The golden dragon rushed into Han Shu's body, and transformed into mental power to nourish Han Shu's body, at this time it was Yan Long's real recognition of the master, and suddenly the state of the whole person became indomitable, only the strong can make Yan Long bow his head, become a sword in the master's hand, and conquer the world.

Han Shu was immersed in the nourishment of Yan Long, and unconsciously it was the fifth day, when he opened his eyes, he had already broken through to the ghost realm, and now Han Shu had the confidence to stand with Sun Chengcheng head-on, and his soul power had reached the spiritual realm, and his mental power had reached the ghost realm, and he had Yan Long in his hand, and he was arrogant, so that the state of the whole person was raised to the extreme.

Xiao Ran walked out of the room, she had already woken up from Ruyu's comprehension, and she was not worried that Han Shu had been waiting for him here.

Han Shu and Xiao Ran walked down the early summer peak together, and they hesitated to be the same as the master and the mother.

The council hall had gathered a large number of disciples early on, not only new students, but also disciples from the previous session. The disciples of the Yuyan Sect have always been maintained in two generations, and after the disciples of the first generation have reached a certain realm or the cultivation time has arrived, they can choose to stay in the mountain peak to cultivate or enter the world Hongchen to marry a wife and have children, and they will not interfere. If you reach the realm of false faith, you can stay in the sect and become a generation of elders, but this will take a lot of time, and it takes a lot of energy to cultivate for each level of cultivation.

Sun Chengcheng stood in the ring early, holding the machete in both hands: I thought you didn't dare to come, hurry up and let me knock you down, watching you one-on-one is the most unpleasant.

Han Shu jumped onto the stage with Yan Long on his back, stretched his waist, and said lazily: Senior sister must not have been in love, let me tell you, this feeling is really good, to tell the truth, the boss is not small, hurry up and find someone, and, you have to change it yourself, such a big machete, it's a pity that your Lori is big, who dares to talk to you, let alone send you a flower, dedication and hospitality, girl, take the initiative.

Sun Chengcheng laughed: The little brother knows quite a lot, what, you want to stimulate me with words, otherwise, if you win against me, I will chase you, how about we practice together. After speaking, he glanced at Xiao Ran provocatively.

Han Shu's careful thinking was seen through at once, and he wanted to disturb Sun Chengcheng's heart. Unexpectedly, he was countered by the army, glanced at Xiao Ran, put away his smile, Yan Long stuck on the ground, and hugged his fists: Senior sister, please advise.

Sun Chengcheng glared at Han Su: My wife is strict, but I am also a good man, I have a kind heart, and I am half disabled. After speaking, holding the machete in one hand, he slashed horizontally, and the blue light swept towards Han Shu's neck.

Han Shu was frightened for a while, is this a half-crippled way of playing, it's obviously a killing move. The cactus was pushed out, ten steps backwards, blocking the blue mang, the eyes were yellow and the big golden hand smashed on Sun Chengcheng's head, Sun Chengcheng put his hands together, the blue shield was covered outside, the golden hand smashed on the shield, making a loud noise, but the shield did not move at all, Han Shu rushed forward, his hands were entwined with mental power, and he wanted to enter the body in hand-to-hand combat, the golden hand could not break through the shield and disappeared, Sun Chengcheng did not give Han Shu a chance to fight hand-to-hand, he rose into the air, held the knife with both hands, and slashed down, Han Shu didn't have time to think about it, he could only raise his hand to block, but he was not affected by the impact of the force, his brows were slightly furrowed, he wanted to retreat, but he couldn't stop it, and the machete was absorbing the mental power in Han Su's body, couldn't break free for a while, and said lightly: Dementor. Sun Chengcheng was always affected, the gravitational pull of the machete plummeted, and Han Shu retracted his body and retreated sharply.

Sun Chengcheng fell to the ground flutteringly, and said with a smile: Little brother, it doesn't seem to be very good, okay, I won the battle with my sister, and my sister will give you candy to eat.

Han Shu's face was solemn, when he just blocked the machete, his mental power was sucked away by a trace, if it wasn't for the soul skill interfering with Sun Chengcheng and getting rid of the suction of the machete, it would only take a while for the mental power to be sucked out, then there would be no need to fight. Pulling out Yan Long, the scabbard was still stuck on the ground, holding the sword with one hand, Yan Long let out a dragon groan, and said with a smile: Senior sister, if you want to ask me if I can do it, I must say yes, man, you can't say you can't at any time.

Sun Chengcheng scolded with a smile, holding the machete and slashing it on his head, the golden shield condensed layer by layer, suspending the offensive, holding Yan Long in his hand, sweeping Sun Chengcheng's waist, Sun Chengcheng did not retreat but advanced, surrounded by mental power, protecting his body, the machete smashed heavily on the golden shield, the shield was overwhelmed, and dissipated instantly, Han Shu couldn't dodge, was smashed on the back by the machete, flew out upside down, and his back clothes were soaked with blood, Han Shu stood up and smiled bitterly: Is the difference in the realm so big, it's just a pity that the Mahayana Sutra has not been cultivated in time, and the soul power cannot be exerted.

Sun Chengcheng didn't give Han Shu a chance to breathe, and the machete slashed on the ground and shouted: Lan Yan. A blue phantom appeared on the ground, like a swallow, rushing like a cold dream, the dragon Yan sword rushed out, the dragon's groans filled the heaven and the earth, in the clouds, the golden dragon bowed his head slightly, roared, and hit like a blue phantom, the explosion above the ring, the sect master took action to protect the disciples under the ring, the dust dispersed, Chen Chengcheng held the machete intact, and said: Yan Long, I wasn't sure just now, it's true, boy, just at this sword and his previous master, I decided, don't cripple you, just knock you out of the ring, the person I once admired, today you can fight like this, it's already good, I hope you live up to this sword。

Han Shu grinned and said: I will definitely live up, the first battle is to defeat you. The golden light of the whole body skyrocketed, and all the soul power was released, leaving no trace, and shouted: Soul dementor. It's time to start fighting, Sun Chengcheng holds the machete horizontally and defends against the soul technique, once it is invaded and causes mental damage, it is not good. The golden light of the cold is getting stronger and stronger, and it is light: broken. Sun Chengcheng's mind was invaded by soul power, and his movements appeared a little sluggish, and now, Yan Long plunged straight into the ground, swiped his fingers on the sword body, and shouted with a pale face: Hongyan.

Yan Longjian's first move, Hongyan, a woman's huge red back appeared behind Han Shu, the surrounding petals were scattered, just the back was already a country and a city, Sun Chengcheng was just disturbed by the soul power and came to the clear, Lan Yan's phantom appeared, Han Shu's soul power had reached the spiritual realm, Sun Chengcheng was only a little disturbed, it can be seen that the soul power is strong, as if he is also a soul refiner. The woman's background let out a slight sigh and dissipated, a sigh was like a sharp sword, directly hitting Sun Chengcheng's soul, for a while Sun Chengcheng stood in place, his soul was damaged, his eyes were dull, Lan Yan retreated, Han Shu stared at Sun Chengcheng, are you going to win? Sun Chengcheng slowly held the machete, Han Shu smiled bitterly: After all, he only played half a move, and now his whole body has no mental power and soul power, and he lost miserably.

Sun Chengcheng picked up the machete, walked towards Han Shu step by step, and halfway through, fell straight to the ring, fainting.

The disciples in the audience cheered incredibly, and they actually won, no one was optimistic about Han Shu before, Han Shu pulled out Long Yan, walked to the throne, held Long Yan obliquely, and asked: Am I qualified now?

The disciples in the audience hugged their fists one after another: see Senior Brother. Han Shu laughed, sat on the throne, and looked at Xiao Ran with a gentle face, you are my red face