"I don't know how thick the sky is!" The deacon of the sect shook his head slightly in his heart, the strength that this disciple showed when he challenged Zhu Fangyu at the beginning made him feel amazed, but now he actually directly challenged the top 100 inner disciples and immediately shattered all the good impressions. This is another ambitious boy, the newborn calf is not afraid of the tiger, but more calves are eaten by the tiger and turned into a bubble of.

"Drunk Senior Brother is there?" Han Zaixin stood in the ring, the true yuan in his body was constantly running, and the true yuan that had cost half of Tai gradually recovered during this time, and the whole person shone with a different kind of brilliance, rich as jade, but also arrogant and secretly exposed, with a sharp feeling that the divine sword was about to be unsheathed.

"Haha...... There's a good show to watch, there is a guy who ranks a thousand miles away, and he is drunk and free when he challenges the Absolute Wind Sword!" "Someone beckoned their friends to come over under the ring, and everyone loved to watch the excitement, especially this kind of joke about the junior boy who was not able to measure himself and was beaten all over the ground looking for teeth.

Yes, this disciple who ranks in the top 100 of the inner gate is as his name suggests, and his favorite thing is the thing in the cup, and he gets drunk every day, but his swordsmanship is perfect, and he has reached the peak. The fast sword in his hand was like a flash, and often the people who fought with him were pointed at the center of his eyebrows or throat by the three-foot Qingfeng before they could see clearly how he drew the sword. But he is also a person who likes to be at ease, except for the previous ghost gate sword Cui Hao who would challenge him every time, so that he was not bothered, this disciple has never challenged others, and his inner door front 100 is relying on the swordsmanship, sword strength and enlightenment and so on. If it weren't for the inner gate's stipulation that disciples should stay in this square for one day every month according to their ranking, giving other disciples a chance to challenge, Drunken Joy would not have appeared here. But today, by coincidence, it was the turn of the eightieth to one hundred and twenty inner disciples to accept the challenge.

Of course, the disciples ranked outside the inner gate do not need to be challenged here, because the new inner disciples are all new to their own exercises, and the initial time is to familiarize them with their own exercises and the environment of the inner gate. So this is the first time Han Zaixin has come here, but this time, he directly jumped over the level to challenge, and even jumped more than 900 at once, challenging the top 100 drunken Yao. It immediately caused an uproar, and everyone was not optimistic about him.

Drunk Xiaoyao's sense of presence in the inner gate is not strong, but it is definitely not weak, because he has not challenged the disciples who are ranked higher than him, but he has always crushed Cui Hao, the ghost gate sword who is only one place lower than him. No matter how many times Cui Hao challenges the top rankings, he will lose in his hands, making his ranking rise as well. But every time Cui Hao came to challenge him, the grievances between the two of them were clear to everyone in the inner gate, so the deacon of the sect acquiesced to the existence of this situation. It can also be regarded as spurring the lazy disciple of drunken carefree.

The rules of the sect are sometimes greater than the principles of heaven, but sometimes they are not so majestic, because some people always have the privilege of being above the rules, so there is no doubt that they have it when they are drunk and leisurely, because of his life experience. Because of the behemoth-like family background standing behind him, of course, because of his talent, as for the ghost gate sword Cui Hao, because of the complex relationship between himself and Zui Xiaoyao, he has the privilege of challenging Zui Xiaoyao, who is ranked lower than himself. All of this is completely contrary to the rules of the Sword Sect, but no one said anything, because everything is a potential thing, and if it is put on the table, it is equivalent to tearing your face.

"Senior Brother Drunk, do you want to avoid the war?" Han Zaixin stood in the ring, looked around, and finally fixed his gaze on a sleepy-eyed young man, this is a casually dressed, short shirt, hair on his head is also messy, a big red gourd tied around his waist, and an iron sword on his back. A short shirt seems to have been unwashed for a long time, and it already looks dusty, but it has a different kind of pride. At this time, he stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes: "Is Cui Hao's kid going to challenge me again?"

Good fellow, this boy hasn't woken up yet, and he can't see who is standing in the ring now, or maybe he just came to this square to catch up on sleep. At this time, I just woke up and heard someone calling for a formation, and suddenly subconsciously thought that it was Cui Hao, my old opponent.

"No, Senior Brother Drunk, this time it's a newly promoted inner disciple challenging you, and that's the one in the ring over there wearing a sky blue robe!" an inner disciple next to him explained to him.

"Just came in? really?" Drunken Xiaoyao asked in disbelief at this time, a guy who had just entered the inner door could challenge him?

"Yes, just now he defeated Zhu Fangyu, the second young man of the Zhu family on Tianlan Island, and his swordsmanship is also at the pinnacle of mystery, which should not be underestimated!"

"Hehe......" drunk and leisurely, very casually: "Just let me see if this little junior brother really has that strength!" "The hair is scattered behind his head, messy like a ball of dry grass, in his words, there is that time to comb his hair, it is better to drink two more sips of wine and sleep a little longer." But at this time, as he stood up, a momentum like Yue Linyuan was emanating, the whole person was like a sword inserting into the sky, and the clothes on his body were also hunting and flying, although it was only a short shirt, there were no sleeves from the shoulders, and the whole arm was directly exposed, and the strong muscles were tanned, but at that time, it was like a piece of steel ingot, which looked extremely strong. At this time, as he stretched his whole body, the muscles trembled slightly, and then they were like forged iron embryos, revealing the demeanor of a peerless sword.

"Huh......" A breeze rolled up slightly from his side, and the whole person seemed to be riding an invisible wind, rising from the ground, stopping three inches from the ground, and then a strong wind swept wildly, and the whole person really flew directly towards the ring like a gust of wind.

"So handsome......" A group of female disciples who have been watching under the ring all have their eyes shining at this time, as a girl who has just opened her love, that one does not have a feeling in her heart, she is all in love with this kind of young hero, in their eyes, drunk and free at this time is simply handsome.

"Senior Brother Drunk is so interested, make up for sleep here! This concentration, the younger brother is willing to bow down!" Han Zaixin said loudly after waiting for Drunk to get into the ring.

"Senior brother is also a good guts, for my brother, weigh and weigh, are you qualified to let me take it seriously!" Although he just woke up, as a member of the angry body, he wanted to vent, and fighting with people was undoubtedly the best way.

"If you want to, don't dare to ask you!" Han Zaixin said with a word, the long sword in his hand leaped out of the scabbard directly, and Zhen Yuan pulled out the long sword in the middle of the operation, and a sword roar resounded throughout the ring. The countless inner disciples who were watching the battle below couldn't help but reach out and hold down their swords at this moment, because of the sympathy between each other, their long swords were also ready to move.

"The sword roars endlessly, it can actually attract the resonance of the rest of the long swords, and the junior brother's swordsmanship is superb!" Drunk and easy to praise, but he didn't feel nervous at all, because he believed in his sword. Therefore, the back is really vigorous, and the long sword is like a silver Jiao out of the gorge, like a dancing dragon directly above the sky, and there is also a sound of sword roaring in mid-air. The two of them had a long sword roar, and they began to compete with each other at this moment.

Han Zaixin's long sword shone with two colors, red and white, and the power of the five elements of metal was accompanied by the blazing sun, and the entire ring was completely like a blazing magma lake on his side. The scorching heat makes people sweat profusely.

On the other side, the half of the ring where Drunken Xiaoyao was located, at this time, there were invisible blades constantly shuttling, tearing, and a roar of wind whistling in this area, which seemed to be a ghost crying for life, and like a piercing cicada. But from the deep and shallow marks left in the ring, you know that there is definitely a lot of danger in this area. Even walking into it was definitely the same scene of a thousand cuts, and everyone's hearts were chilled. I didn't expect that the drunkenness that seemed lazy was so terrifying when he hadn't made a move.

But the most surprising thing is Han Zaixin, a disciple who has just entered the inner gate, but at this time, he is on a par with Drunken Xiaoyao. This kind of record is definitely a big dark horse in the inner door, every three years of the inner door competition, there will be a lot of low-key masters, they were not visible before, but at this time, all burst out like the scorching sun. This Han Zaixin is definitely one of them, this is the thought that flashed in the hearts of all the inner disciples.

"Senior Brother Drunk, I'm offended!" Han Zaixin felt that the other side was like a void, as if he was facing a void space, his blazing sun power had no effect on the other party, and he was completely led to the empty space by the chaotic air turbulence, just scorching the sundries left behind in the ring not far away. So he can't wait any longer, as a battle to suppress the identity of the inner disciple, he can only win, not lose!

So Han Zaixin was no longer hiding at this time, and suddenly at the top of the long sword, the little red light on the tip of the sword, like the weakest flame to obtain firewood that could be burned, expanded visibly to the naked eye, and suddenly half of the ring where Han Zaixin was located became even hotter, and even the debris on the ground actually burned directly, not only that, but Han Zaixin's whole person was also slightly off the ground, suspended above the ring, and the ring below actually began to melt, like glazed magma, as if it had become liquid. Bubbles pop up one by one!

"It's so strong in the power of flames, but it also contains the indestructible and sharp attribute of metal! This little junior brother can be described as strong! Then I won't keep my hand!" said Drunken Yao, only to see his long sword in his hand, and then began to practice the sword on his own.

The sword danced in his hand, and at this time Drunken Yao no longer seemed to be a monk, but a dancer, dancing with a sword. A stream of sword light lingered around his body, and it was the sword light that danced and shone from the long sword, and it did not dissipate for a long time. Then drunk and free like a conductor, he waved the long sword in his hand! Suddenly, the howling wind was directed by him, rushing towards Han Zaixin, and the endless wind turned into a snow-bright silver dragon at this moment, piercing people's blindness. Even Han Zaixin had to squint his eyes and didn't dare to open them.