Above the stands, everyone in the Four Halls and Qifeng all looked at the young man.
The eyes of many people who saw Shen Yu for the first time were full of curiosity, and the eyes of even more people were full of expectation.
It has been more than a year. What state is the handsome young man who came to Yuan Temple from Cuizhu Peak now? Will it be surprising again?
Because Shang Yingluo and Ye Zhiqiu are the most talented disciples of this generation, with heaven-level Taoist bodies, extremely high understanding, and far higher realms than others. Compared with them, Shen Yu is still a little behind.
But many people didn't think so. They thought carefully about Shen Yu's experiences over the years, and found that unknowingly, this young man was already stronger than those two people.
In the Yanfa Hall, Shen Yu easily defeated Ye Zhiqiu, who was at the peak of the ninth level of Qi Refining.
At Fenbao Cliff, he received the inheritance of an innate spiritual treasure when he climbed to the top for the first time. There were only a handful of such people in the Taoist sect for thousands of years.
The most important thing is that he is the second disciple that the leader has accepted in these years.
Holding this identity tightly makes people dare not take it lightly.
Yu Wenwen looked at the handsome young man on the stone platform and said, "We haven't seen him for a few years, but he has changed a bit."
Xu Qingmei said with a smile: "I have grown taller and look much better."
The center of the stone platform.
Fu Yi looked at the calm young man in front of him, feeling panicked for no reason. Then he calmed down and asked, "Are you Shen Yu?"
Shen Yu didn't answer, but just patted the blue luan bird, and after it flew into the sky, he looked around.
This disdainful look immediately angered Fu Yi, his face changed slightly, and he said coldly: "Please enlighten me."
As the words fell, the fairy sword behind Fu Yi instantly appeared between the two of them. The sword was slender, covered with a layer of faint blue light, and majestic spiritual power spurted out from the hilt.
Although Fu Yi was trying his best to control the sword, it felt as if the sword was guiding him.
Some people recognized the origin of this fairy sword and spiritual treasure at a glance, and even cursed it shamelessly.
On the stands of Yanfa Hall, Ming Jian snorted coldly: "Shameless."
Xu Qingmei also shook her head and said helplessly: "In the fight between the younger generations, the older generation shamelessly intervened. They are really not afraid of embarrassment."
This is a natal sword that has been with Zhang Zhi for countless years. It has killed countless demons and aliens, and is far superior to ordinary innate spiritual treasures.
During this Fourth Hall performance, he handed over the spiritual treasure to his disciples, and the purpose was obvious.
Some people sighed secretly in their hearts. Those people had calculated from the beginning that Shen Yu would definitely come to participate in the performance of the Four Halls. For the sake of face, they had made preparations in advance.
My thoughts are a bit too complicated.
On the side of Qinglu Hall, Chen Jianzhi walked slowly to Lan Yingxing and said displeasedly: "I said, this is my own business, why do you have to interfere."
Lan Yingxing pointed helplessly at the tall figure in the front.
Chen Jianzhi looked complicated and finally said nothing.
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Fu Yi was very proud. The strong power on the sword made him feel invincible.
Fu Yi was very excited when he thought that the next moment he would have the opportunity to defeat the master's disciple who had entered the house in the performance of the four halls.
Even if this power does not belong to you, as long as you can win, no one will care.
Fu Yi shouted loudly, held the sword in both hands, and swung it suddenly, and a fierce spiritual energy storm rose from the ground.
The fierce sword energy even carved several deep and numerous grooves on the stone platform covered with hard green turquoise stone.
Shen Yu stood up casually and dodged when countless pieces of sand and gravel were about to hit him.
As soon as he landed, Fu Yi was already in front of him. He used his sword as a knife and slashed at Shen Yu.
Shen Yu ducked sideways again.
The young disciples on the stands stared at the two of them intently, and everyone was shocked that the fairy sword in Fu Yi's hand was too sharp.
These moves were extremely overbearing, and every blow sent flying sand and rocks. No one could have imagined that a disciple of Siwangfeng could rely on such a magic weapon, leaving Shen Yu, who was under the leadership of the Yuan Temple, unable to fight back.
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But those who can understand are not among the young disciples.
The highly skilled elders of the Fourth Hall and Qifeng all had solemn expressions on their faces, looking at Shen Yu's elegant figure and praising her repeatedly.
The young man seemed to have no power to fight back, but in fact he didn't take any action.
Fu Yi tried his best to unleash the power of the Free Sword, but Shen Yu was able to dodge by just turning sideways or stepping calmly.
What's even more surprising is that Shen Yu has been standing in that position for a long time.
Young man, it’s time to take action.
The blue light on Zi Zai Jian Jian's body became more and more intense, almost a blue color, followed by Fu Yi's heavy breathing sound.
"What's going on? How could I not hit you?"
Fu Yi's eyes were bright red, he roared and stabbed Shen Yu with all his strength.
This time, Shen Yu did not dodge, but just stood there quietly.
Fu Yi was ecstatic, and the next moment, his face was stunned.
The fairy sword in his hand could no longer move any further.
Shen Yu put his left hand behind his back, stretched out two fingers of his right hand, and then easily clamped the Zi Zi Sword.
"First, I am your senior brother."
Shen Yu waved his left palm gently, and Fu Yi flew four to five feet away in an instant, falling to the ground and screaming in pain.
"Second, you are weak. You are the weakest opponent I have ever encountered in my life. Therefore, you are not worthy of being my junior brother."
Another random slap.
Fu Yi was once again pushed seven to eight feet away, and hit the cliff of the stone platform hard, and then slowly fell to the ground.
On the stone platform, only Fu Yi's wailing could be heard.
Everyone watched this scene in silence.
Finally, Fu Yi collapsed on the ground, like a dead dog.
Shen Yu turned around, raised the long sword on his fingertips, looked at a certain stand, and asked: "Your sword?"
Zhang Zhi, who was sitting at the top of Wangwang Peak, had a gloomy face and remained silent.
He couldn't admit it. Even if everyone knew about this kind of thing, he couldn't admit it in front of everyone. He couldn't afford to challenge the Taoist sect rules even if he was sitting at the top of Wangfeng Peak.
"It turns out it's not yours."
Shen Yu smiled and held the sword with one hand.
Then, blood dripped from the tip of the blue sword.
Countless people looked at this scene with some confusion.
Zhang Zhi's face changed drastically and he shouted: "No."
"Stop." A deep voice came from the highest stand.
Shen Yu turned a deaf ear.
boom!
The Zi Zi Sword suddenly shattered into pieces, and countless spiritual energy escaped from the sword body.
Zhang Zhi spurted a stream of blood from his mouth, then covered his chest and retreated.
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No one spoke.
From the beginning to the end, everyone felt extremely shocked and a chill of fear emanating from the bottom of their hearts.
The handsome young man in the center of the stone platform had a peaceful face, but unexpectedly he turned out to be so decisive and ruthless.
Shen Yu stood with his hands behind his back. The violent explosion of the Free Sword made his right hand full of blood. In some places, bones could even be seen, but the young man still looked indifferent and didn't care.
She told Yang Liu that she would fight back whoever hit her.
The young man looked up at Lan Yingxing and said, "It's your turn." This chapter has been completed!