Chapter 1412

"The second stage of selection is that you enter the testing ground one by one. The puppet refined in the holy land will fight with you. The longer you stay, the greater the chance to stand out. As for the strength of the puppet, it will change according to your strength. Let's hope for more happiness. " The eyes of the middle-aged man in Qingshan passed the crowd, making a quiet voice.

"It's not a puppet, that's extraordinary..." Hearing his words, Wei Wuxian showed a smile at the corner of his mouth. Then he got up and jumped onto the challenge arena and said in a loud voice, "let me try it first."

At the moment when Wei Wuxian's steps fell into the challenge arena, the puppet trembled slightly and moved closely. His movements were more flexible than those of normal people, and there was no delay of puppets at all.

What's more, ye Lingfeng found that, just as the middle-aged people in Qingshan said, the puppet seemed to be able to perceive the cultivation of human beings. At the same time that Wei Wuxian stepped on the stage, he defined the cultivation in the seventh layer of condensate gas.

"It's just a dead thing controlled by someone..." Wei Wuxian curled his mouth, and then his eyes lit up. His mind suddenly came out, condensed and formed. He rushed towards the puppet and disappeared into the puppet's brain. He heard a dull sound, and the puppet's action stopped suddenly.

Obviously, Wei Wuxian's mind attack seems to have destroyed the puppet's command center and made him unable to move.

"A dead thing is a dead thing. It doesn't mean anything. It's not even as good as a country bumpkin. How can you beat this genius..." Wei Wuxian disdains to smile, and then sits cross legged in the challenge arena, and the posture of landing on the ground seems to be that he is going to be unable to sit in the challenge arena, and drag the time as long as possible.

"Come down..." The middle-aged man in Qingshan was so angry with his arrogant attitude that he turned pale. But the rules existed, but he couldn't speak out. He could only gnash his teeth and call Wei Wuxian to step down. But when he saw that he didn't have any reaction, he could only shake his shoulders and said angrily, "you've passed this pass. The winner goes straight into the inner gate, and the inner gate disciples have your seat!"

"It's easy to say that long ago. I'm sitting on the ass of a genius like this..." Until the middle-aged man in Qingshan said this, Wei Wuxian got up from the ground and walked slowly to the challenge arena.

The middle-aged man in Qingshan was already shaking his shoulders. After taking a few deep breaths, he was not angry. Then he looked around the crowd and said angrily, "who will try next?"

"I'll try." After hearing the speech, the young man surnamed Ye flew up and landed steadily in the challenge arena. Then his five fingers moved slightly, and a sharp sword appeared in the palm of his hand. The blade of the sword was like a leek leaf. It was thin, transparent and extraordinary.

Seeing the young man surnamed Ye step on the stage, ye Lingfeng's expression suddenly becomes nervous. He wants to see what kind of strength this teenager with his own surname has, and he wants to use his means to judge whether he is of the same race or not.

Brush, brush! At that time, the young man surnamed Ye stepped on the challenge arena with his sword, and his sword speed was extremely fast. Just in an instant, he had stabbed dozens of swords, each sword was full of vigor and brilliance. It was like a huge light curtain, which immediately enveloped the puppet under the sword curtain, making it difficult for him to move.

What a fast sword! Looking at this scene, ye Lingfeng can't help but take a cold breath. He also uses his sword, but he thinks he can't be as fast as the young man surnamed Ye. However, ye Lingfeng feels that his moves are all gorgeous. Every sword is very powerful, but it's a pity that it's scattered but not solidified. If he doesn't have so many superfluous moves, his power will be stronger.

Whoa! As ye Lingfeng had expected, the puppet broke through the sword curtain after being trapped for a moment, and hit the young man surnamed ye on the shoulder with one blow. The blow was extremely fierce. After hitting it, all the people under the stage heard the dull sound of broken bones.

"Break it for me!" Shoulder pain, Ye's eyes suddenly showed a chill, the hands of a long sword swing, sword power suddenly changed, one sword after another, just like the continuous tide, wave after wave to the puppet's joints.

The sword is as powerful as a rainbow. Song qinger, who is on stage, is almost crazy. His eyes are full of blurred colors, as if he is deep in mind.

Not only is song qinger like a Star chaser, but ye Lingfeng is also amazed.

What a fierce sword! It's a pity that this guy's mind is still on the pursuit of magnificence, forgetting that the sword is not something else, but killing people. Otherwise, the sword will be more concise and powerful!

However, although there are some shortcomings, such sword power is enough to deal with this puppet!

Sure enough, ye Lingfeng didn't think about it. After several swords continuously attacked, the young man surnamed Ye waved his long sword in his hand. His white clothes floated down like a banished immortal. His movements were ethereal, with a kind of natural and unrestrained beauty.

Just as he fell, the puppet opposite him trembled. After a dull sound, all the joints were broken and fell to the ground heavily. It was obvious that he had been torn down by the young man surnamed Ye.

Hiss! In front of this scene, let Song Ling and other ghosts pour air-conditioning, his face is full of consternation. Although it was also a great victory, the young people of Ye's family were more tolerant than Wei Wuxian.

"I'm lucky to live up to my destiny." After smashing the puppet, the young man surnamed Ye jumped down from the challenge arena and arched his hand to the middle-aged man in Qingshan. He said with some guilt, "but it's a pity that the puppet has been broken up. I'm really sorry.""Why do you say that, nephew ye nianshi? This puppet was originally used as a test. If you win a great victory, you will be my inner disciple of wanchu holy land. Not to mention this little puppet, no one will say much even if you tear down another hundred or ten."

The middle-aged man in Qingshan was obviously very optimistic about the young man surnamed Ye. Wen Yan waved his hand with a smile, and then he said with a smile on his face, "and our puppets in wanchu holy land are different from others. They have the ability to repair. Even if their joints are broken, they can still recover."

With these words, the middle-aged man in Qingshan jumped onto the stage and pressed the puppet's chest to reveal a black box. After putting in one of the medium-sized spirit stones, there was a touch of milky light around the puppet's body.

It's just a few young people who have recovered from their joints and all of them get up again.

"Next, who else is going to try?" After repairing the puppet, the middle-aged man in Qingshan looked around the field and said slowly.

As the voice dropped, someone jumped into the challenge arena and began to fight with the puppet. However, this man's cultivation was much worse than that of Wei Wuxian and ye Nian. It only lasted about five breath, and he was shot down in the challenge arena.