Looking at the "Biying" fairy sword in front of him, Yao Liang stopped instantly and looked at Yanling with a bitter expression, "Senior sister, what do you mean by this?" Su Chen is my friend, I have to go up to help him." ”

Hearing Yao Liang talk about Su Chen, Yanling's heart trembled, lowered her brows, and said, "Senior Brother Yao, this is what Senior Uncle Li meant, Senior Brother Don't forget your identity." ”

"Senior sister, although she said this, Brother Chen'er does not belong to the head of the family, and there is no obstacle for us and the others, why does Uncle Shi care so much about an outer disciple who has just entered?"

Yanling didn't speak, but the flying sword blocking Yao Liang's chest didn't mean to move away, Yao Liang took a tentative step forward, Yanling's flying sword instantly stabbed Yao Liang, Yao Liang hurriedly retreated, and shouted at Yanling: "Senior sister, I just slipped my foot, I didn't mean to save Su Chen, that kid met me in Pingshui, how could I save him?"

Hearing Yao Liang say this, Yan Ling slapped Yao Liang's stomach with the back of her sword, Yao Liang let out a scream like killing a pig, and retreated again and again.

"Senior brother, hurry up to the ring, there are still orders and orders after the first round of the competition. Yanling stared at Yao Liang and spoke with a cold expression.

"Alas!" Yao Liang sighed lightly, glanced at Su Chen, who had entered the ring, and whispered, "Brother Chen, I'm sorry, it's up to you." Then Yao Liang jumped lightly and entered a ring where most of them were disciples of the head lineage.

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"Brother Su, why are you here too?" Yan Ming in the ring, watching Su Chen come on stage, his little face was full of surprise.

"Senior Brother Yan!" Su Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, and when he saw Sun Dayong next to Yan Ming, Su Chen's eyes threw a stern warning, and then a flash appeared next to Yan Ming in an instant, "Senior Brother Yan, take a step to speak." ”

Su Chen looked at Yan Ming, who was two years younger than himself, and still spoke solemnly, Yan Ming saw this, nodded slightly, and walked to the other side of the ring with Su Chen and talked quietly.

Yu Peng and more than a dozen disciples of the Supreme Elder lineage, who were standing in the corner of the ring, all looked at Su Chen and the others with a sneering look, but they had no intention of stopping them.

Su Chen and Yan Ming talked with their divine senses, Sun Dayong did not break through to the sitting light realm, and could not hear the conversation between the two, but from Yan Ming's frequent turning of heads and slightly frowning brows, Sun Dayong immediately judged that Su Chen had poked out the matter of his secret meeting with Yu Peng, and Sun Dayong threw a look at Yu Peng for help, but Yu Peng ignored it.

"Jiji, I didn't expect us to be really fateful, we met again, Senior Brother Su, Senior Brother Yan, have you explained your last words clearly?"

"Hmph, Yu Peng, you have troubled me many times before, and it is not certain who will kill the deer today. ”

Su Chen looked at Yu Peng, his face was full of anger, but he pulled Su Chen's sleeve and signaled him to calm down.

Seeing that Su Chen was not completely enraged, Yu Peng showed a trace of regret on his face, and then he shouted at the monks beside him and said, "Everyone go together, if we defeat these two people today, we will have made a great contribution to Elder Taishang!"

After Yu Peng finished speaking, he took the lead in pinching the trick, and the remaining four or five outer disciples followed suit when they saw this, and after a while, several basic spells shot towards Yan Ming and Su Chen, and behind the fireball technique, Yu Peng and the others hid with flying swords in their hands, supplemented by spells, and the real way to attack was the flying sword in their hands.

"Senior Brother Yan, be careful. Su Chen snorted lightly and reminded Yan Ming, but he didn't expect Yan Ming to move first, and he didn't see any movement, Su Chen saw a little spiritual light appear on Yan Ming's body, and after the spiritual light left his body, he turned into several sharp blades and slashed at Yu Peng and the others respectively.

The fireballs and ice picks and other basic Dao techniques cast by Yu Peng and the others were slashed by the blade in an instant, and the power of the blade continued to rush towards them, but Yu Peng seemed to have been prepared, and the flying sword in his hand pulled out cyan spiritual power sword flowers and collided with Yan Ming's sharp blade.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, Su Chen looked at the people in the ring, Sun Dayong and the other disciples of the Miscellaneous Service Academy had not yet broken through to the Sitting Lighting Realm, so they didn't dare to participate in such a battle at all, they hid in the corner of the ring and watched, the huge spiritual power impact disappeared into invisibility the moment they encountered the formation, and Yan Ming and Yu Peng and the others fought with one move, and they actually fought equally.

Su Chen has only practiced the basic skills, where will he say that with such a gorgeous sword style as Yu Peng, he will only be able to base an ordinary sword style, and he has never had spiritual power to operate, so he can't hurt people with a flying sword.

"Although there are flaws in the fairy sword moves, it is better than long-range attack, although the trick is good, but only in close combat, close to the monk can be, but if the monk is prepared, how can I get close to the monk?" Su Chen thought thoughtfully, at this moment, the battle with Yu Peng and the others made him see at a glance the advantages and disadvantages of the trick and other fairy sword techniques.

Su Chen raised his head, and after Yan Ming's blow, he stood in front of Su Chen, spotless, but Yu Peng and the others had a solemn look on their faces, Su Chen saw that Yan Ming seemed to have spare strength, so he gave up his plan to help, but looked at the battlefield with burning eyes, hoping to find a trace of inspiration from the battle between the two.

"Yu Peng, why did the strength of those people next to you improve so quickly? With their talents, they stopped for more than a year before sitting in the Zhao Realm, why did they successfully sit in the photo within a few months as soon as they joined the Taishang Elder lineage?"

Yan Ming reprimanded, his eyes were full of disbelief, originally he thought that Yu Peng was sitting in the Zhao Realm, but he didn't expect that the disciples of the Taishang line who were with him were all sitting in the Zhao Realm, in the Bishan Sect, there were a lot of sitting in the Zhao Realm, but each of them was numbered and recorded, these people clearly remembered that they did not belong to the Sitting Zhao Realm, and if there was no chance, like Sun Dayong, it would be impossible to break through the Sitting Zhao Realm in this life.

Yan Ming's words also attracted Su Chen's attention, he looked at those people, just after fighting, the spiritual power fluctuations have not dissipated yet, Su Chen can see at a glance that they are early stage cultivators of the Sitting Light Realm.

"Hey, why is their breath in the Sitting Illumination Realm so weak?" Su Chen found that although the realm of these people was undoubtedly in the Sitting Illumination Realm, compared to Yu Peng and other veteran Sitting Illumination Realm cultivators, their aura was thirty percent weaker, and Su Chen could feel that these thirty percent could not be made up through cultivation at all in the later stage.

"Senior Brother Yan is afraid?" Yu Peng looked proud, "My Taishang Elder has his own means to improve the cultivation of monks, but you are in charge of the first line, but you are guarding a broken meditation hole, all based on qualifications to improve cultivation, if the qualifications are not enough, you will not be able to break through for the rest of your life, you look at Senior Brother Sun, his miscellaneous disciples have joined my Taishang Elder lineage, and they will definitely sit down in the ...... in March."

Sun Dayong and other miscellaneous disciples hiding in the corner, his body trembled, that day he turned his back on the head of the first line, and switched to the Taishang Elder lineage, just so that the entire miscellaneous disciples could successfully sit down, the gap in qualifications could not be made up with cultivation resources, Yan Ming stared at Sun Dayong, his eyes were full of disappointment, Sun Dayong lowered his head and did not dare to look at him.

Yan Ming took a deep breath, the flying sword in his hand seemed to be able to feel the anger of the sword wielder at this moment, and the sword body continued to roar softly, if it wasn't for Yan Ming to control it with spiritual power, the flying sword itself would have to fly out.

"What!Omen of Imperial Spirit?" Yu Peng was shocked, he didn't expect that Yan Ming's run-in with the flying sword had reached such a point, the so-called Omen of Imperial Spirit was that the cultivation world divided the disciple into three stages before he successfully stepped into the Imperial Realm, corresponding to the three stages of the monk sitting in the realm.

In the first stage of the omen of the spirit, the monk has just stepped into the realm of sitting and lighting, and needs to find a natal flying sword with the highest degree of compatibility for himself to accompany him day and night.

When the flying sword and the monk are accompanied for a long time, if the flying sword can successfully produce a trace of spirituality, it is the second stage of the omen of the spirit, so it is clear that the flying sword has successfully produced a trace of spirituality, and can know the emotional fluctuations of the word, at this time the flying sword is no longer a flying sword, but a fairy sword in the real sense, the fairy sword kills the enemy, takes people's lives thousands of miles away, and the fairy sword in the hand of the word can fly out on its own to attack.

As for the third stage, it is Wen Ling, the monk is in constant communication with the flying sword that generates spirituality, and if he can achieve control at will, he can successfully step into the third stage, and he only needs to survive the heavenly tribulation to successfully step into the realm of imperial objects.

The flying sword in Yan Ming's hand seemed to have just generated spirituality, and when he learned of Yan Ming's mood change, he became extremely irritable, and Yan Ming had to separate his divine sense to barely control the flying sword.

"Humph!" A trace of jealousy flashed in Yu Peng's eyes, he has always been regarded as a genius in the outer courtyard, after joining the Taishang Elder lineage, he learned the method of quickly improving his strength, which made him more confident to overwhelm the disciples of the head line, even if it was an inner disciple, but although the blood spirit could improve his cultivation, but the Imperial Realm was a hurdle, he stayed in the early stage of the Zazhao Realm for several years, and the flying swords in his hands were changed several times, but none of them could produce spirituality.

Yan Ling is only twelve or thirteen years old, and he can feel the success of Lingling, how to make him able to endure it, "Don't leave your hands, do your best to solve Yan Ming, otherwise when he grows up, he will be the enemy of my Supreme Elder!"

The other few people trembled, and hurriedly said yes, the five people sacrificed the flying sword, and they had not yet felt the spirit, so they could only inject their own spiritual power into the flying sword, and the Dao sword light blocked the way of the statement.

The five sword lights are of different colors, but Yu Peng is the deepest, and the sword light is also the most vast, if the disciples of Bishan want to learn swordsmanship, most of them will choose what Su Chen gave up at the beginning, and Yu Peng and the others used this set of swordsmanship at this time.

"Inject your own spiritual power into the sword, and use the sharpness of the sword to produce sword qi, and the sword qi is divided into nine layers according to the strength and weakness. Su Chen looked at the swordsmanship used by Yu Peng and the others, and remembered the relevant records he saw in the Scripture Pavilion that day.

"Looking at the color of Yu Peng's sword light, it should have reached the level of the fifth pole of the nine poles, and the other four people are also the third poles, if they are hit by the sword qi, even if they are monks sitting in the realm, they will be seriously injured. However, although the Nine Poles Sword is powerful, it has one of the most fatal shortcomings, that is, speed, in order to maximize the power of the Nine Pole Sword, every time it grows, the sword qi will expand several times, and its speed will also decrease correspondingly, if it is me on the field, how to deal with it?"

Su Chen was pondering, Yan Ming in front of him did not move, there was no trace of panic on his slightly childish little face, he held the flying sword in his hand, and chuckled, the flying sword also felt Yan Ming's will, and with a soft roar, Yan Ming shouted, "I want to see who is more powerful." ”

In Su Chen's stunned gaze, Yan Ming also used it, but Yan Ming's sword technique lacked so many esoteric formulas that Yu Peng had used before, and the size of his sword qi was only about one-tenth of Yu Peng's, but Su Chen felt extremely terrifying fluctuations from that extremely small sword qi.

"Boom!"

A loud bang came, Rao is Su Chen had to withdraw from the range of the battle circle, the dazzling white light made Su Chen involuntarily close his eyes, and when he woke up again, he found Yu Peng and the others lying miserably in the center of the ring, dead and unknown.

The power of a sword is so terrifying......