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The big battle with the white spotted tiger took place yesterday. When he was asleep, Chu Wuyan saw a picture scroll that was extremely beautiful and extremely bewitching. He dreamed that the peach blossoms of a thousand trees were scorching and open, and under the flower trees, the blood sword cut the throat of the white-spotted tiger, and the red blood flowers and red peach blossoms were mixed together, intertwined into a magnificent and tragic long song.

Far from being afraid, he felt familiar and familiar. It's really strange, in the face of blood and killing, how can he not feel scared at all? Just like yesterday, when he was handling the corpse of the white spotted tiger, he did not feel the slightest disgust and unbearable, as if he was born a butcher, like a wood carving, and treated the corpse of his subordinates with a faint heat.

Could it be that he is a person who kills without blinking an eye in his bones? He actually felt that that kind of killing, that kind of killing swordsmanship, was very beautiful and made him yearn for it.

"In every silent lamb, there is a lonely and crazy soul!" This sentence inexplicably welled up from the bottom of his heart, God knows where these hellish thoughts came from! Oh, how can he compare himself to a lamb? In fact, in the face of unknown fate, everyone is like a lamb to the slaughter, isn't it? No, even if he is a lamb, he must not be a silent lamb, but a lamb who has never given up resistance and pursuit. Perhaps this is the difference between a lamb and a man.

He got up and walked out the door. The sun had already risen high, and Chu Feng was not in the courtyard, nor in his room. Chu Lian's door was still closed, and on the sign hanging outside the door, the two bright red characters "Retreat" stabbed people's eyes.

The peach blossoms in the courtyard were blooming just right, Chu Wuyan took out the Burning Hua Sword, stood still under the flower tree, and silently recalled the picture scroll in his dream.

After a while, the sword danced. At first, it was a move in "Fallen Leaf Swordsmanship", but later, the sword moves gradually became scattered and disorganized.

The "Fallen Leaf Sword Technique" is indeed not a set of clever sword techniques, and Chu Wuyan really felt this at this time. The withered sword intent in his heart often couldn't be exerted to the extreme, or when he was halfway through, he was suddenly cut off.

In the final analysis, it was because his sword intent did not match his sword intent and sword technique, or rather, this set of sword techniques could not withstand Chu Wuyan's sword intent.

So, he threw away his inherent moves, hollowed his mind, and moved with his heart. Sometimes only the first half of a move is used, and the second half is wielded at will with the instinct of the hand and sword. Sometimes there are no moves at all, how can Chu Wuyan come comfortably. He trusts his hand, and he trusts the sword in his hand.

If there is a spirit in the heart, then there is a spirit in the body, and there is a spirit in the sword.

At this time, Chu Wuyan didn't know that this kind of pure trust was the swordsman's sincerity to the sword. This sincerity is even more important to a swordsman than the so-called talent and exercises.

I am sincere to the sword, and the sword should live up to me!

An hour later, Chu Wuyan put away his sword, vaguely knowing which direction he should practice next. The most suitable swordsmanship for yourself must be your own swordsmanship. Before he can find his own swordsmanship, he needs a lot of actual combat.

Tianshu Peak, Yanwutang.

Chu Wuyan knew that this was a place for the disciples in the sect to openly compete.

Some went to war, some watched. Gambling is allowed here, but there is also a point-and-click rule when making a move, and intentional killing and injury are not allowed. Chu Wuyan was a fresh face, and he deliberately chose a hidden place to watch the competition on the test table.

"It seems that this Han Ye is determined to go against the Feather Alliance!" someone nearby whispered in a low voice.

"Yes! There is a saying, newborn calves are not afraid of tigers! It's just that although he is a personal disciple, Xie Lang Changzun is not a good temper! Look, this matter is a bit of trouble!"

The two of them on the test table were both second-level cultivators in the micro stage, and one of them was dressed in white, which was the Han Ye he had seen that day. And the other person is dressed in green clothes, and he should be an outer disciple in the Feather League.

I saw Han Ye shout, and three ice swords flew out of his palm, two flew past the corners of the Tsing Yi disciple's clothes, and one froze on the Tsing Yi disciple's throat.

In this game, Han Ye won!

"Okay, next!" Han Ye closed his momentum and said coldly.

The disciple in Tsing Yi got off the test platform in embarrassment, and Han Ye on the stage became more and more lonely.

"Well done!"

"Senior Brother Han is mighty!"

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Countless girls waved their hands excitedly and shouted.

Look at the lethality of other people's natal spiritual arts! Chu Wuyan thought of his useless natal spiritual technique, and the illusion of a thousand trees and flowers that he conjured up could only last for a few breaths, which could neither hurt people nor create enough opportunities to escape, it was just a good-looking showcase. He secretly said in his heart: The reason why a personal disciple is a personal disciple must have its own merits, and none of them can be underestimated.

"Ask for advice below!" At this time, an outer disciple who was also dressed in green clothes jumped into the ring.

He is a third-level cultivator in the micro stage, and he is about thirty years old. I think it's an old fritter among the outer disciples!

Han Ye's eyes flashed with solemnity, he bowed his head slightly, and immediately launched an offensive.

The competition of disciples at the beginning of the micro stage is often limited to the competition of natal spiritual arts, and the more complex spiritual techniques and magic weapons cannot be used, and the competition is much simpler and neater.

An ice sword condensed from Han Ye's hand, and the cold ice sword flew out abruptly, striking at the throat of the man in Tsing Yi.

The sleeves of the man in Tsing Yi shook, but a ball of fire flew out and met Han Ye's ice sword.

"Points!" Han Ye snorted. I saw that the ice sword was divided into three, shooting at the upper, middle and lower three ways of the man in Tsing Yi.

"Block!" The man in Tsing Yi did not panic, and calmly sacrificed a talisman, and a one-person-high golden shield blocked in front of him.

"You actually use a talisman? It's just a bully!"

"That's it, it's just a matter of bullying the old and the young, and even using the talisman to win!" someone chimed in.

Han Ye on the stage did not show any resentment, his face was cold, his hands were quickly sealed, and he shouted at the same time: "Ice and snow!"

Snowflakes fell from the sky, and ice cubes grew on the ground.

The man in Tsing Yi could take care of the front and the top, but he couldn't take care of the bottom, and hurriedly condensed a few fires, still pierced the soles of his feet by the ice cubes under his feet.

It turned out that Han Ye's natal spirit technique was not an ice sword technique, but this huge ice and snow city! The man in Tsing Yi finally figured out this question, but it was too late.

Han Ye's sleeves fluttered, and another ice sword swung out, crossing the throat of the man in Tsing Yi.

It's still Han Yesheng!

The man in Tsing Yi could no longer walk on his feet, and someone hurriedly carried him down, and at the same time cleaned up the blood-stained martial arts stage.

Fang Cai's style of "ice and snow city" consumed Han Ye a lot. Instead of immediately moving on to the next competition, he turned around and walked into the rest room to breathe and recuperate.

Chu Wuyan also felt admiration.

The competition on the stage continued, and other disciples came to the stage one after another.

Chu Wuyan watched a few more scenes, and when an outer disciple on the second floor of the second floor of the micro-stage invited him to fight, he walked up with his own wooden sword.

His opponent was a fifteen-year-old boy.

"New disciple?" the young man laughed, "You won't be fighting someone for the first time, right?"

Chu Wuyan thought about it seriously, it was really the first time to compete with someone! He nodded sincerely, and for some reason, the word "rookie" came out of his mind, and the expression on his face looked a little stunned.

"Senior brother Yang Xin, what do you call your junior brother?"

"Little brother Chu Wuyan, please advise senior brother!"

"Oh, you're Chu Wuyan, the one on the feather league bounty list? Hey, brother, you're famous now! I think back then, when we first started, we were our own disciples, and we didn't have such a big name as you. Yang Xin glanced at Chu Wuyan in disbelief, and said with a little regret: "It's a pity, senior brother is not from the Feather Alliance, even if he defeats you, he won't get the bounty!"

As soon as the three words "Chu Wuyan" came out, everyone in the audience also became excited. They looked at Chu Wuyan on the stage and talked in a low voice. It's nothing more than discussing how much this little guy can hold up to a few rounds of challenges. There were quite a few Yumeng disciples present, and they were all staring at it! The current Chu Wuyan was just a piece of meat on the board, and everyone wanted to come up and take a bite.

Chu Wuyan didn't lose his temper because of everyone's strange gazes, this is not to say how tough his heart is, it just doesn't care. He rarely paid attention to irrelevant people and things, which was the case when he was still in Chujia Village. There was a world in his heart, a place where he could find peace and contentment. In this case, who cares about the world full of cold and pain outside the heart?

So, when he heard Yang Xin's slightly "teasing" words and felt the wolf-like gaze from the audience, he could still smile calmly and said generously: "Xie Changzun loves him, and the little brother is also afraid!"

Listening to this sarcastic remark, at first glance, it sounds like how grateful he is to the culprit, Shaeron. This kid is clearly a bun stuffed with sesame seeds! Yang Xin was amused by this.

"Haha, junior brother is such an interesting person!, however, even if you are interesting, I will not join the Feather League for you. ”

Chu Wuyan took out the Zhuohua Sword from the storage bag. The blood-stained sword not only did not smell of blood, but had a faint fragrance of peach blossoms. The blood on this sword once made Chu Wuyan very troubled, it was like it was fused with wood, and it couldn't be washed off no matter how much it was washed. Later, Chu Wuyan simply went with it, and the red sword seemed to be more worthy of the name "Zhuohua"!

"Huh, you actually use a sword, or is it a wooden sword without any aura?" Yang Xin wanted to look at Chu Wuyan like a monster, and said, "Senior brother, senior brother reminds you, seeing the cultivation of the second layer of the micro stage, there is no way to kill people with a wooden sword." Do you want to change to a different kind of blade? Or don't use a blade, see the disciple fighting method in the early stage of the micro period, it is just a competition for natal spiritual arts. You haven't comprehended your natal spirit yet, have you?"

Chu Wuyan didn't interrupt him, and talking was also a way to relax, he was taking this opportunity to slowly adjust his state.

Yang Xin saw that Chu Wuyan didn't speak, shook his head meaninglessly, and said helplessly: "Okay! Since you insist, Senior Brother won't say anything." Okay, be careful, senior brother is going to make a move!"

As soon as these words fell, Chu Wuyan made a move in an instant, and the long sword was raised from the bottom up, and a move "Xiao Xiao Tianya" was used.

The wooden sword surged away, and before the sword arrived, the Sen Ran in the sword momentum had already forced Yang Xin, causing his clothes to be windless and automatic, and the hunting sounded.

"God, you actually cultivated the sword intent?" Yang Xin was shocked, turned sideways, avoided the wooden sword, and with a stroke of his hand, a row of sharp blades poured out from the ground, stabbing Chu Wuyan from the bottom up.

"The Golden Knife of the Earth!"

The golden spiritual technique is really domineering! Chu Wuyan has never cultivated light body kung fu, so he can only resist it quickly. The scorching sword pointed to the ground, leaned forward, and flew sideways like a young eagle with wings spread. The Zhuohua Sword in his hand lifted upwards and rushed towards Yang Xin with the sword.

In an instant, thousands of flowers and trees bloomed on the stage. In the shadow of the flower, a sword is like a rainbow, fluttering westward.

Gorgeous, gorgeous!

Time seemed to freeze at the moment when the flowers bloomed and a thousand trees bloomed, and in a blink of an eye, the dreamlike spectacle had dissipated, and Chu Wuyan's wooden sword had already crossed Yang Xin's throat.

The winner is decided!

"Concession!" Chu Wuyan put away his sword.

Yang Xin still looked at him with the eyes of a monster: "Senior Brother Chu, before you came to Tianji Pavilion, did you come to cultivate your body? You actually cultivated your sword intent, no wonder you dare to face Senior Brother Xie Lang head-on, and no wonder you can be on the reward list of the Feather League!"

Chu Wuyan stepped down from the test platform, and Yang Xin was still chattering: "Oh, do you have a name for that sword just now? Such a wonderful sword must also have a beautiful name." Quick, let's hear it, is Senior Brother the first person to lose under this sword?"

Could this also be a kind of glory? Chu Wuyan felt that he couldn't understand Yang Xin's brain circuit. But when he heard the word "name", his heart moved, and somehow, four words blurted out: "Flying Immortals Outside the Sky!"

"Flying Immortals Outside the Sky?" Yang Xin clapped his hands and praised: "Good name! When that sword flies, it is really like a flying immortal, and the momentum is compelling." ”

Even if he is an immortal, he must be a killing immortal, right? Chu Wuyan didn't speak, it was the first time he had met someone who talked so much, he didn't feel annoyed, but he was always speechless.

Fortunately, Han Ye, who suddenly appeared, rescued him from this embarrassment of having nothing to say.

"Very good!" The ice-like young man Han Ye Shi Ran walked over, looked at Chu Wuyan and said, "Your natal spiritual technique, but the illusion of a thousand trees and flowers?"

"Exactly!" Chu Wuyan nodded.

Han Ye actually smiled faintly, and then spit out a comment that made everyone look at them in shock: "It's very beautiful!"

"Good-looking?" Chu Wuyan stepped off the stage in a daze, thinking of Han Ye's fleeting smile, he actually felt a kind of flattered panic.