Wei Lin did not refuse. Among the top three selected this time, the other two were Wen Minghao.

Wen Ming, as can be seen from his name, is the second generation cultivator of Canye Pavilion, the great-grandson of Zuo Dharma Protector Mang Zhong, Jinshui Linggen. Like Lan Shu, he has been in the ninth level of Qi training for many years. Before Wei Lin came to the future, he and

Lan Shuyue and Lan Shuyue are both seed players in the qi training competition, and are also the strongest among the three. They are known as the number one qi practitioner in Canye Pavilion.

Lan Shu established the foundation, and Yue Yi had been eliminated. He was Wei Lin's strong opponent for winning the championship this time. He broke the Aoki Sword against Yue Yi. Wen Ming was much more powerful than him, and the Aoki Sword couldn't hold up no matter how hard he looked.

After coming out of the shopping mall, Yunli felt extremely heartbroken. There were a total of seven hundred spiritual stones, and she just bought a magic weapon that she might never use again. It hurt her heart so much.

When the new round of draws came out, everyone's emotions were high again. The first round of the top three was Wen Ming versus Qian Jiu. In their hearts, this was supposed to be the final winning round, but unexpectedly it was brought forward again.

Yunli patted Wei Lin on the shoulder: "Come on, it's the last two games. Win, get the sword, and reach the pinnacle of life."

"Wishful thinking." An extremely contemptuous voice came from the side.

What little bastard is so annoying?

Yunli looked at them angrily. The boy in black, who had a skinny body and a face like a monkey, looked like an ape when it evolved into a human. The evolution was stopped only halfway, and he looked at them sideways, with undisguised contempt on his face.

In front of him was a free and arrogant young man wearing a moon-white attire, a silver crown and a handsome face. He was walking forward without looking away, as if there was nothing worth taking a second look at.

Yunli frowned, "Who are you?"

The monkey-faced boy spat, "My young master doesn't even know, he is ignorant."

Yunli rolled her eyes and was about to say a few harsh words when Lan Shu's voice sounded from behind her, "What a coincidence, you are all here."

The arrogance on the young man's face disappeared, and he frowned at her and said: "We agreed to build the foundation together after Xiao Bi, how did you break through in advance?"

"Some accidents happened, so we took advantage of the situation to build the foundation." Lan Shu said calmly, but the onlookers who were watching melon-eating were very upset. They took advantage of the situation to build the foundation. It was as simple as drinking a glass of boiled water. They all wanted to build the foundation.

The person who worked so hard and tried his best was instantly reduced to ashes.

"Really?" Wen Ming smiled meaningfully, and then said: "It's about to start, I'll go over and prepare first."

He completely ignored Wei Lin throughout the whole process, as if he was an insignificant person.

"That's just the way he is. Once you get to know him, he'll be fine." Lan Shu explained with a smile, and encouraged Wei Lin a few more words before walking away.

Yunli geared up and said to Wei Lin: "Beat me hard, don't show mercy!"

These two people, one is a good dancer with long sleeves and has her flowers and butterflies everywhere, and the other is a arrogant big cock, they really match each other!

Rainbow light flashed across the sky, and on the high platforms on both sides of the arena, the pavilion master Xingye Zhenjun led the Juesha Jingzhe Mangzhong and a group of Canye Pavilion senior officials appeared on it. Yunshu Immortal Mansion has made no progress so far, and the pavilion master is not in a high mood, so he directly ignored it.

After all steps have been passed, the start is announced.

There was no friendly atmosphere between the two people on the stage. After the referee gave an order, Wen Ming quickly drew out a broad sword that was completely dark blue at a speed that was completely inconsistent with his name. The sword clanked out of its sheath, like a bolt of lightning.

, in less than a blink of an eye, he was in front of Wei Lin.

Wei Lin raised his wrist, and the thin sword and the broad sword collided fiercely. Sparks flew out. Immediately, a dark blue light bloomed, covering the entire arena in an instant.

This person really lives up to his reputation and is very strong!

A bit of green light shines in the overwhelming blue light, like a seedling breaking out of the ground. The green light slowly smudges away, and the blue light is forced away bit by bit. The blue light rises into the sky, and the cold sword energy stirs up cyclones. In the center of the cyclone

, their clothes and belts were flying, and their black hair was dancing wildly.

The two intersecting swords gradually staggered apart. Wei Lin's eyes followed the thin sword in his hand. At the moment when the two swords separated, he tapped his toes and spun around, raising his sword to block the incoming sword blade again.

Wen Ming withdrew the sword in his hand at the slightest moment, turned his body in the air and circled behind Wei Lin, stabbing his back. Wei Lin raised his elbow, turned the long sword in his hand, and blocked the stabbing broad sword again. He raised the thin sword and brought it with him.

The broad sword on it also slid away.

Wen Ming was startled. He placed his long sword on the ground and used the force to jump into the air. Wei Lin jumped up on his knees and swung his sword fiercely. The sharp sword energy carried the green light and flew away. Wen Ming in the air had nowhere to use his strength.

, Shengsheng suffered this move and fell straight down. When he was close to the ground, he held his long sword upside down at a point in the ring, turned his body and landed firmly on the ground.

His eyes narrowed slightly. This Qianjiu looked nothing like a newcomer who had been in the cabinet for more than a year. His combat experience was even richer than his.

The eyes are shining brightly, this opponent is worth fighting!

The two people's eyes met across the distance, and their fighting spirit was instantly ignited. The next moment, they raised their swords and fought again.

On the high platform, the Pavilion Master Xingye turned his head and smiled at Mang Zhong on the left: "You are indeed a great-grandson, but you are a little impatient."

Wen Ming has been at the ninth level of Qi training for many years, and his spiritual power is incomparable to Qianjiu, who has just entered the ninth level. However, he is too impatient. If it is as he expected, he will suppress Qianjiu as soon as he comes up

It's easy to say, but he didn't suppress it.

After Qianjiu broke his suppression, he panicked and made the wrong decision to fight in the air. They were in the Qi training period and could not float for a long time, and they could not use force in the air, so Qianjiu caught him.

At the right time, he swung that sharp sword;

On the contrary, Qian Jiu has been playing steadily. Although his spiritual power is not as good as Wen Ming's, his mental combat skills and timing control are excellent. In the early stage, he faced Wen Ming's fierce offensive and dealt with it steadily and calmly.

, when the opportunity comes, he does not hesitate, he takes action when it is time to take action, he does not rush forward once he succeeds, he continues to play steadily and waits for the opportunity.

Just like a wolf lurking in the dark night, it will patiently deal with it, and when it gets the chance, it will quickly pounce on its prey and tear it to pieces.

Mang Zhong's face turned red and he looked forced. He closed his lips a few times and said, "This kid has never been able to keep his temper. The master of the pavilion laughed at him."

Xingye narrowed his eyes slightly and changed his tone, "But I heard that he has already understood the power of the sword, so there is no need to care about these details."

"Master, you can't just be partial to Senior Brother Wen Ming just because you grew up watching him." Lan Shu, who was behind Xingye, pouted and said coquettishly. She glanced at the calm Jingzhe and pointed at the scene.

Shang said: "Although Junior Brother Qianjiu joined the cabinet relatively late, his strength is quite impressive."

"You." A smile appeared on Xing Ye's face, and he nodded lovingly between her eyebrows. Then he turned his head and said to Jing Zhe on the right: "You are a rare disciple. At such a young age, you have a **** mind.

It is rare. If given time, his cultivation will improve and he will be the best among the younger generation."

This means that the outcome of this battle is not promising. Jingzhe twitched the corner of his mouth, still looking calm and calm, "The pavilion master has given me the reward."

Mang Zhong's eyes flashed and he said, "Let me tell you, among the younger generation, Lan Shu is definitely the most outstanding kid. He built the foundation early, but it is rare that the foundation is still solid."

"Uncle Master, if you praise me again, Lan Shu will be in trouble." Lan Shu tilted his head slightly and said playfully.

"Hahaha, you girl!" For a moment, they were enjoying themselves on the high platform, and the strange undercurrents of the waves just now seemed to be just an illusion.

Lan Shu's crescent-shaped eyes stared at the white figure on the field with a complicated expression.

The two people who were fighting fiercely in the field suddenly separated. Wei Lin tilted the tip of his sword, his fingers trembled slightly, and a few drops of blood spread on his white clothes. He lowered his eyes and saw clearly a faint blue light flashing three feet around Wen Ming, and his pupils shrank.

, this is the sword force, different from the occasional sword force that he only touched the surface, Wen Ming's sword force has obviously been understood for a long time, and has been able to retract and release freely, and the sword force shape has begun to appear.

"It's a sword move!" someone in the audience exclaimed.

"You can understand the power of the sword during the Qi training period. Senior Brother Wen Ming is worthy of being the first person under the Foundation Establishment!"

"It seems that the leader of this competition is Senior Brother Wen Ming."

Yunli was also a little worried. She didn't know how to sword and didn't have a deep understanding of the sword's power. She only knew that Wei Lin's sword power did not form a fixed and substantial form like Wen Ming's.

The discussion in the audience did not affect the two people on the stage. Wen Ming stood with his sword in hand and said: "Admit defeat, I have understood the power of the sword, and it is impossible for you to defeat me."
Chapter completed!