In the same way, when the old Taoist priest heard the news that Wu Zhen had won again, he still didn't say anything, and still said "oh" without being salty, and that's it. Fortunately, Wu Zhen did not become complacent because of this, but said that his appearance was still not good enough, and he failed to be praised by the old Taoist. And Ling Hu Heng had already expected it, he didn't have much hope for the old Taoist's answer, if the old Taoist kept praising Wu Zhen, Ling Hu Heng would wonder if the old Taoist priest had changed his temper.

Coming in high spirits and leaving with a lack of interest, probably this is the special teaching given by the old Taoist priest to his disciples, perhaps it is to let them not be complacent because they only win one game. The role of Ling Huheng is not known for the time being, but the role of Wu Zhen is undoubtedly very effective, after all, he only obeys the words of the old Taoist.

The two of them were a little sullen, and after leaving the room where the old Taoist priest was resting, Ling Huheng said: "What, even the master doesn't encourage apprentices, what's the matter!" Wu Zhen scratched his head and said, "Maybe the master and his old man think that I don't have enough to look good, well, it must be like this." Ling Huheng gave him a speechless look, but he didn't say anything. Next, Wu Zhen has no more competitions, so he can take a good rest and fight again tomorrow. And Ling Hu Heng is a jumping and uncertain character, it is difficult to get out of the green bamboo forest, naturally he has to walk around, and he stays in the green bamboo forest for four years, if he doesn't practice every day, I'm afraid that Ling Hu Heng will go crazy a long time ago.

Linghu Heng continued to walk towards the test venue, he really wanted to observe, the ancient sword sect is known as the most prestigious sword sect among the six holy lands, in addition to the thirteen styles of the ancient sword, there are other powerful swordsmanship. After all, he had already practiced the thirteen styles of the ancient sword so well that he could even play them in his sleep, and there was no mystery in this introductory swordsmanship for Ling Huheng, who was thirsty for knowledge. So Ling Hu Heng wanted to see other swordsmanship, after all, swordsmanship, one law is ten thousand laws, even if there is no sword trick, you can use the sword move. This time, perhaps the power of swordsmanship will be reduced, but it can often have a surprising effect and catch the opponent off guard.

Soon, Ling Huheng came to the competition venue, and there was a fierce battle in the nearest competition venue. Linghu Heng's eyesight is excellent, and he doesn't need to get too close to see it clearly. It is obvious that there are two disciples who have been starting for some time in the arena are competing, and all kinds of swordsmanship are emerging in an endless stream, seeing that the people around him are applauding loudly, Ling Hu Heng also watched carefully intently, if he didn't take care of the other people next to him, I'm afraid he would imitate it on the spot. Others look at the sword, just look at it, even if they finish reading it, Ling Hu Heng is different, his perverted memory, even if it is just a short moment, can learn a lot of useful things. The old Taoist priest's teaching method is different from ordinary people, others teach swordsmanship, the experience of facing the enemy, and the change of moves need to be understood by the disciples themselves; the old Taoist priest teaches not only swordsmanship, how to break the enemy's sword moves, how to grasp the opportunity, how to occupy the situation are taught one by one, in this way, to avoid the disciples to follow the rules, do not know how to be flexible, just like that Zhao Xuanqi, who was restrained by Wu Zhen from beginning to end, how can not turn back the situation, this is the problem of the teaching method of each master.

However, Ling Huheng also discovered that the two people in the field seemed to be playing gongs and drums, and it was not lively for you to come and go, but in Ling Huheng's opinion, there were still many flaws. If the sword of the man in the dark robe just pierced by another inch or two, maybe the man wearing the white ancient sword school costume would not have such a calm chance to fight back; However, soon, the winner was divided in the field, and the dark-robed man dragged down the white-clothed man because of his profound cultivation. Although the people around him applauded, Ling Hu Heng was puzzled: "Why have they all been at least beginners for more than ten years, but they have only cultivated to this point?" Ling Hu Heng was already doubting, if he went up by himself, I am afraid that he would be able to win lightly, right? Obviously, Ling Hu Heng overestimated himself, if someone knew how to use swordsmanship, it was estimated that Ling Hu Heng's sword moves would only be abused, no matter how powerful his sword moves were.

With a stomach full of questions, Ling Hu Heng didn't even have any interest in watching it, and went back directly to find the old Taoist, after all, it was getting late, and it was almost dusk at this time, so he couldn't spend the night in this Kejiju, right? Although the square of Kejiju was very large, it couldn't let everyone lay on the floor and sleep with the stars and the moon. So, let's go back to our respective homes and fight again tomorrow!

After finding the old Taoist, Wu Zhen had been waiting for a long time, and he didn't have anything to say, it was still the old Taoist who took Ling Huheng and Wu Zhen back to the Qingzhu Forest with his own sword. After Wu Zhen's actual combat, his swordsmanship improved a lot, and his speed was also a lot faster, but he returned to the green bamboo forest in a moment. After dinner, Ling Hu Heng went to practice by himself, and after Wu Zhen practiced the sword technique in the courtyard for a while, he also returned to the room to meditate and restore his spiritual power.

Nothing was said all night.

In the early morning of the next day, after a night of cultivation, Ling Huheng was still full of energy even if he didn't sleep. After breakfast, the three of them flew to Katsugiju again. Wu Zhen also had a competition this morning, the opponent was just a disciple in the early stage of the Yudan, and he couldn't learn how to practice for a long time, if it was a real combat power, I am afraid it was far inferior to Ling Hu Heng. Wu Zhen naturally won this one unceremoniously, and he won it with a devastating momentum. Wu Zhen's character is like this, no matter how weak the opponent is, he will not despise others, and will still go all out. Because the victory came so quickly, even Wu Zhen was a little incredible, and naturally he didn't have the urge to report to the silent Taoist as soon as he won before. Ling Hu Heng also saw that he was not interested, and he couldn't lift it up at all. Seeing that it was noon, Ling Hu Heng's mind was also active, he still had a fight!

Ling Huheng carried the "Biyue" sword and came to the small garden, and sure enough, the Zhao brothers were already waiting for him. Ling Huheng saw Zhao Xuanyin, whose face was blue and purple, and teased: "What's the matter, I hit the small one, and the big one came out?"

Zhao Xuanyin's face darkened when he heard this, and he said to Zhao Xuanqi beside him: "Brother, it's him, he is also a disciple of Qingzhulin!"

When Zhao Xuanqi heard this, his face immediately darkened, and he asked Ling Huheng coldly, "Who are you Wu Zhen from Qingzhu Forest?"

Ling Huheng laughed and said, "Zhao Xuanqi, you can't even beat my senior brother, it seems that your brothers have been suppressed by my Qingzhulin disciples all their lives!"

Obviously, Ling Huheng's words deeply poked at the pain point in Zhao Xuanqi's heart, that competition was cited by Zhao Xuanqi as a great shame, he didn't expect that he would capsize in the gutter, and he lost inexplicably before he could use one-twelfth of his cultivation, or he was defeated by a boy who was originally unknown, this evil breath did not come out, and Zhao Xuanqi had no face to see people. Immediately, his face darkened, and he squeezed out from between his teeth word by word: "Boy, it seems that if I don't beat you all over the ground to find your teeth, I won't be surnamed Zhao!"

At this moment, Zhao Xuanqi almost lost his mind, and he was so angry that he didn't care about the rules of the Sword Society, he immediately drew his sword and stabbed Ling Hu Heng. Don't look at Ling Huheng sneering, but he was always on guard in his heart, and as soon as he saw Zhao Xuanqi making a move, he immediately reacted. The "Biyue" sword broke out of its sheath with great speed, held it horizontally in Ling Huheng's hand, and met Zhao Xuanqi mercilessly.

"Bell, bell, bell!" The crisp sound of the collision of the two swords was very fast, one after another, almost without interruption, which shows how fast the attack speed of the two is! At this time, Zhao Xuanqi's learned talent was fully displayed, it seems that he learned to be obedient after suffering a loss, and he has been rushing to attack. If the opponent at this time is Wu Zhen, I am afraid that he will choose to restrain himself and obey others, and his sword moves will turn to a defensive position, and he will find a gap in the defense to counterattack. But Ling Hu Heng is also a strong guy, and despite his cultivation being weaker than Zhao Xuanqi by more than a star and a half, he actually attacked Zhao Xuanqi! However, this is also very effective, Zhao Xuanqi's many ingenious tricks were forced to change his moves halfway by Ling Hu Heng's attack, even if his Dao heart is very stable, at this moment, he is a little angry that his chest is lying together, and he feels like eating a dead fly.

The two dismantled more than a hundred moves with each other's scruples, and made Hu Heng's ancient sword thirteen styles used and reused, but Zhao Xuanqi's swordsmanship couldn't get half a penny, and the more he fought, the more depressed he became. Zhao Xuanqi thought in his heart: "This kid is so powerful, he actually used the introductory swordsmanship to fight against me, I can't even help the introductory swordsmanship, if this is spread out, where will my face go!" Thinking of this, evil was born from the side of the guts, and suddenly a strong attack, Ling Hu Heng was directly forced back several steps because of the gap in cultivation, and when the horizontal sword stopped, Zhao Xuanqi had already pinched the sword technique with both hands, and said with an evil smile: "Boy, this is what you forced me, look at my Changhong Imperial Sword Technique, take your life!"

Ling Hu Heng's eyes flashed, and he shouted in a low voice: "What a swordsmanship, come on!"

Zhao Xuanqi was naturally not polite, as soon as he urged the sword trick with both hands, his fairy sword flew out and attacked Ling Hu Heng directly! Ling Hu Heng knew that his speed was far inferior to the sword technique, and it would never work to turn around and escape, and the rest of the way was to fight hard! Ling Hu Heng held the "Biyue" fairy sword tightly, saw the traces of the fairy sword flying, charged a blow, and slashed hard at the fairy sword. But the speed of the immortal sword was only stagnant, and it was not knocked away. Ling Hu Heng knew that this was because the realms of the two sides were too different, so his attack did not have much effect. However, Ling Huheng is not a fool, just in that moment, Ling Huheng has already approached Zhao Xuanqi a little bit. Zhao Xuanqi also discovered Ling Hu Heng's intentions, and said with a wicked smile: "Boy, do you want to attack me? Find the wrong person, look at me, the fairy sword goes!" I saw that the fairy sword was actually faster than Ling Hu Heng and rushed towards Ling Hu Heng's back, quite imposing. Ling Hu Heng had to charge up again, and looking at the time again made the fairy sword stagnate a little.

After doing this three or four times, Zhao Xuanqi was also annoyed, the sword trick turned, he withdrew the fairy sword, and said coldly: "The game is over here!" After speaking, the fairy sword suspended in the air actually conjured up three identical fairy swords, Zhao Xuanqi sneered: "This time see what you do!" The three fairy swords flew out, making Hu Heng's eyes wide, staring at the three fairy swords, when he couldn't send them, he could avoid a round of attacks, but the good times didn't last long, just in a blink of an eye, Ling Hu Heng's body had been stabbed all over the body by the fairy sword of the illusion and the truth, but Ling Hu Heng's expression was grim, gritting his teeth and insisting, the only thing in his heart was the belief that he couldn't lose!

Zhao Xuanqi was also tired of such results, and urged the sword technique more and more quickly, and shouted: "Take your life!" After speaking, the three immortal swords locked onto the target and attacked Linghu Heng together!

At this time of life and death, Ling Hu Heng's heart was extremely calm, his eyes stared at the extremely fast-flying fairy sword that was difficult for others to even see, and he didn't say a word. Suddenly, Ling Hu Heng's head went blank for a while, as if he had fallen into an abyss, and he couldn't find a trace of exit. In Zhao Xuanqi's opinion, Ling Hu Heng's eyes flashed with a blue light in just a moment, directly attacking the body of that immortal sword! The speed of the blue light was too fast, faster than the speed of any immortal sword, but in an instant, it had already collided with that immortal sword, sending out a strong explosion and a powerful shock wave!

Zhao Xuanqi shouted: "Not good!" Before he could react, the fairy sword that was blown up by the blue light had already flown upside down, and it was actually faster than when he used the sword technique! It just hit his chest in an instant, but fortunately, the fairy sword had been almost destroyed by the blue light, and it had been bent into a curved ruler, and the sword body had also become tattered in the explosion, otherwise Zhao Xuanqi would have been either dead or disabled!

The explosion was too strong, and the shock wave threw Ling Hu Heng's body out of the way, and at this moment, Ling Hu Heng had already passed out. Even Zhao Xuanyin, who was standing not far away, could not escape, was hit by the shock wave and thrown against the wall. And Zhao Xuanqi, who was hit by the fairy sword, was lying on the ground at this time, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.

The explosion was so strong that even the elders of the Confession House were alarmed, and they came to the small garden to find out in just a moment. But at this time, the small garden had been destroyed by Ling Hu Heng's pupil technique, and the branches and leaves and petals were flying all over the sky, which was miserable.

The master of the Kejiju, the law enforcement elder Fan Ziqian Tieqing, looked at this qiqi with a face, came to Zhao Xuanyin, who was vomiting blood by the wall, and asked coldly: "What's going on?" After Zhao Xuanyin adjusted his internal breath, his heart palpitated, and when he saw his ancestor, he thought of his iron-blooded methods, and immediately did not dare to hide it, and told the truth one by one.

The silent Taoist also arrived at the small garden, he didn't say a word, and immediately helped Ling Hu Heng, and a mellow spiritual power entered Ling Hu Heng's body, but found that the spiritual power in his body was empty, fortunately, the dantian and the heart were fine, which can be said to be a great luck in misfortune.

After listening to Zhao Xuanyin's confession, Fan Ziqian looked at the silent Taoist and said, "Senior brother, let's see what to do!"

The silent Taoist said: "He violated the door rules, so deal with it as you want!"

Fan Ziqian took a deep look at the silent Taoist, didn't say anything, picked up Zhao Xuanqi who was lying on the ground, and walked towards the residence of Kaji