There is a huge black rock in the cold pool under the waterfall.

Feng Qingyang sat cross-legged, the Yunyin Sword was placed on his knees with the scabbard attached, and the whole person entered a mysterious and ethereal state, and God and I forgot about it.

In his perception, the world is no longer the original world, the sound has completely disappeared, and the speed of the waterfall falling is getting slower and slower, and finally he simply started to move slowly, a little bit of water droplets, from time to time a few drops of water spun out, flashing colorful light in the sun, like the most brilliant crystal stone.

When the perception of the waterfall was completely still, the wind opened his cold eyes.

Draw your sword and slash!

The action is done in one go, without a trace of mud and water.

In the silence, the waterfall on the opposite side is cut in two, divided into two sections and falls down, never connecting together.

Boom! Boom!

Two loud noises were heard, and water splashed everywhere.

"It's still half a step away from the sword intent, but unfortunately this half step is the most difficult, and it takes a long time to temper. "With the sword just now, Feng Qingyang almost groped for the existence of the sword intent, but unfortunately it was always a little mysterious, and it was still stopped at the half-step sword intent, and there were still some subtleties from the real sword intent.

Call!

A misty breath like an arrow spit out from his mouth, Feng Qingyang slowly stood up, his body was shocked, and the half-step sword intent that emanated was immediately gone, and it was difficult for outsiders to notice.

After looking at the scenery for a while, the wind cleared and returned the way he came.

Outside the courtyard, Ying Qing'er saw Feng Qingyang coming back, and her pretty face was like a flower: "Brother Feng, it's really not easy to find you." ”

Feng Qingyang said: "There are three days left before the Inner Disciple Ranking Competition, and I want to improve my strength as soon as possible." ”

"Brother Feng is planning to become one of the top ten disciples of the inner sect in one fell swoop this time!"

"Almost!"

Ying Qing'er smiled and said, "I know, Brother Feng, come on, you will definitely be able to do it, but the top ten disciples of the inner gate are close to the existence of core disciples, and some of them are even qualified to win the core disciples, and most importantly, they are almost all late-stage cultivators of the Qi Transformation Realm, and they have the combat power to kill ordinary martial artists of the same level in seconds." Brother Feng, don't be careless!"

The top ten disciples of the inner gate are the most elite group of inner disciples, each of them is a collection of talent, understanding and will as one of the proud sons of the sky, they may not be as good as the core disciples, but as long as they are given time, who knows how far they can go, so for the sect, the top ten disciples of the inner door and the core disciples are equally important, and they will not be ignored because of the temporary strength gap.

Feng Qingyang shook his head and smiled: "You, you still don't know me, have you ever seen me treat the enemy carelessly, and forget the swordsman precepts I told you?"

Ying Qing'er stuck out her tongue cutely, when Feng Qingyang was still in the middle of the Qi Condensation Realm, he dared to work against Wang Qifei, who was at the peak of the late stage of the Qi Condensing Realm, and now that he is in the middle of the Qi Transformation Realm, why can't he replace others and become one of the top ten disciples of the new Inner Gate, not to mention others, don't you have this kind of mind? Not necessarily!

"Ah, people are also worried about you, I haven't forgotten the swordsman precepts" Those who are close to Zhu are red and those who are close to ink are black, if Ying Qing'er was not with Feng Qingyang, she would not have felt this, but she saw the changes in Feng Qingyang, she knew that Feng Qingyang's success was not accidental, and she had been chasing in that direction.

The joy of taking the Returning True Pill to be promoted to the peak cultivation of the middle stage of the Qi Transformation Realm disappeared, Ying Qing'er frowned slightly, and sighed: "I still think that relying on the Returning True Pill can narrow the distance between us, but now it seems, but in fact, I am just barely catching up with you in terms of cultivation, and my combat strength is much worse." ”

Feng Qingyang opened the courtyard door and invited the other party in, and said as he walked: "Qing'er, you must know that talent is like a stepping stone, which can make your starting point higher than others, but if you want to keep improving, talent alone is not enough, you need to understand your own way and follow your own path." ”

Ying Qing'er pouted, "Brother Feng, sometimes I feel that you are the same as my grandfather, you behave like an old man, the road and the road are still too far for me, I really don't know what level you have reached, Brother Feng!"

"Haha, it's not far, by the way, what are you looking for me?" asked Feng Qingyang with a light smile.

Ying Qing'er patted her head, "I almost forgot about business, the ranking tournament will be held in three days, and now we will go to the draw." ”

"Draw lots now?"

"Well, except for the top ten disciples of the inner sect in the last session, everyone has to draw lots and register their names, otherwise they won't wait until the competition day, and they will be in trouble. ”

"Hehe, Qing'er, then let's not delay, let's go together!"

On the way to walk, Feng Qingyang learned that the Inner Gate Disciple Ranking Contest is divided into ten groups, each group is about fifty people, which will be assigned to one of the top ten disciples of the Inner Gate, which is equivalent to a seeded player, and the group stage will be ten rounds, and the top three will be eligible for the next finals, competing for the top ten disciples of the Inner Gate this year, and the others will be ranked according to the number of games won.

Martial Arts Square.

A large lottery box sits there, with two registrars next to it.

At this time, there were already quite a few inner disciples who were drawing lots.

"Damn, it's really lucky, how did you run to the group of Zhang Shuyi, the ghost gate sword. ”

"You are still called back, my group is the remnant blood sword Liu Yizhi, who can beat him, there is no way, I can only abstain when I meet him. ”

Feng Qingyang looked puzzled and lined up at the back of the line.

After a while, it was his turn.

Reached into the lottery box and touched a thin wooden card, took it and looked at it, it read, 'Seven groups of twenty-eight, group seeded player: Zhang Ning!'

Next to it, the registration staff wrote the name of the wind and the number of the group.

After drawing lots, the two withdrew from the crowd, and Ying Qing'er asked, "How many groups are you in, and who are the seeded players?"

"In the fifth group, the seeded player is Zhang Ning. ”

"Wind Ranger Zhang Ning!" Ying Qing'er was stunned for a moment, and said: "He ranks sixth among the top ten disciples of the Inner Gate, and his light skills are very high, and it is said that he can dance in the wind, and he is as light as nothing, and he is one of the more difficult among the ten. ”

Light power is very high!

Feng Qingyang mentioned a trace of interest, after all, even Ying Qing'er's evaluation of Zhang Ning was not low, for him, light skills were also an advantage of his own, I don't know how it compares to Zhang Ning of the Wind Rover.

As for Ying Qing'er, there are three groups, the seeded player is called Han Yue, ranked third among the top ten disciples of the inner gate in the last session, higher than the ranking of Yuan Lang and Zhang Shuyi, the sword of the ghost gate, both internal and external, the defense and attack are terrifying, and there is the title of "Han Zhan Maniac" in the rivers and lakes.

Leaving the martial arts square, Ying Qing'er reluctantly said goodbye to Feng Qingyang.

Day 3.

The night before the ranking match, Feng Qingyang had finally cultivated to the peak of the middle stage of the Qi Transformation Realm, and his true qi was more than three points stronger than before, and at the same time, his Pure Yuan Sword Qi Technique had also reached the seventh peak realm, and the qi sword was almost condensed into substance, which was more powerful than the sword light.

Everything is ready now, just waiting for the ranking tournament to start tomorrow.