Peach Fortune Ring

"This is the Crystal Cicada Sword, a third-grade spiritual weapon. Don't you still use weapons?" Feng Yun looked at Song Yan and asked.

Grade Three Spirit Artifacts!

When everyone in the audience heard it, their breathing became extremely rapid, and their eyes were fixed on the long sword in Feng Yun's hand, with envy, jealousy, and greed.

"Hey, I didn't want to use weapons to suppress people, but now, if I want to beat you, I have to use weapons, so I have to use them too!" Song Yan sighed and shook his head, then he stretched out his hand and pointed at the void. Grabbing, suddenly, a black iron long sword appeared in his hand.

This black iron long sword didn't emit any breath, nor did it appear to be booming.

However, Bi Fang, who was the referee, was moved: "Huang Liang, is this sword the Meteor Sword?"

[Author's digression]: Well, this is the fourth update

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Chapter 598 Inner Disciple

"It is indeed the Meteor Sword." Song Yan nodded.

With Song Yan's affirmation, Bi Fang's face became a little more solemn: "I never thought that your father would pass the Meteor Sword to you!"

When Feng Yun and the outer disciples below heard the conversation between the two, they all expressed doubts and guesses. Is this seemingly ordinary black iron sword also a spiritual weapon?

Maybe Bi Fang heard everyone's thoughts, and explained in a deep voice: "The Meteor Sword is a sixth-grade spiritual weapon, and it is the personal spiritual sword of the Meteor Swordsman. Twenty years ago, an army of about 20 demons appeared in the Outside the small city on the border of the human race.

Just when the border town was about to be breached, the Meteor Swordsman broke into the army of 50 demons with the Meteor Sword in his hand. He fought hard for a day and a night, and finally wiped out the [-] demons, saving the [-] people in the border town from death. "

Hearing that the Meteorite Swordsman had won against three thousand by one, everyone's expressions were solemn, and a look of admiration flashed in their eyes.

The demons are cruel and bloodthirsty by nature, and any city that is conquered by them will adopt a policy of extermination, and no chicken or dog will be spared.

Therefore, the human race has never had a good impression of the demon race, it can be said that the hatred is overwhelming.

At the same time, everyone's eyes fell on Song Yan. It turned out that he was the son of Meteorite Swordsman. No wonder his aptitude was so heaven-defying.

"but……!"

Bi Fang's voice continued: "Although the Meteor Swordsman won the victory, his vitality was exhausted and he was on the verge of death. Although he finally came back to life, he could not keep his cultivation as a great master, and he fell beyond the rank of a great master. One more inch!"

Speaking of this, Bi Fang couldn't help but sighed, showing infinite regret: "With the aptitude of the Meteor Swordsman, he has the strength to attack the Martial Saint, what a pity, what a pity!"

Hearing this, everyone also showed regret.

Martial Saints are the top powerhouses of the human race, and with each additional one, the human race will be safer.

Hearing Bi Fang tell the story about the cheap father, Song Yan felt a little weird, never thought that his extremely henpecked father would have such a tough past.

Bi Fang suppressed his emotions, and said to Song Yan and Feng Yun: "Okay, let's get down to business, you continue to compete!"

Feng Yun shook his head: "I admit defeat!"

The Meteor Sword is a sixth-grade spiritual weapon, three grades higher than the Crystal Cicada Sword in his hand, how can he fight it?

Bi Fang nodded, and said loudly: "I declare that Huang Liang is the No.1 in this outer sect competition!"

"The boss is mighty!"

"Boss is domineering!"

"Boss, we all adore you!"

……

Hearing that Bi Fang announced that Song Yan was the number one in the outer sect competition, Lin Yue and others who were watching the battle below couldn't help cheering loudly.

"Okay, let's continue the competition!" Bi Fang raised his hand to suppress the noise below.

There was not much suspense. Although Feng Yun lost to Song Yan, he easily defeated the other 11 people and became No.2 in the outer sect competition.

No.3 is a woman, Shan Jing, the president of the Daughter Club.

In the next two hours, the top ten of the outer gate were released one after another.

At the end of the game, it is time to award awards.

As long as you enter the top ten, you can get a broken rank pill and 1 taels of silver.

At the same time, there are other rewards for the top three.

Soon, the answer was revealed. The first reward from the outer door was a storage ring with five cubic spaces, and the second reward was also a storage ring, but the space of his ring was only three cubic meters. As for No.3, the space was Smaller, only one cube.

For this reward, Song Yan really didn't catch a cold, as he had several storage rings.

The three-day outer gate competition is over, and the inner gate competition will start in three days.

After accepting the congratulations from everyone, Song Yan returned to his room.

Lay cross-legged on the bed, cross-legged, looking at the nose with the eyes and the heart with the nose, entering the state of cultivation.

As he urged the vitality of the world around the "Immortal Phoenix Jue" to surge into his body, he then transformed it into immortal energy and filled it into the dantian and acupoints.

Soon, the dantian and acupoints could no longer hold more true energy, so only new acupoints could be opened.

Start!

With just one thought in Song Yan's mind, the zhenqi in his body turned into dozens of thin needles and rushed towards the closed acupoints.

"Puff puff!"

The acupoints were opened up one after another.

With the sound of "boom", the newly opened acupoints and the original acupoints quickly formed a cycle during the circulation of the real air, which meant that Song Yan's cultivation had stepped into the sixth level of Qi refining.