"Junior Brother Feiyang, we are all brothers from the same sect. I don't want to hurt you, so please step back." Jian Wuque said calmly.
"I know that I am no match for you, senior brother, but I still want to boldly ask senior brother for advice and sharpen myself." Jian Feiyang said, cupping his fists.
"It's rare for junior brother to be so enterprising, so I'll give you the fifth level of skill. If you can beat me, I'll let you advance."
"I don't dare expect to be promoted. I just ask for more guidance from my senior brother."
"Of course, we are all fellow disciples, as we should."
Jian Wuque put his hands behind his back, with contempt hidden in his eyes.
"Senior brother, that would offend you."
The sword flew up and the sword came out quickly, its edge was as powerful as a broken rainbow, strong and sharp.
The sword is not lacking and is ignored, using the finger as a sword.
clang!
The sword pointed to intercept, and the sword energy was raging.
"Junior brother's kendo skills have really improved a lot. It seems that he has had an adventure." Jian Wuque was shocked.
It stands to reason that with Jian Feiyang's cultivation, it is impossible to break through to the second-grade Sword Immortal in a short period of time, which makes Jian Wuque feel uncomfortable.
"Thanks to the guidance of a Taoist brother, my swordsmanship has indeed improved a lot."
"Oh, I wonder which Taoist brother it is?"
"It's just a chance encounter, and I would like to express my gratitude to this Taoist brother."
"So, that Taoist brother is also at this Dao Enlightenment Ceremony?"
"probably."
"Then his attainments in swordsmanship must be unfathomable. If there is a chance, I would also like to ask this Taoist brother for some pointers." Jian Wuque said casually without thinking too much.
As long as you can advance to the top eight, you can become an entry disciple of the temple, and then you can leave the Sword Sect.
Because Jian Wuque has huge ambitions, he has no special sense of belonging to the Jian Sect. Being able to show mercy to Jian Feiyang is just to leave a way out for himself.
What's more, there are teachers watching outside, so Jian Wuque doesn't dare to make a heavy move against Jian Feiyang.
However, the gap between the two is too big.
The sword was intact and motionless, and using his fingers as a sword, he could easily block the flying sword.
I thought that once I felt the pressure, I would retreat with my sword flying.
Unexpectedly, Sword Feiyang became more and more courageous with every setback, and the sword intent inspired by it became stronger and stronger. Each sword was more domineering and fierce than the other.
"The difference in strength is too big, senior brother Jian Wuque is just playing around."
"We are all brothers in the same discipline, so we still need the kindness we should give."
"But Senior Brother Wuque has already humbled himself to this extent. Does Senior Brother Feiyang need to be more sensible?"
Jian Zong looked bored and lifeless.
This group is also the most boring duel. Except for the Sword Sect, I am afraid no one will pay attention to it.
After a long time, Jian Wuque gradually lost his patience.
Even if I want to show favor to Jian Feiyang, I don’t want to help Jian Feiyang in his cultivation.
Suddenly, Jian Wuque secretly exerted force, flicked his sword, and forced the sword to fly away: "Junior Brother! I have already made enough concessions to you, do you also want to know more?"
"Thank you for your mercy, senior brother, but I have found my own way of swordsmanship! Senior brother can defeat me, but I will never give up easily!" Jian Feiyang was alone and proud of his swordsmanship.
The swordsman is fearless and unyielding in the face of strong force. This is the will of swordsmanship that Jian Feiyang upholds.
"I admire your spirit of swordsmanship, but I don't have much patience. My junior brother insists on doing this, so don't blame me for disregarding my master's feelings." Jian Wuque's eyes became stern.
"Senior brother, I will do whatever I want, but I will do my best!" Jian Feiyang said with a firm expression.
"Then you have to be careful!"
Jian Wuque's momentum changed, and a vast and powerful sword intent was released.
call out!
With a flick of his finger, the sword rainbow pierced through the air.
The sword flies with no fear and full of fighting spirit, adhering to the strong will of swordsmanship.
"break!"
The sword is flying and the sword is slashing, stimulating the powerful sword intention.
Unfortunately, the gap is still too big.
Bang!
The sword intent was raging, and the flying sword was clearly outmatched, so he staggered and retreated.
"Junior brother, do you still want to persist fearlessly?" Jian Wuque looked indifferent.
"Even if I lose, I will defeat with dignity!" Jian Feiyang was proud and unyielding, and advanced with the sword again.
"You are stubborn and don't know what you can do! It's not that I'm not giving you face, it's you who is slapping me in the face!" Jian Wuque felt a little annoyed, his sword intention increased, and he used his sword to exert its power.
Bang bang!
One sword after another, the sword flew up and was knocked back by the sword.
In particular, Jian Wuque secretly exerted his inner strength and deliberately attacked Jian Fei's internal sword veins.
More than ten swords came down in a row, and the swords flew up, causing internal wounds on his body, and bloodshot eyes overflowed from the corners of his mouth.
Even so, Jian Feiyang never retreated and kept pushing forward. The sword intention he inspired and refined became stronger and stronger, even surpassing Jian Wuque's fifth-level skill.
"hateful!"
Jian Wuque was very angry.
Not only did it not break Jian Feiyang's kendo will, but it actually made Jian Feiyang stronger. This was not Jian Wuque's original intention.
Seeing it, the sword is flying and the sword is flying, approaching fiercely.
"enough!"
Jian Wuque raised his sword angrily and cut through the incoming sword intent.
This sword's power surged to the seventh level, which was definitely beyond the range that Jian Feiyang could bear.
Poof!
The sword flew high, vomited blood and flew around, and he was defeated and eliminated.
"Junior brother, I'm sorry." Jian Wuque said indifferently.
Jian Feiyang stood up slowly, his mouth full of blood, and held the sword with both fists: "Thank you, senior brother, for your teaching. I am willing to show my displeasure. If you and I still have a chance to compete, I will never lose easily again!"
"You and I are in different situations, so I'm afraid we won't have the opportunity to discuss each other again." Jian Wuque said with contempt on his face.
Jian Wuque's victory is inevitable.
And Jian Feiyang gained a lot after this defeat.
Lin Chen saw the problem: "Although the gap is a bit big, I feel like Jian Wuque is a bit unplayable. On the other hand, Senior Brother Feiyang is still worth getting to know deeply."
For this reason, the first round of promotions has ended.
Those who advance are Hao Feng, Shui Linglong, Xue Ye and Jian Wuque.
The four promoted contestants all have the lowest cultivation level of sixth-grade Immortal Martial Arts, which is considered a very powerful group.
Then, the panel information rotates and the second round of four groups of randomly matched players begins.
"Can I be ranked in this round?" Lin Chen was a little bored waiting.
From time to time, four groups of contestants are released.
In one group, Sima Tianqi of the Beast Demon Palace faced off against Qin Yao of the Piaomiao Sect.
In the second group, Shenyue Sect Lu Qi faced off against Piaomiao Sect Tianhen.
Group Three, Ten Thousand Demons Sect Qin Long vs. Haori Sect Wang Sheng
Four groups, Sword Sect Jianfeng versus Black Demon Sect Youlong.
The four groups of contestants were announced, and the excitement started again outside the venue.
“This round, there are quite a few beauties on stage, it’s really a feast for the eyes!”
"Senior Brother Qin Long has also begun to appear. He is a demonic master who is on par with Senior Brother Hao Feng. He is also the favorite to win this Dao Proving Ceremony."
"I'm really looking forward to it. If the two senior brothers Qin Long and Hao Feng fight, it will definitely set the whole audience on fire!"
"Yeah, except for the duel between the two senior brothers, the other competition groups don't have much to see except for the beauty."
…
Qin Long's reputation was so great that he quickly won over the entire audience.
Unfortunately, before Qin Long came on the stage, his opponent simply gave up.
The panel showed that Qin Long was successfully promoted.
"That's it?"
"The difference in strength is so huge, how can we not finish it?"
"After all, Senior Brother Qin Long has always been domineering. If you don't have the strength to dare to fight against Senior Brother Qin Long, you are looking for abuse!"
"Yes, whether it is Senior Brother Qin Long or Senior Brother Hao Feng, as long as they are not in the quarter-finals, their opponents will not be enough."
…
Everyone was not surprised that Qin Long advanced without a fight, they just found it boring.
Then, the three groups of contestants took their places.
A group of beauties competing against each other is also a hot topic of attention.
"Yao'er!"
Seeing his beloved woman on the stage, Lin Chen's eyes also lit up.
Who is the opponent?
"Temple disciple?" Lin Chen was stunned.
Seeing that Qin Yao's opponent's attire was not from the Nine Sect disciples, this put a lot of pressure on Qin Yao.
Looking carefully, Lin Chen frowned.
Although the figure is a little blurry, it feels more and more familiar the more I look at it.
"Who is this woman? Why does she feel more and more familiar?" Lin Chen thought thoughtfully. It stands to reason that he has no friends in the temple, and there are no forest guards he has ever interacted with in the competition.
At this time!
Sima Tianqi smiled happily when she saw it was Qin Yao: "Sister Qin Yao, I haven't seen you for a long time. I didn't expect that you have grown so much, and I didn't expect that I would be so destined to compete with you here."
"Do we know each other?" Qin Yao looked confused.
"Sister Qin Yao, I am Sima Tianqi, a disciple of the Royal Beast Pavilion. I am good friends with Lin Chen. We haven't seen each other for many years. It seems that you want to forget me." Sima Tianqi was very excited and said with a smile: "
Since you are here, Lin Chen must be at the competition venue too, right?"
"turn out to be…"
Qin Yao understood and her mood became more complicated.
First it was Yunyue, then Sima Tianqi.
When it comes to beauty, I will never lose to myself.
And his relationship with Lin Chen seems to be quite good.
Qin Yao looked sad: "It seems that his heart does not belong to me alone? What are you thinking? I have forgotten the past, so why should I care?"
After restraining her emotions, Qin Yao became indifferent: "Senior Sister Tianqi, maybe we were friends before, but now we are in the arena and there is no friendship. Please don't hold back."
"Forehead…"
Sima Tianqi was stunned and couldn't understand it for a moment.
Suddenly, Qin Yao's indifference felt like a foreign person who was thousands of miles away.
Especially when it came to Lin Chen, Qin Yao didn't show any special emotions.
Could it be that there was some misunderstanding between Lin Chen and Qin Yao?