In the following days, Lin Xuan went to the mountains to practice swordsmanship during the day, and practiced the Immortality Technique at night. He occasionally went to the mission hall to repair the long sword and earn some contribution points.
Days like this fly by so fast, half a month has passed in the blink of an eye.
The atmosphere in the outer sect is also quietly changing. Many disciples have returned from Taihang Mountain to prepare for the next inner sect selection competition. Only by entering the inner sect can one be considered a true Xuantian Sect disciple. Inside, not only can they learn advanced martial arts
, as well as the guidance of senior monks, plus various abundant cultivation resources, all the outer disciples are eager to squeeze in with their heads sharpened.
At the same time, a new outer sect ranking list was also released, and many outer sect disciples have been discussing this matter and checking their rankings in the past few days.
This outer sect ranking list only has the top 500 rankings. It is based on the disciples' cultivation and daily performance, roughly estimating their combat effectiveness, and then assigning them to the list.
No one knows who this maker is. There was once someone who was dissatisfied because of the low ranking and challenged a higher ranking, but was defeated. Except for hundreds of such things, the final result was the same as the one on the ranking list.
Only then did the outer disciples accept this list and use it as an important means to understand the strength of others.
On the No. 3 martial arts arena, He Shaobing looked at the exquisite booklet in his hand, with a hint of anger on his face. This booklet was the outer sect ranking list. It was very beautifully made, but it did not attract He Shaobing's interest at all.
"Huh!" He closed the booklet and wrote it hard in his hand. Soon, the roster turned into a ball of powder.
"That's too much! How dare you lower my ranking!" He Shaobing's eyes were filled with anger. Originally, he was ranked 100th on the ranking list and was considered a top disciple, but who would have thought that this time the ranking would actually put him at 101st.
Although there is only one missing, the meaning contained therein is very different. Among the tens of thousands of outer disciples, the top one hundred are top disciples, the first echelon of geniuses. After entering the inner gate, they will be affected.
Special attention. But now that he has become the 101st, he has become a disciple of the second echelon, and his status is completely different.
The person who replaced him as the 100th was a new outer disciple named Lin Xuan.
"How can a young disciple who has just joined the outer sect be ranked among the 100th? I am not convinced!" He Shaobing clenched the long sword in his hand.
"Young soldier, please calm down." A slightly fat disciple next to him said, "I have also heard of Lin Xuan. He has been having a lot of trouble with the Divine Power Group recently. It is said that he has defeated many disciples of the Divine Power Group in a row. He must have some strength.
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"So what? You also think I will lose?" He Shaobing said angrily.
Xuantian Sect's outer sect is very large and has many disciples. Not everyone knows Lin Xuan, and with so many things happening every day, the reputation of a young disciple has long been forgotten by them.
"It's not that I'm afraid you'll lose, but there's no need to do this. Wouldn't it be enough to defeat him in an upright and fair manner at the inner sect selection meeting?"
He Shaobing was speechless, but a cold light flashed in his eyes from time to time.
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Martial Arts Arena No. 7, northwest corner.
Lin Xuan is holding a red flame sword and is practicing meticulously. This is a new sword technique he has learned, Gushan Sword Technique, which belongs to the yellow-level intermediate martial arts.
This swordsmanship is different from the swordsmanship that Lin Xuan learned in the past. It is not good at speed, but is powerful and heavy. The speed is very slow, and every sword is full of power.
Huo! Huo!
Lin Xuan's movements of opening and closing are very exciting when he swings them. He used to study fast swords, but now he has a new understanding of slow swords.
This Gufeng sword technique emphasizes stability, accuracy and ruthlessness. Although it is slow, as long as the timing is good, it can definitely kill with one blow. Through today's slow sword practice, Lin Xuan's grasp of timing in battle is better than before.
many.
The fast sword is about seizing the opportunity and defeating the enemy first, while the slow sword is about catching the mistakes made by the opponent or making mistakes. By combining fast and slow swordsmanship, Lin Xuan's swordsmanship has surpassed what it used to be.
While Lin Xuan was immersed in his swordsmanship, a young man walked towards him.
Thin, big eyes, cold gaze.
"Are you Lin Xuan?" The young man said in a bad tone.
"That's right." Lin Xuan stood with his sword in hand and asked, "What's the matter?"
"Defeat you and take back my due ranking!" The young man is none other than He Shaobing.
Lin Xuan was a little confused: "What ranking?"
"Stop pretending, you just need to tell me whether you accept the challenge or not!" He Shaobing shouted.
He Shaobing's shout made the disciples who were practicing martial arts around turn their heads and look around. At this moment, a fat young man ran from a distance. He grabbed He Shaobing's hand and said, "Young soldier, let's go!"
"Xiao Wei, don't worry about me, I will defeat him today!" He Shaobing said loudly, "The weak are not worthy of that quota!"
"What's going on?" someone nearby asked.
"You don't know? He Shaobing's 100th place position was squeezed out by that kid!" Someone secretly pointed at Lin Xuan.
"No wonder you got angry. A kid who just entered the outer door climbed on your head. If it were me, I would be anxious too!"
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Lin Xuan pricked up his ears and finally understood something.
"Since you want to fight, then come!" Lin Xuan just wanted to prove Gushan's swordsmanship.
"Hmph!" He Shaobing gritted his teeth and said, "You'd better use all your strength, otherwise you will lose miserably!"
He flipped his palms, took out the formation disk, and exerted spiritual power with both hands. The green flag rose into the wind and inserted into the ground with a clang, forming a small arena.
Flag battle!
Lin Xuan was no stranger. He had played this kind of game with the disciples of the Shenwei Regiment. At that moment, he pulled out the red flame sword and walked into the formation flag with a lazy smile.
He Shaobing snorted coldly, moved and collapsed in.
The surrounding disciples stopped what they were doing and gathered around. The disciple named Xiao Wei waited and watched nervously with his big eyes.
"Come on!" Lin Xuan held the red flame sword across his chest and stood attentively.
laugh!
A flash of cold light burst out, making a rapid sound.
He Shaobing swayed and rushed forward quickly. The long sword on his waist was glowing with cold light. In the blink of an eye, he had reached Lin Xuan's side. With a flick of his wrist, the long sword rushed towards him like a poisonous snake.
The speed is so fast that it makes people look at it!
"Kuai Sword Style..." Lin Xuan raised his eyebrows, moved his steps slightly, adjusted his body shape, and at the same time gently moved the big sword in his hand, intercepting He Shaobing's sword move.
Ding ding ding!
He Shaobing's long sword hit the blade of the red flame sword, making a crisp sound. He failed to hit the target, and then raised the sword up. The tip of the sword spit out cold light and struck Lin Xuan's head.
Lin Xuan crossed his arm, and the red flame sword swept out. The heavy power forced He Shaobing to interrupt the sword move and retreat to save his life. His retreat immediately revealed a flaw, and Lin Xuan's sword shook.