Chapter 572

The courtyard arranged by Lin Ya is very good. Although it's not big, it's very exquisite. The servants are busy, and it doesn't take long to prepare the banquet.

When the cultivation reaches the spiritual state, the interval between meals can be very long. If you eat every three or five days, or even every ten and a half days, you will not feel too hungry. Taking some pills on weekdays can ensure your abundant physical strength. But since Chen Yu entered the ancient battlefield, he did not have a good meal, and he was really greedy.

The wind swept away a banquet. Chen Yu looked at Lin Ya and others who were sitting on one side and had no desire to move chopsticks. He couldn't help laughing.

"Chen Younger martial brother Chen Yu, now you have enough to eat and drink, can you say? " A woman said with a smile.

This woman's name is Lan Xinyu. She is also a disciple of Kaiyang Pavilion. It was Chen Yu who came to this courtyard.

Now Chen Yu knows that there are seven sword pavilions in Langya sword sect, named after Tianshu, Tianxuan, Tianji, Tianquan, Yuheng, Kaiyang and Yaoguang. Langya sword sect is not divided into internal and external branches, only seven branches are subordinate. The lowest strength disciple belongs to Tianshu branch, and the strongest disciple belongs to Yaoguang branch.

The disciples of Jianzong are the disciples of Tianshu Pavilion. After a period of practice, if they have enough strength, they can challenge the disciples of Tianxuan Pavilion at will. If they succeed in the challenge, they will exchange identities.

Apart from Tianshu Pavilion, from Tianxuan pavilion to Yaoguang Pavilion, the number of disciples in each pavilion is fixed. There are great differences in status and treatment between different sword pavilions.

Kaiyang ranks second in the seven sword Pavilion, which is regarded as the elite among the disciples of the sword sect. The strength of the disciples of Kaiyang Pavilion is the lowest, which is also the eighth floor of the spirit realm!

The existence of Qijian Pavilion makes the competition among the disciples of Langya sword sect extremely fierce. All the disciples who can become the final Yaoguang Pavilion disciples are talented people in thousands of miles!

When he was full of wine and food, Chen Yu glanced at Lin Ya and others present. His heart was full, so he didn't have to delay. He roughly told what happened in the ancient battlefield, which shocked all the Kaiyang Pavilion disciples present.

In fact, Chen Yu did not expect that the story of the ancient battlefield had not been spread around Jianzong. After thinking about it carefully, he estimated that it was the high level of Jianzong who deliberately blocked the news.

After all, hundreds of sword sect disciples all died in the ancient battlefield, even the only daughter of the sect leader did not know where to go. This kind of thing makes it easy for the disciples to feel uneasy.

Chen Yu didn't worry about the high-level of Jianzong. He brought the dangers of the ancient battlefield together and said that Lin ya, LAN Xinyu and others were stunned.

Although this did not change Chen Yu's difficult situation in Langya Jianzong, it at least made him feel much happier.

"How could younger martial brother Su Po die?" Ouyang Ming murmured, looking sad.

"Younger martial sister Yan'er is missing. I don't know her life or death..." A lot of people look worried, even a little scared.

Lin Ya also looked heavy. He got up and said, "thank you for telling me the news of the ancient battlefield. We won't disturb you. Goodbye!"

The other disciples of Kaiyang Pavilion got up one after another and looked at Chen Yu without obvious hostility. In other words, after learning the news from the ancient battlefield, they were not in the mood to trouble Chen Yu now!

"No!" Chen Yu sat with his glass in his hand.

Under the impact of the news of the ancient battlefield, Lin Ya and others did not care about Chen Yu's attitude and talked about leaving the courtyard.

Chen Yu was quiet for a while. He went out of the hall and came to an empty room. The worker had put the water in. He took off his clothes and went to take a bath.

Soaking in hot water, Chen Yu felt very comfortable, but he thought about his own situation.

The defense of Langya Jianzong was not close, but in fact, it was difficult for Chen Yu to escape from such a big sect.

What's more, even if you run away from tianjianfeng, how far can you escape under the pursuit of the strong in Xuanyou?

Of course, although the situation is difficult, Chen Yu is not necessarily dead. Yulingzong and langyajianzong had a long-standing feud, but they were not enemies of the world. There was no reason for Chen Yu's death.

In a word, Chen Yu's current situation is a bit like a proton between countries. Langya Jianzong will not let him go easily, nor will he take his life casually. There are too many factors that decide whether Chen Yu can leave Langya Jianzong safely. Chen Yu must be careful and have a good sense of propriety.

If Chen Yu's performance is worthless, the high level of Langya sword sect may not want Chen Yu's life, but the disciples of Langya sword sect never mind killing him here

If Chen Yu was too dazzling to let the high-level of Jianzong fear, they would never let Chen Yu leave.

In addition, if there is serious hostility between the two major sects, Langya Jianzong will take Chen Yu as an outlet and take Chen Yu's life to disgust yulingzong

All these, just analysis, let Chen Yu feel headache.

Chen Yu was too lazy to think about it any more. He got up and went out of the bath bucket. After changing his coat, he got into the bedroom to sleep.

During the period of the ancient battlefield, Chen Yu's heart strings were really tight. Now when he arrived at Langya sword sect, he didn't worry about his life in a short time, so he just had a good sleep and had a rest.In the early morning of the next day, Chen Yu was still in his sleep, and he heard the shouting and shouting from outside.

When Chen Yu got up and walked out of his bedroom, he saw four or five warriors standing in the courtyard. The leader was about thirty years old. He was slender, straight and handsome, but his face was full of anger.

"Are you Chen Yu from yulingzong?" The leader stared at Chen Yu and cried angrily.

"Yes, I am Chen Yu from yulingzong!" Chen Yu said, "who are you?"

"I'm Wang Lin of Kaiyang Pavilion!" The messenger's voice was hoarse and said, "I want you to tell me that the news you said yesterday that all my disciples of Langya sword sect were destroyed in the ancient battlefield is false. You are talking nonsense, aren't you?"

Hearing this, Chen Yu immediately shook his head and said, "I saw it with my own eyes!"

"Fart!" Wang Lin twisted his face and said angrily, "it can't be true. You liar, I'll tear your mouth!"

With that, Wang Lin took a sword from a man behind him, and one step was a sword.

The sword is as sharp as a waterfall.

With this move, Chen Yu could see that Wang Lin had eight levels of strength in the spirit realm, and he had already manifested the meaning of the sword. The meaning of the sword was melted into the sword, which was crazy and violent.

Obviously, Wang Lin had relatives or friends who went to the ancient battlefield this time. He couldn't accept the news that the three disciples of the ancient battlefield had died.

Although Wang Lin was in a state of half madness, his superb swordsmanship was obvious.

Chen Yu's mind was rotating, but he didn't retreat. The shape of spiritual armor appeared on the surface of his body, and he shot out with one punch.

The meaning of boxing is booming, and the strength of boxing is converging with Jackie Chan.

In the roar, Chen Yu stepped forward and hit the sword with his bare hand. His powerful force burst out.

Wang Lin got rid of his sword, but Chen Yu did not lose his power. He drove straight in and printed it on Wang Lin's chest.

Chen Yu kept his strength in this fist, otherwise it would be easy to blow Wang Lin's fist with his power to kill corpses and beasts. With the spirit armor in his body, Chen Yu's strength soared. It was easy to deal with the eight level warriors in the spirit realm with his bare hands. Let alone that Wang Lin did not sacrifice the sword spirit, even if he did, Chen Yu could defeat him.

"Ah ah..." Wang Lin roared angrily, completely crazy, and a sword spirit emerged from his body.

The sword spirit was white. As soon as it appeared, it had a sharp sense of not having a couple. It suddenly ran across the sky and fell to Chen Yu.

Chen Yu raised his eyebrows and clapped his palm at the sword.

It is said that although Chen Yu had seen many sword spirits of the disciples of Langya sword sect in the ancient battlefield, it was only the first time that he really fought with the sword spirits of the disciples of Langya sword sect. He clapped his hand on the sword spirits.

Pop In the sound of the earthquake, Chen Yu felt cold and pain in his palm. The spirit armor on his palm was torn for a while, and the red golden light burst out. Only then was the sword spirit patted away by him.

The red and golden aura on the spirit armor flows. The place torn by the sword spirit appears ripple like fluctuation and begins to recover.

Wang Lin's sword spirit is not weak. The spirit armor, as a spirit, was cut off by it. Although it was blocked after all, it showed that Wang Lin's sword spirit could threaten Chen Yu.

The sword spirit flies around Chen Yu, as if looking for his flaws.

Chen Yu felt that it was a little difficult. If he sacrificed his soul, it would be easy for him to suppress the sword spirit directly. But in this way, he would be exposed, which would easily arouse the fear of the high level of Langya sword sect.

The ability of xingpo to suppress thousands of spirits was too shocking. If it caused strong fear, it was not what Chen Yu wanted to see.

Chen Yu urged the spirit of the broken sword to fly out.

The palm hits the sword spirit again. At the moment of hitting, the spirit armor is torn and the sword spirit flies.

Black broken sword finds a chance and cuts down with one sword.

Shua, the sword spirit is divided into two.

"Ah Sword spirit? " Some of the disciples of Kaiyang Pavilion who came with Wang Lin were silly and gave out a cry of surprise.

"How can he have a sword spirit? No, the sword spirit is incomplete

At the moment when Wang Lin's sword spirit was cut off, Wang Lin's body was shocked, and he rushed to Chen Yu again.

Chen Yu shook his head, his body flashed, clapped his hand and printed it on Wang Lin's chest again.

The sound of cracking bones sounded, and Wang Lin flew backward at a faster speed, spewing blood from his mouth. After he fell to the ground, he fainted.

Before that, Chen Yu left so much room that he was entangled by Wang Lin. this time, he used 80% of his strength.

The sword spirit, which was cut in two, flew back to Wang Lin and returned to his body.

The courtyard became quiet, and the disciples of Kaiyang Pavilion who came with Wang Lin looked strange.

"Don't you take people to the hospital yet?" Chen Yu said in a deep voice.

Those Kaiyang Pavilion disciples who came with Wang Lin woke up and quickly set up Wang Lin to leave.

Chen Yu stood with his hands down, looked at the workers in the corner, and told them to prepare breakfast.

After defeating Wang Lin, Chen Yu didn't feel proud, because he knew that Wang Lin was just the beginning, and he still had a long time to live in Langya Jianzong.