"Fuck!" Yue Yi was stunned. He really didn't expect such a situation.

Wei Lin was stunned for a moment, and wanted to curse, why is his sword so weak?

He quickly put away the golden sword. It was just a sword. It had to last until the small competition in the pavilion and it couldn't be broken.

As soon as he sheathed his sword, Yue Yi was left to resist the heavy sword alone, and his wrist sank again.

"Today's young people are just too irritable."

The old man pretended to sigh, and slashed at Wei Lin with a thin scimitar. Wei Lin, who had just stood still, without thinking, blocked the sword with his backhand. With a snap, the golden sword broke into three pieces and fell to the ground.

There was a crisp sound on the ground.

Not caring about the sword, he jumped to the tree trunk next to him and used his strength to reach behind the old man. At the same time, he quickly drew out the Aoki Sword. His heart felt gloomy. Was he only qualified to use the Aoki Sword?

Rich spiritual energy gathered on the blade of the sword, and a cold light suddenly appeared, like a bolt of lightning that penetrated the old man's vest. The old man only felt a chill on his back. He lowered his head suddenly, his cloudy eyes bulged, his face was full of disbelief, and the scimitar in his hand fell with a bang.

When he landed on the ground, he fell straight forward.

From the moment Wei Lin stepped aside to the old man's death, everything happened almost instantly.

Hearing the noise behind him, the middle-aged man who was confronting Yue Yi turned around and looked in horror: "Old Wang!"

He could hardly believe his eyes. A monk in the foundation building stage was killed by a kid at the ninth level of Qi training!

When he was stunned, Yue Yi put away the surprise in his eyes, turned around and turned his wrist, the sword in his hand passed through the armpit and penetrated into the man's heart!

"Pfft——" Blood dripped from the corner of the man's mouth. Before he died, he was still confused. One of them was in the early stage of foundation building and the other was on the ninth level of Qi training. How could they die in the hands of the ninth and eighth level Qi training monks?

Or will it end so quickly?

Lan Shu leaned against Linglong House with a gloomy look on his face. The two of them had just dodged away without thinking, without any concern for her being injured. She lowered her eyes and looked at the emotion in her eyes.

Yue Yi put away the sword and said: "Senior brother, you are also the only disciple of Uncle Jingzhe. Can you buy a better sword?"

Wei Lin: I don’t want to talk.

He squatted down and groped for a while on the old man's body, and took out a storage bag from his chest and a storage bag from the sole of his shoe. However, there was no sword in either storage bag. Except for spiritual stones and some common spiritual plant elixirs, the only magical weapon in his hand was

A scimitar and a spear.

His interest suddenly waned, and it seemed that he could only use the Aoki Sword to participate in the small competition.

"Ha, the old guy is good at hiding!" Yue Yi joked and turned the middle-aged man inside out. Unfortunately, he really only had one storage bag.

It was already the first quarter of the morning, and Yunli, who had been woken up by her biological clock on time, closed her eyes, pushed the door open unsteadily, and walked out, raising her head and raising her hands.

After stretching a lot, she slowly opened her eyes, and two corpses came into view. She was startled and woke up completely: "You are killing people!"

Yue Yi was stunned, that's why she didn't wake up even after they made such a big noise?!

Wei Lin's eyebrows twitched, how could he sleep so well!

Pursing her lips, Yueyi cupped her fists and said to Wei Lin, "I admire you!"

It's not easy for Senior Brother Qianjiu to let such a big-hearted little girl live till now without any illness or disaster!

Yunli squinted at him suspiciously, admiring him for what?

Her eyes fell on the golden sword broken into three pieces on the ground, and she exclaimed: "Brother, your sword is broken again!"

Wei Lin: "..."

A few days later, the wooden house on the top of Mount Royer.

Wei Lin greeted him respectfully, "Master."

The man in white on the futon nodded slightly, his voice as light as smoke: "How was the mission accomplished?"

"Uncle Shuangjiang did go to Nanniwan. According to the fishermen who met him, he went to the waters of Nanniwan after leaving the fishing village. We searched all the islands around Nanniwan, but we didn't see him.

trace."

Jingzhe's eyes turned cold and he snorted coldly: "With his temperament, it's surprising that people who have met him are still alive."

Wei Lin didn't comment, which was really strange.

"Breakthrough." Noticing Wei Lin's cultivation, he frowned.

"Don't rush for success. With your swordsmanship, the eighth level of cultivation is enough for this small competition."

During the journey of cultivating Taoism, the qi training period is the foundation, just like the foundation of a house, which determines the future height. Lan Shu has been on the ninth level of qi training for three years, and he has been trying not to break through, just to polish his meridians and purify his spiritual power.

By then, not only will the foundation building be successful, but the meridians and Dantian will also be expanded.

His master told him about this after he broke through to the eighth level of Qi training. He originally planned to wait for a year before slowly breaking through, but who would have thought that the plan would not keep up with the changes.

However, he is not worried about the unstable foundation. Jade Blood Ganoderma is the holy medicine that lays the foundation. What else can compare with it.

He did not refute, only bent down and bowed respectfully: "Disciple understands."

Jingzhe glanced at him, stood up and walked to the inner room, "The sect competition will begin in three months, so be prepared."

"yes."

When his figure disappeared from sight, Wei Linfang straightened his back and turned around to go out.

When he returned to the small courtyard, he saw Yunli working overtime to draw the talisman. He couldn't help but put his forehead in his hands and said, "It will be Xiaobi in three months. If you don't practice hard, how can you draw the talisman?"

After concentrating on finishing the last stroke and putting the prepared diamond symbols aside, Yunli raised her head and replied: "Earn spiritual stones!"

Can Ye Pavilion is a killer organization, and the sect's competition fully reflects the cruelty of its killers. All disciples in the Qi training period must participate. Yes, it is mandatory and does not guarantee their lives.

Regardless of the method, whether it is killing the opponent or maiming or defeating him, it is all arbitrary; the most terrible thing is that the matching mechanism is also random, and it is possible to match from the first level of Qi training to the ninth level of Qi training.

No one can guarantee that she will not be the unlucky one. Therefore, during the competition, items that can quickly increase combat power, such as Talisman and Seal Formation, are extremely popular. The price is more than three times the usual price. Naturally, she will take this opportunity to make a fortune.

One stroke!

"By the way, are you really not going to buy a sword?"

Carrying the Aoki Sword to participate in the competition, I feel a little scared just thinking about it. If I encounter an opponent with a sharp weapon, I will be defeated by the weapon, and I will miss the Shadow Sword. I will regret it to death.

Wei Lin glanced at her lightly: "If you eat less, you might be able to save spiritual stones to buy a sword."

After Xiao Bi, he will be able to possess a heaven-level magic weapon, the Shadow Sword. Now that prices have risen sharply, he might not be stupid to buy a sword at this time!

Yunli's expression became solemn and his tone was passionate: "Only mediocre people can work hard on magic weapons. With my senior brother's amazing talent, he can sweep away thousands of armies even with a wooden stick!"

When she finished speaking, she faced Wei Lin's rolling eyes, slapped her green wood sword on the table, and said generously: "Take mine too!"

Wei Lin's eyes almost rolled over, he was so generous.

Three months later, Wei Lin came out of seclusion and saw a table full of talismans and seals neatly stacked on the table, while Yunli was sitting on the ground, leaning over the stool beside the table and writing furiously.

He held his forehead and said, "You shouldn't have been drawing talismans in the past three months, right?!"

"That's right." Yunli didn't even raise her head, "There are three days until the competition. The price of talisman seals has reached its peak in the past few days. Selling at this time is the most cost-effective. I will go to the night market tonight!"

Wei Lin sighed, grabbed her collar and lifted her up from the ground: "Let's go out and relax."

"Let me go! Let me go!" Yunli was furious. This is the time to play. At this time, one talisman is equivalent to twenty-five spiritual stones!

Seeing that she was about to leave the table step by step, she quickly waved her hand and swept the talismans on the table into her storage bag.

"Junior brother, what is this?"

Lan Shu's puzzled voice came from the yard next to him.

Wei Lin put down Yunli, cupped his fists and said, "Senior Sister Lan Shu. Huh? Senior Sister, have you established a foundation?!"

Building a foundation?

Yunli looked over doubtfully, and there was Xiao Bi soon. Wouldn't it be impossible to participate in foundation building at this time?

She was stunned, Lan Shu had really established a foundation!

Lan Shu smiled and said softly: "I have been grinding on the ninth level of Qi training for three years, and I have been able to break through for a long time. I just wanted to be more perfect, so I kept holding on. This time my spiritual consciousness was damaged, so I simply took advantage of the opportunity to build the foundation.

, so that you can recover your consciousness as soon as possible."

"Congratulations, senior sister."

Wei Lin chuckled twice, "Now I feel at ease. Without my senior sister, my chances of winning this competition are much higher."

"Junior brother is too humble."

Lan Shu still smiled gently, but Yunli felt that the smile on her face seemed a bit forced.
Chapter completed!