Chapter 31

Xuantian's scabbard is against Fan Hong's heart. If Xuantian had a scabbard sword in his hand, it would be enough to pierce Fan Hong's heart and kill him with one blow.

Fan Hong admits defeat. Xuantian takes back his sword and says, "elder martial brother Fan Hong, you've accepted."

Fan Hong sighed, his eyes turned to God, and said: "younger martial brother Huang Tian, your sword technique is mysterious and mysterious. I have only seen it in the hands of Li Yichang, a demon sword. With your strength, you can definitely hope to get into the top ten and compete with the demon sword Li Yichang. I lose in your hands. I will not be unjust or unjust..."

After saying that, Fan Hong's face was full of gloom, and he jumped down directly and left the arena.

The disciples under the challenge arena were shocked again.

Every time Xuantian stabbed a sword, he forced fan Hong back two steps. With only 15 swords, Fan Hong was forced back from the center to the edge of the arena.

The 16th sword, Fan Hong can not retreat, hard block Xuantian a sword, as a result, Xuantian sword stab the center of the mouth, defeated by Xuantian's hand.

There are only 32 disciples in the wudaojing sect. Each of them is a giant among the disciples of the outer sect. They have extraordinary strength and are the existence that other disciples look forward to.

However, only 16 swords were defeated by Xuantian's hand. Moreover, Xuantian's sword had not yet come out of its sheath, only half of its strength was used!

How can the disciples not be shocked by such a result?

Half of his strength is just the guess of his disciples. Xuantian is like a deep sea. No one else can see how much strength he really shows. Only he knows it.

Not only the ordinary outer disciples, the elite disciples with seven, eight, and nine accomplishments, but even the giant disciples with the ten fold cultivation, all showed astonishment and disbelief in their eyes.

The defeated Fan Hong did not show half decadence or resentment. It can be seen that he was convinced of Xuantian's defeat and did not feel ashamed.

Because, when a giant disciple with his strength met Xuantian, he had the same result. It was not that Fan Hong's strength was too low, but Xuantian's strength was too high.

Far away!

Zhang Long's eyes, showing the light of excitement, the fighting spirit soared to the sky, and said in his heart: "it's really more and more interesting, this boy really has some skills. Huang Tian, you can endure two more rounds, and finally fall into my hands, let me finish you by myself."

Bai Zhanhe was surprised in his eyes. He looked at Xuantian from a distance and said in his heart: "this boy, he has really refined the congenital skill. This is the most difficult skill among all the huangjie skills. Elder martial brother chufeng practiced for a period of time and gave up. Is it possible that Tianjian sect, after founder Ling, will be the fourth one to cultivate congenital skill in the martial arts realm Genius in the realm of great success? Unfortunately, he's almost 15 years old. He's a talented man with eight levels of martial arts. Compared with elder martial brother Chu Feng, he's a hundred thousand miles away. Compared with master Ling, he's far away. But he can cultivate innate skills. What a freak. "

Yang Dingjun looked at Xuantian from a distance. His face was gloomy, and his eyes seemed to be filled with anger. Beside him, there were many elite disciples of nine cultivation and even giant disciples of ten cultivation.

Yang Dingjun said to several giant disciples of ten times Cultivation: "in the fifth round, you must take Huang Tian for me. If anyone meets him, give me a hard beating. Don't be afraid to hurt him. No matter how much he is injured, I will bear for you. Beat him to a disability, break his dog's leg, and break all his bones to me!"

"Yes, elder martial brother Yang." Six or seven giant disciples nodded.

Yang Ding Jun bit his teeth and clenched his fist. He said in a cold voice: "it's better to be quickly pulled out by me. I will severely abuse him in front of all the people."

On a mountain peak opposite to the outer gate square, a Maoting Pavilion is built in the direction directly opposite the square. From the Maoting Pavilion, you can get a panoramic view of the outer gate square of the opposite peak.

In the pavilion, there was a girl about 15 years old and an old man with white beard and white hair.

Both of them cast their eyes on the opposite peak and the square outside the gate.

With long legs, white skin and delicate face, this girl is the inner disciple of Tianjian sect, Ling Xingyue, whom Xuantian met in the Yinfeng mountains.

"Grandfather, how about the yellow sky? He has the strength to defeat the ten martial arts practitioners for his eight level cultivation. Although the strength of the ten fold cultivation disciple is not too high, it is just like a peak that can only be looked up to. Huang Tian can cross two realms to defeat him. Such talents are rare even among the inner disciples. "

Ling Xingyue's eyes are taken back from the square opposite the mountain and fall on the old man.

The old man with white hair raised his right hand, touched his beard and said, "Xingyue, how much strength did you say he used?"

Ling Xingyue said: "he didn't even get his sword out of his sheath. He should have used 50% of his strength, at least 40%."

The old man with white hair shook his head and laughed.

Ling Xingyue startled: "grandfather, is Huang Tian's strength so strong that only 30% of its strength has been used?"

The old man with white hair said, "I'm afraid even three Chengdu didn't use it.""How could it be!"

Ling Xingyue exclaimed: "even three Chengdu didn't use it. Isn't he able to compete with some of the top disciples in shichongxiu?"

The old man with white hair nodded and said, "Xingyue, did he use the jueying sword instinctively only at the moment of death? Instead of slowly understanding the jueying sword technique and mastering it thoroughly? "

Ling Xingyue nodded and said, "Well!"

Deep in the eyes of the old man with white hair, there was a faint look of doubt.

Ling Xingyue said: "grandfather, Huang Tian saved my life. He has good potential. Can he be the focus of training?"

The old man with white hair said: "the real Eagle should fly in the broad sky. The flowers in the greenhouse can't adapt to the wind and rain after all. This son is not an ordinary person. He has his own way to go. If he does not interfere with him, he may go further than the arranged road."

Ling Xingyue's eyes were slightly surprised. It was the first time that he heard his grandfather's praise of a person. Even Chu Feng, the first disciple of the inner family, was a rare genius in the hundred years of tianjianzong. His grandfather's evaluation was only a good one, which was far from Xuantian's.

Ling Xingyue mouth showed a trace of smile, heart: Huang Tian, you really give me a long face, recommended you to my grandfather to know, as expected.

Ling Xingyue said: "grandfather, since Xuantian has the ability to compete with the top disciples in other schools, if they meet in advance, will some people want to eliminate them in advance and even fail to enter the top ten?"

The old man with white hair touched his beard and said, "I will let him fight against the more and more powerful disciples. In each round of competition, he will meet a stronger opponent than the last round, and let him gradually show his strength."

After saying that, a pair of wings suddenly appeared behind the old man with white hair. The wings were completely condensed by the true Qi and became translucent. It was ten Zhang long. He took Ling Xingyue in one hand, and with a beat of the wings of Zhenqi, he suddenly rose to the sky and flew to the inner peak of Tianjian sect, and soon disappeared.

After defeating Fan Hong, Xuantian soon left the arena and left the square. The fourth round was 127-64. After the end, he had to decide the 65th to 127th places. The fifth round will not start until tomorrow.

The fifth round was 64-32. In almost every match, there were ten major disciples of cultivation taking part in the competition. The competition started from the fifth round, which was a climax.

On the terrace directly in front of the square, more than ten outside hall leaders are sitting together.

From left to right, the first hall, the second Hall The head of the tenth hall.

The third hall master's eyes were taken back from Xuantian who left the square and said: "our third hall has produced a genius this year. We only have eight levels of cultivation in martial arts realm, but we hope to get into the top ten. Our third hall has not only cherished the fate, but also a Huang Tian. Hey, in this year's ranking competition, the third hall will occupy at least two positions."

The sixth hall leader frowned slightly and said, "that's not true. Huang Tiantian's eight fold cultivation in martial arts realm, do you really think he can get into the top ten? The first sixteen are hanging! "

Fan Hong was a disciple of the sixth hall, who was defeated by Xuantian. The head of the sixth hall was depressed.

The seventh hall leader and the sixth hall master have a good relationship, and they say: "if the fifth round Huang Tian is attacked by Bai Zhanhe and Yang Dingjun When several top-notch disciples in the ten fold cultivation are selected, they will be eliminated in the fifth round, and even the first thirty-two will not be able to enter. "

The third hall leader's face was stunned, and then he began to laugh again. He said, "it's not easy for them to get Huang Tian for so many competitions. I'm sure Huang Tian will rush into the top ten."

The sixth hall leader said, "hum! Not necessarily! "

At this time, a carrier pigeon flew into the building and landed in the hands of the first hall master.

The first hall leader took a note from the pigeon's feet, opened it and looked at it. His face was slightly startled and said, "you don't have to fight. The patriarch has already sent a message to Huang Tian to arrange opponents. Each round of competition, the opponent's strength gradually increases."

The other nine hall leaders were all surprised and said in succession: "the ranking competition of the outer disciples has never been taken seriously by the inner sect. Who is Huang Tian and how can it attract the attention of the patriarch?"

Several people looked at each other and looked at the first hall leader.

The first hall master shrugged his shoulders, looked perplexed, shrugged his shoulders and said, "I don't know. Huang Tian has always been unknown and has never been revealed. The Lord should pay attention to him. I'm also very surprised!"

……

The next day, the rank of the outer disciples was very cold, and the fifth round began.

Yang Dingtian wanted to get Xuantian's number. He beat Xuantian very early, which made him feel comfortable. Unfortunately, he got a nine fold cultivation disciple of Pai No. 51.

Du Wenke is a giant disciple of Yang Dingtian, whose strength is second only to Liang Zhong. He remembers Yang Dingtian's instructions and wants to get Xuantian as soon as possible and teach Xuantian a hard lesson for him.

Du Wenke grabs into the box and grabs out a token. The number is 62. This makes Du Wenke feel sorry that he didn't hit Xuantian.

Elder Han pulled the token in Du Wenke's hand and said in a loud voice: "the fifth round, the 11th round, Du Wenke, No. 11, against Huangtian, No. 467, No. 3 Arena."Awesome brothers, recommend tickets, please collect them.

[bookid = 1991075, bookname = Chunyang Zhenxian]

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