looked at Situ Xin suspiciously.

Situ Xin's strength has also improved a lot since he broke through his cultivation, and the average peak disciple of the Tongmai Realm is not Situ Xin's opponent at all, and she can be called a master, this person's strength is probably very strong.

Situ Xin nodded and said, "Yes, his name is Wu Rong, and he is also the peak of the Tongmai Realm, and his sword skills are extremely powerful, I feel ...... It's just like when I saw Chang Le perform his swordsmanship before. ”

"It's the same as when Chang Le used his swordsmanship?" Shangguan Ming'er's heart was slightly shocked, but she knew in her heart that Chang Le had a half-step sword intent.

However, every time Chang Le released his sword strength to attack, it was hidden on the sword, so Situ Xin and the others didn't know about it.

But this doesn't mean that Situ Xin doesn't know Chang Le's powerful and powerful swordsmanship when he exerts his sword strength.

And at this moment, Situ Xin said that Wu Rong's sword technique was the same as when Chang Le used his sword technique, didn't he say...... Wu Rong comprehended the strength of the knife?

It's the same as sword strength, isn't it sword strength?

Without thinking much about it, she immediately walked towards the square with Situ Xin, chatting casually.

The inner door competition has been carried out so far, and the top thirteen have been decided, and tomorrow, these thirteen disciples will be one by one, each other in the ring, the winner gets one point, the loser deducts one point, the tie does not add points or deduct points, and finally ranks according to the number of points.

In other words, if you win them all, you will get twelve points.

In the center of his courtyard, Chang Le was quietly cross-legged on the ground, sometimes frowning, sometimes frowning.

After a while, Chang Le suddenly stood up and pulled out the Spirit Shaking Sword, which was actually compared in place, and the speed of the sword became faster and faster, and in the end, it was not inferior to the dozen palms that Fu Shijian had displayed before.

But out of more than a dozen swords, Chang Le stopped abruptly, and said to himself with a frown: "No, no! I struck out these dozens of swords, and each sword had a gap time, and at that time, Fu Shijian completed the attack of more than ten palms in an instant! Fu Shijian, how did he manage to strike more than ten palms in an instant?"

Chang Le thought quietly, the dozen palms that Fu Shijian and Feng Ze struck against each other, there was no doubt that they must have used the artistic conception.

He felt that if he fused the artistic conception that Fu Shijian had comprehended with the half-step sword intent, he was afraid that the power of the half-step sword intent would instantly increase by several layers!

Soon, the night passed in the blink of an eye.

In the early morning of the next day, in the courtyard, Chang Le was still cross-legged on the ground.

Suddenly, Chang Le opened his eyes, his tightly knit brows expanded, and he shook his head and thought to himself: "Fu Shijian's dozen palms, there is a sense of meaning contained in it, when I saw him palm, there was a distance away, and I couldn't tell what his artistic conception was, if, if I let me compete with him face to face......"

Chang Le's eyes suddenly lit up, and after thinking all night, he didn't think of anything, but he knew very well that every time Fu Shijian made a palm, it was contained in it with a sense of meaning.

And what Chang Le had felt before was related to Fu Shijian's artistic conception. It's a pity that he doesn't know the artistic conception contained in Fu Shijian's palm, whether it is a fast artistic conception or a slow artistic conception.

This is a very crucial point, if Chang Le can detect Fu Shijian's artistic conception, he will definitely be able to comprehend something.

In fact, even those strong people who had cultivated to reach the Blood Refining Realm, after seeing Fu Shijian's palm, they couldn't tell whether it was a fast artistic conception or a slow artistic conception.

However, Chang Le is very sure that Fu Shijian did comprehend a wisp of artistic conception.

Without thinking about it, he got up and washed his body, and Chang Le walked slowly towards the inner gate square.

The last ring match was a bye, so now Changle has entered the top thirteen.

Next, there is a ring competition in the form of points, and the top thirteen disciples need to compete in the ring with the other twelve disciples.

In other words, Chang Le will definitely have a ring match with Fu Shijian next.

Inner Gate Square.

Although it was still just dawn, the inner gate square was already full of a large number of disciples at this moment, and many disciples got up early and rushed here in order to occupy a good position to watch the game.

In the square, many disciples looked excited and excited. This year's Inner Gate Competition, up to now, is the last step, and it is also the most intense and exciting.

"The next ring competition is in the form of points, and at the end of the points competition, the top 100 rankings of this year's Inner Gate Competition will be completely out, I am really looking forward to it, I don't know if the top ten will be those disciples. ”

"Senior Brother Fu, Senior Brother Shi Gangshi, and Senior Brother Hongqi, the three of them are the top three contenders in this year's Inner Gate Competition. ”

"The collision of geniuses and geniuses is really exciting. ”

No matter what the many disciples said, the ring competition had already begun.

"Attention all disciples, please go to the ring to prepare for the competition according to their respective tokens. An elder in a green robe at the inner door said loudly.

As the elder's words fell, dozens of disciples with varying cultivation levels began to walk towards their respective rings in the square.

"Ring five, I don't know who my opponent is. Chang Le held a black triangular token and also headed towards the fifth ring in the square.

In the fifth ring.

"Chang Le, Wang Shan, can you two be ready?" The referee glanced at Chang Le, then at a young man opposite Chang Le, and said in a deep voice.

Chang Le nodded, and the young man opposite also nodded indifferently.

Wang Shan, the peak of the Tongmai Realm, like Shangguan Ming'er, Hongqi and others, he has also served as an inspector, and Wang Shan has served as an inspector, and his qualifications and talents are naturally extremely good.

Under the ring, many disciples looked at Chang Le and Wang Shan on the stage.

Chang Le's luck is nothing to say, he had a bye in the last round, and he was lucky to enter the top thirteen directly, and then even if he loses every ring match, he can still maintain the thirteenth place. ”

Chang Le's strength is ranked at most twenty, but he rushed into the top thirteen, but even so, his ranking remains in the thirteenth place at most, and it is difficult to improve. ”

Many disciples discussed, very optimistic about Chang Le.

After all, Chang Le's cultivation was too low, and he was only in the middle of the pulse realm.

In this year's Inner Gate Competition, the top fifty disciples with the lowest cultivation are all in the late stage of the Tongmai Realm, and the number is only five, while Chang Le, who is only in the middle of the Tongmai Realm, has entered the top twenty...... Many are not convinced.

"Hmph, it's just luck. "Some disciples with good strength are not reconciled.

However, there are also disciples who think that Chang Le's strength is very strong: "Don't be blinded by Chang Le's cultivation, he can defeat the iron hand Wu Hang, defeat Yang Wuying, and make Huang Ming pay great attention to him, will his strength be low?"

Immediately, some disciples refuted.

Someone continued: "That's right, Chang Le's strength is definitely an extremely terrifying level, but you just don't know it!"

Don't forget, Chang Le's best skill is swordsmanship, when the Yangcheng Beast Tide was in battle, Chang Le's talent was at the eighth peak of the sea realm, and he resisted the fifth-level low-level wolf king with his own strength, and the strength of the fifth-level low-level wolf king doesn't need me to say, it's easy to kill you in seconds. ”

Hearing this, many disciples couldn't help but be moved: The eighth peak of the Qi Sea Realm, resisting the fifth-level low-level wolf king?

The fifth-level low-level wolf king is comparable to the powerhouse in the early stage of the blood refining realm, so perverted!

And now, Chang Le's cultivation has reached the middle stage of the Tongmai realm, and his strength is ...... How powerful is it?

A disciple pondered for a moment and said, "Some time ago, didn't Chang Le go to the Lilian Mountain Range with Senior Sister Situ, Chen Feng and the others to do that task of investigating the beast tide? ”

"What?!"

"What are you kidding, the fifth-level top-level demon beast is comparable to the powerhouse in the late stage of the Blood Refining Realm, and at that time, Chang Le was only in the early stage of the Pulse Realm......"

"Brother, don't tease us, don't talk nonsense. There was a stir all around.

At that time, Chang Le and Situ Xin and others entered the Lilian Mountain Range to investigate the matter of the Yangcheng Beast Tide, and the sect was forbidden to say it, so basically no one knew about it in the inner gate.

Of course, there are exceptions.

The disciple who spoke before nodded slightly, and said in a deep voice: "I just heard that whether it's true or not, I don't know." ”

Many disciples exhaled lightly, if it was true, then Chang Le was really too perverted.

But this matter should be fake, otherwise wouldn't Chang Le be the same as Fu Shijian and others, a top genius?

Between the discussions of many disciples, in the ring, Chang Le and Wang Shan stood head-on.

Wang Shan held a golden long stick, which stood on his side, looking extremely heavy, and also giving people an incomparable sense of oppression, he looked at Chang Le and sneered: "Good luck, the first point is in hand." ”

"It's too early to say that. Chang Le said lightly.

Wang Shan's strength can probably be ranked tenth, which is quite good.

"I said the first point is in hand, then the first point is definitely in hand. Wang Shan sneered, and the whirring wind suddenly sounded, and the golden long stick that had been erected beside him was suddenly lifted up by him.

"This golden stick of mine weighs a thousand and one catties, even if I don't use my true qi, just the golden stick can smash it into a meat pie. Wang Shanshui sneered, and the contempt in his words was extremely obvious.

Chang Le couldn't help but squint his eyes, the golden stick weighed a thousand and one catties?

His Spirit Shaking Sword, weighing four hundred and sixty-eight catties, is already quite heavy, and even if an ordinary martial artist gets the True Spirit Sword, it is difficult to wield it for a long time, let alone fight.

And Wang Shan's golden stick actually weighed one thousand and one catties, twice the weight of Chang Lezhen's spirit sword.

With such a heavy long stick, even Chang Le will feel hard to wield, and if he fights for a long time, he is afraid that he will not be able to defeat the enemy, and he will be tired and panting.