The test of sharpening swords is the annual grand event of the Sword Sect.

All the disciples of the Sword Sect from top to bottom can participate.

From December 31st to January 10th, a total of eleven days.

For this day, the true disciples and the elders who did not have the key points to guard the situation returned two or three days in advance.

After Xu Ziyun led many elders and Lin Qianjun and other true disciples to deliver a long speech, the grand event officially began.

On the huge sword sharpening platform, figures were rising up and down.

The disciples of the Sword Sect who were watching commented and cheered and exclaimed from time to time.

Lin Qianjun and all the true disciples sat above, watching the competition between the disciples of the Sword Sect, while silently using the sword cultivation technique to nourish the wooden bracelet on their wrists.

Among these competitions, what Lin Qianjun is most concerned about is naturally the competition among players.

These players have deduced a lot of skills here, and the players' thinking style is unique, which has made them frequently use magic tricks and techniques, which made the elders and true disciples nodded repeatedly.

At this time, an outer disciple successfully defended the game. He was picking three people in a row and was looking proudly at the players below to request a battle.

The players looked at each other for a while, then Li Dian stepped out, tapped his feet, and used his light skills to jump onto the ring.

"The name of the sword [Zhu Xie], please see the teacher." Li Dian pulled out his long sword and spoke slowly.

This is the tradition of the Sword Sect. No matter what kind of garbage quality your sword is, it is necessary to give a name. In the Sword Sect, swords do not only represent weapons, but also your friends.

It is a great thing to name a sword. Even if the names of two swordsmen's swords collide, they will fight each other and change the name of the loser.

"Zhu Xie? Good name, this sword is called [Zhen Lei]. Junior brother, be careful." The outer disciple also pointed the sword at Li Dian and said.

The moment both sides met their eyes, they made moves almost at the same time.

Both of them are in the early stage of the innate stage, and the sword moves they use are similar. They are very stern. If you make moves, I will fight them. The viewing ability is still very high when fighting.

Meng Yu, who was sitting on Lin Qianjun's head, saw Lin Qianjun watching the battle between the disciples of the outer sect here, so he turned his head and asked Lin Qianjun, "Junior Brother Lin, who do you think will win?"

Lin Qianjun replied without thinking: "That alien will win."

After taking a look at it, Meng Yu said in confusion: "The cultivation level of these two people is similar to that of swordsmanship, and none of them has shown signs of decline at present. Junior brother, where did you see it?"

Lin Qianjun smiled but refused to answer.

Could it be that he wants to tell Meng Yu that Li Dian is the person he has been taking care of?

He basically gave Li Dian all his own experience, and the experience limit of nearly 2,000 per day is already very rich for lone players.

You should know that at this stage, players have not come into contact with many advanced NPCs. A task may only be 10:20,000 experience, and there are not many players who can win 2,000 experiences a day, but it is impossible for them to do it every day.

If you change someone, maybe your cultivation level has reached the peak of your innate level now.

The reason why Li Dian has gained so much experience is still the early stage of his innate stage, just because he returned most of his experience to Lin Qianjun to deduce skills.

So his trump cards are more than just a few.

The true energy is even thicker, and there are still several sword moves that are useless. Even his light skills and footwork are hiding his weaknesses.

Among the outer disciples, except for those NPCs that are hidden deeper, it is estimated that only a few union presidents can compete with him.

The facts were indeed as Lin Qianjun expected. This outer disciple who successfully defended the game continuously was a long battle, which resulted in lack of energy, revealing a flaw, allowing Li Dian to break the move with one sword and defeat him directly.

Looking at the guy's lucky face, Lin Qianjun seemed to see the scene of bullying newbies when he was practicing small trumpet.

It's so cheap. I don't know how many people have been fooled later, so I'll give him experience and points.

"Junior Brother Lin, you have unique eyesight. That strange man seems to have enough strength. It seems that after this sword-hardening test, he will be able to enter the inner sect." Meng Yu nodded slightly when he saw Li Dian win.

Seeing Meng Yu's expression with a little heart-warming expression, Lin Qianjun reminded: "Senior Brother Meng, Yiren is an uncertain factor after all. Even if he is strong enough, he still has to consider his character more. If you want to recruit him to do things, try not to let him take on key positions."

Meng Yu replied: "Thank you, Junior Brother Lin, I will remember these."

The cultivation of outer disciples is limited, and many cannot even reach the innate level, so their fights are ultimately not as good as those of inner disciples and core disciples.

The cultivation level of inner disciples is basically from innate to innate peaks, and this realm can consume the true energy more recklessly.

From time to time, various sword energy floated, dazzling.

As for the core disciples, they are considered the backbone of the Sword Sect.

Most of these disciples are old and each holds important positions. None of them has a lower cultivation level than the peak of the innate level, and many of them are even at the grandmaster level.

At the headquarters of the Sword Sect, there are no more than 2,000 disciples at this level.

However, if these two thousand people gathered together and fought ordinary warriors, they would be worth tens of thousands of troops.

The digital true disciples of the Sword Sect were also screened and trained by these core disciples.

The competition between core disciples is more like a formality. Although it is fancy, they actually don’t have much competitive spirit.

They are old and have families. It is their best choice to go through the motions. After all, they are so old that they can't even join the ranks of true disciples. Although the rewards of the sect are attractive, they are not too much for it.

However, Lin Qianjun discovered that among the core disciples, there was a young man who had been guarding the game for a long time and no one had challenged him.

Lin Qianjun asked Meng Yu: "Senior Brother Meng, who is the origin of that core disciple? No one dares to fight with such arrogance?"

Meng Yu replied: "This person's name is Nangong Huang. He is famous among the core disciples. His cultivation has reached the peak of innate cultivation. His strength cannot be underestimated. Unfortunately, he is a little older and his talent is a little less. Otherwise, he may not have no chance to become a true master in the future."

Lin Qianjun nodded slightly. He had never heard of it before. It seemed that he was also an unknown person.

But at this moment, he found that someone was fighting in the ring.

He was still very familiar with that person, Zhang Yu who lived with him day and night.

"The name of the sword [Shouyue], please give me advice." Zhang Yuliang showed off his long sword, and a hint of heroic spirit appeared between his eyebrows.

"Hmph, it's called [Yanyan], take action." Nangong Huang stood with the sword, and the true energy of the sword surged and showed an orange-yellow flame color.

Both sides had their eyes intertwined, and they also drew their swords to attack the other party.

The sword technique used by Zhang Yu is the sword technique that Lin Qianjun is very familiar with, and judging from his proficiency, it should be close to the level of perfection.

On the other side, Nangong Huang used a sword technique that opened and closed. Each move was accompanied by a large amount of true energy. In conjunction with his big sword that was more than twice as wide as an ordinary sword, the offensive was extremely rapid.

Zhang Yu is only at level 18, while Nangong Huang is only at level 20.

In terms of cultivation level alone, Nangong Huang is obviously better, but Lin Qianjun discovered that although Nangong Huang's offensive was rapid, he had a slight flaw in his footwork. Zhang Yu avoided several attacks with his agile posture, and had no impact at all.

However, accordingly, Nangong Huang seemed to understand his shortcomings, so the great sword was used quite rhythmically and would not give Zhang Yu a chance to attack in close combat.

So, this battle directly entered the rhythm of the war of attrition.

Zhang Yu thought that the other party would soon be consumed with such a huge sword, and her physical strength and true energy would soon be consumed, but after nearly a quarter of an hour of fighting, she was a little breathing herself, and Nangong Huang still remained calm and his heart was not beating.

At this moment, she finally realized that in terms of true energy and physical strength, the other party is far better than herself.

"It's a move!" Zhang Yu gritted her teeth. If she continued to fight like this, she would definitely reveal her flaws and be hit by a sword.

Zhang Yu jumped out more than five feet away, and then posed a starting position with a vertical sword.

Lin Qianjun recognized this move, which was a move in the Shura Sword Technique that consumed the true energy extremely, [Storm and Rain].

This is a move to quickly swing the sword body to create a sword energy like raindrops to attack the enemy.

It is considered a group attack skill.

However, because the true energy consumes too much and its power is small, it is actually just fancy and whistle in the same realm, and at most it can be used to fight small monsters.

The next moment, Zhang Yu quickly waved the long sword in his hand, and countless true energy turned into light blue sword energy shot out from the sword body like raindrops.

Obviously, Nangong Huang also knew this move. He blocked his wide sword body directly in front of him, easily resisting a large number of sword energy attacks.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding ~~~!!!"

Although this offensive is dense, it has no effect at all.

However, Lin Qianjun found that most of these sword energy were concentrated at a certain point in Nangong Huang's sword body. He was a little puzzled. Could it be that Zhang Yu planned to use the sword energy to break the opponent's sword?

Is this possible?

The weapons made by Xuan Iron are extremely hard, and they are definitely not destroyed by a warrior like Zhang Yu, who is innately dying with sword energy.

Just as Lin Qianjun was thinking, he saw Nangong Huang's footsteps constantly moving backwards.

At this moment, he understood Zhang Yu’s thoughts.

Since you can't win head-on, you can win by relying on the rules and push Nangong Huang out of the ring, which can be considered a win.

Nangong Huang saw Zhang Yu's intention and the corner of his mouth curled up slightly.

If that's the case, you may not be able to win.

He exerted his force suddenly, and the weight on the long sword increased sharply. His body, which had been hit by the sword energy just now, was directly fixed on the spot.

In the gap where Zhang Yu had exhausted his true energy, Nangong Huang rushed out suddenly and slapped Zhang Yu out of the ring with one sword.

Lu Fengyi, who was watching the battle, hurried forward and helped Zhang Yu up.

"How strong can you be a guy who has been a skilled person to join the True Legend, as his sword servant? Do you still want to justify him? Are you worthy of it?" Nangong Huang looked at Zhang Yu under the ring and said mockingly.

"You are not allowed to slander Senior Brother Lin!" Zhang Yu's eyes were full of resentment and she gritted her teeth.

"Slander? He just happened to solve the problem of the ancestor. Why can he be a true disciple? Even the level of the grandmaster cannot reach it. He is just a waste!" Nangong Huang said sarcastically.

"Shut up!" Lu Fengyi suddenly spoke and scolded Nangong Huang.

At this moment, Nangong Huang felt as if he was shocked by the artistic conception of the big man in the Concentrating Realm, and his whole body was frozen unnaturally.

But then he recovered. After looking at Lu Fengyi, he couldn't help but shake his head, and was almost scared by a little girl with strange hair.

But he would not argue with him, after all, even if he wins such a thing, it would not be glorious.

A real man should do what a real man should do.

He turned around and looked at the true disciple watching the game above the ring. After a little glance, he saw Lin Qianjun sitting at the end showing concern.
Chapter completed!