C272 Liu Jie

Sword Continent, Baimei Sword Sect.

Today was the monthly Spirit Sword Competition, and when Fang Chen appeared on the plaza, there were already many disciples present.

"As expected of the Baimei Sword Sect."

When Fang Chen saw these disciples, he could not help but exclaim in his heart. Baimei Sword Sect was one of the nine great two star powers of the Golden Crown.

After a short while, all the disciples had arrived, and immediately after, a black-haired old man appeared on the main platform.

"Everyone, today is the monthly Spirit Sword Sect Resource Competition. Of course, before that, I need to announce something." The black-haired elder said.

In the next moment, the black haired old man pointed at Fang Chen who was in the middle of the group and said: "Yesterday, our Baimei Sword Sect recruited a new disciple called Fang Chen, because he is a new disciple, he did not have to participate in the competition for the Spirit Sword Sect's resources."

The new disciples were too weak, so even if they fought for it, they wouldn't be able to compete too much. Therefore, Baimei Sword Sect wanted the new disciples' strength to increase quickly, so he didn't allow them to participate in the first Spirit Sword Resource Competition. She gave them an hour's worth of Spirit Sword resources.

After hearing this news, all of the disciples nodded their heads. They had already gotten used to it.

The next stage was the competition for the spirit sword resources. Although it was a competition for resources, it was a competition of strength.

In the plaza, there was a testing monument. Every warrior used their full strength and placed their Blast a fist s on the monument to give spirit sword resources according to the height of their strength.

Fang Chen quietly watched, the first person up on stage was the number one disciple from the outer sect, his name was Xiahou Wu, his strength had reached Seventh level of the Qi Hai realm, and was extremely tyrannical.

Xiahou Wu clenched his fist tightly, and a wild aura surged around his body. Then, his fist fiercely smashed onto the stone tablet, and a wild voice suddenly entered everyone's ears.

On the stone tablet, a number appeared. When Fang Chen looked over, he realized that this number was thirty.

"Xiahou Wu, thirty-two hours at the Spirit Sword Sect."

Last month, Xiahou Wu only received forty-four hours. He did not expect that this month, thirty hours had passed, so his strength had greatly increased.

"Next."

Time passed bit by bit, and in the blink of an eye, half a day passed. When noon arrived, all of the hundreds of outer disciples passed the test.

Fang Chen observed that even the weakest disciple would be able to obtain the spirit sword resources for two hours.

"The competition for the Spirit Sword Sect's resources has ended. Everyone, please train hard." After the black-haired elder finished speaking, he turned around and left.

Many of the disciples were happy and sad.

Some disciples' eyes even flickered as they looked at Fang Chen, causing his scalp to go numb.

Following that, Fang Chen moved extremely fast, and directly arrived at the Spirit Sword Plaza, and then dived into the restrictions on the plaza.

Fang Chen naturally knew from those greedy gazes that they were trying to steal his Spirit Sword resources, so he rushed over as fast as possible and used them up.

Just as he entered the restrictions, Fang Chen realized that a tyrannical sword intent immediately spread out, pressing down on him.

In the center of the restriction was a huge spirit sword. On this spirit sword, there was a simple and ancient aura revolving around it.

"This is a spirit sword?" Fang Chen looked at the spirit sword, his eyes flashing.

In the next moment, Fang Chen started to absorb the Spirit Sword Intent from the sword.

Not only did the spirit sword contain a majestic sword intent, it also contained an extremely pure spirit energy. Cultivating within the restrictions made Fang Chen feel as if his bottleneck had become a lot more relaxed.

Hiss, hiss, hiss …

The sword intent surrounded Fang Chen's body, and he closed his eyes.

At this moment, the golden heart suddenly beat rapidly, absorbing the boundless sword intent contained in the spirit sword in a wild manner.

"Hmm?"

After discovering this scene, Fang Chen's face revealed a look of ecstasy. Because of the golden heart, the absorption of the boundless sword intent by his body became faster and faster.

Like this, Fang Chen's two hours of cultivation was much better than other people's several hours of cultivation.

"Continue to absorb."

Fang Chen tried his best to move the golden heart, absorbing the majestic sword intent wildly.

Two hours later, Fang Chen felt a rumbling sound coming from his body, and immediately after, Fang Chen realised that his cultivation had reached Third level of the Qi Hai realm.

"Third level of the Qi Hai realm?"

Fang Chen was overjoyed. As expected of the Spirit Sword Sect's resources, cultivating for two hours here was much better than cultivating for twenty hours outside.

When the time was up, Fang Chen came out from the Spirit Sword Formation.

When they saw Fang Chen coming out, some of the warriors glanced at him and then immediately went inside the spirit sword restriction.

The moment Fang Chen returned to the courtyard, he felt a movement in his mind. Holding onto the Hidden Dragon Sword, he suddenly unleashed the Water-Fire Sword Art.

Whoosh …

The Water-Fire Sword Art was pushed to its limits by Fang Chen. The third level of the metaplasia was extremely powerful.

Just as Fang Chen was about to unleash the Water-Fire Sword Art, a loud sound rang in his mind, following which, Fang Chen realised that his golden heart was beating extremely quickly, and all the chants for the fourth level of Water-Fire Sword Art appeared in his mind.

"Fifth level of the Water-Fire Sword Art?"

Fang Chen was ecstatic, he did not expect that after breaking through the bottleneck, even the Water-Fire Sword Art had reached the fifth level.

Crash …

Fang Chen kept his Hidden Dragon Sword and instantly retracted the aura around his body.

"Wait until next month, my Spirit Sword Sect will definitely have a lot of resources." Fang Chen thought.

On the second day, Fang Chen was walking on the main street of the outer sect of Baimei Sword Sect, when suddenly, a warrior stood in front of Fang Chen and blocked his path.

Seeing that, Fang Chen did not frown, he did not say a word, and prepared to take a detour to leave.

However, the warrior in front of him had blocked Fang Chen's path.

At this moment, some martial artists in the distance started discussing.

"The Liu Clan is bullying the newbies again."

"The Liu Clan bullying newbies has already become the management of the outer court of Baimei Sword Sect. Almost every new disciple will be bullied by the Liu Clan."

"That's right. If you don't want to be bullied by the Liu Clan, you have to obediently hand over the Spirit Sword Sect's resources."

"This boy is just courting death. He used up his Spirit Sword's resources on the first day. How could the Liu Family not be angry?"

Hearing the surrounding disciples' discussions, Fang Chen was slightly startled, then immediately raised his head to look at the person in front of him and asked: "Is there something you need?"

"Kid, you have just entered the Baimei Sword Sect, don't you know the rules?" Liu Sheng coldly said.

"What rules?" Fang Chen said.

"New people who enter the Baimei Sword Sect naturally have to respect the elderly. After obtaining the spirit sword resources for two hours, not only did you not respect the elderly, you actually used it yourself." Liu Jia said in a cold voice.

"What can I get from filial piety?" Fang Chen asked.

There were also new disciples who spoke to me in this way in the past, but in the end, they were beaten like a pig by me. Every month's worth of Spirit Sword Resources, they would give me two hours.

Fang Chen smiled and prepared to leave.

Liu Ming extended his hand to stop Fang Chen, and said: "Brat, on account of you just entering Baimei Sword Sect, I will not care about this month, but about the Spirit Sword Sect's resources next month, you have to give me four hours."

Fang Chen immediately ignored Liu Clan and turned to leave.

Liu Zheng looked at Fang Chen's leaving figure, and his face revealed a trace of invisibility.

In the outer sect of Baimei Sword Sect, other than being threatened by the Liu Clan, Fang Chen had never come into contact with other disciples either.

In the blink of an eye, another ten days passed.

In a certain moment, Fang Chen had a conflict with an outer disciple because the outer disciple was training inside the training grounds. When Fang Chen passed by, he disturbed him and made him very angry.

However, anyone could tell that this disciple had a better relationship with the Liu Clan. His actions were definitely at the behest of the Liu Clan.

The reason he did this was to let Fang Chen know that offending him, the Liu Clan, would not end well.

"Kid, you've disturbed my training." Bian Yu said coldly.

"This is the path of the Baimei Sword Sect, if I pass through here, why not? You clearly know that this is a path, yet you chose to cultivate here. Fang Chen said coldly.

Bian Yu's cultivation was only at the middle stage of the Fifth level of the Qi Hai realm, so it was not even worth mentioning in Fang Chen's eyes.

Bian Yu had entered the sect a little earlier than Fang Chen, so he wanted to use this to suppress Fang Chen.

Seeing Fang Chen not giving him any face, Bian Yu's expression turned slightly cold, and said coldly: "Brat, are you courting death?"

"The one seeking death is you, right?" Fang Chen said strongly.

"Alright, today I will let you know that Baimei Sword Sect is not a place where a newbie like you can behave atrociously."

Bian Yu bellowed, his fists clenched tightly as he punched at Fang Chen.

Seeing Bian Yu's attack, Fang Chen laughed and also threw out a punch.

Bang

Bang! With a loud noise, Bian Yu's body was immediately sent flying, and landed on the ground. This scene was witnessed by many of the disciples present, and their faces were filled with shock.

"He sent Bian Yu flying with a single punch, it seems like this new disciple is not someone to be trifled with."

"He sent Bian Yu flying, and completely offended the Liu Clan. In the future, it will be hard for him to even move an inch within the outer sect."

"It's a pity that he's a disciple with outstanding talent." In the Martial Arts Practice Field, there were many disciples with different opinions.

After Fang Chen flew back, he turned around and left.

In an independent courtyard, Liu Jia sat quietly on a stone chair to savor his tea, beside him stood a battered Bian Yu.

After Liu Ming drank a mouthful of tea, he coldly said: "He really is a waste. He can't even take care of a new disciple?"

"Senior Brother Liu Sheng, that Fang Chen is a little strange, his strength does not seem like a new disciple at all." Bian Yu explained.

"How long until the next Spirit Sword Sect resource?" Liu Jia asked.

"There are less than twenty days." Bian Yu replied.

Liu Ming nodded when he heard this. His eyes shot out a frightening golden light.

"I'll let you live a carefree life for a while longer."