Professional Red Thread Cutting [Quick Transmigration]

Immortal An Yang ate the top one of the bunch of candied haws, and put away the others, intending to take them back to give his nephew a taste or two, and it was considered shared: "Where did you meet the demon cultivator this time?"

"Xuzhou." Shen Chun said, "It's one of Demon Venerable Chiming's subordinates. I have notified Di Cangxianmen to deal with this matter. The demon cultivator has crossed the line."

"It's been so easy to get peace for a few years, the demon cultivator is restless after all." An Yang said, "If you kill his subordinates, the target is considered right."

"It's okay." Shen Chun smiled.

"Of course they don't dare to touch you, but in the future, you little apprentice must be careful." An Yang said, "What Moxiu likes to do most is to pick on people's weaknesses."

Jian Chen didn't have it in the past, but now he has it. The difference between the righteous way and the evil way is that it is always easy to be manipulated on this point.

"It's okay." Shen Chun's hand rested on the little guy's head.

Zhong Libai raised his head and said, "Will the demon cultivator use me to target immortals?"

"Can you understand?" Master An Yang looked at him and said.

"En." Zhong Libai nodded, and continued to ask, "Will Ah Bai become the weakness of the immortal?"

"No." Shen Chun patted his head and said, "Ah Bai will never be a weakness."

Zhong Libai pursed his lips and nodded heavily: "Yes."

He seemed to be relieved by this, and lowered his head to continue thinking about his candied haws. Master An Yang shrugged his shoulders lightly, and stretched out his hand when he watched the little guy bite the hawthorn: "Hey."

In the next moment, the corners of the child's eyes and brows were really wrinkled, and tears burst out from the end of his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Shen Chun looked at the wrinkled face and asked knowingly.

"Sour..." Zhong Libai wiped the teardrops from the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand, but even though his face was flushed, he was unwilling to let go of the bunch of candied haws.

Children have small mouths, so they can’t bite off a fruit in one bite. The little guy doesn’t like the icing on his face, so he bites off the outer sugar skin first, leaving only the fruit inside. The taste of this bite is absolutely sour Cool.

Shen Chun took the veil and handed it to his lips and said, "Spit out the acid."

The little guy barely opened his eyes, even though there were still tears in his eyes, he shook his head and said, "No."

"Be obedient." Shen Chun said.

The little guy looked at the handkerchief and hesitated for a moment, chewed it twice, frowned and said, "It's gone."

Shen Chun slightly raised his eyebrows.

Seeing this scene, Master An Yang couldn't help laughing, shook his head and said, "Naturally well-behaved, naturally well-behaved..."

"It's cute." Shen Chun wiped the tears from the corners of the little guy's eyes, pulled out the hawthorn that had been sucked out of sugar, and bounced it directly into the flowers and grass soil.

"Uh." Zhong Libai looked up at him.

"If you don't want to eat the fruit, you can just lick the sugar skin on the outside. If you want to eat it, you need to wrap it in icing sugar and eat it together." Shen Chun pinched the small face and said, "The only way it won't be sour."

"Yes." The little guy continued to fight with the candied haws, but this time he was smarter than before. Although his face was puffed up, he no longer shed tears like before.

"You are patient." An Yang said with a smile. If he saw that the child was disobedient, he would just want to beat him up, which might make his nephew more and more skinny.

[Host, didn't you notice eating hawthorn in vain before? ] 521 asked.

It doesn't make sense that real An Yang noticed it, but the host didn't.

【Abaican's tears are so cute. 】Shen Chun pinched the face of the little guy who was eating seriously.

Zhong Libai looked up at him, then continued to lower his head to carefully analyze how to wrap the fruit with icing.

521: […]

Some people are really too much, even the children are not spared, and it is too difficult to grow up under the host's hands in vain.

……

The matter in Xuzhou can be big or small in terms of Tianzhu Jianzong, the big one is that the demon cultivator invaded the righteous territory, if the real person Jian Chen didn't happen to pass by, the people in the whole state might be wiped out, and the small one is the earth's immortals Things within the scope of the gate, follow-up things will not affect Tianzhu Sword Sect, but there is always a reason for the demon cultivator's invasion, and the defenses in various places have been strengthened, guessing what the demon cultivator intends to do.

At the same time, Shen Chun's reputation has also reached the peak of the sky.

"Master Jian Chen is really powerful. He protects a state with his own power, otherwise Xuzhou will be completely destroyed."

"As expected of the No. 1 Righteous Way."

"If you can worship Tianzhu Sword Sect, it would be great if you can meet him once or twice."

"It's a pity that I don't practice swordsmanship."

In the Demon Realm, the devilish energy is rampant, and the blood river is rolling like magma, and the strong bloody smell fills the place.

The blood-colored water mirror unfolded, and the man on the opposite side was dressed in pitch black, but his face was soothing and handsome.

"None of the people I sent on this trip returned, and Jian Chen is a serious problem." Demon Venerable Chi Ming said, "If we can't get rid of him while he is still in the early stage of transformation, we will both be his ghosts in the future. "

"Let's not talk about strength or not. Xuzhou is more than one continent away from Tianzhu Sword Sect. The important thing is whether he found the whereabouts of Shanhaitu when he went to Xuzhou." The man in black speculated.

"If Zhengdao finds this thing, something bad will happen," said Demon Venerable Scarlet Darkness.

"No, I just want them to find out." The man in black smiled, his eyes darkened, "You Chiming sent so many things that people didn't get, so naturally they can't be lost."

If you don't lose it, someone will take it. When the snipe and the clam compete, the fisherman will benefit. Naturally, the winner will be the fisherman.

"The righteous way is not that everyone's brains are flooded." Red Demon Venerable said, "How can you not see through such an obvious sowing of dissension?"

"Then say it to those who enter the water, catch the wind and catch the shadow, accumulate over time, and finally when you are centrifuged, it will be the time for you and me to reap the benefits." The man in black laughed.

"Hahaha, Brother Feng Luo is right." Scarlet Nether Demon Venerable also laughed.

……

In order to express their gratitude, when the congratulatory gift was delivered to Jian Chenfeng, Shen Chun was holding the little guy's hand and teaching him calligraphy. The kid obviously has roots, but his hand bones used to be soft, and now he can hold the pen firmly.

Zhong Libai held his breath and looked at the writing on the paper. When he glanced slightly, the immortal in his embrace flicked his forehead and said, "Concentrate."

He quickly calmed down, but a blush appeared on his cheeks: "Yes."

The direction of the strokes, the child breathed a sigh of relief when the last stroke was settled, looked at the handwriting on the paper and said: "What the immortal writes is different from usual."

Not chic and elegant, but very correct.

"If you practice calligraphy at the beginning, if you are flying like a dragon, it will be difficult to correct it later." Shen Chun said with a bow, "Practicing calligraphy is the same as practicing cultivation. Only by laying a solid foundation can you develop freely. Don't rush for success, otherwise it will be very easy to be nondescript, and everything will be difficult to achieve."

"Yes." Zhongli Bai nodded obediently.

"Then practice according to yourself." Shen Chun let go of his little hand and said.

Zhong Libai wrote like that while holding the pen, but when he was holding the pen, he wrote really well. Once he wrote it himself, whether it was light or heavy, he seemed to lose his structure.

Shen Chun watched from the side. Although the little guy's writing was not very good, the basic essence of what he said was still reflected in it. Even if he failed once, there was a kind of tenacity in his bones to succeed.

just a little.

Shen Chun supported his head, which was almost pasted on the paper: "Since it is to practice calligraphy, the sitting posture should be correct."

"Yes." The little guy straightened his back with blushing cheeks, and his handwriting began to scribble uncontrollably again.

"The real person." Lin Qing stood still in front of the door so as not to disturb the inside.

Shen Chun got up, looked at the little guy's raised head at the same time and said: "Concentrate."

"Yes." Zhong Libai turned his head, but the ink under his pen was accidentally heavy.

"What's the matter?" Shen Chun asked at the door.

"Di Cang Xianmen sent a thank you gift, saying that it is for Xuzhou's affairs, and the suzerain will send it to you directly." Lin Qing offered a storage ring and said.

"Di Cang Xianmen has a heart. Shen Chun took the storage ring and said, "You go to the Soul Lamp Hall to get a piece of Mo Yuling. "

Lin Qing asked subconsciously: "The real person is going to accept apprentices? Lin Qing is talkative, so don't blame the real person."

"Well, after accepting apprentices, I will report my qualifications to the sect." Shen Chun said.

"Yes." Lin Qing glanced at the child who was practicing calligraphy in the hall, then turned and left.

First there is Bai Yuguo, and then there is Mo Yuling. If Bai Yuguo cannot prove that Master Jian Chen wants to accept disciples, Mo Yuling will have no way to refute.

If Tianzhu Xianzong accepts disciples, he must report to the sect. Named disciples use white jade, and personal disciples use black jade.

The black jade is divided into two pieces, the master and the apprentice will infuse true energy and drip into the blood respectively. One piece will be sent to the soul lamp hall to light the soul lamp and put on the master's body, so as to prevent the disciple from encountering accidents outside, and the other part will be kept on the disciple's body to prove identity.

This incident was widely rumored, and the children at the top of Jianchen Peak who didn't know about it were still moving their swords.

He is not tall enough, even if he barely lifts the long sword, there is always a part of it that drags the ground.

If he wanted to lift it up completely, the child could lie directly on the ground. He held the sword forward and put his face against it. He could only stand upright the sword and look up to see the hilt.

Facts have proved that Jian Chenjian is taller than him.

The sword stood still, and the child bent down and pulled it out again, and finally carried it on his shoulder, staggered back and forth twice, and sat on the ground again.

He took a deep breath, turned over and got up from the ground, clapped his hands obviously intending to continue.

"Ah Bai, come here." Shen Chun looked at it for a moment and called out.

"Yes." When the child saw him, he ran towards him with beads of sweat on his brow, "Immortal."

"This thing will belong to you from today on." Shen Chun knelt down and handed over a Moyu Token.

The child used Qingchen Jue inexperiencedly and then said, "Immortal, what is this?"

"Personally hand down the disciple's order." Shen Chun looked at the suddenly widening eyes and smiled.

Zhong Libai held the jade order in both hands, and was a little lost in thought for a moment: "Personal disciple?"

"Yes." Shen Chun smiled.

"Does the immortal want to accept me as an apprentice?" the child asked again in disbelief.

"Yes." Shen Chun smiled, "But there is still one last step left, hand."

Zhong Libai handed over his small hand, and Shen Chun stroked it lightly, blood fell on the two jade tokens, and the aura was faintly connected.

"Young master." Lin Qing brought the tea and served it beside him and said, "The apprentice wants to serve the tea."

Zhong Libai held the jade token and carried it to his chest, stuffed it into a bulging ball, then took the teacup and brought it to Shen Chun, saying: "Immortal, drink tea."

"Ah Bai, call me Shizun." Shen Chun sat on the steps and said.

The little guy was stunned for a moment, pursed his lower lip, and his tone was full of soft joy: "Master, drink tea!"

Shen Chun took a sip, and when the tea cup was put down, the child in front of him had already knelt down.

Personal disciples have to kowtow three times and bow nine times to complete the etiquette.

The little child was full of joy, and knocked quite hard, until the last knock was completed, Shen Chun put the teacup aside, brushed his fingers across his forehead and said, "Doesn't it hurt?"

"Master, it doesn't hurt." Zhong Libai looked up at him and said.

The immortal will be his master in the future.

"Forget it, as long as you're happy." Shen Chun looked into those bright eyes, patted his head and said.

"Yes, Master." The little child was full of attachment.

Only then can he stay in Jian Chenfeng in a legitimate manner, and he is no longer afraid of being abandoned.

"Good." Shen Chun smiled.

A black jade token is enough to keep the little guy happy for a long time, not only in his arms during practice, but also in his arms when sleeping.

Shen Chun tried to twitch, and the sleeping little guy kicked a bit, hugging Yu Ling even tighter, still muttering: "Master..."

"I am the master." Shen Chun let go of Yu Ling, and pinched that small nose.

The child turned over and groped subconsciously with his fingers, until he touched something and hugged it again before calming down.

Shen Chun helped him pull up the brocade quilt, got up and went to the Soul Lamp Hall.

The night was full of stars, and as soon as Shen Chun settled down, there were spiritual probes in the Soul Lamp Hall, and when it was confirmed that it was harmless, a voice came out: "What's the matter with Master Jian Chen?"

"Come and record the disciple's information." Shen Chun stepped in and said.

Mo Yuling floated in the air, and Shen Chun used his hand to write down the message of the little apprentice.

The bone age has passed six years, the mutated ice spirit root, three levels of Qi training...

The message was engraved inside, and Mo Yu Ling flew to a corner of the hall, lighting up the soul lamp there.

"The mutated ice spirit root, Master Jian Chen has a very good vision." Mo Yuling returned it with a storage ring, "This is a gift for the old."

"Thank you, senior." Shen Chun took the two items, saluted and left.

According to the records of the Soul Lamp Hall, the matter of accepting apprentices is a certainty.

The things recorded by the soul lamp are not known to everyone, but the story of the mutated ice spirit root has been widely circulated, which has calmed down some grievances.

"The mutated ice spirit root is such a genius, it's no wonder that even Master Jian Chen couldn't resist accepting him as an apprentice."

"A single spiritual root is already rare, not to mention the ice spiritual root that is very suitable for the way of swordsmanship. It has been counted in the entire cultivation world. It is just one example."

"If you want to worship Jian Chenfeng, you must have a single spiritual root."

"With such outstanding talent and real Jian Chen's personal guidance, the road will definitely be smooth."

"The arm should be straight." Shen Chun raised the slightly drooping arm with his hand and said, "Hold it for a moment, if it moves, add another moment."

"Yes." Zhong Libai clenched his teeth while watching the tip of the sword, not relaxing even though his arms were trembling slightly.

By the end of the moment, her face was flushed and she was sweating profusely.

"Take a short break before continuing." Shen Chun looked at the little man who was taking a deep breath and said.

"Yes, Master." Zhong Libai responded with his sword in his arms.

The sword in his hand is much shorter than the Jian Chen sword, but it weighs more than ten catties. Even with the spirit energy, such training is quite strenuous.

521 thought it was a smooth journey. The host usually dotes on the children, and when it comes to training, he directly turns into a devil, so little Abai has no complaints at all, and even if the sweat drips in his eyes, he doesn't wipe it.

"Swords don't need much tricks, and the variety of skills is just used to cheat. Simplicity is the most important. If you can master it well, one blow is enough to kill you." Shen Chun looked at the child practicing the sword and said.

From the initial fixed move to the continuous move, his A Bai is willing to endure hardships, but also very obedient, and he learns very quickly.

In the previous world, he seemed to have seen him sweat profusely in a certain corner, practicing sword hard, but at that time he probably treated him like Lin Qing, and he would point out a thing or two when he saw it, and the rest was up to him.

Now I can teach slowly.

The sword is like light, and the wind blows when it dances.

"If you want to create sword intent, you need to know which way you want to go. The way is determined, and the sword intent is determined."

The spiritual energy in the body was exhausted, and it was time to raise the long sword again after the meditation and breathing adjustment recovered.

Daily hard work without falling, coupled with the feeding of countless natural materials and earthly treasures, Zhong Libai's cultivation base can be said to have risen with the tide.

"This breakthrough can catch up with Zongmen Xiaobi." When Master An Yang heard the news, he brought An Le over to watch.

In the past five years, neither his appearance nor his temperament had changed at all, but his mischievous nephew had grown into a teenager, but his bones were thicker and he looked extremely strong.

"It's good to sharpen after the breakthrough." Shen Chun looked at the gathered clouds and said.

There will be no thunder in the foundation building period, but there will always be astronomical phenomena to see how it accumulates.

The clouds rolled and stretched all over, and there was a faint purple light rolling beside it.

Immortal An Yang wanted to complain that there is no such thing as a child, but Guan Nayun took a deep breath: "The accumulation is really strong."

The cloud with purple light is a sign that the strength is overwhelming, the spiritual energy is pure, the road is open, and the love of heaven and earth is obtained.

To be able to train to such a degree in five years is not only terrifying for the master, but also for the apprentices.

The clouds rolled, and the aura gathered at the top of the peak, heading towards the closed room, the breath was emptied, and gathered again in a breath.

"Even if you have made a breakthrough, I'm afraid you won't be able to defeat little Abai." An Yang pressed his nephew's head and said.

"Can't you press it elsewhere?" An Le turned to look at him, with "happy" written all over her face.

"No." An Yang patted his head and said, "Learn your experience, little brat."

An Le rubbed his hand, took a few steps away from him, and continued to look at the place where the spiritual energy was swallowed.

This retreat lasted for one month. During the one-month period, the clouds were slightly closed, the purple light on them twisted slightly, and the surrounding aura condensed like rain and dew. A clear blue sky.

The foundation period is complete.

Breathing out the turbid air, the door of the palace opened, and a tall and straight young man like pine and bamboo stepped out of it. Looking at the courtyard, there was a sense of admiration in it when the frame was fixed, and the originally steady pace unconsciously quickened two points, and he cupped his hands and said: "Master, this disciple has lived up to his high expectations, and has broken through to the foundation-building stage."

"Excellent job." Shen Chun handed him a storage ring and said, "Congratulations on breaking through the ceremony of foundation establishment."

"Thank you, Master." Zhong Libai took it with both hands, bowed again, looked at his uncle and nephew, and also bowed and said, "Good morning, Master An Yang, and senior brother An Le."

Master An Yang doesn't see him very often. After all, apart from teaching his disciples, he also travels and seeks opportunities. Every time he sees him, he has a different feeling.

The cold little face he had when he was a child was gone, but he was also seduced by his master.

"This is a congratulatory gift." Real An Yang also handed over a storage ring and said.

"Thank you, Master." Zhong Libai accepted it unceremoniously.

According to Master's words, others will accept what others give, if he does not accept, the gift from Master will be given away for nothing.

"Little Abai, what is the sect Xiaobi going to win this time?" Master An Yang said with a smile.

Zhong Libai said seriously: "I can't let Master lose face."

"Oh?" Daoist An Yang hissed, "Your master has never been defeated, and he has always been the first."

Zhong Libai looked at the master sitting there. He knew the achievements of the master. The longer he practiced, the more he knew how powerful the master was. ..."

"Just click and finish." Shen Chun twirled his teacup with a chuckle, "Don't hurt others for ranking."

"Yes." Zhongli Bai replied.

Immortal An Yang looked at Shen Chun and said: "You are so confident, there are quite a few late-stage foundation-builders in this competition."

"When I was still in the Nascent Soul Stage, Brother An Yang also ran away." Shen Chun laughed.

Real An Yang: "..."

not human!

The Zongmen Xiaobi is a comparison between the foundation-building period and the bigu period. The foundation-building period is within 50 years old, and the bigu period is limited to a hundred years old. It is not only for selection, but also for sharpening, and it is also for distribution of resources according to ranking.

The small competition is held every three years, and this year is still very popular, the number of applicants is several times that of the past, because of one incident, Jian Chen's first apprentice breaks through to the foundation building stage, and wants to participate in this small competition.

The place of Xiaobi is a valley among the mountain peaks, this place was originally a competition platform, and now it is directly requisitioned, a few days before the competition, many people gathered there to adjust their breath and sit quietly.

"This time, the suzerain's daughter will also participate."

"Senior Brother Zhou Xuan from Liao Jianfeng has rushed back just for this little competition."

"Even Senior Brother Zou Du has left the customs early."

"Junior Brother Zhongli doesn't know how strong he is."

"Since it was taught by Daoist Jian Chen, it is naturally superior. Even if you can perform two tricks, you can also get a glimpse of one or two."

There was a lot of voices in the small competition of the sect. The real Yuan Ying who was the host looked at the huge crowd and almost thought it was the time of the big competition of the sect.

When the rules floated in the air with waving sleeves, several powerful auras fell into the valley, and Nascent Soul Daoist saluted one by one: "True Liaojian, Daoist Qianri..."

In the past, the first disciples of the Zongmen Xiaobi also participated in the battle, but most of them were only for sharpening their skills. Since the teacher was there to take care of them, they did not care about the first and second resources of the Zongmen. Most of them were transferred to those who had no teachers. It is also easy to be spotted by the Da Neng sitting here and become a disciple, unlike today, Huashen Da Neng gathers here like cabbages on the side of the road.

The disciples who were staying in the valley couldn't sit still because of the great power of Huashen gathering, "This time there is the great power of Huashen sitting in charge!"

"Isn't Master Jian Chen coming too?"

"It would be good if you can be regarded as a registered disciple by Da Neng."

"Jian Chen is really strong, but his apprentice may not be too. If he really loses, it would be embarrassing."

"Be careful."

In the enchantment that shrouded, a real man in a fire robe glanced at the valley, and said to the young man beside him: "This time, I can't lose this little competition."

"Master, do you have a problem with Master Jian Chen?" the young man asked.

"Didn't you rush back when you heard that Xiaobi had Jian Chen's apprentice participating in the battle?" Huo Pao Dao asked back, "Since you have rushed back, you can't lose."

"Yes, Master." The young man saluted.

"If you beat his apprentice, it proves that his master is nothing more than that." Daoist Huo Pao stroked his sleeves and said.

There is more than one point of exhortation, and the word Jian Chen is actually mentioned. Even if the younger generation admires it too much, it is a bit unpleasant to let the older generation be a master. It is a good thing for apprentices to be competitive, but I always feel that They want to change their master.

Another breath descended, and all the people in the enchantment stood up and saluted one after another: "Sect Master."

"You don't need to be too polite." Sect Master Tianzhu came to a place in the valley and said, "This time it is not for the public, but for the little girl to join the battle."

He was over middle-aged, but the woman standing next to him was only twenty-eight years old, dressed in pink and pretty, slim and graceful: "Meet all the elders."

"Sure enough, the suzerain's daughter has also come."

"Can I really be shortlisted this time?"

The valley is noisy, and everyone is talking about it, only two people are waiting.

The sword light flashed in the distance, and everyone who looked at them stood up: "Master Jian Chen is here!"

The powerful people who were sitting quietly in the enchantment also looked at it one after another, until the sword shadow fell in the valley, the sword light dispersed, and everyone looked forward to it: "Master Jian Chen."

"Master Jian Chen has indeed come."

"Is that Master Jian Chen's apprentice?"

The sword shadow dissipated, but there were more than two of them. Sensei An Yang felt the gathered eyes and said with a smile: "You guys have waited so long, Mr. An deserves it."

An Le stood beside him, wishing to stay away from him, and kept pushing toward Zhongli Bai.

"Senior Brother An Le, I'm going to fall." Zhong Libai looked at him and said.

"Sorry, sorry." An Le scratched her head, but finally swallowed her anger and stood back.

After saluting, Shen Chun waved his sleeves and sat down with a smile, "You guys have been waiting for a long time."

He was languid and coquettish, but the young man in white standing next to him was serious and unsmiling.

Those with low cultivation levels can't see the depth, but the great masters here can see whether the foundation is deep or not with just a glance.

Da Neng focused his eyes, and when Zhong Libai tensed his back slightly, Shen Chun's spiritual thought moved, and the sword field had already protected the place, blocking those eyes one after another.

"It's better to be cautious, this apprentice Jian Chen is not easy to provoke." Daoist Liao Jian said.

"Don't think that he is easy to bully just because of his low cultivation level." Daoist Qianri sighed, "His aptitude may not be inferior to yours."

Imbued everywhere, Master An Yang said with a smile: "There are quite a few people who want to find fault with your apprentice this time. Liao Jianfeng won the first place last time. I didn't plan to participate, but I just came back to beat your apprentice. And that one, the little guy at Qianri Peak is only a 12-year-old Foundation Establishment, a first-class genius, the suzerain's daughter is in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, and she loves her daughter all the time. She has a lot of resources. I'm not scaring you. I can't beat you with shame, so I must think of the law to bully your apprentice."

"Abai, love comes first, competition comes second, don't hurt your friendship." Shen Chun turned his head and said with a smile.

"Yes, Master, please remember." Zhong Libai cupped his hands.

The rules float in the air, written very clearly, if you lose once, you will be eliminated, even if you are not in a good state, it is your own business, and in terms of cultivation, your cultivation, luck and character are all set once.

"You can't kill, you can't destroy people's foundations, you can use weapons at will, and seniors' true qi and sword intent cannot be used..." Yuanying Daoist, who was sitting in charge, read out the rules again.

Everyone who signed up will get a Jade Token, and the Jade Token will be matched randomly.

The foundation-building period begins first, and young people from all sides drop their weapons on the competition ring one after another. After the two sides salute, they start fighting directly, and the result is that one party admits defeat or falls off the ring.

In the first round of competition, there were quite a lot of people with disparity in strength. The younger generation saw it as exciting, but Yu Da Neng saw it as flawed everywhere.

Shen Chun only observes the people who can enter the follow-up, but An Yang feels a little boring when he is beside him: "It's hard for you to look seriously."

"There are so many loopholes, if Ah Bai loses, he will be punished when he goes back." Shen Chun propped his head on his side and smiled.

Zhong Libai tensed his nerves instantly: "The disciple will not lose."

The punishment of being spanked when I was young must never be repeated.

Immortal An Yang looked at An Le, who widened his eyes in horror: "They are all at the Foundation Establishment Stage!"

"Wait for next time." Master An Yang said.

Such a justifiable reason to beat a child is really good.

The jade order floated from the sky to Sword Domain Clock Li Bai stretched out his hand to catch it, and clapped his hands after confirming the martial arts stage: "Master, the disciple is going first."

"En." Shen Chun responded, and the young man beside him walked with his sword and landed on the competition platform.

When his figure appeared, countless eyes gathered almost instantaneously. Those eyes were either sizing up or curious, because he bore the name of Master Jian Chen's disciple.

Another person fell on the competition stage, Master An Yang clicked his tongue: "The middle stage of foundation establishment."

Zhong Libai couldn't detect the opponent's cultivation, so he knew that his cultivation was superior, he cupped his fists and saluted: "Please advise."

The man also cupped his hands in return: "Please advise."

One side is the disciple of Daoist Jian Chen, and the other side is in the middle stage of foundation establishment that has been settled for a long time. This is only the first battle, and everyone is looking forward to it.

The swords on the stage were already staggered, one side was a silvery white sword, obviously light and agile, the other side was an extremely thick sword, when the silvery white swords were staggered, they pressed down directly, it was not only from the weight of the sword, There is also the civil property of the other party.

The spectators held their breath, but they saw the young man on the stage holding the sword in one hand, and sparks shot out when the blades intersected, ignoring the heavy front that fell, and when someone stood up unconsciously, the silver sword light stopped on the opponent's neck and the epee slammed against his body on the competition platform.

Win or lose has been divided.

The man could feel the sharp edge of the neck, if he didn't admit defeat, his head would be cut off in the next moment: "I admit defeat."

The contest lasted only for a moment, and some of the onlookers hadn't recovered their senses, while others sighed: "You are worthy of being the disciple of Immortal Jian Chen."

It seems that there is only one stage between the early stage and the middle stage of foundation building, but there is a huge difference between the spiritual consciousness and the sea of ​​energy. It is not uncommon to challenge the stepping challenge, but it is difficult to win so easily.

"This kid is learning a killer move." Daoist Ganri looked at the man sitting on the other side of the valley. The man was lazy and kind when he was sitting quietly, but if he made a move, a sword intent was enough to kill him. His apprentice It's really in the same line.

"The foundation is very stable." Daoist Liaojian sighed.

The sword moves are simple, but the killing is decisive, and there is no hesitation in making moves. Even though in his opinion, there is no flaw other than cultivation, once it grows up, it will definitely be another Jian Chen.

"I won't lose." Said the young man on the side.

"It's hard to say, how did that guy teach such an apprentice?" Daoist Liaojian sighed, "He is so young, he can still practice like this!"

"It shows that Jian Chen is a responsible person." Zhou Xuan said with his sword in his arms.

Master Liaojian looked at him and said, "If you want to change master, he won't want you either."

"Humph."

Daoist Liaojian: "..."

It's the other way around.

After the first battle, the young man on the stage put away his sword and returned to the sword domain, cupping his hands and saying: "Master."

"Not bad." Shen Chun smiled.

The first battle is not enough to tell the depth, but after several battles, the young man only made three swords at most, and he became more and more proficient.

"Really Jian Chen's disciple is really powerful." Someone praised.

"If it wasn't for Jian Chen's disciple, he wouldn't be so powerful." A young man said, "It's nothing more than worshiping a good master."

"Hey, you don't want to die!" The person next to him sat a little further away from him.

"It's a fact. Anyone who worships Master Jian Chen as a teacher can achieve such accomplishments today." The young man subconsciously looked at the place where Jian Yu was located, but he didn't get a look.

"It's really young and vigorous." An Yang said with a smile.

"Young people can solve their own affairs." Shen Chun looked at the young apprentice who hadn't returned to the Sword Domain and said.

The man's voice was not concealed, Zhong Libai heard it naturally, he took a look at the man, and when the jade order was issued, he went to the martial arts arena, this time no matter what level he was in the foundation building period, he basically wiped out his retreat with his sword.

The number dwindled until...

The young man who spoke rudely looked at the young man who was still on the other side, and subconsciously shook his sword: "You have won today, and it is only because you are the apprentice of Master Jian Chen."

"Are you envious?" Zhong Libai looked at him and said.

The young man's complexion changed slightly, he casually cupped his hands and drew out his sword: "I've offended you."

The way of the sword is fast, and he is even more complete in foundation building. There is no reason why he can't beat a person in the early stage of foundation building, as long as he wins...

The silver-white sword flew away from his sword, pointing to his throat at that moment.

The young man looked at the sword in front of him, the power of flame burst out instantly, the light of the sword in Zhong Libai's hand turned slightly, and when the spirit energy was cut off, the man had already retrieved his sword.

The swords criss-crossed and collided, the young man pointed straight at the point of the sword, but was blocked by Ge, and even cut through the belt at the dantian with a sword.

The only thing missing is his dantian!

He retreated hastily, covered with the power of flames, and went towards the young man's eyes regardless.

The edge of the silver-white sword did not move, but the rays of light on it intercepted the flames, although only for a moment...

"Jian Guang!" When the young man was surprised, his own sword missed the young man's shoulder, and the opponent's sword directly stuck to his neck.

"Envy is also my master." Zhong Libai slightly raised his eyes sideways, and said in a very close place.

He knew that the master was what the people wanted, what everyone expected, his strength had made countless people surrender, and it was the envy of many people that he could become the master's apprentice.

That's right, envy, whether they talk, slander, or ridicule, they are just envious, telling him how lucky it is to be the master's apprentice.

"I admit defeat." The young man said.

Zhong Libai withdrew his sword and stepped off the stage, falling within the sword domain under the eyes of everyone.

If you want to achieve the sword intent, you must first obtain the sword light. I don't know how many years of tempering it will take to achieve this way, but this little boy has clearly grasped the meaning.

"The future can be expected." Sect Master Tian Hao sighed, "It's a pity that Jian Chen has no intention of accepting any more apprentices."

That young man is certainly talented, but if the way of swordsmanship is guided by predecessors, he will get twice the result with half the effort. In terms of swordsmanship, no one in the entire Heavenly Sword Sect can surpass Jian Chen. His swordsmanship has already been achieved, and his cultivation is just the result of water grinding. .

"When did he condense the sword light?!" Master An Yang looked at the young boy standing on one side and said.

"I don't know either." Shen Chun smiled, "Actual combat is the most tempering, right, Ah Bai."

Real An Yang: "..."

Just make up for your apprentice's blatant beating.

Zhong Libai met the smile in his eyes, was slightly taken aback and nodded seriously: "Yes."

Although it is indeed tempered by actual combat, it is not with that person, is Master covering for him?

The competition continued, and the competition between sword repairers was extremely fast.

"You are very strong." Another boy with a baby face landed on the stage, his stature was slightly lower than Zhong Li Bai's, and his almond round eyes carried an extremely pure taste.

"Please advise." Zhongli Bai cupped his hands.

"Gan Ning from Qianri Peak has the same aptitude and luck as your little apprentice." An Yang real person introduced.

The round-faced young man drew his sword, the two swords did not make a mistake, and the bright blue sword light had already received it.

"Jian Guang!" Zhou Xuan frowned.

"People nowadays don't know how to teach children." Daoist Liaojian hissed, "One eleven, one twelve, far better than you back then."

Zhou Xuan: "..."

"Tsk, trouble, trouble, your little apprentice may lose." Master An Yang tutted, "Gan Ning's sword light is obviously more stable than your little apprentice's."

"Brother An Yang, do you think my sword intent is stronger than yours now?" Shen Chun looked at him and smiled.

Real An Yang said with a sneer, "Brother Jian Chen was joking."

Why did he kindly remind him that he was going to be beaten?

Shen Chun looked at the stage, the two young men came and went, their swords and lights crisscrossed, it was obvious that their foundations were quite solid.

Talent and savvy are sometimes more important than hard work, but when two people have the talent not to lose to each other