Chapter 1467 Fan Chong's Technique

"No, is this the closed disciple accepted by the sect leader?

Why does it feel average?"

"The sect leader confiscated his disciples for hundreds of years. This disciple looks not very old and is not strong..."

There was a lot of discussion around.

Most of the disciples of the Damenshan Sect are not weak. Some of the disciples of the Damenshan Sect have been in the Damenshan Sect for hundreds of years, and some of them are even better than those of the elders.

Many people can see He Sheng's strength at a glance. Among all the disciples of the inner sect, their strength can only be ranked at the upper level.

Yan He sat down in the main seat, while He Sheng stood beside Yan He, and the two of them were condescending.

"Master, what are you doing?"

He Sheng asked in a low voice.

"I forgot to tell you yesterday that the sect sword test was held today, and forty young disciples were selected to compete, and ten of them were selected to participate in the sect summit."

Yan He said softly.

"Young disciple?

How old are you?”

He Sheng had a strange expression: "Master, the disciple of the inner sect, are they still hundreds of years old?"

When He Sheng came, he saw that many people wearing disciples' costumes were old, and there were even hundreds of disciples of the inner sect.

"Young disciple refers to the inner sect under the age of forty."

Yanhe replied.

He Sheng curled his lips. He was less than thirty years old. Those who were a teenager were also called young disciples?

"Forty people will compete for the strongest disciples. In the last game, you will fight with the strongest disciples of the forty people."

Yan He said again.

He heard this, He Sheng trembled all over and stared at Yan He with incredible face.

"Master, I...can I do it?"

He Sheng looked scared.

Forty young disciples compete for the strongest one. If I can't beat them, wouldn't I throw this shame into my grandma's house?

I am a disciple of the sect leader. If I lose, it will be more than my own face.

What did Master think?

"No problem, the skills learned last night can be used, and weapons can be used on the sword test platform. I believe in you."

The tone of words and voice is neither cold nor indifferent.

"But Master, I don't believe in myself..." He Sheng rolled his eyes.

"You can now think about your previous skills again. Which skills are more powerful. Close your eyes and think about it."

Yan He spoke.

"All right..."

He Sheng was speechless, what did he mean?

Cramp for the moment?

Soon, the sect’s sword test began.

Forty disciples stood in the center of the huge sword test platform.

When He Sheng saw that Fan Chong was standing in front. This guy has gained a lot in the past few months. His already strong body is now even more round.

At the beginning of the competition, He Sheng closed his eyes tightly and began to recall his previous exercises carefully.

Among the many practices, He Sheng felt that the power of the Mahayana Sutra and the Bodhi Buddha Body should not be underestimated, while Buddha Guangdu felt like he was thief and was very effective when he was unprepared.

Moreover, so far, He Sheng has not met anyone who can restrain the Buddha Guangdu practice.

Apart from these three techniques, He Sheng practiced the immortal body.

This technique is equivalent to the second life of He Sheng.

After repeated consideration, He Sheng found that he had made great progress in learning these skills again. He didn't know if it was because he had entered the fifth level.

Especially the Bodhi Buddha body, when the Buddha statue as high as two hundred feet appeared in He Sheng's mind, He Sheng was shocked.

The true energy flew across the sword test platform, and the skills were dazzling. The two disciples had some strength, and even the two disciples used the same skills.

The first fight lasted two full sticks of incense.

The defeated disciple was not seriously injured. I think it was not a matter of fighting between disciples.

The winning disciple sat cross-legged in the corner of the sword test platform, quickly adjusted his breathing to prepare for the next competition.

The three deputy sect leaders all had young disciples. He Sheng had read the books in the books before and learned that the three deputy sect leaders had been in power for hundreds of years, and there were many disciples under his sect, and most of them were promoted to elders at present.

Only three young disciples are still under the sect.

The disciple of the deputy leader of Tianlang is Fan Chong, and He Sheng knows it.

The disciples of the deputy sect leader Tianhu and Tianbao are of extraordinary temperament, especially the disciples of the deputy sect leader Tianbao, who hold a short sword in his hand, are tall but not majestic, and are dressed in a very good manner and look elegant.

After He Sheng closed his eyes, the first round of competition was over.

When he opened his eyes, he happened to see Fan Chong fighting a slim disciple.

Fan Chong was holding a wooden stick in his hand, but the other party was holding a steel knife, but the other party's steel knife could not cut the wooden stick in his hand.

The two of them went back and forth, and each move was as fast as lightning, and they really felt like a competition.

He Sheng suddenly realized that the disciples of Damenshan Sect seemed to have practiced body tempering, which is better than How to practice gun skills, and they also practice martial arts.

This disciple's body is amazingly strong. I am afraid that if he does not use his true energy, he can have a thousand pounds of strength with one punch.

After all, Fan Chong is a disciple of the Deputy Sect Master of Tianlang. The two of them fought hundreds of moves without hurting the other party at all. At this time, if you continue to fight, you must be fully focused. If you are not careful, you may be injured by the other party.

Moreover, whoever uses the exercises first will be at a disadvantage first.

Unless you can do unexpected things when using the exercises.

Obviously, the disciples who fought with Fan Chong were relatively weaker.

In desperation, he had to abandon the knife and use his skills.

True energy circled around his body, and a majestic black panther condensed above his head and rushed towards Fan Chong.

The disciple closed his eyes in place, made seals with his hands, and seemed to be muttering something in his mouth.

The true energy became stronger and stronger, and the black panther became bigger and bigger.

Fan Chong retreated ten feet, with a curvature on the corner of his mouth. He threw the stick in his hand out and it passed straight through the body of the black panther.

The next second, Fan Chong condensed his martial arts and his true energy floated in the air, which was visible to the naked eye.

The powerful true energy condensed into rows of huge waves and rushed towards the other party's disciple.

The huge waves flooded the black panther, and the black panther condensed with true energy disappeared instantly, and the huge waves almost filled half of the sword test platform. The disciple had no choice but to retreat and was swept into it by the huge waves.

boom!

As soon as the loud noise passed, the huge wave disappeared from sight, and the disciple was rushed to the corner of the sword test platform by the huge wave.

It was clearly the true qi turned into water, but the disciple was soaked and in a mess.

"Give up!"

Fan Chong bowed to the disciple, his face full of pride.

He Sheng's expression became a little strange.

This huge wave is clearly formed by the condensation of true energy, but why is there really water?

This Fan Chong is not simple.
Chapter completed!