On Xiaolian Peak, Wudang monks all made an appointment to compete in the battle, which is also a place specially used for competition among the Seventy-Two Peaks.

Due to their different personalities, some disciples parted ways afterwards, some communicated with each other, and some were unwilling to accept it, but the monks came and went.

This makes Wu, who is standing motionless under the stone statue, looks very strange.

Lu Qingqing, who was standing beside him, reminded: "Junior Brother Wu, it's time for Uncle Yin to start class."

Wu Qi then came to his senses and nodded: "Yes, senior sister."

He took Li Mi and Chongyang to get up with swords and rushed to Tuwu Mountain.

After arriving and landing, Lu Qingqing did not forget to warn: "Uncle Yin is straightforward and speaks with no slightest words. The junior brother should speak out in a straightforward manner. If he is tactful and implicit, it will be inconvenient."

Back at Tuwu Mountain, Wu Qi asked Li Mi and Chongyang to go back to the house to wait first. When he turned around, he found that the sky was full of dark clouds.

Around the road, a disciple of a trunk of roads had mastered various magic weapons and was floating in the air and waiting silently.

Wu Qi's rough observation was that the Taoist disciples who stayed at the Seventy-Two Peaks, plus the communicating monks of other sects and living cultivators, totaling no more than one hundred.

He could see Wang Yang, who was stepping on the big golden sword "Golden Cicada" at a glance, and the other party waved to him from afar.

In addition, what impressed Wu Qi the most was a monk sitting on a big gourd.

He was about thirty years old and wore a navy Taoist robe, with a bun tied up behind his head, his eyes were very deep, his eyes were blue, his eyes were tired, and he looked like he was overworked with insufficient sleep.

Most of the other monks control sword treasures and stand straight and upright.

Only this gourd monk sat on the magic weapon and couldn't help but cover his mouth and yawn.

Wu Qi looked to the side: "Senior sister, which senior brother is sitting on the gourd?"

Lu Qingqing looked at it and said, "That's Junior Brother Guo, Junior Brother Guo's cultivation and fighting skills are quite good. He has won the leader of the Jianshan Competition every four years and is a very strong promise."

"Junior Brother Guo's style was brave and diligent in the past, but later something unexpected happened... It caused him to feel a little depressed, saying that traditional sword cultivators suffered too much casualties and could not save people. He wanted to combine elixirs with magic swords to reduce the number of deaths in fighting, but this was really too difficult. There has been no results so far."

Wu Qi silently recorded it.

If you have time, you have to get to know this sword cultivator.

While chatting, the black fog in the air suddenly contracted suddenly and condensed into a human form.

Lu Qingqing and his brothers bowed and shouted, "Uncle Yin."

Wu Qi also followed suit.

Yin Luofu was wearing a black shirt, his hair was parted in the middle of his forehead, and an inch below his ear. His eyes were indifferent and his nose was straight, about forty years old, and he was not serious.

"Today I'm talking about 'Kanmaru hiding'."

He was straightforward and concise: "There is a saying of sword pills, which originated from the ancient art of magic "Sword Dan Dou Huan". The magic is divided into civil and military skills, and the literary tricks are beans, rings, and martial arts are swords and dans."

"Later, a monk was inspired by it, casting an invisible sword with golden balls, controlling the energy in the balls, and refining the sword of ever-changing changes."

"From then on, the sword balls gradually spread to the world."

Yin Luofu's face turned cold, his lips opened and closed at a very small amplitude, and his eyes swept across everyone present.

"Before the Shang Dynasty, sword cultivation practiced sword energy, usually the Qi was stored in the Dantian, and the spiritual power was used to condense the body, so the "Sword-Holding Technique" arose."

"On this basis, there are two factions in the north and south. The Southern Sect emits sword energy from their hands, and the Northern Sect exhales sword energy from their mouths."

"The north and south merge, and the sword cultivation technique can be integrated."

"The sword pill can be held in hand or swallowed, and created the theory of fighting with external alchemy, which once became the first choice for many sword cultivators to choose magic weapons."

His eyes were vague, as if he was staring at every disciple, as if no one was looking at it, just looking through everyone, into the sea of ​​clouds and mists of the seventy-two peaks.

"What else is there? I use the golden elixir formed in my body to make sword pills. I don't know the sword, it's powerful and powerful, and I kill people and myself."

"Where is the head of the law?"

Lu Qingqing stood up with his sword: "Disciple is here."

A silver projectile appeared in Yin Luofu's black clothes, and it flew out and hung in front of Lu Qingqing.

"This is the "White Rabbit" of Jianwan. You can try it out with it, and you can't force it."

"Yes, uncle."

Lu Qingqing's eyes changed, and the flying sword "Nine Sky" under his feet condensed into clouds and turned into a blue wind sword rolled towards the sword ball.

"White Rabbit" was extremely flexible, moving left and right in the air, making the "Nine Sky" sword round. Its movement was so fast that its trajectory made the eyes of the disciples present unable to keep up.

Then it flew around Lu Qingqing, forming silver rings. Lu Qingqing had to turn attack into defense, using "Nine Sky" to condense the wind wall and block the Jianwan attack.

Suddenly, the "White Rabbit" stopped suddenly, and the surrounding spiritual energy suddenly disappeared without a trace.

The wind wall made of "Jiuxiao" suddenly shattered.

Lu Qingqing inside disappeared.

"The White Rabbit" is amazing, and the disciples are defeated."

She appeared in a cloud in the distance.

Yin Luofu said slowly: "The sword ball is swift and fierce, because its shape and method are integrated, the spirit of the instrument is not obvious. The purer it is, the more powerful it is."

"Those who want to try the Swordmaru, leave the list."

As soon as he finished speaking, two disciples stood up with swords.

"White Rabbit" has no pressure to fight one against two people. It only relies on its own strength and speed to directly penetrate the two disciples' protective spiritual power.

The two of them suddenly fell and recovered in mid-air, and returned with their swords.

"Next." Yin Luofu said lightly.

Another figure emerged on the sword.

Wu Qi recognized this person as Xie Baixiang, who had previously tested him.

Xie Baixiang's magic weapon "White Dragon Fish Clothing" was scattered into countless silver fish, covering the sky and surging towards the sword ball.

He pinched his sword and pointed it in the void. The silver fish suddenly turned into sixteen white silks to wrap the sword balls layer by layer, shaped like a white dragon. The sword balls rushed left and right inside the white dragon's body, causing the white silk to bulge high on the outside, but they could not break through this flexible outer wall.

Xie Baixiang sweated on her forehead, which obviously consumed a lot of money to control the white dragon.

He made sword fingers with his left and right hands, and made sword tree seals with his fingertips: "Chen Yuan Tanlong!"

The surrounding spiritual energy suddenly rushed towards the white dragon, and the countless clouds and mists in the air also turned into the body of the white dragon, making it more than a hundred feet long and lingering in the air, like a dragon god coming to the world.

Xie Baixiang coughed out a mouthful of blood, and the blood turned into a red mist in his handprint.

He whispered: "Shen Yuan, the finishing touch."

The majestic Yun Zhongtanlong's eyes suddenly lit up, and blood was shining in his eyes, as if he had come alive from the magic. Red lights began to appear in the dragon's body, like pieces of internal organs beating and breathing.

On the dragon's clouds, a silver light flashed, breaking through the dragon's belly and jumping out.

The sword balls quietly hang two feet in front of Xie Baixiang.

If necessary, it can penetrate the monk's body in an instant.

Xie Baixiang's magic was all out, and Tanlong's transformation was still broken by the sword ball, and his face showed bitterness: "The disciple is defeated."

Yin Luofu glanced at him: "You can't do anything, you don't have to force it. Secret techniques hurt your body, remember to be cautious."

"Disciple knows the mistake."

Xie Baixiang bowed her head and bowed.

The clouds and mist in the air disappeared, and the "White Dragon Fish Suit" turned into a sword and floated under his feet again. However, the sword light became a little dimmed, and the spiritual power was a little unstable.

Wu Qi was a little surprised by the whole battle.

He mistakenly thought that Xie Baixiang was mediocre and did not expect that he had extremely high attainments in sword techniques. If he hadn't had his simple and crude fighting method, he would have had a hard battle with one stern look.

"The history of Jianmaru's decline will be discussed next time."

Yin Luofu whispered: "Next, this lesson is the assessment. Choose eight people to compete in pairs, and the winner will be the "White Rabbit."

As soon as he finished speaking, many disciples volunteered.

"Disciple is willing to try!"

"Disciple is willing to fight!"

...

Wu Qi also tried to fight: "Disciples are willing to fight."

Yin Luofu ordered a few people casually.

Those who are clicked disappear in an instant.

Wu Qi was surprised and suddenly found that he was pointed at by his fingers. He felt that he was being pulled by a huge force. The next second he opened his eyes and found that he was already on the Xiaolian Peak Sword Platform.

Standing opposite was a monk with a bitter face. He had no sword in his hand and his eyes were peaceful.

"In the late stage of Jiedan, Trevor Hai, please give me advice." The other party bowed and reported his own name.

Wu Qi also said: "In the early stage of the elixir, Wu Qi."

Trevor's sea-sleeved sword light flashed.
Chapter completed!