Jian Yang Nine Heavens

() Some peaks outside the Tianming Sword Sect have a vast area and many small peaks. The main peak is like a huge sword holding the sky straight into the sky, and the sea of ​​clouds spreads and rolls to cover the peak.These days, there are thousands of disciples in Qianya Peak, and this mountain is the residence of Tianming Sword Sect, as long as outsiders from other sects come to Tianming Sword Sect, they will live here.

The lights in a building in Jingyangju are flickering non-stop, the night is already sultry, and the sky is full of stars, tomorrow will be a good weather again.

Luo Yan watched Chu Lang's martial arts competition in the afternoon, and was entangled by a force in his heart, and was very unwilling. To think that a person at the second level of innate realm could defeat Mu Caifeng's senior sister Li, who was cultivated at the fifth level of innate realm, had already surpassed his own. Unexpectedly, this afternoon was supposed to be Chu Lang's last battle, but the ending turned out to be so unexpected.

Although they were in the same arena, the two did not meet in advance. In the final analysis, Zhuge Feng secretly bought a meeting organizer from the Tianming Sword Sect. Luo Yan's goal was to be the top ten in the sect. As a favor, try to arrange some low-level opponents for Luo Yan.

Luo Yan looked at his father Luo Bingqing in front of him with a serious face. For tomorrow's competition, there will always be a chance to meet Chu Lang.

"Father, it's the finals tomorrow. I'm afraid every opponent is not that simple. Of the 64 people who have entered the finals of the competition, except for two who are at the recasting level, there are more than a dozen at the peak of the spiritual space and the first level of the innate level. For this reason, the rest are middle-level and high-level cultivations of the Xiantian Realm." Luo Yan didn't think that Luo Bingqing could arrange opponents for himself, and pick some cultivation bases below the middle-level Xiantian Realm.

Zhuge Feng's face was expressionless, and he glanced at Luo Bingqing and his son. He was still worried about Chu Lang winning the game in the afternoon. He never thought that this kid could defeat an opponent at the fifth level of the innate realm. I'm afraid Luo Yan's martial arts were not The guy's opponent.

Walking back and forth in front of the window, stroking the beard on his chin with his hand, pondering for a long time, Luo Bingqing glanced at Zhuge Feng, and knew that he had put a lot of effort into it, and said to Luo Yan: "Although there is a chance tomorrow, I will meet you." The opponents who have reached the high-level Xiantian Realm and the Recasting Realm, but the chances are not high. They are only entering the top 32 battle. The Tianming Sword Sect and those old guys from other sects are all human. If the disciples at the elementary level of the realm continue to go down, they will definitely be screened out through the first round of competition."

"Father, are you saying that there is a half-chance against disciples of the Shattering Nether Realm and the opponents are at the beginning level of the Spiritual Sky Realm or the Xiantian Realm." Luo Yan seemed to have found hope, and his eyes brightened.

"Sect Master Luo is right, it will happen every time, so you don't have to worry too much about opponents in the Recasting Realm, you won't meet in the first round." Zhuge Feng also nodded and said softly.

"However, even if the disciple enters the top 32, the next competition will be against high-level and recasting realm opponents. I can still win at the beginning and mid-level cultivation base, but if it is a high-level or recasting realm, I'm afraid I still have self-knowledge." Luo Yan said what was most worrying in her heart, and hoped that her father could find other ways to help her.

"Leave your sword tonight, for my father to inject three sword intents into this sword for you tonight, and it may help you defeat opponents who are at the high level of breaking the innate state or at the recasting state. "Luo Bingqing said coldly.

Although there is no explicit regulation on this matter in this martial arts competition, and the disciples cannot be infused with the sword intent of high-level warriors, it is obvious that Luo Bingqing has already given up.

For those who have advanced martial arts cultivation, especially those who have entered the middle level of the Recasting Realm, they have a little understanding of the way of the sword and the perception of the way of heaven, and they can force their understanding and artistic conception of the way of the sword through the internal force behind their bodies. Poured into the sword, forming a series of invisible sword qi contained in the sword as a carrier.As long as the user mobilizes his internal energy, he can stimulate the invisible sword intent in the sword and attack the opponent.

It's just that this kind of practice will greatly deplete the caster's internal strength and essence, greatly deplete the whole body's cultivation, and greatly deplete the energy of the sea of ​​​​spiritual consciousness.

Luo Bingqing also pondered for a long time before deciding to help Luo Yan defeat Chu Lang, hoping that Luo Zongmen could become a blockbuster.

Luo Yan said happily: "Really, but father, will your injury be affected?"

Luo Yan suddenly thought that the wound he received before hadn't healed yet, and now he wanted to inject sword energy into his wounded vitality.

Luo Bingqing waved his hands, his old face showed a sinister look, and said: "No defense, as long as you can defeat Chu Lang, or even find a chance to depose Chu Lang, everything is worth it."

If he could seriously injure the disciples in the sect that Chen Ning had cultivated, he would be able to vent his evil spirits from the past.

"Yes, father, the child will definitely go all out and will not disappoint you, father." Luo Yan believed that with these three sword intents, he would be able to defeat Chu Lang at that time, and couldn't help but look out of the window eagerly. Looking at the stars in the void, he secretly prayed that he would meet Chu Lang soon, so that he would know how miserable the end would be if he offended himself and his master.

snort!

The Luo family father and son and Zhuge Feng looked out the window in silence, as if they were quietly thinking about how to completely defeat their opponents.

In the residence of the outer disciples of the Tianming Sword Sect, a courtyard was quiet, and the dancing candlelight on the table illuminated the two figures in the room.

Chu Lang looked helplessly at Chen Lin and said, "Little Fatty, you don't plan to spend the night like this tonight. It's already late, and you still don't want to go back."

"I've made up my mind. I really plan to stay here tonight. Recently, I found that I can't understand you, kid. You change every day. I can hardly recognize who you are." Chen Lin thought of the whole dance in the afternoon. Sword Square was buzzing with rumors of the wonderful battle of the innate second-level realm and the victory over the innate fifth-level realm. Staying here all night watching Chu Lang is like admiring a work of art.

"I've said it all. It's luck, and it was extremely dangerous at the time. I tried my best to win the game. How can those people pass it so well?" Chu Lang explained to Chen Lin for the sixth time. Winning this game is purely a matter of luck.

"Damn it, let's go to the back mountain to compete again now, I don't believe you are lucky." Chen Lin was really eager to try, and he didn't try his best last time.

It is rare to have such a strong opponent. The two-day competition has made Chen Lin very boring. Chen Lin barely entered the competition today, and now he is full of enthusiasm, coupled with Chu Lang's half-truth and half-false explanation, Chen Lin's heart is itching to immediately It took three hundred rounds of the battle to be enjoyable.

Seeing him staring at him with resentful eyes, Chu Lang felt uncomfortable and waved his hands, "Whatever you want, I'm sleepy, you can sleep wherever you like."

He fell asleep with his clothes down, completely ignoring Chen Lin's discomfort like an ant in a hot pot.

Chen Lin curled his lips. This kid brought him a miracle. Before, he thought that Chu Lang couldn't go far, but he didn't expect to enter the finals now. There is only one stage tomorrow, so he can see what happened.

Chen Lin stretched his limbs and let out a haha, a wave of tiredness came to his mind. Although he didn't encounter much obstacles today, he was still a little tired. After looking around, he couldn't find a place to sleep.

It was very cold on the ground in the middle of the night, and now it was late at night and he could only make do with it. Looking at Chu Lang who was soundly asleep, Chen Lin inadvertently smiled, and walked slowly to Chu Lang's bedside.