() Some of the mountain peaks outside the Tianming Sword Sect are vast in area and have many small peaks. The main peak is like a giant sword that reaches the sky and thrusts straight into the sky. The sea of clouds spreads and rolls to cover the top. During these days, there are thousands of disciples in Qianya Peak.
This mountain peak is the place where the Tianming Sword Party lives outside. As long as outsiders from other sects come to the Tianming Sword Party as guests, they will live here.
The lights in a building in the Jingyu Residence are flickering and stirring. At this moment, the night is already sultry, the sky is dotted with stars, and tomorrow will be a good weather again.
Luo Yan watched Chu Lang's martial arts competition in the afternoon, and he was troubled by a force in his heart. He was very unwilling to accept that a person at the second level of innate realm could defeat Senior Sister Li, who was at the fifth level of innate realm of Mu Caifeng. This was beyond his own ability.
Unexpectedly, the afternoon was supposed to be Chu Lang's last battle, but the ending turned out to be so surprising.
Although they were on the same Xun Arena, the two did not meet in advance. In the final analysis, Zhuge Feng secretly bribed a conference organizer of the Tianming Sword Sect to operate. Luo Yan's goal was to be among the top ten in the sect. Zhuge Feng wanted to betray Luo Bingqing.
As a favor, try to arrange some people with low cultivation level to be Luo Yan's opponents.
Luo Yan looked at his father Luo Bingqing in front of him with a solemn expression. For tomorrow's competition, there will always be a chance to meet Chu Lang.
"Father, tomorrow is the final. I'm afraid every opponent is not that simple. Currently, the sixty-four people who have entered the finals of the competition, except for two, are at the Recasting Realm, and more than a dozen are at the peak of the Spiritual Sky Realm and at the beginning of the Xiantian Realm.
The rest are those with intermediate and high-level Xiantian realm cultivations." Luo Yan did not think that Luo Bingqing could arrange opponents for himself and select some people with cultivation levels below the middle-level Xiantian realm.
Zhuge Feng's face was speechless, and he glanced at Luo Bingqing and his son. He was always worried about Chu Lang's victory in the afternoon. He never expected that this boy could defeat an opponent with a fifth-level innate cultivation level. I'm afraid even Luo Yan's martial arts was not the best.
This guy's opponent.
Walking back and forth in front of the window, stroking the beard on his chin with his hand, and pondering for a long time, Luo Bingqing glanced at Zhuge Feng and knew that he had contributed a lot to it, so he said to Luo Yan: "Even if I have a chance to do it tomorrow,
Opponents of high-level Xiantian realm and Recasting realm, but the chance is not high. They are just entering the battle of the thirty-two strong ones. The old guys of the Tianming Sword Sect and other sects are all human beings, and it is impossible to continue to let the Lingkong realm
If we continue to make mistakes with the disciples who are at the beginning of the Xiantian Realm, they will definitely be screened out through the first round of competition."
"Father, you are saying that there is half a chance that the disciples of the Breaking Underworld Realm will be able to compete with the Lingkong Realm or the elementary level of the Xiantian Realm." Luo Yan seemed to have found hope, and his eyes brightened.
"Sect Master Luo is right, it will be like this every time, so you don't have to worry too much about opponents in the Recast realm. You won't encounter them in the first round." Zhuge Feng also nodded and said softly.
"But even if the disciple enters the top thirty-two, how can he compete with those at the high level of the innate realm and the recasting realm in the next competition? If I ask myself if I am a junior or intermediate level student, I can still win, but if I am against a high-level innate realm or recasting realm
I'm afraid I still have some awareness of myself." Luo Yan said what he was most worried about, hoping that his father could find other ways to help him.
"I will leave your sword tonight. My father will inject three sword intents into this sword for you tonight. It may be able to help you defeat opponents who are at the advanced level of Xiantian Realm or Recasting Realm.
Luo Bingqing said coldly.
Although there are no explicit regulations on this matter in this competition, and the disciples cannot be infused with the sword intent of high-level warriors, it is obvious that Luo Bingqing has already taken the risk.
For people with high-level martial arts training, especially those who have entered the intermediate level of the Recasting Realm or above, they have a slight understanding of the way of swordsmanship and the perception of the way of heaven. They can force their understanding and artistic conception of the way of swordsmanship through the internal force in the body.
Pour into the sword to form invisible sword energy contained in the sword as a carrier. As long as the user uses his inner energy to activate it, he can activate the invisible sword energy in the sword and attack the opponent.
It's just that this practice extremely consumes the user's inner strength, greatly consumes his cultivation, and also greatly consumes the energy of the sea of consciousness.
Luo Bingqing also pondered for a long time before making up his mind to help Luo Yan defeat Chu Lang, hoping that Luo Zongmen would be able to make a big splash.
Luo Yan said happily: "Really, but father, will your injury be affected?"
Luo Yan suddenly thought that the injury he received before had not healed yet, and now he had to inject sword energy into his severely injured vitality.
Luo Bingqing waved his hands and said with a sinister look on his old face: "No defense, as long as we can defeat Chu Lang or even find a chance to destroy Chu Lang, everything will be worth it."
If he could severely injure the disciples Chen Ning focused on cultivating, he could also breathe out the evil energy from the past.
"Yes, father, I will definitely go all out and won't let you down, father." Luo Yan believed that with these three sword intentions, he would be able to defeat Chu Lang by then, and he couldn't help but jump in his heart and look out the window.
Staring at the stars in the void, he secretly prayed that he would meet Chu Lang soon so that he could know the tragic consequences of offending himself and his master.
snort!
The Luo family, father and son, and Zhuge Feng looked out the window in silence, seeming to be quietly thinking about how to completely defeat their opponents.
It was quiet in a separate courtyard where the outer disciples of the Tianming Sword Sect lived. The dancing candlelight on the table illuminated two figures in the room.
Chu Lang looked at Chen Lin helplessly and said: "Little Fatty, you are not going to spend the night like this tonight. It is already very late and you still haven't gone back."
"I've thought about it, and I really plan to stay here tonight. Recently, I found that I can't understand you. You change every day. I almost don't recognize who you are." Chen Lin thought about the whole dance in the afternoon.
The Sword Square was abuzz with rumors of a wonderful battle in which the second-level Xiantian realm defeated the fifth-level Xiantian realm. I stayed here the whole night and looked at Chu Lang, as if I was appreciating a piece of art.
"I have already said that this was due to luck, and it was extremely dangerous at the time. I tried my best to win the game. How can those people say that they are so amazing?" Chu Lang explained to Chen Lin for the sixth time.
Winning this game is purely a matter of luck.
"What the hell, let's go to the back mountain and compete again. I don't believe you are lucky." Chen Lin was really eager to try. He didn't try his best in the last competition.
It is rare to have such a strong opponent. The two days of competition have made Chen Lin very boring. Chen Lin barely entered the competition today. Now he is full of passion. Coupled with Chu Lang's half-truth and half-false explanation, Chen Lin is itching to immediately
It takes three hundred rounds of fighting to be enjoyable.
Seeing him staring at him with a resentful look on his face, Chu Lang waved his hand in discomfort and said, "Whatever you want, I'm sleepy, you can sleep wherever you like."
He fell asleep with his clothes on, completely ignoring Chen Lin who felt as uncomfortable as an ant in a hot pot.
Chen Lin curled his lips. This boy had brought him a miracle. He thought Chu Lang couldn't go far before, but he didn't expect that he had entered the finals now. There was only one stage anyway, so he could see what happened.
Chen Lin stretched his limbs and laughed. A wave of tiredness came over his heart. Although he didn't encounter many obstacles today, he was still a little tired. After looking around, he couldn't find a place to sleep.
The ground was very cold in the middle of the night, and now he could only make do with it late at night. Looking at Chu Lang, who was sleeping soundly, Chen Lin inadvertently put a smile on his lips, and slowly walked towards Chu Lang's bed.