Xuan Jing Zhenren smiled: "They will leave in seven days." Let's limit ourselves to the sunset, within three days, I will be in this bamboo forest, if you can take my three moves completely, I will ask your master to take you with you. ”

After the second senior brother Song Shang heard this, he couldn't help but be stunned for a while, with the Kunlun Xuandao trick of the junior brother, he still can't practice the first level of skill, and he wants to take over the three moves of the head master of the Great Perfection Realm of the Jiedan Realm, it is like a fool's dream, isn't this a clear decision not to let the little junior brother go?

When Li Canglan heard the almost harsh conditions of his master, he was stunned for a while, and then turned into calm. He has been with his master for many years, and Xuan Jing has always treated him very well, and there is no reason why he would deliberately try to make things difficult for himself.

Since he can mention it, it means that he has the possibility of achieving it, although I don't know why Shizun thinks so highly of himself for no reason, and feels that he has a chance to take his three moves. But in Li Canglan's heart, he couldn't help but feel a little moved.

For seven years, Li Canglan practiced the piano every day, which was penance. Often a person endures the pain of practicing the true technique until late at night, and he has not slackened for seven years. But the aura that was gathered with great effort and hard work, once it was like a body, it was like a mud cow entering the sea, and it quietly disappeared.

Last month's master's trial, even though Li Canglan tried his best, he still couldn't even condense the first entry cyclone of the Kunlun Xuandao Technique.

That is only the most basic, even the most qualified disciples, as long as it takes three or five months, can easily condense the entry cyclone? Li Canglan has worked hard for it for seven years.

For Li Canglan, compared to practicing the true technique, the pain of the meridians bursting. What's even more difficult is that after each trial failure, the master and brother comfort them softly year after year. There is nothing more hurtful than letting the people you care about gradually lose their expectations of you.

After all, the news that she couldn't condense the entrance cyclone for seven years had already spread throughout Kunlun Mountain.

No one in the Qionghua faction knows that Lan Qinmu, the next head of the master's command, is the fifth under his disciple, but he is an out-and-out waste who can't even break through the first level of the Kunlun Xuandao Technique.

Li Canglan retracted his fluttering thoughts, and smiled and agreed to Shizun's condition for taking the next three moves. In the past seven years, he has failed countless times, and it is a big deal, let's fail again.

Li Canglan is unwilling to live up to the expectations and trust that the head master has had for seven years, and this is also his last support in the dark night of entanglement and self-doubt.

The second senior brother Song Shang was a little surprised to see Li Canglan agree so coolly, since he fell out with Lan Ruyin three years ago, the little junior brother has been silent and depressed a lot, and he has not seen him so high-spirited for a long time.

Xuan Jing Zhenren waved a volley with one hand, and a cloud bamboo in the distance was instantly broken, divided into two sections of the length of an ordinary sword blade, and flew into the hands of the master.

"Do you want to try it now?" Xuan Jingzhen looked at Li Canglan in front of him with a gentle smile.

Li Canglan clung to the other piece of bamboo that flew in front of him, and said with a smile: "That's exactly what I mean." ”

Before the words fell, his hand shook a sword flower, and he rushed straight forward with an arrow step. Li Canglan thought in his heart that if he could seize the opportunity at this moment and force the head to make a hasty move, he might have more opportunities.

Although this sword was started in a hurry, the angle of the sword stab and the pace under his feet were quite old-fashioned and elegant. This made the second senior brother Song Shang taken aback, he never thought that in the past seven years, although the junior brother has stagnated in this internal cultivation and the mountains and rivers are not visible, he has achieved a lot of profound attainments in this sword path.

Xuan Jingzhen saw the bamboo pole approaching, but he did not dodge or dodge, allowing Li Canglan's sword to continue to accumulate power in mid-air.

Seeing that he was about to be stabbed, it had reached the point where it was unavoidable, Xuan Jing Zhenren was like electricity, and the bamboo pole in the Taoist robe in his right hand flew out horizontally, and it would resist the sword in front of his chest.

Xuan Jingzhen's movements were erratic, as if he was soft and had no strength, but he completely blocked Li Canglan's fierce sword.

Li Canglan's divine power since he was a child, although he has no real power infusion, but the power of this sword should not be underestimated. It's just that at this moment, there was a snap, and Xuan Jingzhen used a stick against the seventh point of the sword ruler.

Li Canglan's divine power, at this moment, is unable to exert it, as if someone has choked his throat, no matter how it changes, there is only one awkward word left.

In the middle of the moment, I could only hear Xuan Jing slowly counting the number "one" in his mouth, Li Canglan's surprise attack on a sword, but the real person in charge also counted it as a move.

Before Li Canglan could be happy, he felt that the bamboo pole in his hand was pulled by a nameless force and flew out uncontrollably. It turned out to be Xuan Jing Zhenren, but I don't know when, he has changed the action of the bamboo pole in his hand and turned the gear into a frame.

With Xuan Jingzhen's gentle count of the "two", the bamboo pole in Li Canglan's hand had long since ceased to be the previous posture of stabbing straight forward, and was erected high.

There was a burst of numbness in the palm of his hand, if it weren't for Li Canglan's best efforts to grab it, the bamboo pole in his hand would have been picked up by the understatement of the real person in his hand.

It's just that this is barely grasped, but the situation seems to be even worse, Li Canglan held it tightly, and the bamboo pole that flew out upside down refused to let go, but even the center of gravity of the entire body was lost. Unsteady on his feet, his steps staggered, and the flaws in his entire chest were exposed in front of him.

Vaguely, I only heard the bland "three" word from Shizun, and I felt a sharp pain in my chest, but I was hit in the chest by the bamboo pole in the hand of Xuan Jingzhen.

Li Canglan spurted out a mouthful of blood when he landed, fell to the ground, and fainted.

Xuan Jing Zhenren counts from one to three, but it takes a moment. Song Shang only felt that as soon as he blinked, the little junior brother was stunned by a horizontal slash from his master, and he was unconscious.

Looking at the blood oozing from the corner of the little junior brother's mouth, the second senior brother Song Shang was worried, facing the master, hesitating for a while, he had something to say in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it clearly.

"Do you think I'm taking too much action on Canglan?" Xuan Jingzhen's expression remained unchanged, looking at Song Shang who was tangled in front of him, and asked.

"The disciple didn't dare. I just think that the little junior brother is ...... After all, his cultivation is still shallow......" Song Shang looked at Li Canglan, who was frowning, and couldn't bear it in his heart, so he gritted his teeth and responded.

Xuan Jingzhen was silent for a long time, and finally sighed: "If you go down the mountain this time and meet those demons of the cult during the trip, will they take into account whether his cultivation is still shallow?"

"He has practiced the true trick and persevered for so many years, which day will the pain he endure be lighter than the sword of my Shicai?" Xuan Jingzhen slowly took out a pill bottle from his arms, handed it to Song Shang, and said, "You take him back to rest." ”。

Song Shang agreed, took the Dan bottle, and then picked up the little junior brother, followed the forest path, and returned the same way.

The sun was setting, and in the blink of an eye, between this cloud and bamboo forest, only the head of Xuan Jing was left. The afterglow fell, and the old man's back intersected between the fluttering bamboo shadows, adding a bit of gloom and loneliness......