After releasing the defensive mask, the short man breathed a sigh of relief. The yellow talisman he crushed just now was bought from a textile market at a large price. It is said to be a defensive talisman refined by masters in the Nascent Soul stage. It has defensive properties. Very strong.
Originally, the short man was reluctant to use the yellow talisman, but Lin San's strength greatly exceeded the short man's expectation. Especially the flying sword that appeared in Lin San's hand gave him a deep sense of fear. In order to prevent it, In case, the short man still used the yellow talisman.
"Bang," the thick sword light struck hard on the light curtain, making a muffled sound.
Seeing that the light curtain was intact, a smile appeared on the short man's face. Unfortunately, the smile did not last long and turned into surprise, and then panic.
"Crack," a tiny crack suddenly appeared on the light curtain, followed by a second, then a third... In the blink of an eye, the light curtain was covered with dense cracks.
"Impossible, this is impossible..." the short man muttered to himself.
"Bang," the light curtain could not withstand the pressure of the cracks and finally burst.
As soon as the light curtain exploded, the sword light hit the short man's chest hard.
The short man screamed, flew backwards, and fell heavily to the ground. It took him a long time to get up.
"Huh..." Lin San exhaled softly and said secretly: "Fortunately, I have the Wind Chasing Sword, otherwise it would be really difficult to defeat this short man."
"Bah bang bang," there was sudden applause from all around.
Lin San turned around in confusion and saw that the Qingyue Sect disciples standing around were applauding him.
By this time, the injured short man had been carried away.
The applause lasted for a long time before it stopped.
"Good skills." Wang Shuhai stepped forward and nodded towards Lin San: "It's been a long time since I've seen a junior brother like you who is so powerful."
"Senior Brother Wang, you deserve the prize. I won just now entirely due to luck," Lin San said modestly.
Wang Shuhai smiled: "Who is junior brother's master?"
"Master," Lin San was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "I don't have a master..."
This time it was Wang Shuhai's turn to be stunned: "You don't have a master, so where did you learn this skill?"
"Haha... To be honest, senior brother, I just fumbled and practiced on my own," Lin San said with a smile.
Wang Shuhai's eyes narrowed: "I practiced randomly," it seemed, Wang Shuhai obviously didn't believe Lin San's words.
"If you don't believe me, senior brother, you can go check it out. I just started the job a few months ago," Lin San thought for a while and added: "Before joining the Qingyue Sect, I was a casual cultivator and had never been a master. ,"
After listening to Lin San's explanation, Wang Shuhai seemed to believe it: "Junior brother Lin is really a genius. He can actually condense the golden elixir by practicing on his own. It's amazing, it's amazing."
Lin San smiled slightly and said nothing.
If Wang Shuhai knew that Lin San had mediocre qualifications with five spiritual roots, I don't know what he would think. He would probably be dumbfounded.
Wang Shuhai rolled his eyes and looked at the Wind Chasing Sword in Lin San's hand: "Junior brother refined this flying sword himself."
"Oh, no, I picked it up myself," Lin San shook his head.
Wang Shuhai raised his eyebrows: "I picked it up. Junior Brother's luck is really good. Well, can I visit Junior Brother's flying sword?" Wang Shuhai is very fascinated by flying swords. He has collected five or six flying swords of different shapes. Sword, today I saw the flying sword in Lin San's hand displaying its power, and my heart suddenly felt itchy.
"This..." Lin San showed a trace of hesitation on his face.
"Junior brother, if it's inconvenient, just pretend I didn't say it," Wang Shuhai said with a smile.
Wang Shuhai had already said this, but Lin San hesitated again and again, which seemed too stingy: "Senior brother, please take a look." After saying this, Lin San handed Wang Shuhai the Wind Chasing Sword.
Wang Shuhai took the Wind Chaser Sword, shook it slightly, and a red light flashed from the blade: "What a good sword, what a good sword. Hey, why are there two gaps on the blade?"
"Uh... I don't know. When I picked up the Wind Chaser Sword, there was already a chip on the blade," Lin San told a lie.
"Chasing the Wind Sword," Wang Shuhai stretched out a finger to gently stroke the blade: "Chasing the Wind Sword, it's you who gave this flying sword a name. It sounds pretty good."
"Senior brother, you're rewarded," Lin San said with a smile.
Wang Shuhai watched it for half an hour before reluctantly returning the Wind Chasing Sword to Lin San.
Lin San took the Wind Chasing Sword and threw it directly into the storage ring.
"Okay, you can go back," Wang Shuhai waved to Lin San: "On October 10th, you can directly represent Qingyue Sect and compete with other sect disciples,"
"I passed, isn't there a second competition?" Lin San asked in surprise.
"With the skills you just showed, there is no need for a second competition," Wang Shuhai said with a smile: "Your skills are much better than those of other juniors. If the competition continues, you will win."
Lin San hurriedly said a few words of modesty.
"You can go back to practice directly. On the morning of October 10th, go directly to the meeting hall to gather," Wang Shuhai said.
Lin San nodded in agreement, turned around and left.
Wang Shuhai looked at Lin San's back as he strode away, with a trace of contemplation in his eyes.
…
The assessment lasted until the early morning of the next day.
A total of five people were selected by those who were in the Golden Core stage, including Lin San. The disciples who were in the Qi-building stage also selected five people with greater abilities.
After the assessment, Wang Shuhai said a few words and let the crowd leave.
Houshan Spiritual Medicine Garden.
Lin San sat on a chair, holding a dark box in his hand and turning it over and over, muttering from time to time: "What is in the box?" This dark box was still in Lin San's hands. When he was on Earth, he brought it out of the underground tomb in Gaohe Village. Lin San tried countless methods but could not open the box.
Lin San has always believed that something that can be collected in such a hard box is definitely a big treasure.
The color of the long lock on the box seemed to be a little darker, and a layer of green powder appeared on the surface. When I wiped it with my hand, the powder fell off, but after a while, a new layer of green powder appeared on the long lock. of powder.
"Forget it, let's study it when we have a chance," Lin San put away the wooden box, sat cross-legged on the ground, and began to practice Hunyuan Wuji Kung Fu. During these days, Lin San practiced Hunyuan Wuji Kung Fu when he had nothing to do. Increase your strength so that you can win magic weapons and spiritual stones in the competition on October 10th.
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Wangyue Peak.
Inside the stone house.
Master Qingyang, Qin Hanwen and other four elders are discussing the competition meeting on October 10th.
"Master, the competition venue has been prepared, and the candidates for the Qingyue Sect's disciples to participate in the competition have also been determined," Qin Hanwen gave a detailed report on what had happened in the past few days.
Master Qingyang nodded slightly: "Junior Brother Qin, you have worked hard these past two days."
Qin Hanwen hurriedly bent down: "I am the elder of the Qingyue Sect. It is my obligation to serve the Qingyue Sect. There is no such thing as hard work."