Chapter 12 Selection and Assessment (II)

"It's not bad. I haven't seen you for more than two years. My junior brother has become much more arrogant. I am very pleased to see you," Liu Changhong walked over slowly, looking at Meng Guang and laughed.

"The elder brother has given up the award. Meng Guang still has something to do, so he left first." A trace of fear flashed through Meng Guang's eyes, he bowed his head and walked away quickly, and disappeared into the crowd in a few strokes.

Liu Changhong did not stop him and walked straight towards Lin Junxuan: "Junior brother is here. We walked around and finally found you."

"Senior brother, why are you here?" Lin Junxuan said.

"No one dares to fight with the senior brother there. Anyone who encounters them will basically abstain from the right, so there is basically no matter what the senior brother does in today's contest." Ning Shusheng smiled on the side.

Lin Junxuan couldn't help but look at the elder brother in a slant and won without fighting. This is the only point that shows the elder brother's position among his peers. No wonder Meng Guang didn't dare to provoke him.

"It's nothing today, so I came here to see what's going on with you. I just didn't expect that I happened to meet Meng Guang," Liu Changhong stood with his back and smiled indifferently.

"So that's it," Lin Junxuan nodded.

"Is it your turn?" Liu Changhong asked.

Lin Junxuan shook his head: "I just came out not long ago, not so fast."

"Well, your group of disciples are basically led by you and Li Xuanfeng. However, this time, many of our group of inner sect disciples have joined your assessment, so you should work hard."

Lin Junxuan smiled but said nothing. He practiced authentic swordsmanship. With his cultivation level of the third level, he was enough to fight against the inner sect disciples of the fourth level of Taoism. Even if he was a group of senior brother Liu Changhong, he would not take it into his eyes.

The three of them stood in the crowd, watching the battle and chatting. Lin Junxuan didn't feel bad about Liu Changhong. After chatting for a few words, he found that this person looked rough on the outside but was actually very delicate on the inside. But for some reason, he seemed to deliberately hide this point. Many times, he always asked Ning Shusheng, who looked wise on the side, to say it for him.

"Lin Junxuan, No. 34, to Sun Xiao No. 178!" A powerful voice came from the air.

"Junior brother, it's your place," Liu Changhong said with his head turned.

"Yeah," nodded, and a sword roar beside him. In an instant, a long rainbow broke through the sky. Lin Junxuan pushed the ground and shot into the sky. His body movement was elegant and free.

Opposite, a young man in his twenties bowed: "Junior brother, I'm welcome."

Lin Junxuan also replied with a gift.

"Start!" As soon as the Taoist who was presiding in the air was voiced, the two of them launched an attack at the same time. The young man pinched his hand, and a misty green air that was like a river and sea broke out of the air. Almost at the same time, a sound of a sword roaring in the sky, Lin Junxuan turned into a long rainbow, folded in the air, and bypassed the green air, and shot to the other person in an instant. His palm was in a meridian on his neck. The man groaned and fainted.

"Acknowledge it." Lin Junxuan's figure transformed from the shocking rainbow, handed the young man into the hands of another disciple of the inner sect, and then fell to the ground from the air.

The commander who was in charge of the test had just called the beginning, and the battle had ended. Everyone was so fast that they didn't react. After a while, they heard the man say, "This test, Lin Junxuansheng, No. 34!"

"Junior brother, it's not bad, it won cleanly," Liu Changhong was slightly stunned when he saw Lin Junxuan walking towards him on the ground, then strode forward, patted Lin Junxuan on the shoulder, and said with a smile.

"It's just a little advantage in speed," Lin Junxuan said calmly, and after saying that, he looked up at the air. In fact, he had a lot of ways to defeat the opponent's attacks and then defeat him. However, Lin Junxuan was too lazy to do this. In his opinion, it was obvious that there could be a simpler and more direct way to defeat the opponent, so why did he have to go through a lot of trouble to eliminate the opponent's attack? In that way, it would be to show his strength, but he would be pedantic. Although Lin Junxuan was familiar with the books of sages, he was unwilling to be a pedantic man.

Jiandao has two advantages, one is fast speed and the other is attacking Lingli. In Lin Junxuan's understanding, his own fighting style is an interpretation of the two advantages of Jiandao.

After that, Lin Junxuan met several opponents. Lin Junxuan used the same technique again, using the "sword control technique" to bypass the opponent's attack, and then used his understanding of martial arts to easily knock the opponent out. After several games, he won easily.

"Senior Brother," Lin Junxuan's opponent this time is also a fifteen-year-old boy.

"Hello," Lin Junxuan returned a bow and was about to take action, but unexpectedly the other party suddenly crossed over to the air and rushed to the air to preside over the assessment and shouted: "Master, I admit defeat."

Lin Junxuan didn't expect the other party to give up and admit defeat, and he couldn't help but be surprised.

"Senior brother, the disciples of Tianguantian Sect came to challenge that time, I saw you take action. Senior brother is good, I am no match for you," the young man blinked, turned around, and fell from the air.

"Interesting," Even though the opponent abstained from the power, Lin Junxuan had no need to take action. Shaking his head, Lin Junxuan also floated down from the air.

The battle ended faster, and the disciples watching around looked at each other.

"Senior Brother Lin is the strongest among our disciples. There is no need to compete. Next time I meet him, I will just admit defeat." Around him, the disciples of Lin Junxuan's generation were whispering to each other.

"Yes, last time he defeated the disciples of Guantian Sect with one move and gained a face for our Fangcun Sect. I felt relieved when I saw it. I simply gave up next time I met it and just gave up."

...

A series of chain reactions led to Lin Junxuan not having to draw his sword any more after that.

"Junior brother, that's not bad. You have just joined the sect, and now many people have believed in you. In your generation, you will definitely be the well-deserved 'master brother' in the future." When Lin Junxuan fell from the air again, Liu Changhong smiled. Every generation of Fangcun Sect has a 'master brother', which is the representative of strength and prestige.

"Next, No. 34 Lin Junxuan vs. No. 198 Meng Guang." The Taoist who was in charge of the assessment finally announced the west side test site, Lin Junxuan's last opponent.

As soon as the voice fell, a figure broke out from the crowd in the air, standing in the center, waved towards Lin Junxuan from afar, "Come up!"

"Interesting, I didn't expect that your last opponent was Meng Guang," Liu Changhong and Ning Shusheng were both surprised when they saw Meng Guang appear in the sky.

"I didn't expect it," as soon as the voice fell, Lin Junxuan rushed up the sky.

"Three years ago, I heard that you broke into Junior Brother Dongfang's room and 'educated' him well. Song Siming and several other junior brothers are really brave and good at it!" Meng Guang raised his thumb and said sarcastically: "It's really good that you can get to this point in this assessment. Senior brother, I want to congratulate you!"

The voice turned, and he glanced at Lin Junxuan coldly and said ruthlessly: "But you have stopped here. Your speed is useless to me. I want to see, what else did your master teach you in addition to teaching you the kung fu to escape? Is it that your master can only escape with one hand? More than thirty years ago, in the Battle of Jade Emperor's Head, your master escaped from the inner sect and hid. I guess you are not far behind!"

Meng Guang said a lot of things, but Lin Junxuan himself didn't care at all. A gentleman cultivated his body and nature, and this "nature" means to be demeanor. A gentleman must cultivate his temperament and tolerate others. When a practitioner fights, he cannot be upset and irritable, and is taken advantage of by others, so he must cultivate his energy.

But Meng Guangqian shouldn't have mentioned Song Yu, and he also secretly sarcastically. A hint of anger flashed through his eyes. Lin Junxuan said coldly: "Do you want to see my sword skills? Okay, I'll make you happy!"

"start!"

As soon as the voice fell, Meng Guang sneered, pinched his fingers, and shouted loudly: "Ice Dragon Technique!"

"roar!--"

In the long and sarcastic roar, a frost dragon as thick as a sea bowl roared, and with a rolling cold air, rushing out from the bottom of Meng Guang's sleeve. Wherever the ice dragon passed, a large area of ​​cold air spread out.

Seeing the frost dragon rushing towards him with Wan Jun's momentum, Lin Junxuan's expression was as steady as Mount Tai. When he thought about it, he could only hear a long roar. Then a red sword energy that was more than fifty feet long burst out from his hand, turning into a huge sword shape, slashing heavily from the air.

"boom!--"

The red sword slashed, and the frost dragon shattered with a "crack" sound. The sword energy of the rainbow cuts open the dragon, slashes over quickly, and slashes it in Meng Guang's chest with a sword.

"Stop!" An anxious roar came from all around, and four Taoist priests who were in charge of the assessment flew out at the same time. But they were still late. Meng Guang's tragic roar rang into the crowd like a kite with a broken string and flew out.

Meng Guang could emit a frost dragon that was as solid as the essence, which was obviously the peak of the third grade of the Golden Pill. He would be defeated by Lin Junxuan, who was also of the third grade but was much later than him in the sect, which was beyond their expectations.

"Lin Junxuan, the assessment is only for the sake of fellow disciples. You dare to take such a heavy move! Aren't you afraid of being punished in the sect?!" A middle-aged Taoist shouted, holding Meng Guang's body.

Lin Junxuan glanced at the middle-aged Taoist. This Taoist appeared from the crowd. Lin Junxuan had a little impression of him. He seemed to be from Fang Yuan's door.

Lin Junxuan shook his head and ignored him at all. What he did was he use? What Meng Guang did? He was hit by the third-grade Taoist Frost Dragon, and his fate would not be much better. When his clothes were shaken, Lin Junxuan fell from the air.

"Junior brother, you're in a little trouble," said Liu Changhong.

"It's okay, in the last moment, I controlled my strength. It's okay to cultivate for a while," Lin Junxuan said calmly. After all, he was a fellow disciple. Although he was a more mean person, Lin Junxuan didn't expect to kill him, and it would be enough to teach him some lessons.

Liu Changhong and Ning Shusheng looked at each other in surprise. Normally, monks at the lower third level could not change their tricks. But Lin Junxuan actually said that he stopped his strength at the last moment!
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