"Boy, what am I asking you?" The young man shouted in dissatisfaction, then he saw his figure flashing, and instantly blocking Ye Jian's way.

Ye Jian was already a little angry. Damn, this kid is sick. I came here to choose martial arts. What's wrong with him? He actually disliked him so much. Ye Jian's heart was filled with anger and immediately shouted loudly: "Get out! A good dog is not in charge!"

The scene suddenly became quiet. Several core disciples looked at me and I looked at you, looking at you with an unexpected look, but then they picked up their fists, looking like they were watching a show.

Mu Bingyun was like a secluded orchid in the valley, standing alone from afar, her clear eyes were exploring Ye Jian, and then the corner of her mouth unconsciously outlined a smile, and the smile was fascinating. The air around seemed to be impressed by her smile, and there were slight fluctuations.

The young man's face turned pale in an instant, and then he locked in Ye Jian tightly, and his eyes were about to spit out of fire. He was the core disciple of the noble status of Nanluo Sect. When was he actually taught a lesson by a small inner disciple?

The young man slightly sensed the core disciples watching around him, especially Mu Bingyun. The dark blue on his face immediately turned red. If I didn't teach this kid a lesson today, I would have no shame to be in the core disciple circle.

Boom~!

The true energy in the young man's body was circulating, and his breath surged towards Ye Jian like a tide. His majestic and majestic meaning directly suppressed Ye Jian's spirit.

"He is Zhang Yi, the 29th-ranked core disciple, and you are good at palm techniques. You have to be careful." The sound of Mu Bingyun's empty valley suddenly sounded in his ears, just like a winter spring lit up. Ye Jian raised his eyebrows, but his expression remained unmoved.

There are 30 core disciples in the Nanluo Sect, but these 30 people are not fixed. In the annual sect competition, any disciples who have won the top ten inner sects will have a chance to challenge the core disciples.

The core disciples who are challenged have no choice but to fight. If they win, they will continue to be core disciples. If they lose, the identity of the core disciple will be replaced by the winning side, and they will be demoted to an inner disciple.

Such a challenge mode can successfully stimulate the competitiveness between inner disciples and core disciples. Inner disciples continue to work hard to become core disciples, while core disciples work harder to maintain their position. The uninterrupted tug-of-war between the two sides can lead to the emergence of young masters of Nanluo Sect one after another.

Zhang Yi ranked 29th and second to last in the core disciple circle. Despite this, since his position was saved in the last competition, it means that he has the strength higher than Meng Tian, ​​the number one in the inner sect, and Meng Tian is stronger than Ling Sen.

Of course, half a year has passed, and Meng Tian cannot stand still. His strength has already improved further on the basis of the original. Ye Jian believes that Ling Sen is the same. Although Zhang Yi in front of him will also make progress, Ye Jian does not think that the latter's progress will be greater than the former.

"Boy, do you know who you are talking to?" Zhang Yi asked grimly with a gloomy face, tightened his fists, and asked hideously.

Ye Jian glanced at Zhang Yi lightly, and the analysis in his heart flashed quickly. Although the true qi in his body had become liquid, the qi in my body was solid. Even though it had never been pure, the purity should not be worse than that of him.

After being ignored by Ye Jian again, Zhang Yixin could no longer control the anger in her heart. Her steps were slightly shaken, and she flew towards Ye Jian with great speed. If Zhang Yi hadn't been trying to kill someone, it would be hard for anyone to believe that Zhang Yi was preparing to attack Ye Jian in the Sutra Pavilion.

For a moment, several core disciples who came to watch raised their eyebrows and became interested. Mu Bingyun stood still and said nothing more. Fighting was prohibited in the Sutra Library. Otherwise, once discovered, the most common martial arts would be abolished, and the worst would be killed.

Zhang Yi actually wanted to take the big risk to teach Ye Jian a lesson, but he didn't know that if the latter accidentally touched the ban on the Sutra Pavilion, he would immediately attract all the elders guarding the pavilion. At that time, even Zhang Yi would not be able to argue.

Once Zhang Yi attacked Ye Jian, it was like two grasshoppers tied to the same rope. However, it was precisely because of this special environment that the battle between the two masters was more reflected. Mu Bingyun was very curious about how strong Ye Jian's strength has reached now.

Ye Jian smiled indifferently. Mu Bingyun thought of it, so he naturally thought of it, so now he only needs to deliberately touch the attic ban, and he will attract all the elders of the guarding pavilion. Even if Zhang Yi does not die, he will have to peel off his skin.

However, Ye Jian did not intend to do this. Ye Jian could choose to retreat for some things, but Ye Jian had to take action head-on for some things.

Chiu~!

The blood sword was pulled out directly, and the energy and spirit around Ye Jian immediately hit a point. Immediately, the sharp aura in his body suddenly erupted, but it did not spread wildly, but was compressed by Ye Jian within ten feet of his body.

"Dacheng Sword Strategy!" Someone suddenly exclaimed among the core disciples watching the battle.

He himself is a sword-making player, and his own sword power has reached 80%, which is only 10% lower than Dacheng's sword power. But now, he has witnessed a disciple of an inner sect in the early stage of Ningzhen Realm who actually possesses Dacheng's sword power, which makes him not surprised.

Although he was shocked, the man immediately thought of something and immediately said to the onlookers: "Brothers, the Dacheng sword power is extremely destructive. Let's help protect the surroundings first."

Suddenly, the five core disciples stood up, and their limbs shot out true qi beams, connected in pairs, vaguely supporting a space of ten feet in size for Ye Jian and Zhang Yi.

Mu Bingyun clearly felt that his breathing was a little rapid just now. The Dacheng sword force was clearly remembering that her Dacheng sword force was realized between life and death in the Kuroda Secret Realm not long ago.

That time, she was almost trapped in those unstoppable martial zombies. Now she still feels a little scared when she thinks about it, but now, when Ye Jian’s great sword force comes out, it completely subverts her perception.

Although she didn't know what Ye Jian had experienced and how much life and death fusion she had experienced, she realized the great sword power at the beginning of the realm of Condensation, which was something that the entire Zhao Kingdom had never seen before. For a moment, Mu Bingyun became more anticipated about this battle.

After Zhang Yi's expression was slightly stunned, he smiled grimly again. Humph, although you have the sword force of great success, your cultivation is your fatal weakness. The true energy is not as strong as mine, and the true energy is not as pure as mine. Even if the sword force of great success can increase the attack power, you are still like an ant in my eyes.

Zhang Yi smiled and his steps under his feet flew towards Ye Jian lightly, while secretly connecting with the palms in his sleeves. His true energy gathered, and a light blue palm print was transformed into the palm of his palm.

Although the space of ten feet is very small, it has no effect on the master. Ye Jian swept Zhang Yi's left palm hidden in his sleeve robe and chuckled immediately.

The blood sword shook lightly, and immediately brought up sword shadows and cut towards Zhang Yi, as if it was slow and fast. Zhang Yi thought that Ye Jian's long sword had not yet approached, but in a daze, Ye Jian's long sword was already approaching a foot in front of him.

Zhang Yi was shocked, even the core disciples watching also heard a burst of exclamations. For a moment, the scene became quiet, everyone's eyes were solemn, and no one looked down upon Ye Jian again.

A hint of surprise flashed slightly in Mu Bingyun's eyes, but then a flash of light flashed. He slowly closed his eyes, and then opened it directly, and the meaning of enlightenment flashed in his eyes. He kept deducing Ye Jian's sword just now, and the meaning of enlightenment in his eyes became even more intense.

This woman actually learned from the sword that Ye Jian just now, and learned her own things in the sword path. She could understand her with a touch of emotion and grasp the sudden enlightenment for a moment. She could not be said to be a monster.

He slowly raised his head and Mu Bingyun locked his eyes on the field again.

Bang ~!

Zhang Yi slapped out his palm and directly slapped Ye Jian's blood sword. He suddenly became extremely powerful, changing the trajectory of the blood sword and shifted out. At the same time, Zhang Yi slapped his left palm again, and a hidden palm was pushed towards Ye Jian in front of him.

Puff~!

The sound of a puff was made. Zhang Yi's palm only swept away the figure of Ye Jian in the middle, and the light blue palm print collided towards the light curtain supported by the five core disciples, and then burst out with a bang, and the light curtain swayed.

Seeing this, Mu Bingyun immediately became in a daze and appeared directly in front of the light curtain. He slowly raised his crystal jade palm and gently pressed it on the light curtain. In an instant, the temperature of the entire space dropped sharply, and a layer of ice emerged on the ground. The light curtain, which was originally swaying, seemed to be frozen after a swaying, and its solidity increased several times.

“So strong!”

Ye Jian's pupils shrank slightly and he thought to himself, while Zhang Yi, who was opposite him, looked happy. When he looked at Ye Jian, his eyes were filled with an incomprehensible look.

"Boy, let you see the difference between core disciples and inner disciples!" Zhang Yi shouted immediately, and his true energy suddenly ejaculated all over his body. Then his whole body shot directly towards Ye Jian, poked out his right palm and printed it on Ye Jian with a palm.

Zhang Yishu didn't know that he had gone less, and Ye Jian also went less. The true energy in his body was like a stream breaking through ice, surging rivers, wandering between the meridian maps.

The mutual spiral of the sword and the true qi suddenly made the blood sword blue, and then an arc-shaped crescent moon appeared, rotating rapidly, and the sound of air being cut was heard around it.

"What a great move, what kind of martial arts is this?" Someone exclaimed immediately among the core disciples watching.

"I don't know, it seems that this sect does not have such power as that sword skill." A core disciple frowned.

"Sister Pastor, do you know?" Finally, someone asked Mu Bingyun in white.

Mu Bingyun frowned and looked at Ye Jian with a puzzled look on his face. After a while, he said: "If I guess correctly, this should be the ninth style of the ninth style of the pure sword - Leng Yue Jie Killing."

I have to say that Mu Bingyun's knowledge is far beyond ordinary people, and he actually recognized Ye Jian's moves at a glance. You must know that the Nine Sword Styles are a martial art that no one cares about when thrown on the bookshelf. Mu Bingyun actually knows it.

"I didn't expect it was the ninth stance of the pure sword."

"Didn't this sword skill be incomplete and it is impossible to successfully practice it?"

"I didn't expect that the last move of the nine-style pure sword move was so powerful."

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For a moment, the core disciples were amazed.
Chapter completed!