The sword qi was directly stretched out by Han Zaixin and sucked into his hand, like a dexterous little snake, wrapped around his wrist. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"This kid, what a sophisticated means of control!" Not only were the disciples below surprised, but even the elders of the Nine Peaks of the Sword Sect above were also a little surprised, as old monsters who had practiced for thousands of years, they had seen countless disciples in their lives.

But no one can control it so precisely as Han Zaixin. Maybe the sword qi emitted by themselves can still be controlled with such ease!

But this time, the master of the sword qi is the Sword Sect Sect Leader Qing Xuanzi, this super powerhouse who stands in the top few in the small world. was actually directly robbed of the right to manipulate the sword qi in this way?

"Boy, I didn't expect you to actually obtain this amazing inheritance! It seems that the opportunity you obtained in the Five Elements Forbidden Land was still beyond our expectations!" Qing Xuanzi was also shocked in his heart, but it was more of an ecstasy!

The more eye-catching Han Zaixin's performance became, the more correct their guess was at the beginning, and the incomparably powerful inheritance fell on the body of this inner disciple of the Sword Sect, and it came with an incomparably powerful additional function!

It stands to reason that the cultivation world is the weakest and the strongest, and Han Zai's heart and body have such a powerful opportunity, which is definitely the target of these strong people, but they pressed the idea in their hearts, not because they don't want to, but because many opportunities against the sky can't be taken away!

They can easily crush Han Zaixin, but since they can get the opportunity to defy the sky, then their own luck is enough to be earth-shattering, and such a person will definitely not fall so easily!

Think about the Blood Demon Monarch, this powerful demon who has been crisscrossing the small world for tens of thousands of years, except for the Demon Sect, the rest of the sects and demon clans of the two realms of good and evil all hate him to the core, but they can't be eliminated and can only be suppressed. But such a peerless demon was actually deflated repeatedly in the hands of Han Zaixin, who was in the Lingwu realm, and finally his soul flew away and completely fell.

So if you want to seize the opportunity of Han Zaixin, I'm afraid you have to be prepared to die!

But who of these monks who stood at the top would risk such a thing to seize an inexplicable opportunity?

This world is such a reality, and Han Zaixin has also walked down step by step.

The sword qi wandered in the palm of his hand, Han Zaixin clenched his fist slightly, and the sword qi suddenly shattered, and a number plate carved from jade remained in the palm of his hand.

With a flick of his fingers, he immediately remembered the number in his heart! Then he smiled slightly, and the corners of his mouth raised an arc, as if he was in a good mood. No one saw Han Zaixin's number.

"Now, the Inner Gate Dabi has officially begun, ninety-nine rings, two by two, those with the same number are invited to the ring, first of all, No. 1 to No. 99!" said a deacon of the sect in a deep voice, his voice covering the audience!

Suddenly, one hundred and ninety-eight disciples came out of the crowd, and all of them used their own means to pounce towards the ring corresponding to their own numbers!

"I'm actually No. 99, and my opponent is Senior Brother Chu Yunfei!" Although a young man also walked out, his face was pale, and there was no trace of blood.

No wonder he looks like this, the number he drew is actually ninety-nine, which corresponds to Chu Yunfei, the first person in the inner sect who has cultivated for nearly a hundred years!

So he didn't want to go up, but facing the elders of the sect and countless fellow sects, he had to go up hard.

Regardless of the contest between these disciples, Han Zaixin was standing under the ring with his hands folded at this time, standing in the ring with his long body, it was still very early for him to enter the arena, and he knew his number just now - five hundred and forty.

That is, the last place, the last to take the stage. At this time, he had the opportunity to watch the other people's tricks, although he didn't have to learn them, but he still had a reference effect! As a sword cultivator, the more sword techniques he watched, the more he could be regarded as an accumulation for himself.

"This senior brother, please!" At this time, Han Zaixin was in the ring in front of him. The two Sword Sect disciples were facing each other, both carrying long swords, and the scabbard wrapped the blade, and the duel had not yet begun.

One of the young men in a pale yellow robe said to the middle-aged man with an old face on the opposite side.

There is a rule for the outer disciples of the Sword Sect that if they have not practiced a sword technique to a great achievement before the age of eighteen, they must leave the sect and become a peripheral person, but the inner disciples are much more relaxed, most of the inner disciples are cultivators of the Lingwu realm, and their own age is more than three hundred years, who knows if there will be a late blooming disciple among them!

Therefore, there are only two ways for inner disciples to be promoted, one is to achieve perfection in swordsmanship, and to break through the realm of spiritual martial arts.

Another way is to make a great contribution and let the real masters in the sect enter the door wall. These two paths are placed in front of all the disciples, allowing them to choose for themselves, perhaps until they feel hopeless before further withdrawing on their own.

Therefore, many disciples in the inner gate of the Sword Sect are quite old, and they have accumulated their own heritage in the inner gate, and each of them has one or two unique skills, which should not be underestimated at all.

So in the face of the older disciples, everyone didn't dare to ignore it, and this yellow-shirted young man was like this. Even if the middle-aged man on the opposite side is dressed in a short shirt, he is like an old farmer in the countryside who is shaving food in the field.

"This junior brother, please ......" The middle-aged man smiled innocently, and suddenly a simple but natural momentum emanated from his body!

"Sure enough, it's a strong man!" Han Zai's heart trembled slightly, the momentum on this old disciple's body may not be violent, but it is round, like a completely closed ball, without the slightest flaw.

"Then junior brother is welcome!" The expression on the yellow-shirted young man's face changed, and his long sword was suddenly unsheathed.

"Choking ......" Qing Yue's sword roar remembered, and a snow-bright sword light erupted directly, shooting straight out from the scabbard, and the long sword sword qi was full of explosions.

"Thick as a mountain, thick as a mountain!" The yellow brilliance bloomed on the old disciple's body, and suddenly the robe was fierce, and a powerful qi rushed directly out of his body, forming a thick barrier around his body.

The sword qi was vertical and horizontal, like cutting through layers of steel, making a creaking sound that made people's scalps tingle. The sword aura of this yellow-shirted young man is also extremely sharp!

"Go to the ......" The long sword flew out, and the sword qi erupted from the sword body, directly penetrating the layers of qi walls, and then stabbed down at the old disciple.

"This sword is not bad!" The old disciple's honest face showed a hint of appreciation: "It's almost the same as me fifty years ago, and I was the same age as you at that time!"

"What ......" The yellow-shirted young man looked stunned: Fifty years ago, so where have you come now? )