Wei Lin did not refuse. Among the top three selected this time, the other two were Wen Ming and Haosi.
Wen Ming, as can be seen from his name, is the second-generation cultivator of Canye Pavilion, the great-grandson of Zuo Dharma Protector Mang Zhong, Jinshui Linggen. Like Lan Shu, he has been in the ninth level of Qi training for many years. Before Wei Lin came to the future, he and Lan Shu and Yue Yi are both seed players in the qi training competition, and they are also the strongest among the three. They are known as the number one qi practitioner in Canye Pavilion.
Lan Shu established the foundation, and Yue Yi had been eliminated. He was Wei Lin's rival for winning the championship this time. He broke the Aoki Sword against Yue Yi. Wen Ming was much more powerful than him, and the Aoki Sword couldn't hold up no matter how hard he looked at it.
After coming out of the market, Yunli's heartache couldn't be more severe. There were a total of 700 spiritual stones, and she just bought a magic weapon that might be used once and then never used again. It hurt her heart so much.
When the new round of draws came out, everyone's emotions were high again. The first game of the top three was Wen Ming versus Qian Jiu. In their hearts, this was supposed to be the final winning game, but unexpectedly it was brought forward again.
Yunli patted Wei Lin on the shoulder: "Come on, it's the last two games. Win, get the sword, and reach the pinnacle of life."
"Wishful thinking." An extremely contemptuous voice came from the side.
What little bastard is so annoying?
Yunli looked at them angrily. The boy in black, who had a skinny body and a monkey-like face, looked like an ape that had evolved into a human but was only halfway through its evolution. He looked at them sideways with undisguised contempt on his face.
In front of him was a free and arrogant young man wearing a moon-white attire, a silver crown and a handsome face. At this moment, he was walking forward without looking away, as if there was nothing worth taking a second look at.
Yunli frowned, "Who are you?"
The monkey-faced boy spat, "My young master doesn't even know, he is ignorant."
Yunli rolled her eyes and was about to say a few harsh words when Lan Shu's voice sounded from behind her, "What a coincidence, you are all here."
The arrogance on the young man's face disappeared, and he frowned at her and said, "We agreed to build the foundation together after Xiao Bi. How did you break through in advance?"
"Some accidents happened, so we took advantage of the situation to build the foundation." Lan Shu said it calmly, but the onlookers who were watching melon-eating were very upset. They took advantage of the situation to build the foundation. It was as simple as drinking a glass of boiled water. They all wanted to build the foundation. The person who worked hard and tried his best was instantly reduced to ashes.
"Really?" Wen Ming smiled meaningfully, and then said: "It's about to start. I'll go over and prepare first."
He completely ignored Wei Lin throughout the whole process, as if he was an insignificant person.
"That's just the way he is. Once you get to know him, he'll be fine." Lan Shu explained with a smile, and encouraged Wei Lin a few more words before walking away.
Yunli geared up and said to Wei Lin: "Beat me hard, don't show mercy!"
Of these two people, one is a good dancer with long sleeves and her flowers and butterflies are everywhere, and the other is a arrogant big cock. They really match each other!
Rainbow light flashed across the sky. On the high platforms on both sides of the arena, the pavilion master Xingye Zhenjun led Juesha Jingzhe, Mang Zhong and a group of Canye Pavilion senior officials to appear on it. Yunshu Immortal Mansion has made no progress so far, and the pavilion master is not in a high mood. Directly Skip all links and announce the start.
There was no friendly atmosphere between the two people on the stage. After the referee gave an order, Wen Ming quickly drew out a broad sword that was completely dark blue at a speed that was completely inconsistent with his name. The sword was unsheathed with a clang, like a bolt of lightning. , in less than a blink of an eye, he was in front of Wei Lin.
Wei Lin raised his wrist, and the thin sword and the broad sword collided fiercely. Sparks flew out. Immediately, a dark blue light bloomed, covering the entire arena in an instant.
This person really lives up to his reputation and is very strong!
A bit of green light shines in the overwhelming blue light, like a seedling breaking out of the ground. The green light slowly smudges away, and the blue light is forced away bit by bit. The blue light rises into the sky, and the cold sword energy stirs up cyclones. In the center of the cyclone , their clothes and belts were flying, and their black hair was dancing wildly.
The two intersecting swords slowly staggered apart. Wei Lin's gaze moved up along with the thin sword in his hand. The moment the two swords separated, he tapped his toes and spun around, raising his sword to block the incoming sword blade again.
Wen Ming withdrew the sword in his hand at the slightest moment, turned his body in the air and circled behind Wei Lin, stabbing his back. Wei Lin raised his elbow, turned the long sword in his hand, and blocked the stabbing broad sword again. He raised the thin sword and brought it with him. The broad sword on it also slid away.
Wen Ming was startled. The long sword was a little bit on the ground, and he used the force to jump into the air. Wei Lin bent his knees and jumped up, and swung the sword fiercely. The sharp sword energy carried the green light and flew away. Wen Ming in the air had nowhere to use his strength. , Shengsheng suffered this move and fell straight down. When he was close to the ground, he stood upside down, with his long sword at a point in the ring, and his body flipped over and landed firmly on the ground.
His eyes narrowed slightly. This Qianjiu looked nothing like a newcomer who had been in the cabinet for more than a year. His combat experience was even richer than his.
The eyes are shining brightly, this opponent is worth fighting!
The two people's eyes met across the distance, and their fighting spirit was instantly ignited. The next moment, they raised their swords and fought again.
On the high platform, the Pavilion Master Xingye turned his head and smiled at Mang Zhong on the left: "You are indeed a great-grandson, but you are a little impatient."
Wen Ming has been at the ninth level of Qi training for many years, and his spiritual power is unparalleled by Qianjiu, a person who has just entered the ninth level. It's easy to say, but he didn't suppress it.
After Qianjiu broke his suppression, he panicked and made the wrong decision to switch to the air. They were in the period of Qi training, so they couldn't float for a long time, and they couldn't use force in the air, so Qianjiu seized the opportunity and swung that sharp sword;
On the contrary, Qianjiu has been playing steadily. Although his spiritual power is not as good as Wen Ming's, his mentality, fighting skills, and timing control are all excellent. In the early stage, he faced Wen Ming's fierce offensive and dealt with it steadily without panicking. Don't be busy, and when the opportunity comes, you won't be sloppy. You will take action when it's time to take action. Don't rush forward once you succeed. Continue to play steadily and wait for the opportunity.
Like a wolf lurking in the dark night, it will patiently deal with it, but when given the opportunity, it will quickly pounce on its prey and tear it to pieces.
Mang Zhong's face turned red and he looked forced. He pressed his lips together a few times and said, "This boy has never been able to keep his temper. The master of the pavilion laughed at him."
Xing Ye narrowed his eyes slightly and changed his tone, "But I heard that he has already understood the power of the sword, so there is no need to care about these details."
"Master, you can't just be partial to Senior Brother Wen Ming just because you grew up watching him." Lan Shu, who was behind Xingye, pouted and said coquettishly. She glanced at the calm Jingzhe and pointed to the field. Shang said: "Although Junior Brother Qianjiu joined the cabinet late, his strength is quite good."
"You." A smile appeared on Xing Ye's face, and he nodded lovingly between her eyebrows. Then he turned his head and said to Jing Zhe on the right: "You are a rare disciple. At such a young age, your heart is full of blood. It’s rare, given time, as his cultivation level improves, he will definitely be the best among the younger generation.”
This means that the outcome of this battle is not promising. Jingzhe twitched the corner of his mouth and said calmly, "The Pavilion Master has given me the reward."
Mangzhong's eyes flashed and he said, "Let me tell you, among the younger generation, Lan Shu is the most outstanding kid. He has built a foundation early on. It's rare that the foundation is still solid."
"Uncle Master, if you praise me again, Lan Shu will be in trouble." Lan Shu said playfully, tilting his head slightly.
"Hahaha, you girl!" For a moment, they were enjoying themselves on the high platform, and the strange waves and undercurrents just now seemed to be just an illusion.
Lan Shu's crescent-shaped eyes stared at the white figure on the field with a complicated expression.
The two people who were fighting fiercely in the field suddenly separated. Wei Lin tilted the tip of his sword, his fingers trembled slightly, and blood spattered on his white clothes. He lowered his eyes and saw clearly a faint blue light flashing three feet around Wen Ming, and his pupils shrank. , this is the sword force, different from the occasional sword force that he only touched the surface, Wen Ming's sword force has obviously been understood for a long time, and has been able to retract and release freely, and the sword force shape has begun to appear.
"It's the sword power!" Someone in the audience exclaimed.
"You can understand the power of the sword during the Qi training period. Senior Brother Wen Ming is worthy of being the first person under the Foundation Establishment!"
"It seems that the leader of this competition is Senior Brother Wen Ming."
Yunli was also a little worried. She didn't know how to sword, and she didn't have a deep understanding of the sword's power. She only knew that Wei Lin's sword power did not form a fixed, substantial form like Wen Ming's.
The discussion in the audience did not affect the two people on the stage. Wen Ming stood with his sword in hand and said, "Admit defeat. I have already understood the power of the sword. It is impossible for you to defeat me."
(End of chapter)
