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"Junior brother Lin is so amazingly talented, and he is absolutely no less than that young master Wushuang."

Min Qinghe and Zheng Ning naturally didn't dare to be angry with Chen Wanyi like Murong Qingyue, they only bowed their heads and responded a few times, but they didn't think so in their hearts.

"Although Lin Jin was born well, how can he compare with Mr. Wushuang?"

Could it be summed up by appearance alone?

It is temperament, elegance, cultivation, appearance, connotation, charm, and the synthesis of countless advantages.

In the sky and on the earth, Xuan Yu is unparalleled.

The Chief Elder Wei Changlong of the Presbyterian House said in a loud voice: "Today, Qingli Sect has a divine soldier, and I would like to thank friends from all walks of life for congratulating them from thousands of miles away. Thanks."

The voice spread far away like a Hong Zhong with its strong vitality.

Those with a slightly lower cultivation level were frightened by the voice, and the spirit sword of Yukong shook slightly.

"The cultivation of this elder should not be underestimated."

On the one hand, Wei Changlong's move was to greet fellow practitioners from all walks of life and to show his identity. On the other hand, he also told that this magical weapon belonged to the Qingli Sect.

Xuanyu Wushuang replied indifferently: "It is a blessing for the Taoist sect in the world to have a divine soldier born in the Qingli Sect."

Wei Changlong said to Xuanyu Wushuang from a distance: "Mr. Wushuang is a genius, so naturally he doesn't need these vulgar things."

Xuanyu Wushuang glanced at the mountain forest, and said with a slight smile: "Such a magic weapon, how can it be a vulgar thing? It's just that this magic weapon already has an owner, and it's useless for others to bother."

"On the contrary, these two young disciples are more interesting than divine soldiers."

The other practitioners couldn't help showing admiration.

The magic soldier has a spirit, and he chooses the master to do things.

Looking at the situation, one of the two disciples competing next must be the master of the divine weapon.

Within a day, Qingli Sect not only produced a peerless magic weapon, but also produced two such powerful young disciples.

Everything that happened today will definitely cause a sensation in the entire cultivation world.

And the Qingli Sect will surely return to glory after being silent for more than ten years.

Chapter 89 Sleepy Sword

Zheng Qingshan was also among the elders of the Qingli Sect's peaks, and he was very relieved to see Mo Chen acting so heroically.

Laughing loudly, he said: "All the disciples of my Qingli Sect are dragons and phoenixes among men. These two, their cultivation is still passable, but they are still young and lack of experience."

In the words, there are clear and dark expressions, which are full of complacency.

Many practitioners from other sects in the air cupped their hands in congratulations: "Congratulations, congratulations."

How could these cultivators not hear the bragging in Zheng Qingshan's words?

Needless to say, that magical weapon, appearing in such a way of appearing in the sky, shaking mountains and shaking the earth, is definitely not an ordinary product.

And the two disciples who fought against each other in the mountain forest, no matter their cultivation level or their aptitude, they were all ruthless existences in the world of practice.

No matter how big the Qingli Sect is for thousands of years, the number of disciples with the aptitude and cultivation level of these two will definitely not exceed the number of hands stretched out.

Just kidding, if all the disciples of the Qingli Sect were so powerful, there would be no place for other sects to gain a foothold.

But right now is the time when the sect is proud, even if they blow a few words, the others have nothing to say.

Right now, it depends on these two people, who can be the real master of this peerless magic weapon.

But it is conceivable that no matter who gets the magic weapon from these two people, they will surely become the kings who will shine in the Haoji Continent and rule the world in the future.

Everyone focused their attention on the two people who were duel below.

The Qingxuan sword flew out of the deep hole, turned into a dazzling blue light, and went straight to Lin Jin.

Lin Jin put aside the broken sword, stretched out his right hand, and spread his five fingers.

He has already sensed the connection between Qingxuanjian and him very clearly, it seems to be the intersection of blood, and it seems to be the resonance of mind and soul.

For Lin Jin, there was no longer any suspense for the divine soldier to recognize his master.

"Don't worry!"

With a flick of Mo Chen's wrist, the boomerangs lingering in the air suddenly accelerated, gathered into a battle formation in the air, made a strong buzzing sound, and rushed towards the Qingxuan sword.

"Boom!"

The first boomerang hit the sword heavily, bursting out a burst of fireworks, and the Qingxuan sword also swayed in the air.

"Boom!"

The boomerangs hit the Qingxuan sword one after another, splashing out a series of dazzling sparks.

The Qingxuan sword, which was flying towards Lin Jin, was suddenly knocked left and right, and it deviated from the direction.

"Mo Chen, do you think this can stop me from holding the sword?"

With a long roar, Lin Jin stood up from the ground, his figure like a butterfly piercing a flower, and plunged into the formation of boomerangs flying all over the sky.

Qingxuanjian also seemed to be trying to get closer to Lin Jin, blocking left and right, sparks flying around, but it couldn't get out of the boomerang's blockade.

"What is that spiritual weapon in Mo Chen's hand?" The bad old man finally noticed the peculiarity of those boomerangs.

The Qingxuan Sword is Lin Jin's magical weapon for proving the Tao. It is so powerful that it cannot be resisted by ordinary spiritual weapons in the world.

But the spiritual weapon in Mo Chen's hands is not only unpredictable, but also has been confronted with the Qingxuan Sword several times, and it did not suffer at all.

Doesn't this mean that it is at least equivalent to the rank of a divine weapon?

The thin old man was also very surprised by the current development of the situation, and murmured: "I don't know about this either."

The many variables that happened to Mo Chen have been separated from the inherent cognitive system in their brains.

The bad old man became agitated again.

Although Qingxuanjian has recognized its owner, Lin Jin has not got the sword yet.

The key to unlocking the first seal of Qingxuan Sword is that Lin Jin and Qingxuan Sword should have substantial contact.

If Lin Jin couldn't touch the Qingxuan Sword, there would be no way to break the first seal.

And in the heart of the skinny old man, there was a faint uneasiness.

Such calculations have been carried out with such difficulty, and so far, none of them have achieved the expected results.

The person chosen by the Eye of Heaven is really different.

Now Mo Chen's fortune, even on the fate roulette, can't see the real direction of the follow-up.

Just like today, obviously adjustments have been made, and everything should go according to plan, but when it comes to a critical point, another change occurs.

Could it really be that he had no choice but to forcibly intervene regardless of the consequences of the Eye of Heaven?

At this time, Mo Chen naturally couldn't care what the two old men thought. When the boomerang array trapped the Qingxuan sword, he had already rubbed his body, fisted and kicked like the wind, and greeted Lin Jin directly.

Lin Jin was blocked by Mo Dust's boomerang array and couldn't get the Qingxuan Sword, so he had to turn around and start a fight with Mo Dust.

The breakthrough in the way of the sword has also improved his own realm and cultivation. Although he does not have a sword in his hand, there is still a sharp vitality between his fists and palms, which makes his close combat ability a lot better than before.

While shouting, Lin Jin's fist collided with Mo Chen's.

"Tom!"

As soon as his fists were connected, it was as if his fist had hit an extremely hard stone, and the joints of his knuckles rattled, and the pain pierced his bones.

Lin Jin knew that his body was not as strong as Mo Chen's, but at this moment, he had no way out.

The Qingxuan sword was right in front of him, and he could already feel the powerful energy contained in this sword.

He is confident that as long as he can hold this sword, he will be able to usher in a huge leap, and his strength will reach a new level.

At this time, how can he back down?

Feeling that Mo Chen's body was too strong, Lin Jin changed his moves, integrating the comprehension of sword intent into his fists and palms, bringing out the chilling sword intent when he moved.

Although this can't really bring out the power of the sword intent, it is beneficial to his melee combat.

Although Mo Chen's Jin Jun magic skill has only been practiced to the second level, his body is so strong that even martial arts practitioners in the enlightenment realm can't beat themselves.

In addition, he has the experience of fighting desperately against the Night Saber, and he is not afraid of Lin Jin in close combat.

The competition between the two is another look.

In close hand-to-hand combat, the attack and defense frequencies of both sides increased significantly.

A series of muffled sounds kept ringing in the air, and every time fists and fists met, a burst of strong energy burst out, shattering the fallen leaves and dead branches around them one by one.

In this battle, even the crowd watching around became more and more nervous.

The battle for magic soldiers has entered the final stage of intense heat.

The battle between these two people also began to fight hand-to-hand.

Who wins?

Who loses?

But at this stage, even Chen Wanyi's face was not looking good.

Compared with close combat, Lin Jin has no advantage.

Sure enough, after more than twenty moves, Lin Jin began to fall into a disadvantage.

Lin Jin only felt the burning pain in his fists, and he gritted his teeth and said bitterly: "Mo Chen, it's useless for you to snatch it, this magical weapon is mine after all!"

Mo Chen smiled meaningfully, "Of course I know it's yours."

Lin Jin said: "Then why are you working so hard?"

There was a hint of mystery in Mo Chen's smile, "Guess?"

Chapter 90 Drawing the Sword

Mo Chen's smile was like a sharp thorn, piercing deeply into Lin Jin's eyes and hurting his heart.

Since enlightenment, every day, he can feel the changes in himself, and feel the constantly awakening power in his body.

His cultivation base is growing rapidly, his realm is constantly breaking through, and his growth speed surpasses all those who have ever laughed at him.

He is no longer that indestructible waste material.

He is no longer a waste that everyone looks down upon.

He became a rising star in the sect.

Zongmen began to place high hopes on him, and fellow sects began to look at him differently. He rose rapidly in an astonishing way.

He saw the astonishment and fear in the eyes of those who had despised him, and those eyes made him feel extremely happy.

He believed that one day, he would stand at the pinnacle of this world, be proud of all heroes, and look down on the world.

He will trample everyone under his feet, hold the magic weapon in his hand, take life and death, and rule the world.

He, Lin Jin, will become the most supreme existence in the heaven and earth.

Those mediocre mortals are only worthy of crawling at his feet and trembling, in exchange for a sliver of mercy from him with humble begging.

That is the life that really belongs to him, and it is the only correct way to open his future.

However, all of this began to blur in Mo Chen's smile.

Lin Jin finally began to realize that no matter how fast he grew up, Mo Chen was always in front of him like an insurmountable hurdle.

Yes, it is a hurdle.

Although it is not as unattainable as a mountain, this hurdle is always a little higher than him.

The skyrocketing cultivation base, the comprehension of the sword intent, and the birth of the divine weapon, all of these together are enough to make the entire cultivation world look sideways.

But adding all these together, he still couldn't defeat the young man with a mysterious smile in front of him.

He tried his best, but still couldn't pass this hurdle.

Mo Chen is like his destined nemesis!