The sun is like a rainbow, and the sky is clear and windy.

At noon the next day, the Linghu family arena.

The warm light of the dawn shone brightly in the sky, and countless noises came and went.

"Eh, did you say that the eldest young master could have beaten the senior brother, I have never seen the eldest young master practice martial arts. ”

"You don't understand this, the eldest young master has his own venue, and the elder himself teaches. Besides, the eldest young master's talent must be stronger than ours. But with the senior brother, the chances of a draw are better. ”

"Hmph, I don't think it's just relying on my own father, maybe the winner has already been decided. ”

Hundreds of disciples had been watching around the arena for a long time, and they were very well-informed, as long as one of them knew, everyone else would know. They are all very interested in this young master who rarely or even barely shows up, not only in strength, but also in appearance.

"Huh! Quiet!" a young man walked out of the crowd with a young woman, her face slightly sad, but the young woman was very relaxed, and kept greeting the children around her.

This young man is Ling Hubai, and the young woman on the side is He Yan. Today's He Yan can be said to be extraordinarily spiritual, a pair of Shu embroidered moonlight brocade skirts, blue and white ribbons fluttering around the waist, red lips and teeth smiling. A long waterfall of green silk falls straight to the ankle, swaying with the wind, exuding a fairy-like extraordinary temperament. The blush on his face made people can't help but look at him a few more times.

In contrast, Linghu Bai's decoration is very unremarkable, just a white robe with a bamboo flute hanging from his waist. It is said that this flute was one of the weapons that made the fox white walk and the rivers and lakes back then, and countless strong people died tragically under this seemingly harmless flute.

"Hello Patriarch!"

"Hello Patriarch!"

A group of the children of the clan gave way one after another, and saluted Linghu Bai.

At this time, a young man walked up to Ling Hubai's face and bowed his head respectfully and said, "Dare to ask the patriarch, when will the eldest young master arrive." ”

This young man's name is He Long, and he was originally a child of He Yan's He family. After He Yan married into the Linghu family, the He family merged with the Linghu family in this deep mountain. This is also why the power of the Linghu family can be promoted to the second place in the world in a short period of time, and the addition of the He family is one of the indispensable factors.

"I'm right here!" Just as He Yanzhu's lips moved slightly and wanted to say something, a familiar voice sounded on the other side.

I saw Ling Hu Lonely walking slowly from the other side of the arena, looking at He Long, who was also watching him, and thought to himself: "Is he my opponent today? He should be the senior brother of the clan, two years older than me." ”

At the same time, He Long on the other side was also a little surprised, it seemed that this eldest young master was not as weak as he imagined. Vaguely, a wave of hostility arose.

"Okay, now that everyone is here, then I'll say it, I think you all know. Today, the senior brother in your mouth and my son Ling Hu Lin are going to have a competition, it doesn't matter if you win or lose, you have to observe carefully and study with an open mind! I won't say more, let's get ready to start. ”

He Yan hooked Ling Hubai's arm and looked at her son Ling Hu and smiled: "Come on, son, my mother believes in you!"

He Long took out two wooden swords out of nowhere, handed one to Ling Hulone, and then walked to the center of the arena. Every time he took a step forward, He Long's momentum increased by a few points, even the wooden sword in his hand showed a good posture at this time, this is the strength of the senior brother.

It is already very good to do this at this age, otherwise he would not have climbed to the status of a senior brother.

Ling Hu Lonely is very ordinary, just more normal people, without the slightest momentum at all. made the audience suddenly sigh.

Ling Hu Lin did not show any negative emotions because of this, but walked directly opposite He Long with a smile on his face, "Senior brother, please advise!"

He Long raised the wooden sword in his hand slightly, and the momentum of his whole body suddenly rose to the peak: "Come on, eldest young master!" With that, He Long stabbed the long sword in his hand towards Ling Hu Lone, and the fierce sword wind also rushed towards Ling Hu Lone, and even the ground cracked!

He Long is worthy of being the senior brother in the clan, an ordinary wooden sword can be used with such power in his hands, if he uses a weapon of better quality, it will definitely burst out with greater power!

Ling Hu Lonely looked very calm from the beginning, a pair of starry eyes stared at He Long without any fluctuations, and there was no big movement in his hands. At this time, he only moved slightly, and the three-foot wooden sword in his hand swept slightly in front of him very casually, and a sword qi rippled instantly. It collided with He Long's sword wind and made a whistling sound.

"Don't be complacent, this is just the beginning!" He Long looked at the corners of Ling Hu's mouth that was slightly raised, and a wave of anger couldn't help but rise. At the same time, he kept approaching Ling Hu Lonely with a strange pace, trying to collide with Ling Hu Lone's flesh and body. However, is Ling Hu Lonely really as weak as he imagined? Of course it is impossible, a full ten years of practice has made Ling Hu Lonely far more than the average peer.

"Do you think I won't?" Ling Hu Lin sneered in his heart, with the elders of the clan personally teaching, how could these martial arts fall behind?

"There is a flaw!" He Long took advantage of the brief moment of Ling Hu Lone's thoughts, and stabbed in front of Ling Hu Lone with lightning speed, and the three-foot wooden sword slashed down from the top of Ling Hu Lone's Heavenly Spirit Cover, with incomparably powerful power. The power of this blow was so strong that even a boulder a few feet high would be torn apart by it in an instant!

The children of the surrounding clan couldn't help but gasp, it was really terrifying, no wonder they could be a senior brother, they had the strength!

"It's over, will this eldest young master be given a ...... by the senior brother this time" Just when the surrounding disciples were worried that He Long would not be able to hold back his hand and severely damage or even kill Ling Hu Lone, Ling Hu Lone's figure suddenly dodged to the side at an extremely tricky angle. Immediately afterwards, before He Long could react, the wooden sword in Ling Hu Lone's hand was already on He Long's neck.

Seeing this scene, He Yan on the side didn't say anything, just clutched Ling Hubai's arm tightly, and there was a little more pride and pride in her eyes.

Ling Hu Bai's eyes also changed subtly: "Perhaps, it's really me wrong, right?" muttering to himself, the battle situation in the arena changed again.

He Long suddenly became angry, and pushed away the wooden sword that Ling Hu Lin had on his neck with his backhand, and held the wooden sword in his hand with both hands and slashed at Ling Hu Lin with all his might. In an instant, a light blue sword qi faintly formed, which was the concretization of sword qi. In fact, this is the internal force in the human body, also known as internal strength.

The cultivation of internal strength is mainly manifested in whether the eight veins of the person's strange meridians are opened, and the stronger the internal force, the easier it is to open these meridians. And the opening of the eight veins of this strange meridian is in order from simple to difficult: Yang Wei Pulse, Yin Wei Pulse, Yang Seesaw Pulse, Yin Seesaw Pulse, Belt Pulse, Chong Pulse, Du Pulse and the most difficult Ren Pulse.

Every time a pulse is opened, there is a huge improvement in the internal force. But the corresponding difficulty is also huge.

Ling Hu's ten years of cultivation have only opened up the Yang Dimension Vein, the Yin Dimension Vein, and the Yang Stilt Vein that was only opened not long ago. And the senior brother, He Long, only opened the first two Yang and Yin veins, which shows how difficult it is to get through the eight veins of this strange meridian.

"I can't let go of the water because of who I am, big brother. Ling Hu Lin was slightly serious, looked at the sword qi that was speeding towards him, and suddenly laughed, "Why don't you try that?" Originally, Ling Hu Lin wanted to try it when he practiced yesterday, but because of the urging of his father Ling Hu Bai, he had to stop practicing. And isn't this the perfect opportunity?

"Split, the dividing line between the two poles of yin and yang!" Ling Hu Xiao exclaimed softly, his whole body entered a magical state, and the wooden sword in his hand seemed to be no longer an ordinary wooden sword, and the rolling sword qi was wrapped around the blade, making it extremely sharp and tough.

In the next moment, a three-zhang long white line burst towards He Long, and in just an instant, it crushed the sword qi released by He Long into the air.

"What, how did he learn this trick?" Ling Hubai was a little stunned. Although Ling Hu Lonely did not fully release the strength of this move, or even less than one-tenth of the power, he did use it.

"Surprised, Patriarch. Just when Ling Hubai was a little surprised, an old man came over and looked at Ling Hubai with a smile, "I taught him, but I was also a little surprised that he was able to use it in the process of fighting." ”

This old man is the eldest elder of the Linghu family, and he is also the uncle of Linghu Bai's father, Linghu Yu. Back then, it was Ling Hu Yu who first noticed Ling Hu Lone's superhuman talent, and after getting Ling Hu Bai's promise, he tried his best to teach Ling Hu Lonely, making Ling Hu Lone take a lot of detours.

In fact, there are five types of this move, which are:

Split: The dividing line between the yin and yang poles

Slash and weave the lines of destruction of space

Thorn and construct the heaven and earth line of the avenue

Pick the lifeline of the power of cause and effect

Broken severance of seven emotions and six desires

There are five forms in total. The power of each style is extremely terrifying, and it is said that when it is used in its entirety, even if it is open to the heavens and the mountains.

Originally, when Ling Hu Yu wanted to teach this swordsmanship to He Long, he was stopped by Ling Hu Bai and punished. Because this swordsmanship is unique to the Linghu family, it cannot be passed on. But before Ling Hu was silent, only the patriarch Ling Hu Bai and several elders of the entire Linghu family could completely master it, and the other children of the clan would not be able to learn it at all, and they would even face the danger of being lost. But now it seems that it should not be.

"Poof!"

A bright red suddenly bloomed on He Long's body, looking extremely bewitching. And the wooden sword that He Long blocked in front of his chest had already turned into powder and floated in the air, which showed how powerful this move was.

"Okay, okay, old guys, don't hide, clean up. The Great Elder clapped his hands and said, and at the same time walked straight to the arena, looking at a shocking crack on the ground, he was a little stunned for a while, and then looked at Linghu who seemed to be nothing, "It seems that I Linghu family is blessed, and I have such a talent." With that, the Great Elder walked to He Long, who was faint on the ground, picked him up, and disappeared into the crowd.

Then four or five old men walked out one after another among the many children, all of whom were amazed.

"I didn't expect that I would really lose to this little cub, it seems that I won't be able to see my son for the next three years!" Ling Hubai hugged He Yan and smiled.

He Yan didn't answer, but smiled brightly, looking at the young man on the stage for a long, long time.