Family cultivation: a psychic mirror at the beginning

"Brother Jiao!"

Outside the court, many Wang disciples saw Wang Lijiao so angry that they fainted on the spot and hurriedly stepped forward anxiously.

"Take him down to recuperate, and be sure to give him some guidance.

Li Jiao has a strong nature, and this time he was defeated miserably at the hands of Lin Tiansheng. If he does not resolve the knot in his heart, it may affect his future cultivation path. "

Wang Qingshan sat upright and ordered an elder of the Wang clan beside him.

"Follow it."

The old man from the Wang clan accepted the order with his hands, and with a flash of his body, he quickly left the place with Wang Lijiao who was unconscious.

"Senior Wang, I'm sorry. My nephew's attack was a little harsh. I hope nothing happens to the noble disciples."

Lin Yiran cupped his hands towards Wang Qingshan, who was standing above him, and looked quite guilty.

"How can anyone not be injured in a competition and spar? It's a junior from Tiansheng. Thank you for holding on to me earlier.

Otherwise, my Lijiao would not be as simple as being injured! "

Wang Qingshan waved his hand and responded generously.

"Senior Wang, you are so open-minded and so much admired by this junior!"

Lin Yiran smiled slightly.

"In the first round of the competition, my Wang family lost. I don't know, but in the second competition, which of your three families will be the disciples?"

"Junior Ye Xiaolin is willing to compete with the noble disciples."

Next to Ye Wuwei, who looked lazy, an elegant young man slowly stood up, held his hands and smiled.

The young man was about twenty years old, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. He was dressed in green clothes and looked rather bookish.

But no one present dared to underestimate him!

Ye Xiaolin is among the top three in cultivation among the younger generation of the Ye family.

According to rumors, the other party's cultivation level has already entered the eighth level of fetal breath level, which is better than many of the older generation of immortal cultivators in his clan.

"Ye Xiaolin's cultivation is at the eighth level of fetal breath. Among us, no one has a cultivation level better than him!"

"Yes! Brother Li Yuan is the strongest of the younger generation of our Wang clan, and his cultivation level is only at the peak of the sixth level of fetal breath.

Even if he intervenes, he can't beat Ye Xiaolin in this competition! "

All the young disciples of the Yulin Wang family frowned and looked solemn.

They all know how powerful Ye Xiaolin is.

No matter who among them comes forward, they can't overcome the opponent's level.

Once you compete, you will definitely lose!

But if he was timid in public, his Yulin Wang family would lose its prestige.

For a time, Wang Liyuan and others were in a dilemma.

"Don't worry, everyone, if any one of you comes forward, I, Ye Xiaolin, will suppress it to the same level.

Once I fight, if I release my realm, I lose! "

"My little girl Wang Lizhu is willing to compete with you!"

Upon hearing Ye Xiaolin's words, a beautiful woman in a red dress slowly walked out.

The woman's name is Wang Lizhu, she is twenty years old.

His appearance is not stunning, but he has a heroic spirit.

Her natural spiritual root is not strong, so that now she is only at the fifth level of Fetal Breath, which is far inferior to Wang Liyuan and Wang Lijiao.

However, she is willing to fight for her family's great cause.

"Miss Li Zhu, please!"

Ye Xiaolin smiled gently, dodged and fell into the field.

Wang Lizhu didn't waste any time. He stamped his foot, and a spiritual weapon spear beside him suddenly shot up into the sky.

He jumped up, quickly caught up with the spiritual weapon spear, grabbed it in his hand, flicked the spear, and stabbed Ye Xiaolin directly between the eyebrows.

The offensive flow went smoothly without any hindrance.

The terrifying gun power carried by the long gun gives people a very strong oppressive force.

Ye Xiaolin put his hands behind his back and looked calm.

The spiritual power of Dantian circulated, and the invisible momentum enveloped the whole body, forming a special Gangqi, which blocked Wang Lizhu's full-strength spear.

"Canglan Ye family has a mental method called "Hunyuan Wuji Sutra". It is said that the ancestors of the Ye family obtained it from the remains of Yixian Sect in their early years.

Although it is a incomplete mental method, this mental method is extremely domineering.

Practitioners can improve their cultivation level very quickly, and the condensed spiritual power is much thicker and more solid than those at the same level.

When the spiritual power is released, it can form a very strong defensive force. Immortal cultivators of the same realm or even lower realms want to break through it, and it is as difficult as climbing to the sky.

Of course, because it is an incomplete mental method, once you practice it, you will no longer have the ability to have children in this life, which can be said to be the mental method of annihilating children and grandchildren.

For many years, the Ye family has been trying to perfect this incomplete mental method so that their people can practice it, but they have been unable to do so. "

"Now, looking at the aura that Ye Xiaolin is releasing, he must have cultivated this kind of mental technique."

Li Qing watched the battle in the field and saw Wang Lizhu holding a spiritual weapon spear. No matter how fiercely he attacked, he could not easily break through Ye Xiaolin's layer of defensive aura, and he spoke slowly.

Liu Yanshuang and Liu Yantian secretly noted it down, and at the same time they became more and more frightened by the abilities of the three disciples.

"Same realm cannot easily break through that kind of defensive aura. It seems that the Wang family is going to lose this competition again!"

Liu Yantian was filled with emotion.

The Wang family has lost two games in a row, and I'm afraid they don't have the ability to make a comeback.

They want to prove in public that they are capable of being on an equal footing with the above three families, but they are still a little reluctant.

In the eyes of the major immortal cultivating families in the Yue Kingdom, are the Shangsan Family really just three mountains that cannot be easily climbed?

As Liu Yantian said, after Wang Lizhu was unable to break through Ye Xiaolin's defensive aura, his body's spiritual power had already been depleted a lot.

He was withdrawing and retreating violently, looking for a chance to breathe and secretly restore his spiritual power.

Ye Xiaolin suddenly took action and slapped his palm furiously. The terrifying palm force, mixed with the domineering spiritual power of the "Hunyuan Wuji Sutra", hit Wang Lizhu's chest with a bang.

puff~

Wang Lizhu spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his body flew backwards like a cannonball.

Among the crowd, Wang Liyuan flew up and reached out to catch his sister.

"Concession!"

Ye Xiaolin cupped his hands, turned around, sat down next to Ye Wuwei, and drank the red mulberry spirit wine by himself.

"I'm sorry, I can't beat him!"

Wang Lizhu lay in Wang Liyuan's arms with a pale face, the corners of her mouth were bloodshot, and her beautiful eyes stared at Ye Xiaolin at the table with deep reluctance.

"Sister clan, don't blame yourself, you have done your best."

"The one Ye Xiaolin studied was the Hunyuan Wuji Sutra. His spiritual power is domineering and powerful, and almost no one in the same realm can beat him."

Wang Liyuan offered words of comfort, not wanting his sister to care too much about winning or losing, so as not to affect her Taoist heart.

"This time, my Wang family lost two games in a row. If we lose the third game again, our ancestor's plan will come to nothing.

From now on, my Wang family will have to be oppressed by the three families above, and I feel really unwilling to do so. "

"Recuperate in peace and leave the third game to the clan brother!"

Wang Liyuan said softly and handed over his sister to other Wang disciples.

Immediately, he walked slowly into the arena and his eyes fell on Sichuan Yinlu's body: "Next, it's your turn, right? In the third game, I, Wang Liyuan, will learn the methods of noble spiritual roots!"

"Is it finally Wang Liyuan's turn?"

"I heard that Wang Liyuan is the strongest spiritual root of the Wang family in Yulin. The chances of winning this battle should be great."

"I don't necessarily know that the spiritual root of the Chuanyin Lu family is Lu Shanglin. He is similar in age to Wang Liyuan and has extremely strong talent.

Moreover, the Sichuan Yin Lu family's foundation is far superior to that of the Yulin Wang family, so the mental methods and Taoist skills that Lu Shanglin has cultivated must also be superior to Wang Liyuan's. "

"Sure enough, the foundation of the top three families is too strong. Even if senior Wang Qingshan breaks through the foundation building and wants to lead the Yulin Wang family to become the fourth family in our country, and to be on an equal footing with the three families, it is still a bit reluctant."

"Yes! The Wang family's heritage is there, and there is no one in the younger generation who is too talented. It is indeed a bit reluctant to be on an equal footing with the upper three families!"

During the banquet, representatives of various immortal cultivating families looked at Wang Liyuan in the audience and sighed repeatedly.

The Wang family's two consecutive defeats have left them with no hope of the Wang family's rise.

If this battle is defeated, the Yulin Wang family's plan to become the fourth family of Yue will be completely ruined.

"You are quite courageous. Your brothers and sisters have all been defeated. How dare you challenge my Lu family?"

Lu Shanglin jumped into the field, holding a black-gold short stick in his hand. The short stick was a third-grade yellow-level spiritual weapon, with divine patterns engraved on it, which was extremely gorgeous.

"Gotta give it a try."

"You still want to help your Wang family become the fourth family in Yue? It's better to save your efforts! Your Wang family has no chance!"

"Whether that is possible or not, we will know in the first battle."

Wang Liyuan looked calm. He turned his hand and found a three-foot sword with bright blue light in the storage ring.

"Want to humiliate yourself? I'll help you!"

Lu Shanglin sneered, gripped the short stick tightly, and was the first to launch the offensive.

However, his body just moved.

Wang Liyuan swung his sword, and a light blue sword energy that was several meters long suddenly shot out.

The sword energy was awe-inspiring, with the ultimate killing intent.

When the sword came out, the short stick Lu Shanglin tried to use to resist was instantly cut into two pieces by the terrifying sword energy.

The remaining sword energy hit Lu Shanglin's chest hard, sending him flying away.

"That is......"

"Sword Intent!"

"Wang Liyuan actually understood the meaning of the sword!"