I have inherited the supreme Taoism

Listening to the cheers of the disciples, a young man not far away looked at them sadly and said nothing.

Several disciples around him were a little commotion, and a bold disciple stepped forward and asked, "Second Senior Brother, are you just going to let this kid become a Senior Senior Brother?"

The young man strangled the disciple who spoke out and stared at him with a pair of narrow eyes, "Do you also think that I, Xue Qing, am only worthy of being a second senior brother?"

"No, no, no, senior brother Xue, you are the one who is most worthy of being the senior brother. You have dedicated so much to the sect over the years, but they are blind! Cough, cough, cough!"

The disciple's face turned red from being pinched, and he held Xue Qing's hand and flattered him word by word.

Xue Qing snorted coldly, threw him away, took out a brocade handkerchief, wiped his hands, threw it on the disciple's face, and took out an exquisite folding fan.

"Let's go! I want to see what this kid is capable of!"

The disciple who was lying limply on the ground pulled off the brocade handkerchief from his face. After gritting his teeth, he changed into a flattering smile and followed.

......

"Didn't you hear what the sect leader said to practice your sword well? How unbecoming is it to make such noise here!"

Hearing the sound coming from behind, the open space suddenly became silent, with only the whistling wind blowing in his ears.

The crowd dispersed to both sides to make way, and it was Xue Qing and his party who came.

Chen Xuan saw that the robes worn by this group of people were all very gorgeous, and there were slight fluctuations of spiritual energy emanating from the swords. They were basically second-level spiritual swords. It seemed that these disciples were from relatively superior families.

They were completely different from the disciples next to them who were excited for ten gold coins, so they naturally formed two groups.

"It's broken! It's Xue Qing, why is he here too!"

"I don't know if Senior Brother Chen Xuan can beat him. I heard that the last one who wanted to be Senior Brother didn't get out of bed for half a year, and now I don't know where he is."

After the silence, the disciples began to become commotion, talking quietly.

Xue Qing glanced around and sneered, "What? After this yellow-haired boy came, didn't he even call me Second Senior Brother? Everyone dared to call me by my name!"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I've met the second senior brother!"

Xue Qing ignored them, walked straight to Chen Xuan, stretched out his hand and pretended to smile warmly, "Welcome to Jianzong, what is your name? Forget it, I'm not interested in knowing. Anyway, if you have anything to do, you can come to Xue Senior brother me!"

Chen Xuan held his hand and said calmly, "Junior Brother Xue, please don't bother. If you have any questions about cultivation, just come to me."

Xue Qing was provoked for the first time on his own territory. The smile on his face could no longer be maintained. The majestic spiritual power spurted out from his hands, intending to directly destroy one of Chen Xuan's arms.

Chen Xuan noticed this cold and powerful spiritual power entering his body, and a thin layer of frost condensed on his arms.

He did not dare to be careless at all, and instantly mobilized all his spiritual energy to concentrate on his hands to resist.

After a confrontation, Chen Xuan was slightly at a disadvantage, but it was not harmful, and he even had an estimate of his strength.

"Is there only the second level of military commander?"

A trace of disbelief flashed in Xue Qing's eyes.

Isn't this kid at the seventh level of martial arts? How could you be in a stalemate with yourself for so long!

I couldn't help but feel a desire to retreat, and wanted to pull my hand back.

But how could Chen Xuan go as he wanted? His golden body turned three times, his arm muscles swelled, his strength surged, and he squeezed his hand tightly.

Creak! Bang!

The finger bones were about to crack, Xue Qing's face turned pale in pain, and all his strength burst out. He finally pulled his hand out, took a few steps back, and kept a safe distance from Chen Xuan.

"The third level of military general, this is pretty much it." Chen Xuan had a playful smile on his lips.

"Humph! It turns out he is a barbarian, he can't even use a sword!" Xue Qing mocked, quietly put his hands behind his back, and used his spiritual power to wash away the pain.

Chen Xuan was not affected by him at all, and took a step forward, "Junior brother Xue, if you want to compete in any way, come forward, senior brother, I will take it all!"

Xue Qing gritted his teeth and winked at the bunch of boys behind him, "Fuck me!"

After several disciples looked at each other, they stepped forward to surround Chen Xuan and drew out their swords. "I'm sorry! Senior brother!"

"Three Swords of Autumn Water!"

"Flaming sword!"

"It's raining heavily!"

"Spring Breeze Sword Technique!"

"Zhongyue Sword!"

......

In an instant, each disciple used his or her strongest swordsmanship, and the sword light poured down on Chen Xuan.

Xue Qing looked at the situation on the court with pride, "Chen Xuan, let me see if you die today!"

Facing the sword light coming like a torrential rain, Chen Xuan was not afraid at all. Under the powerful perception of the Ten Thousand Tribulations Sword Soul, these sword moves were as slow as drizzle and full of loopholes.

Under the influence of Jin Peng's body, he only moved his steps slightly, and with a tap of the remaining sword in his hand, he easily broke through their sword moves, and controlled the force in his hand to push them out.

After the sword light dissipated, Chen Xuan's chest rose and fell slightly, and he wiped away a little sweat from his forehead. There was no injury on his body, but a few cuts on his clothes.

On the other hand, those disciples were all panting from exhaustion, but there were no injuries on their bodies, except for some bumps and bumps on their spiritual swords, which showed that Chen Xuan had a lot of affection for him.

After Chen Xuan looked around, he asked, "Do you want to continue fighting?"

All the disciples waved their hands and refused, "No, no, thank you for being merciful, senior brother. If there is nothing to do, we will leave first."

Chen Xuan nodded and agreed.

The disciples retreated behind Xue Qing, lowered their heads and said in shame, "Brother, our strength is low and we are no match for him."

Xue Qing's face was ashen, and the disciples did not dare to say anything and retreated behind him.

Chen Xuan looked at him like this and said, "Junior Brother Xue, if you are unhappy with anything, you can tell me, my senior brother. As a senior brother, I have to take responsibility."

"You don't know how to use a sword at all!"

Xue Qing said firmly, "Why should I be the senior brother if I don't know the swordsmanship!"

"Oh? What evidence do you have that I don't know how to swordsmanship? Don't slander me, my amiable senior brother, at will."

Chen Xuan responded to him indifferently.

"It's just that they don't have the strength to force me to use my sword skills! Junior Brother Xue, why don't you try and see if you can force me to use my sword skills? You won't be afraid, right?"

Xue Qing didn't want to argue with him any more, so he tossed his robe and turned away, leaving behind a harsh word.

"Come back here for a sword competition in three days. If you lose, I, Xue Qing, will be convinced and recognize you as my senior brother!"

Chen Xuan was not afraid at all and accepted his challenge.

"Okay! Whoever doesn't come will have a puppy!"