Nanlingyi thought for a moment and said, "It seems to be called the Endless Sea."
She stared at Chen Yu with dull eyes, and she always felt something was strange from his reaction.
"Endless Sea... Endless Sea..." Chen Yu's eyebrows narrowed slightly. He felt as if he had heard this name before. He suddenly remembered it and said to himself: "Endless Sea, no wonder it is so familiar. "
This was what he had learned before in Wan Pavilion. What made him unexpected was that there was actually a source of truth in the endless sea.
Noticing the slight change in Chen Yu's expression, Nan Lingyi asked suspiciously: "Junior brother, what happened?"
Chen Yu shook his head and said, "It's okay."
For now, since he has not yet had the strength to seize the source, the two major sects have not been able to fight for it. Their strength can be imagined, so they have to wait for a wave of strength first.
"Junior brother, tomorrow is the clan competition, come on!" Nan Lingyi made a cheering gesture, but she was a little entangled and worried in her heart. She stared at Chen Yu and said: "If you can't beat then, you must admit defeat. , junior brother."
Chen Yu nodded, he understood this deeply, and he cherished his life very much.
As soon as Nan Lingyi left, Chen Yu returned to his room. Now he vaguely felt that the second form of the Po Xu Sword Jue was only one chance away from breaking through the third form, so he went to the back mountain again.
In the hazy night, a dull and sudden roar erupted. In front of a back mountain, the space suddenly split open and shuddered.
"Finally successful!" Looking up at the torn space in front of him, Chen Yu was filled with joy. He had successfully reached the third form of the Po Xu Sword Art, Po Xu!
And on a mountaintop not far away, Fang Chu, who was so shocked by this scene, looked solemn, more surprised, what kind of sword technique is this?
Witnessing the shocking scene just now, he was still shocked in his heart. You must know that the young man in front of him was only in the Yuan realm, and he was still a sword cultivator.
Sword repair!
Fang Chu's pupils trembled, and his whole body trembled slightly. For a swordsman under twenty, how could this... how could this be possible?
How could something so weird and impossible happen! If he didn't really appear in front of him, even if he was beaten to death, he would still not believe it.
His body trembled, and Fang Chu disappeared. When he reappeared, he appeared in front of Chen Yu. His expression was shocked, his voice trembled slightly, and he said: "Little guy... you are actually a sword cultivator!"
His voice was trembling, and his eyes were wide open. This was not fear, but full of surprise that was hard to understand.
Chen Yu shook his head, looking confused.
Seeing the reaction of the young man in front of him, Fang Chu clearly understood that he did not know about this, and said happily: "Do you know why I am shocked because you are a sword cultivator."
Chen Yu shook his head. He really didn't know, but after hearing what the senior said, it seemed that there was some secret in it. He said, "Does the senior know something?"
Fang Chu smiled bitterly and shook his head slightly. This was news that everyone knew.
There are many sword cultivators in this continent, but they are also very few. Most of them are because everyone who practices swords can be called a sword cultivator. Few, but it is because the most basic and indispensable prerequisite for becoming a sword cultivator is either The process is to reach the age of twenty.
The young man in front of him looks to be no more than sixteen years old, but he is a swordsman. It is hard not to guess and imagine that he is either the legendary body-snatcher or a pretender.
Those who seize the body are tasteless, colorless and breathless, obviously not, while the pretenders are some powerful warriors who have become low-level warriors. He cannot judge what secrets or life experiences they have.
"Little guy, are you really unclear?" Fang Chu was still a little confused.
Chen Yu shook his head, feeling bitter in his heart. He really didn't know!
He narrowed his eyes slightly and said helplessly: "Senior, what is going on with the sword cultivator? I really don't know!"
Fang Chu turned around, looked up at the night sky, his eyes were hazy, as if recalling the past, and said slowly: "Little guy, do you know what the first step is to become a swordsman in this continent?... .It is not a talent you have had since childhood, nor hard work, but a turning point..."
The turning point?
Chen Yu shook his head.
Fang Chu continued: "The turning point is that you have to reach twenty to have a chance of becoming a sword cultivator, and the chance is so small that it is almost cut off, and it is so small that it makes people feel desperate, and you...have not yet reached the age of two. At ten, he became a swordsman and a great swordsman. I have never heard of it in my many years of life."
If you turn around, you will find that Chen Yu is like a statue, frozen in place, dazed and distracted. At this moment, he finally understands why everyone is surprised and asks him if he is a sword cultivator!
However, he came back to his senses without thinking too much. He knew that all this was the effect of the sword body. He sighed slightly in his heart, this sword body was really incredible!
Fang Chu turned around and stared at Chen Yu. There was no trace of surprise or shock in his moody yet calm expression, and then he stopped asking any more questions. After all, everyone has their own secrets.
Fang Chu patted his shoulder and said with a smile: "Little guy, you have worked hard these days. Have a good rest tonight and prepare to participate in the competition tomorrow."
Chen Yu nodded, turned and left.
Looking at the young man walking away, Fang Chuyou's eyes that penetrated into the deep pool released a strong light. Even now, he still felt a little like a dream. He couldn't believe that Wanjian Sect would participate in the sect competition again after so many years. Compare.
Six years... exactly six years...
Return to one sect, the main hall.
A middle-aged man in mysterious clothes and wide robes had sharp eyes, exuding a faint pressure, and his strength was unfathomable. He looked into the distance with an indifferent expression. This was Mo Li, the leader of the Guiyi Sect.
At this time, a man walked in.
"Hong Ru, will the Wanjian Sect participate in the competition this time?" Li Li said calmly.
"Sect Master, the disciple has been defeated. Wanjian Sect has another disciple besides Nanling Yiyi, and the disciple has no power to fight back." Hong Ru said, but he felt melancholy in his heart.
"You can't fight back?" This sentence made Mo Li pause. He knew the level of Hong Ru's strength. If it was true as he said, then he would only be allowed to participate in this competition.
"Okay, I understand, go down and practice hard! Don't let this matter affect your Taoist mind." Mo Li said.
When Hong Ru retreated, Mo Li frowned slightly and pulled open the sleeve of his right arm, revealing a shocking scar. His voice became low and cold, "Qin Jin, that sword attack back then, next time I will I will definitely cut you into pieces!"
The next day, on the tenth day of Zhanlu Mountain, Chen Yu accompanied Fang Chu and Nan Lingyi to participate in the general competition.
In the past, the competition was held in Changfeng City, and this year is also the case. It is held every year. At first, it was just to compare the strength of various sects, but in recent years, it has become a place for some sects to fight.
The most visible ones are Guiyi Sect and Wanjian Sect, which everyone knows.
Of course, the most anxious or upset among them is the Guiyi Sect. They always hope that the Wanjian Sect will participate in the competition.
And this time, Wan Jian Sect, who has not participated in the competition for many years, suddenly participated, which will definitely cause quite a stir.
You must know that Wanjian Sect has not participated in the whole six years. The biggest reason is that there is a lack of disciples in the sect, and there are only a few people left. Today, they want to see if it is as promised.
Today's Changfeng City is extremely lively. In addition to some big families, there are also some people from sects or schools. They have already gone to the city square.
There is a battle platform in the middle, which is square in shape, hundreds of feet across, and extremely wide. There are several stone pillars standing firmly on the edge of the platform. This is to prevent the aftermath of the battle from spreading to the surrounding areas.
There is a staircase in the due north direction. At the top are the three major sects and two universities, and below are some small sects or families.
As time went by, the venue was already filled with people, but their eyes were fixed on the distance.
"Do you think Wanjian Sect will participate in this year's competition? This has not happened for several years."
"Who knows? I heard that I will participate in this session, but I just heard the news from others. We have to see the details."
"Sect Master Mo, I haven't seen you for a year, and my strength has become even better. Given time, I'm afraid even I will be unable to catch up." An old man said with a smile on the highest platform.
Although he is an old man, he has glossy black hair, a pair of half-lidded eyes that appear bright, and his strength is as unfathomable as the deep sea.
This is one of the five elders of the Immortal Mansion, Wan Qiuhe.
Mo Li looked sideways, his usual solemn and majestic expression immediately changed to one of awe, and replied with a smile: "It turns out to be Elder Wan, long time no see."
Although he is the leader of a sect, he naturally has to give face to the old man in front of him. You must know that the strength of the two major sects is no less than that of the other major sects. Even if his strength is monstrous, one person is still limited.
Wan Qiuhe laughed and stopped talking. His eyes fell not far away, as if waiting for something.
The same is true for Mo Li. He wants to see if the Wanjian Sect comes today. If he dares to come, then he will naturally not show mercy. Everyone knows that the two sides have already been in a fight to the death.
"Look, people from Wanjian Sect are here."
A roaring exclamation broke through the noisy crowd, and silence fell instantly, all eyes looking towards the distance.
Naturally, they did not know the people of Wanjian Sect, but most of them knew that Nanling Yiyi was a disciple of Wanjian Sect. When they gradually appeared in everyone's sight, the crowd suddenly became excited.
Some people think that the Wan Jian Sect has come to die again, while others are optimistic about the Wan Jian Sect. After all, it is impossible to make no progress after years of accumulation.
Chen Yu also attracted the attention and curiosity of many people, and some people secretly speculated in their hearts.
"Who is that young man? Why have I never seen him before?" One person in the crowd asked in surprise. You know, because of what happened a few years ago, basically no one joined the Wanjian Sect, not even the three major sects. People are willing to risk their lives.
"Even I can't see through this young man's aura. When did the Wanjian Sect recruit such a young man? But with just two people participating in the competition, they must not be able to make any waves. When the time comes, between them and the Guiyi Sect, It’s going to be exciting this year,” another person said.
"Maybe he just came here as a passer-by. I feel sorry for him. I'm afraid he won't survive today."
On the high platform, the moment Wan Jian Zong appeared, Mo Li clenched his fists tightly and stared at the people who were coming gradually with a pair of sharp eyes like an eagle.
"You really dare to come, today I will make sure you never come back." Mo Li felt cold in his heart, and his expression was calm.
