Yan naturally listened to the tide of applause and cheers behind her, not only did she not have any excitement, but her heart was full of helplessness and fear. Helplessly, although he connected to the four stone steps in one breath, both his spiritual power and divine sense had become the end of the crossbow, and he no longer had the strength to climb up.

Although he had been mentally prepared in advance for the strength of the ancestor's coercion, he never expected that the coercion exerted by Yunshang this time would be so strong. With his understanding of Shizun, this time he not only used all his strength to test Yunsheng, but he may even have used some kind of secret method to forcibly increase the level of his coercion.

Could it be that the Ancestor is trying to hint at me in this way, asking me to retreat in the face of difficulties, and not to be delusional about the position of the True Inheritance? The more Yan naturally thought about it, the more he felt that this speculation was very likely, at this moment, Yun Sheng only needed to restrain the pressure a little, and he could go up to the third level and rightfully become the first true inheritance of Hua Ci Peak.

Why did the master do this? Could it be that he was dissatisfied with my previous performance? Yan naturally felt a trace of fear rise in his state of mind, which had already become fragile because of the persecution of his divine sense. He couldn't imagine what kind of life it would be like to lose the care and support of his master.

These are all negative emotional effects brought to me by the coercion of the divine sense! Yan is naturally a sword cultivator, and his mind is strong, far from being comparable to ordinary monks. His mood was slightly shaken, and he immediately made adjustments, and he began to cheer himself up in his heart, I Yan naturally no matter what, I am also a disciple who has climbed to the top, even if the ancestor is dissatisfied with my handling of the newly accepted disciples, it is only a slight punishment for me. Who else can be qualified for this position of the first true inheritance but me?

He gritted his teeth, took out a treasured Soul Strengthening Pill and took it down. This pill was very good for nourishing and strengthening the soul, and it was originally taken when he was preparing to attack the late stage of foundation building. For the sake of this true inheritance, Yan naturally has no other choice.

The medicinal power of the Soul Strengthening Pill was really extraordinary, and after taking a moment of effort, Yan naturally felt that the oppression against the Divine Soul had been reduced a lot. He opened his mouth and spit out a small sword the size of an embroidery needle, and then stretched out his hand to make a move, and the small sword rose against the storm, instantly swelling into a four-foot-seven-inch mountain-opening giant sword. Yan naturally slammed his sword on the ground, and the courage in his heart skyrocketed a little.

There was a sound of heavy breathing around him, and Yan naturally lowered his head, surprised to find that a guy who was soaked in blood and sweat was hoarsely climbing to the top of the stone steps of the same level as him. The courteous appearance made Yan naturally frightened, this is no longer the situation where the blood is bleeding like the collapse of the blood, every pore on this body actually has blood oozing.

Death! Yan naturally made up a humanoid blood cell in his brain, and suddenly exploded into a scene of meat residue foam, and a hideous smile appeared on his face. He took a long breath and walked proudly, ascending another stone staircase.

The subtle and crisp sound of "click" sounded in the depths of Yan Nature's sea of knowledge, and his face turned pale in an instant, and he suddenly stopped his steps. Yun Sheng had reminded him many times that for a sword cultivator like him, this kind of sound from the depths of the sea meant that there was already a problem with his sword fetus, and if he couldn't adjust it in time, the sword fetus he had cultivated for many years might break or even collapse. For sword cultivators, the shattering of the sword fetus means that the immortal path has come to an end.

Many people mistakenly believe that the Kaishan giant sword in Yan Nature's hand, which can shrink and expand at will, is the sword fetus of sword cultivation. In fact, the real sword fetus is an invisible sword intent that exists in the depths of the sea of knowledge. This sword intent is connected with the magic sword that the monk has cultivated in his body, and the lethality of the sword cultivation far exceeds that of the same level, relying not on the power of the magic sword itself, but on the spiritual bonus of the sword intent after the magic sword.

For sword cultivation, although the destruction of the magic sword is huge, as long as the sword fetus is still there, the new magic sword can be re-refined, and there is hope of resuming the original cultivation in three or five years. However, if the sword fetus is destroyed, the lifelong cultivation will be scrapped instantly, and it will be even more difficult to re-cultivate the sword fetus.

Yan Nature's face was like ashes, his heart was rolling, and he was only two stone steps away from entering the hall, but if the sword fetus was damaged because of this, even if he became a true heir, it would be a shame. He stood in place with a cloudy face, hesitated for a long time, gritted his teeth and took out the terracotta box containing ambergris from his arms.

Yan naturally sat down slowly, placed the terracotta box in front of him, and then raised his head and stared motionlessly at the door of the beaver hall.

The terracotta box is a container specially used to hold treasures such as ambergris, and Yunshang slightly released his divine sense to know the large ball of earth ambergris hidden in it. And Yan Nature's posture is undoubtedly implying that if he uses the power of earth dragon saliva, he has the ability to break through the limit and push the door in, but for the sake of his master, he Yan is naturally willing to dedicate earth dragon saliva to his master, and give up the last chance to rush through.

A deep disappointment flashed across Yun Shang's face, she never expected that Yan would naturally bargain with her in this way. This monk who was brought up by her since childhood, the arrogance in his bones, Yun Sheng understands, and now he is showing Yun Sheng his deep and calculating side.

Yun Sheng Ning Yan naturally swallowed the earth dragon saliva in one gulp, and then pushed the door of the beaver hall from the bright light, not wanting to see him make such a seemingly respectful move. What is this?

"Stupid!" When Yan Tiantian sat down, he scolded in his heart, he originally looked down on a genius cultivated by Yan Tiantian's power with the power of the sect, but he couldn't imagine that this genius would give up the excellent opportunity in front of him so easily. Yin Qin believes that even if it is Yin Tieshan or Zhao Baiyan standing next to them, they will not hesitate to gamble.

Yin Qin would never believe that the Yunshang Ancestor in the Beaver Hall would allow her powerful coercion to destroy the Dao Ji of his most beloved disciple. Hua Yunshang must have a back hand, and she will not let her disciples have a big accident when they are fighting for their lives! This is the judgment that Yin Qin made about the current situation.

The problem is that this judgment is based on the premise of being a disciple of the ancestor, and when it comes to an outsider like Yin Qin, he is not so sure. Although he didn't hear the sound of breaking in the depths of Yan Nature's Consciousness Sea, most of the capillaries around him had burst, and for the barbarians who relied on the bloodline, it was already at the critical point of the bloodline exploding.

To rush or not to rush? Earnestly glaring, he gasped twice, and his face showed a crazy smile when the gambler was desperate.

"Ancestor, disciple stud!" he roared, his body surged forward, and a cloud of blood erupted in the air, and then he heard a clang, and the blood spurted headlong into the beaver hall!

Time seemed to stand still in an instant, and those disciples who heard the news and stood in the distance and were clamoring, and even the miscellaneous servants who watched the excitement, were all stunned on the spot at this moment.

They originally thought that Yan naturally sat down to regulate his breath and prepare for the final sprint. No one expected that the old turtle, who was covered in blood and dying, suddenly exerted his strength and took the lead in rushing into the beaver hall.

His diligent body glided on the mirror-smooth jade floor, leaving a long blood mark underneath him. He raised his head vigorously and met a pair of bright eyes full of surprise.

"What a fucking beauty!" Yin Qin only had time to flash this thought in his mind, and then he felt that the blood on Zhou's body was instantly drained, his eyes went black, and he fainted.