Step through fairy dust

On the ninth day of the Yunmeng Sect Outer Peak Disciple Ranking Competition, that is, the last day, there were three competitions in total. The first competition was between Shen Canglang and Wei Junze, the second competition was between Meng Kunlun and Jiang Bixin, and the final competition In one game, the winners of the previous two games will face off.The sun was shining, and the competition between Meng Kunlun and Jiang Bixin began.

Among the crowd near the competition venue, Shen Canglang looked at Meng Kunlun and Jiang Bixin who were standing in the center.No matter who the final winner of this competition is, he must fight with one of them.

The difference from the previous rounds is that as soon as these outer peak disciples came to the competition venue, they saw more than a dozen Eight Immortal chairs neatly placed beside the competition venue, and the senior uncles and elders from the inner peak sat on them. .

This is also the usual practice. On the last day of the outer peak competition, the uncle of the inner peak will come to visit. If there is a good seedling that he likes, that person can enter the inner peak without getting the first place in the competition.It's just that this kind of situation is extremely rare. After all, these Neifeng master uncles are all high-level monks, and they haven't seen anyone with good talent and high aptitude in Neifeng?It's like getting used to eating spiritual fruits in the cultivation world full of aura, so why would you be interested in the mortal fruits in the mortal world?

But even so, there are still many outer peak disciples who try to stand out, maybe they will be able to enter the inner peak and ascend to the sky.

Especially when they saw the five inner peak masters sitting at the front, those outer peak disciples couldn't suppress their excitement. They couldn't wait to go up and perform and see if there would be a peak master who thought they had clear bones. Qi income from the inner peak...Of course, these are just lusts in their hearts. If they really have any talent, they should be standing in the center of the competition field instead of standing in the crowd.

But no matter how excited they were, the five peak masters sat on the chairs of the Eight Immortals all the time, without looking sideways, and didn't even give them a single glance.

Shen Canglang once again felt the bewilderment of the characters in his pen appearing in front of his eyes. Obviously in his pen, he was just a character in his hands, but at this time he was a distant character that no matter how hard he tried, he could not match him.

Those people are the peak masters of the five inner peaks of the Yunmeng Sect, the most peak figures in the Yunmeng Sect, and he is just a small disciple of the outer peak of the Yunmeng Sect.

Shen Canglang's eyes lingered on them for quite a while, and then slowly moved away to look at Meng Kunlun who was standing in the center of the competition field.

Meng Kunlun's current appearance has changed a lot compared to when he was fighting with Pang Hu. His whole temperament seems to have changed completely. His brows have become more determined, his expression is calm, and the corners of his mouth are slightly pursed. The only thing that remains unchanged is his Those dark eyes, like ink, are always like an ancient well without waves and ripples, but there is an inexplicable stream of light flowing from time to time.

The current Meng Kunlun and the Meng Kunlun a year ago are even more different, like a piece of rough jade, which has been slowly carved into a peerless piece of jade by the years, gradually carving out the edges and corners of madness.

Shen Canglang looked at Jiang Bixin who was opposite Meng Kunlun again. Jiang Bixin was also twelve or thirteen years old, but her temperament was very cold and arrogant, and the innocence of a cardamom girl could not be seen between her eyebrows and eyes, unlike Liu Shuangshuang. She was very concerned about her own attire, Jiang Bixin's hair was only casually tied behind her head with a hair tie, just like all male monks.

Jiang Bixin held Qingshuang in her hand and stood proudly at one end of the competition field, looking coldly at Meng Kunlun opposite her.

Meng Kunlun's wooden sword had already been broken in the fight with Pang Hu, so Jiang Bixin's expression was very cold when he saw the old wooden sword in Meng Kunlun's hand.

She looked at Meng Kunlun coldly and said, "You look down on me?" Every cultivator can have many magic weapons, but each practitioner can only have one natal magic weapon, and the natal magic weapon of a sword cultivator is naturally The sword is gone, and Jiang Bixin is a sword cultivator. Although she has not yet comprehended the meaning of the sword, she has determined to become a sword cultivator, and the Light Frost Sword in her hand is her natal magic weapon.All sword repairers cherish their swords very much, and Jiang Bixin is no exception, so when she saw Meng Kunlun casually holding a dilapidated wooden sword to deal with, she was extremely angry.

Meng Kunlun clenched the dilapidated wooden sword in his hand, looked at Jiang Bixin indifferently, but did not answer.There are not many spiritual stones available to these outer peak disciples, not to mention that he stayed in the hundred medicine garden with the least oil and water.In the five years since he first joined Yunmeng Sect, in order to improve his cultivation, he used all his spirit stones to buy Qi Refining Pills and various auxiliary spirit planting medicines. Although it didn't work at all, his white spirit stones It still flowed away.

By chance, after taking the Phoenix Mingyan Hua Nei Dan, although his cultivation base has greatly increased, his foundation is not stable after all. After that, the spirit stones have also bought medicines and various exercises to stabilize the mood. How much money to buy a magic weapon?

Of course, the most important thing is... In a small place like Waifeng, the magic weapons and artifacts that can be bought are not very good things, and he doesn't want to settle for it.

Seeing the rare angry expression on Jiang Bixin's face, Shen Canglang frowned.It's not that he doesn't want to help Meng Kunlun get a good sword, but he really has no way to start. Except for the dead wood sword, all the other weapons in Xumijie are high-level magic weapons. It was useless to be watched.He also once offered to borrow some spirit stones from Meng Kunlun to buy a better sword at the Treasure Pavilion in Waifeng, but Meng Kunlun sternly refused.

However, he also knew that the best sword in the Waifeng Treasure Pavilion was only a low-grade magic weapon of the third rank, so it was no wonder that Meng Kunlun didn't like it.

Of course, before a cultivator chooses his own talisman, all other talismans are just weapons to them, and he can just choose the one he can handle, but the natal talisman is different. It is bound for a lifetime, and life and death go hand in hand, so things like choosing a talisman must be extremely cautious.In the novel, Meng Kunlun has no strengths or talents. If there is anything outstanding about him, then apart from chance encounters, it is his attitude of taking everything very seriously.Meng Kunlun, on the other hand, takes the matter of choosing a natal magic weapon very seriously. Before choosing the natal magic weapon that will accompany him for a lifetime, other magic weapons are generally the same as him. The third-level sword and the first-level sword are different for him There is no difference.

However, Shen Canglang's understanding of Meng Kunlun does not mean that Jiang Bixin understands Meng Kunlun. This lonely woman who is extremely talented in cultivation and has a high level of comprehension looks at Meng Kunlun coldly, thinking that Meng Kunlun took a broken sword casually. The contempt of strength made her originally indifferent face turn colder, like frost in a cage.

"You disrespect the sword!"

Meng Kunlun didn't want to explain, but when Jiang Bixin's face changed, he clenched the sword in his hand.

The battle is imminent.

Jiang Bixin waved the Light Frost Sword towards Meng Kunlun, and a golden light flashed instantly. Jiang Bixin swung the sword casually, but left a terrifying giant mark in the center of the competition field, spreading from her feet to Meng Kunlun. Behind Kunlun, the sharp sword energy rolled the fine stones on the ground into the air, and the stones smashed through the air for a while.

The Light Frost Sword in Jiang Bixin's hand was not even out of its sheath yet, and she was confident that she could knock down the opponent without drawing the sword.Even though Meng Kunlun's cultivation has reached the foundation-building stage, Jiang Bixin guessed that Meng Kunlun must have used some kind of auxiliary elixir for his leapfrog breakthrough. Such rapid advancement must have unstable foundation and dissatisfaction. She is confident that she has cultivated step by step. Yes, it must be much better than those who used heresy ways to advance.

Jiang Bixin originally wanted to knock down the opponent with a single sword like in the first competition, but she miscalculated.

Before the sword qi reached his feet, Meng Kunlun dodged it in an instant with a light body tactic, and the small stones aroused by the sword qi didn't even touch the corner of his clothes.

Seeing this, Jiang Bixin snorted coldly, clenched the sword in her hand, touched the ground with her foot, and stabbed towards Meng Kunlun.

Every time she waved and raised her hand, every move carried a stern sword aura. In just a moment, she made a few big scratches in the center of the competition field, but they didn't even touch the corner of Meng Kunlun's clothes.

Jiang Bixin frowned, her eyes flashed, she slowly raised her hand, and pulled out the Light Frost Sword.

Qingshuang came out of the sheath, and immediately let out a soft moan, and saw a faint golden light emitting from the body of Qingshuang sword, but it was only fleeting, and the next moment it changed into an ordinary sword again.

Jiang Bixin raised his sword and looked at Meng Kunlun who was opposite, and the next moment he walked away on the wind, and the light frost in his hand swung down nine times in an instant.

At this moment, Meng Kunlun drew his sword and swung it towards Jiang Bixin.

During this competition, his expression has been extremely indifferent, and his gestures and gestures are also very normal. He seems not to be affected by the five inner peak masters watching from the side...or he seems to have not seen the five inner peak masters over there at all. Master Feng, it seems that there is nothing in his eyes.

The sword in his hand seemed to be just a random wave, without the dazzling golden light of Qingshuang sword, without huge sword gas scratches, just like a breeze blowing, and like flowing water, with a light wave, an instant It melted Jiang Bixin's nine sword lights.

Seeing this, Jiang Bixin's face turned cold, and he raised the Light Frost Sword again, stabbing towards Meng Kunlun awe-inspiringly.

Shen Canglang looked at the two people who were in full swing on the court, and finally felt that Meng Kunlun had really changed.

In the novel, Meng Kunlun broke through to the foundation building stage in the battle with Pang Hu, but in the contest with Jiang Bixin, he lost to Jiang Bixin.In the outer peak of Yunmengzong, apart from the only warmth of Liu Shuangshuang, several encounters with Jiang Bixin, because the same encounters between the two also caused waves of ripples in the heart of Meng Kunlun's young man. At the last moment of the fight, Meng Kunlun lost to Jiang Bixin because he couldn't bear it.

But for the current Meng Kunlun, Shen Canglang believed that he would never lose to Jiang Bixin!

As he expected, Jiang Bixin's dozen or so moves were neutralized one by one by Meng Kunlun. Meng Kunlun's sword gently melted away all the awe-inspiring sword light like a gust of wind.

In the end, Jiang Bixin bit her lip, held the sword in both hands, closed her eyes, and opened her eyes again, a dazzling golden light instantly radiated from the Qingshuang sword, so dazzling that it seemed to burn people's eyes. Swipe down hard.

Shen Canglang's heart skipped a beat, and Jiang Bixin unexpectedly resorted to a move of burning jade and stone together... It seems that she would rather have the jade broken than the whole tile!

When the sword light fell, sand and rocks flew away immediately, covering the sky and the sun. When everyone opened their eyes again, there was no end to the place where the golden light permeated.

As for the two in the center of the competition field, Jiang Bixin supported the ground with light frost in her hand, squatting with one foot and kneeling with the other. Even if she had no strength to stand up, she would not allow herself to fall down.

She stretched out a hand to wipe away the blood from the corner of her lips, but the next moment she violently coughed up a mouthful of blood.

That sword move exhausted all her spiritual power, she is now at the end of her strength, and now she is just holding on with one breath and not falling down.

And her opponent...

The smoke dissipated, and finally another person appeared in the center of the competition field.

Meng Kunlun stood intact, straight as a bamboo, his brows were determined, his eyes were like ink, and the corners of his lips were lightly pursed.

His hand still maintained the posture of swinging the sword forward to resist, but the already tattered sword was broken long ago by Jiang Bixin's slap in the face just now, leaving only the hilt in Meng Kunlun's hand That part is all.

However, compared to Jiang Bixin who was in a state of embarrassment, Meng Kunlun didn't even have any creases on the corners of his clothes, and there wasn't even a trace of sword light scuffing on the washed white clothes.

Who wins and who loses has already seen the difference.

Meng Kunlun looked at the disbelieving Jiang Bixin on the opposite side, and said flatly, "You are disrespectful to the sword."

Jiang Bi was too impatient, and she drew her sword not long after the start of the competition.

She shouldn't have drawn her sword so quickly, but she was too impatient... probably because of the presence of the five inner peak masters of Yunmengzong, even Jiang Bixin, who is aloof and arrogant, would have the persistence to enter the inner peak heart of.

Who is disrespectful to the sword?