With the long sword in his hand, Han Zaixin didn't say much, with a slight turn of his wrist, he directly issued a sword move that he had used before: "Sword One, Flame Alchemy Essence!" The long sword bloomed with a dazzling white metallic luster, like a layer of faint fluorescence, but it did not appear faint at all, and it was hard to support the brilliance of the scorching sun in the ring, like a magnet, attracting everyone's eyes, because above the scorching sun, a light red yang flame power shot down directly, turning into a little red flame, refracting towards Han Zaixin's long sword below.

"This is ......" Everyone couldn't believe their eyes, as a monk, they all knew that in this foundation-laying Qi cultivation period, it was impossible to attract the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, but Han Zaixin's move was to attract the fire attribute aura between heaven and earth. And use it for yourself. This kind of ability is definitely not something that ordinary ordinary disciples can do. Everyone looked straight at each other, as if they wanted to see through the trajectory of the long sword to see the luck of this move.

But they weren't Han Zaixin after all, and they didn't have the ability to grasp the path of the Gong through the swordsmanship of others. But as an old guy who has practiced swords for thousands of years, he may have enough swordsmanship attainments, but how can such a person pay attention to the battle between the little inner disciples? So this time, except for the clone of Qing Xuanzi, the real person who has been following Han Zaixin's side, no one has enough eyesight to see Han Zaixin's sword moves clearly. But even if it is Qing Xuanzi, at this time, he only has envy.

Because he saw clearly Han Zaixin's way of operating the true yuan at this time, but he couldn't do it, because this kind of swordsmanship seemed to be inextricably related to Han Zaixin's unique true yuan. Only with the power of the five elements can you operate freely. At this time, the swordsmanship used by Han Zaixin, in addition to the metallicity that requires its own true yuan to stimulate the spiritual power contained in the long sword itself, also needs to have its own fire attributes, and it also needs to use the five elements to rotate, gold to water, water to wood, and wood to fire. This kind of transformation, in the true element flow in the metal long sword, to achieve such fine-tuning, can be described as amazing.

Qing Xuanzi didn't expect that Han Zaixin could actually do such a thing, this is simply another realm that he has seen - subtlety. It's just that Han Zaixin's use at this time is still very immature, and it can even be said that among the thousands of powers, after the transformation, there is only one left. If this kind of conversion efficiency wasn't for Han Zaixin's five elements power, I am afraid that he would have gone mad because of the spiritual power because of the chaos of his spiritual power.

But at this time, Han Zaixin is quite familiar, because he has the ability to learn swordsmanship that can be called a BUG, plus this is something he has figured out by himself, so everything is so proficient. Suddenly, on the tip of the long sword, a red flame flashed, and this move was this flame, which melted the metallic spiritual power of the long sword and formed a blazing metal force. This power did not already exist in nature, but he transformed it himself, although there are also fire-attribute metals such as Flame Iron, but it only increases the smoothness of the movement of fire-attribute aura in the metal, and the burst temperature that makes it easier to channel the flames. But at this time, Han Zaixin's spiritual power was a kind of scorching metal power, not even a simple scorching metal.

What kind of power is this, Qing Xuanzi didn't dare to be arrogant, but he was glad that he and his uncle Jian Xudao's choice was made. This little guy really has infinite potential, and he has just transformed the five elements to realize such a sword technique. It can be called a real pride of the sky.

But at this time, Zhu Fangyu, who was standing opposite Han Zaixin, was not so relaxed, although he was wrapped in a ring of blue water, but at this time, he felt a strong heat, with an incomparable sharpness, pressing towards him. Suddenly, endless pressure pressed on him. As the second young master of Tian Landao, he is also a well-informed figure, but at this time, he can't say what this power is, and even he feels that the blue water ring around him is evaporating little by little, and the blue cold water vapor that is spawned from the emerald green sword is melting little by little.

Suddenly, a sense of crisis appeared in his heart, so he urged the true qi of his whole body, and completely ignored the long sword in his hand, only to see that the emerald long sword was even more verdant at this time, and there were mysterious runes appearing one after another, like a flexible creature, constantly circulating and changing on the sword. There are a total of one hundred and eight runes, which are contained in the body of the sword. But at this time, these runes all bloomed with a stream of turquoise brilliance, and then turned into a sword qi like a swimming fish, and after it emanated from the sword, the inscriptions became a little dimmed.

The sword qi melted into the blue water ring, and I saw that the green light on the ring was soaring, as if it was about to envelop the entire ring, and the green sword qi was galloping and whistling. It seems to tear this piece of the ring apart. However, in this verdant world, a little crimson has never been extinguished. It's like a lighthouse on the vast sea, standing all the time. Shining on the surrounding sea, even the lighthouse is constantly changing and growing. Gradually, it began to erode the turquoise sea around it, and it seemed that it was about to become a prairie fire with a spark.

"Sword one, slash!" Han Zaixin shouted, and suddenly the red light rose, in a piece of emerald green, it seemed that a fire began to form a prairie fire, a red pillar of light, from the **** in the sky The light that shot down at a rapid speed above the sun, surpassing all speeds, revealed its speed at this moment, and before even Qing Xuanzi could react, this red light had already shot on Han Zaixin's long sword, and the red flame bloomed out, like a karmic fire red lotus blooming in hell, and like the flame that the Suiren clan took out from the ancient wood.

Suddenly, the turquoise water vapor in the ring of the real brother quickly melted and shrunk, as if he was afraid, although he was still protecting Zhu Fangyu's body, but he did not have the slightest strong momentum, only the feeling of trembling like a wounded little beast. Zhu Fangyu couldn't believe it, he regretted it at this time, regretted his sarcastic remarks before, and even regretted that he would jump on stage. Of course, the most regrettable thing is that when he found out that he couldn't do anything just now, he didn't admit defeat in time, and he even prompted the life-saving move of the sword he brought at home.

But at this time, it was too late to regret it, and I saw a flash of red light, faster than a meteor, faster than the electric light, and it was already in front of me. At this time, he had to admit that the young man opposite was a genius who made decisions, and he was not inferior to his eldest brother. Because the other party is one year younger than himself, he is only sixteen at this time, and he is newly promoted to the inner door. But much stronger than himself, such a person is definitely the pillar of the future of the Sword Sect, even if there are already three peerless demons in the Sword Sect, but the young man in front of him will definitely not be slightly worse than them.

But he couldn't see it: Are you going to die? I didn't expect that I would die like this, dying in the hands of such a genius, the Sword Sect would definitely defend him, even if his identity was the second young master of Tian Landao, the family would not necessarily start a war with the Sword Sect for himself. So I died in vain!

At this time, Zhu Fangyu thought a lot in his mind, but the most was his eldest brother Zhu Fangcheng, the mountain that had been pressing on his head since he was a child, and he had always felt very disgusted with him. But looking back at this time, I found that in my memory, my eldest brother has always taken such good care of himself, even if he was sneered at by himself again and again, and even hurt his kindness again and again, and lived up to his kindness! At this time, Zhu Fangyu realized that he was so naïve all these years!

"If you don't die this time, I will definitely say to you: 'I'm sorry, my good brother!'" Zhu Fangyu was enlightened at this time, and even the cultivation he had been suppressing was about to skyrocket, but he didn't have the slightest suppression, because what was he afraid of if he was going to die? Even if that goal couldn't be achieved, what would he be afraid of? If he died, everything would be gone! So Zhu Fangyu's cultivation, who didn't care about anything, actually broke through a small realm at this moment, and he didn't stop hitting a higher level at all.

"This is a ring, not a life-and-death fight! Although the Sword Sect encourages fighting, it does not encourage killing!" A rather gentle voice came, and Zhu Fangyu realized that he didn't feel the stinging pain of the sword light and body.

"Teach the real person! This is the voice of the real person in the palm of the sect!" Zhu Fangyu heard it, this is the voice of the Sword Sect's head of the Qing Xuanzi, when he first came to the Sword Sect, his father, Zhu Tianxuan, the head of the Zhu family on Tianlan Island, brought him here, and it was his father and son who were received by the head of the Sword Sect. He had never forgotten that voice, because as a young man who dreamed of becoming a peerless sword cultivator, this Sword Sect Leader was his idol since he was a child.

"Sure enough, the high-level of the Sword Sect will definitely be by this young man's side, and the peerless talent will be watched no matter where he is, and he will become a treasure in the eyes of these high-level people!" Zhu Fangyu smiled bitterly, then sat down directly on his knees, and began to suppress his cultivation: he can't grow anymore, and if he grows, he won't be able to achieve that goal!

"It's kind of interesting! It's for that place, I'm here to help you!" Qing Xuanzi's voice came, but only the two people in the ring could hear it, and at this time, the ring was still surrounded by a green vapor. The people outside couldn't see everything inside, but dimly seemed to see the red red light piercing through the turquoise water ring.

"Senior Brother Zhu lost? How could this second son of Tian Landao lose?" Some people couldn't believe it, including the child of the family who shouted in the audience before: "Zhu Fangyu, you dog guy, why did you lose? Do you know that you caused me to lose fifty spirit stones! All the previous wins were lost! Ah......"

"Senior brother is good at swordsmanship, foolish brother admits defeat!" Zhu Fangyu generously admitted that he lost: "I hope to teach me more in the future!" After saying this, he left in a hurry, trying to suppress the cultivation that was not easy to stabilize. The previous master of the real person only temporarily helped him stabilize the skyrocketing growth of his cultivation, but to really suppress it, he still had to do it himself, which was a rare opportunity to exercise.

"Does the disciple meet the conditions for the sect's leapfrogging challenge?" Han Zaixin did not step down, but asked the sect deacon.

"Yes!" the sect deacon muttered as he replied, Han Zaixin's strength could be described as extremely strong, and that red sword light alone was probably not much worse than the Spirit Martial Realm!

"Then, disciple Han Zaixin is here to challenge the hundredth drunken senior brother of the inner gate!" As soon as Han Zaixin spoke, countless people were immediately surprised, he actually challenged again, and he challenged the top 100 at one time, he didn't know that if he lost, he would permanently lose his identity as an inner disciple?