call……
Ling Wen and Xi Yun had just exchanged a few words when a figure of a man in black robes landed on the top of the mountain.
Mu Feng saw this person and immediately bowed to him, "Third Master Uncle!"
"Um."
The man in black robe simply responded and walked straight towards Ling Wen.
This person's name is Mingri, and he is the third sword in Jianlu.
"Your Excellency, Master invites you!"
After two or three steps, Ming Ri came to Ling Wen and cupped his fists.
If anyone else were here, they would be shocked by what they saw.
The third sword in Jianlu, Mingri, is a warrior in the middle realm of Shenhou.
However, such a person treated Ling Wen with great courtesy.
"That old guy wants to call me your sparring partner again."
When Ling Wen heard Ming Ri's words, his face showed a helpless expression, "If it weren't for Tian'er, I really don't want to come to this Jianlu."
"I asked uncle what you said."
When Mu Feng heard this, he couldn't help but laugh and said, "When Master asked you to practice with me, didn't he also give you training? I feel that every time you leave Master, your strength seems to have improved."
"It would be strange if you don't improve your strength while practicing with a quasi-god king."
Ling Wen said as he stepped on the ground, his figure disappeared in an instant.
He has been to the place of cultivation of the master of Jianlu more than once.
Now if I go there, I don’t need Ming Sun to lead the way.
After Ling Wen left, Ming Ri looked down at the sword forest and fell on Ling Tian, "Mu Feng, the young man who is breaking the sword trap should be Ling Wen's son Ling Tian, right?"
"It's him."
Mu Feng smiled and nodded.
In Yunding Heavenly Palace, both Fifth Sword Haitian and Sixth Sword Qiu Zhen had met Ling Tian.
But the third sword Mingri has never been seen.
Although he had never seen it, he had heard the Lord of Jianlu and Mu Feng mention Ling Tian.
I was very curious in my heart, what kind of person could get the attention of the Lord of Jianlu.
He didn't think that Ling Tian was able to get the attention of the Lord of Sword House just because of Ling Wen's relationship.
Because he understands the master of Sword House and values his talent as a swordsman very much.
The reason why he asked Ling Wen to be his sparring partner was because of Ling Wen's special swordsmanship.
"How long has it been since he broke the sword trap?"
Mingri looked curious and asked Ling Tian again.
"Almost, more than two hours, right?"
Mufeng roughly estimated and answered Mingri.
"It took more than two hours to break through to the third game, which is pretty good!"
Mingri nodded and gave a good evaluation.
As a master of swordsmanship in Jianlu, Mingri's requirements are undoubtedly higher than those of ordinary people.
It is an extremely rare thing to be recognized by Ming Sun.
But as soon as Ming Ri finished speaking, the Sword Bureau stone tablet moved.
Before that, Ling Tian had already taken a step forward and actively triggered the fourth sword round.
"More than two hours later, we reached the fourth round."
Mu Feng saw this scene and responded to Ming Ri's words with a smile.
Ming Ri raised his eyebrows slightly, a little surprised, feeling that he had underestimated Ling Tian, "How long did it take you to break through to the fourth game?"
"For three hours, it was not as fast as him."
Mu Feng replied with a smile, not at all unhappy about being surpassed by Ling Tian.
He was even proud that Ling Tian's performance surpassed his own.
"This Ling Tian is quite capable."
While Mingri muttered, he slowly turned around.
Although he was surprised by Ling Tian's performance, he had no intention of continuing to pay attention.
After saying that, his figure flashed and turned into a black shadow and disappeared.
"breeze!"
At this time, Xi Yun called Mu Feng softly.
Mu Feng turned around and looked over, Xi Yun said with a look of relief, "Tian'er has you in Jianlu, and it seems there is nothing for me to worry about, so I'll ask you to take more care of Tian'er. Zixiao Temple is busy with affairs, I have to hurry up go back."
"Ah...this..."
Mu Feng helplessly spread his hands, feeling tired.
I thought to myself, how come this couple doesn't even care about their own son?
One is going to be a sparring partner for the Lord of Sword House, and the other is going back to Zixiao Temple.
He was too tired to be left alone as a senior to look after Ling Tian...
Xi Yun saw Mu Feng's embarrassment, but didn't say anything more.
Because he knew that Mu Feng was like this.
After smiling at Mu Feng, he also left the mountain top.
"It seems that I can't lie down flat..."
Mu Feng sighed and took out a bottle of wine.
Sitting on the floor, drinking and watching the excitement of Jianlin.
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At this time, the sword forest was already filled with people.
Those who are not disciples of the Zhengyang Shen Sect would not know the meaning of Ling Tian breaking three rounds in three hours.
But all the Zhengyang Shen Sect disciples knew what this meant.
The master of Jianlu has set up the sword bureau until now, although it has only been a few decades.
But so far, no one has broken three games in a row within three hours.
Even Mu Feng, who has now become the third generation chief of Jianlu, spent a full three hours.
Five hours later, the fourth game was broken!
Eight hours later, the fifth game was broken!
Twelve hours later, the sixth game was broken!
In twelve hours, he broke six games in a row, and everyone was shocked.
More and more people put their cultivation on hold and rushed towards the Sword Bureau.
"At the speed this guy breaks sword rounds, I believe he can even break ten rounds!"
"Break ten games in a row? Doesn't that mean he has surpassed Senior Brother Mu Feng and set a new record?"
"In terms of speed alone, he has surpassed Senior Brother Mu Feng and set a new record."
Discussions arose one after another, and everyone speculated that Ling Tian would eventually be able to break several games in a row.
However, these discussions did not affect Ling Tian.
Because at this time, Ling Tian was completely immersed in his own world.
call!
At this time, several figures descended one after another.
"Son of God!"
When all the disciples of the Zhengyang Shen Sect saw one of them, they all bowed and saluted.
Their respect for this person was no less than that of Mu Feng.
Gu Wuhuan, the divine son of Zhengyang Shenzong, is a peerless genius of Zhengyang Shenzong.
His martial arts strength and cultivation are even higher than Mu Feng, and he is in the middle realm of the Divine Lord.
"Is this person Mu Feng's junior brother?"
Gu Wuhuan seemed to have heard of Ling Tian and asked lightly.
"yes!"
A disciple of the Zhengyang Shen Sect walked out immediately after hearing this and replied.
"How long did it take?"
Gu Wuhuan asked this person.
From the position of the rocks, he had already judged that Ling Tian had entered the seventh round.
"Twelve hours!"
The previous Zhengyang Shenzong disciple replied.
"Twelve hours? That's pretty fast."
Gu Wuhuan said, turning to look at the woman beside him, "Chu Wen, this person may be your rival for the position of the third generation disciple of Jianlu."
"This time, we are recruiting six people for the third generation disciple selection of Jianlu. I don't have to compete with him."
The woman named Chu Wen stared at Ling Tian and spoke softly.
Although he said this, there was obvious hostility in his eyes as they flickered.
The selection of the third generation disciples of Jianlu only recruited six people.
Ling Tian showed strong competitiveness and reduced this quota.
This makes those who have the ability to win the quota somewhat unhappy.
"So it is."
Gu Wuhuan smiled slightly and did not deny what Chu Wen said, but still expressed his own opinion, "This time for the selection of the third generation disciples of Jianlu, swordsmanship masters from the entire Zixiao Realm will participate, and the competition is very fierce. "
"I may not be inferior to him!"
Chu Wen's eyes were slightly cold, and his eyes flashed with sharpness.
