The three people came to the sword pool, each with different moods.
Qing Ling's eyes glanced at Lin Mingyuan intentionally or unintentionally, and she felt complicated in her heart.
Does she say she resents Lin Mingyuan?
Of course Qing Ling felt unhappy, after all, she had embarrassed herself in front of the Shushan disciples.
Although Lin Mingyuan put the Taoist robe on himself in time at the last moment, in the eyes of other disciples, it was more like covering up.
In the past few days, there have been a lot of rumors in Shu Mountain, which made Qing Ling, a fairy who had never had close contact with a male monk, feel very confused.
But Lin Mingyuan, as the son of Senior Lin whom she respected and respected, soared into the sky after four years of silence, Qing Ling felt a sense of relief at the same time.
She was prejudiced against Lin Mingyuan because she lamented his misfortune and hated him for not fighting.
Now, although Lin Mingyuan had humiliated herself, he had gained face for Senior Lin, so Qing Ling felt very complicated when facing Lin Mingyuan.
The exact opposite is naturally Zhao Xuanyi on the side.
As the recognized number one of the outer sect in Shushan, I thought that I could easily get the position of leader, but I lost to a loser.
Even if he cheated at the last moment, it didn't work, but the loss was even more embarrassing.
His eyes were vicious, and he was even more annoyed when he saw Lin Mingyuan relaxing and strolling in the courtyard, so he couldn't help but sarcastic words.
"Lin Mingyuan, don't be too proud!"
"After I am baptized in the sword pool, I will enter the Golden Core stage. Then I will see how you are my opponent!"
Lin Mingyuan's steps stagnated, and he turned his head with a playful smile on his face.
"Senior brother, why do you say this?"
"Winning or losing is a common matter for military strategists. We are all brothers in the inner sect. We should work together to win glory for Shushan!"
Lin Mingyuan's face was very kind, and there was no trace of the life-and-death fight between the two three days ago.
Zhao Xuan was so shocked that he couldn't speak for a while.
Lin Mingyuan's indifferent look shocked him deeply.
The other party never seems to regard itself as an opponent, but after winning the victory, it comforts itself?
For the always arrogant Zhao Xuanyi, this was more uncomfortable than eating a dead fly!
"Okay! Just wait for me!"
"Today I will let you know the gap between our realms!"
"How much spiritual power can a mere Seventh Level Foundation Builder absorb in the sword pool? We'll see!"
Zhao Xuan muttered bitterly, jumped up and jumped into the sword pool.
Qing Ling remained silent. One of them was Zhao Xuanyi, whom he disliked very much, and the other was a little devil who was frivolous to him.
She just nodded slightly to Lin Mingyuan, moved her steps lightly, and entered the pool.
In the sword pool, the mist steamed, and the two figures disappeared in the blink of an eye.
【call out】
[Trigger system counterattack mission!]
[Coping with what Zhao Xuanyi did in the sword pool!]
The sound of the system surrounded Lin Mingyuan's mind, and the long-lost counterattack mission finally appeared!
If Zhao Xuanyi and Qing Ling hadn't entered the sword pool early, they would have noticed the excited expression on Lin Mingyuan's face at this time.
The rewards of this counterattack mission are more tempting than any other. Although you can only use trillions of spiritual stones once, this is the first time you can spend them on yourself!
But having said that, Zhao Xuanyi is really evil-minded.
Lin Mingyuan secretly laughed in his heart, he actually wanted to do something to himself in the sword pool. He was too clear-minded to be evil, right?
After packing his clothes a little, Lin Mingyuan stepped into the sword pond.
The moment the pool water covered your body, you felt a bone-chilling coldness.
There was even a tingling sensation on the skin, and countless violent spiritual powers were raging around.
It is worthy of being the holy land of cultivation in Shushan. One moment spent here is worth the reward of a whole day of hard training.
Of course, the premise is that you can withstand the pressure in the sword pool.
Lin Mingyuan walked towards the depths of the sword pool again.
Sure enough, as it went deeper, the pressure coming from the whole body gradually increased.
The surrounding fog became even hazier, and the rich spiritual energy was about to crystallize in the air.
Two figures faintly appeared in the distance, it was Zhao Xuan and Qing Ling who were the first to enter the sword pool.
Zhao Xuanyi was tense all over and was moving forward step by step.
Zhao Gao told him before he came that the deeper he entered the sword pool, the greater the benefits he would gain.
So Zhao Xuan endured the numbness in his limbs and kept walking deeper.
Qing Ling followed closely behind, and the end of the sword pool that originally seemed small could not be seen at all.
"Junior Sister Qingling, she is worthy of being a disciple of Deputy Head Xing, she can actually go into such depths!"
Zhao Xuanyi took the initiative to strike up a conversation from the front. He believed that Qing Ling would be resentful after being humiliated by Lin Mingyuan.
It's better to take the initiative at this time and join forces with Qing Ling to give the little devil some stumbling blocks.
Qing Ling's figure was hazy in the mist in the distance. She didn't answer Zhao Xuanyi's words. She just walked by herself, turning her head to check from time to time.
When Zhao Xuan saw this, he couldn't help but laugh sarcastically.
"Junior sister, are you looking for that guy Lin Mingyuan?"
"Hahaha, it's so strenuous for you and me to reach the Great Perfection of Foundation Building. I don't think the little devil's strength to build the Seventh Heaven can keep up!"
"Why don't you and I join forces and jointly mobilize our spiritual power to move forward? The benefits will be endless!"
Zhao Xuan spoke seductively and looked at Qing Ling with a hint of greed.
Qing Ling not only has a beautiful face and advanced cultivation, but the most important thing is that her mentor is the current deputy head of the Shushan Sword Sect!
The existence that is inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people!
Now that Lin Mingyuan has relied on the wine and swordsman Zhao Dian as his backer, Zhao Xuanyi's status advantage has disappeared.
If he could get Fairy Qingling into his arms and rely on Xing Wudao's power in Shushan, wouldn't it be easy to deal with Lin Mingyuan?
"Thank you, Senior Brother Zhao, for your kind words. However, the baptism in the sword pool depends on one's ability, so there is no need to say more."
Qing Ling's tone was calm and she seemed to have no interest in Zhao Xuanyi's invitation.
She turned her head to look behind her again, then stabilized her mind and started practicing on the spot.
Zhao Xuanyi didn't get a response and looked a little confused.
When he saw Qing Ling looking back, he was filled with jealousy.
Why!
That boy Lin Mingyuan humiliated you in public, but you still cared about it.
I, Zhao Xuanyi, treat you with courtesy, but you treat me like nothing!
Zhao Xuan gritted his teeth and placed all the hatred in his heart on Lin Mingyuan's head.
It’s all because of this little devil’s appearance!
As a result, the leader of the sect's competition, which was within easy reach, missed out!
Fairy Wang Ya and Qing Ling, whom he was attracted to, both favored this little devil.
Obviously these were originally his own honors, how could he, Lin Mingyuan, be able to win the favor of the two fairies!
Thinking of this, Zhao Xuan looked ferocious.
After taking two steps forward again, he finally felt the lack of protective spiritual energy.
This place is already deep in the sword pool, and the surrounding aura seems to have its own life, as sharp as sword aura.
The water in the pool is also devouring the protective spiritual energy with inexplicable power, as if it is about to penetrate into your body next.
Zhao Xuan stopped and sat down cross-legged.
Looking at Qing Ling with a painful look on her face not far behind her, she felt a sense of pride in her heart.
Although you and I both have the foundation-building Dzogchen cultivation level, the gap is still very obvious.
The deeper the sword pool goes, the greater the harvest will be with every step taken.
Even though Qing Ling is only ten steps away from Zhao Xuan, the difference can be imagined.
As for Lin Mingyuan?
Zhao Xuan smiled disdainfully.
I didn't see the little devil's shadow from the beginning to the end. I guess I couldn't stand being outside the sword pool and started practicing.
So what if you defeat me in that desperate way?
After the sword pool baptism is over, my cultivation will reach a higher level, and it is possible to break through to the golden elixir stage!
As for your boy?
Don't let me touch it when the demonic eye opens!
There were no Shushan sect rules at that time, I would definitely make you disappear without a trace!
Zhao Xuan sneered, comforting himself in his heart.
Rich spiritual power poured into the body, and the severe pain in the meridians was followed by a burst of relief.
He couldn't help but want to laugh heartily.
That little devil is probably still struggling outside the sword pool at this time!
Just when Zhao Xuan was immersed in his mind and ready to focus on cultivation, a familiar voice next to him surprised him.