I am a support player in the cultivation world

Lin Fuping became famous in one battle.

When she turned around and counterattacked, many discerning disciples used the photo stone to record it, especially her sword.

The image stone is a common spiritual tool in the world of cultivation. The clarity varies according to different levels, ranges, time, retention length, etc.

Jianfeng

"Zongzhu Peak, Lin Fuping."

Jiang Huai muttered to himself as he looked at the information he had collected about Lin Fuping.

"I didn't expect that there really is a genius who can break through to the middle stage of foundation building in less than two years of training. Even faster than the senior sister."

Jiang Huai thought about the three people from the Zongzhu Peak and couldn't help but sigh at the difference between geniuses and other people.

I am already thirty-six years old. I joined the sect twenty-one years ago and have the third spiritual root qualification. I have cultivated to the late stage of foundation building by killing monsters and completing tasks. If I continue like this, I will be able to break through to the golden elixir before I am fifty.

In the eyes of others, I am already pretty good. But when I meet the three people from the sect master's peak, I am really inferior to all the disciples in the sect.

Senior Sister Bai Banxia, ​​20 years old, with ice-type spiritual roots. It is said that she was picked up by the sect master from outside. She entered Taoism at the age of six, established her foundation at the age of nine, and reached the golden elixir at the age of fourteen. Now she is about to form a baby.

Senior Brother Qin Ju, Fire Spiritual Root, 18 years old. The second son of the aristocratic Qin family. Entered Taoism at the age of 6, built foundation at the age of 10, and reached Golden Core at the age of 15. He is now in the middle stage of Golden Core. He will definitely break through to Nascent Soul before the age of 25.

Now a little junior sister has come, her talent is not inferior to the previous two. She was at the eighth level of Qi training when she entered the Dao, and she broke through to the middle stage of foundation building at the age of eight. Look at the photo stones sold by other disciples. She is skilled in fighting, has a good grasp of the situation.

"Moreover, that sword technique... has never been seen in the Exchange Building or the Transmission Pavilion."

Jiang Huai recalled the sword that Lin Fuping had used in the stone. The sword light was like a rainbow, and the sword energy was sharp. It was definitely not an ordinary sword technique.

This one in his hand is the lowest yellow-level image stone used by outer disciples to do business. Even if the time is short and the clarity is not high, you can still see that amazing sword.

"It seems that it is better to make friends with Lin Fuping than to make enemies with him."

Jiang Huai took into account Lin Fuping's talent, status, and relationship with Senior Brother and Senior Brother Qin Ju, and decided to make friends with Lin Fuping.

...

It seems that there are many people who leave their shadow stones, especially those in the middle and late stages of foundation building. Some people want to make friends with her, but some people don't like her.

"It's just a fancy flower stand."

Wang Tianbao crushed the photo stone with a gloomy expression.

"It's better not to meet me, otherwise... humph."

After the competition, Lin Fuping returned to the Sect Master Peak to prepare for tomorrow's competition.

There are many disciples in the Sword Sect, and they can hold a competition every day, so the rotation is very fast.

According to current speculation, if I win four more games, I will be able to enter the top 50.

Only one tenth of the spiritual power was used to defeat Zhou Tian today. It seems that the place in the Qinghui Secret Realm should be secure.

The people he had practiced with before were either his senior sister or his second senior brother.

The eldest sister is the leader among this generation of disciples in the sect, and the second brother is also the best among this generation of disciples.

I didn't take their status seriously before, which made me very nervous before going on stage, fearing that I would lose and bring shame to my master.

After the fight, Lin Fuping felt calm.

The next day

Lin Fuping came on stage again, and this time there were more people surrounding her on the stage.

"Bing Zhuque, Lin Fuping, Bai Lai."

According to the information obtained before he came on stage, this Bai Lai was a disciple of the inner sect Qifeng, in the middle stage of foundation building, and was good at using a long-handled hammer.

The long-handled hammer can be used to forge impurities in objects and can also be used as a weapon.

The long-handled hammer is heavy, so it has a strong striking force. It can be used to rinse, pull, hang, smash, frame, cloud, and cover.

Many weapon refiners' life weapons are hammer-shaped. Weapon refiners focus more on physical training, so their strength and attack power are relatively large.

But now that he's strong, his speed...

Lin Fuping had already determined the battle plan when he received the information from Bai Lai.

Bai Lai on the other side was feeling a little upset.

"I've never heard of this Lin Fuping before. I can't tell anything from the stone just by looking at it."

Bai Lai had also collected information about Lin Fuping, but since she joined the sect, she had rarely been outside, so the sect disciples didn't know much about her. As for the battle yesterday, most of the disciples who were not Jianfeng could only see the brilliant sword, but didn't see anything else.

So now Bai Lai only knew that Lin Fuping was a sword cultivator, and a relatively fast one at that.

As a weapon refiner, he paid special attention to the enemy's speed during the battle. After all, this was his shortcoming.

After the two men came on stage, they greeted each other.

After the referee announced the start, neither of them attacked the other, but stayed in their original positions tacitly.

Lin Fuping stood with a sword in hand, looking at Bai Lai who was holding a long-handled hammer diagonally across from him in front of his chest.

In this way, the two of them looked at each other for more than an incense stick of time.

The people in the audience kept complaining.

"Are you going to fight or not?"

"Let's go to other arenas."

"They have been standing here for about 25 minutes." (Half an hour)

There was a lot of discussion in the audience, but the stage turned a deaf ear to it.

Because I really can't hear it.

In order to prevent other disciples from reminding him, the formation on the ring was activated after the referee shouted "start". It can block external sounds and attacks below the Nascent Soul stage. This is also for the fairness of the competition.

Bai Lai's eyes are sore from all the work, and it's very tiring to be on full alert all the time.

I originally thought that the person in front of me was a child, even if he was smart, he would still have some insufficiency in character and endurance.

So I waited for her to make the first move, but unexpectedly, she was even more ruthless than me.

Is this still the swordsman who would start fighting at the slightest disagreement? (?*0*)?

Bai Lai was a little tired, and squinted his eyes slightly, but Lin Fuping, who had been staring at him intently, saw it.

opportunity

With a sword out, combined with the light cloud body movement and the passive Chang Ge Xing, he appeared in front of Bai Lai in the blink of an eye.

Before Bai Lai could react, the sword was pressed against his Adam's apple and blood came out.

There was an uproar all around.

Lin Fuping looked at him without saying anything, and Bai Lai knew that he had lost. He had no choice but to admit defeat.

"Bing Zhuque, the winner is Lin Fuping."

Lin Fuping is about to step down

"Daoyou, can you add some spiritual energy?"

Bai Lai called her over and wanted to add her as a friend. After all, this was the first time he lost so quickly.

Lin Fuping thought for a moment, took out the sound transmission jade tube and added the friend. However, he never spoke, and turned around and left after adding the friend. Others who wanted to approach him were helpless.

Therefore, the information about Lin Fuping outside included that he was extremely fast and aloof.

Lin Fuping returned to the cave and could no longer hold it in. She fell on the bed, holding her face and crying in pain.

"Shh, you bit me too hard. It still hurts now."

On the stage, Lin Fuping used Chang Ge Xing to speed up. Otherwise, how could Qing Yun resolve the battle so quickly?

The Long Song needs to be triggered by getting hurt. After the first experiment, Lin Fuping was thinking about how to trigger it without anyone noticing. After thinking about it, he thought of biting the tongue. It is secretive and safe. And the strength is controlled by oneself.

It turns out that this works. But the tongue has too many pain-sensing nerves, and it hurts like hell. I've screwed myself again.

Lin Fuping felt like crying but had no tears.

"Next time, just bite the meat on your face."

In the next two days, Lin Fuping fought against Zhou Lailai, a Danfeng disciple in the middle stage of foundation building, and Li Shuer, a Jianfeng disciple.

The former was not strong enough to fight, and was just here to see the world. So after two moves, he realized that he had no chance of winning and readily admitted defeat.

The latter came from Jianfeng and was a strong opponent. This battle took Lin Fuping the longest time and used the most spiritual power. In the end, he won the game by relying on his body movements and spiritual energy reserves far exceeding those of ordinary people.

After this battle, Lin Fuping entered the top 100.

If you win one more game, you can enter the top 50 and get a place in the Qinghui Secret Realm.

Because the top 50 competition is of utmost importance, the disciples will draw tomorrow's opponents after finishing the previous battle.

And Lin Fuping extracted:

Inner sect master Fu Feng, Wang Tianbao.