Fantasy: My Disciples Are All Protagonist Templates

"Brother Lin Rushi is such a big gamble! This swordsmanship is no less than Abi Hell. Now you take him out as a bet. If you people from the Lin family know about it, are you going to trouble me, Chen Ge?"

Chen Ge waved his hand, pretending to evade, "No, no."

"Brother Chen Ge, you don't need to worry. You have quelled my brother's inner demons with a few words. You are kind to my Lin family. Even if I teach you a sword art without authorization, the old things in the family can't control it."

Lin Rushi swears that Lin Jian is a swordsman who is rarely seen in a hundred years in the Lin family. The family has devoted all the dowry gifts to cultivate it, so it can be regarded as high hopes.

In the future, all the old guys who led the Lin family died, and they planned to give way to Lin Jian.

Who knew that when Lin Jian was discussing swords on the stage of the Great Wilderness God Realm, Lin Jian was defeated by a single sword. Since then, he has also left a demon in his heart, which caused his frightening swordsmanship to continue to decline.

Chen Ge pulled Lin Jian back by mistake, and he was indeed the great benefactor of the Lin family.

Even if Lin Rushi loses and spreads out a sword technique, Lin Rushi is willing to bear the consequences of any consequences.

"Really?" Chen Ge raised his eyebrows, waiting for Lin Rushi's words.

"Naturally, as brother Chen Ge said, a gentleman's words are hard to follow. I, Lin Rushi, am also a man with a mouthful of hair, so how can I brag?" Lin Rushi said in a deep voice.

"Okay, I'll take this sword as a bet." Chen Geer flipped his palm, and a Seven Star Sword appeared in his hand.

call out!
He raised his hand and shot a sword light towards the sky, only to see an extremely gorgeous sword light soaring into the sky immediately.

This sword also triggered the changes in the general trend of the world, and the entire sky changed again and again, sometimes twisting, sometimes trembling.

It was the sword holding Tianhua!

"Good swordsmanship!" Lin Rushi's eyes lit up. He had planned to let Chen Ge come up with a random sword art and forget it. After all, their Lin family still owes Chen Ge a kindness, and Lin Jian's inner demon is suppressed by this son's few words of.

But who knows, Chen Ge is really willing to take out a good sword art as collateral.

"Empty, let's begin!"

Chen Ge stared straight at Monk Kongkong who was acting as the referee on the ring, and said in a deep voice.

Monk Kong Kong has a good cultivation base. Under the cover of spiritual consciousness, the conversation between Chen Ge and Lin Jian was naturally heard, and two extremely terrifying sword moves shot up into the sky one after another, attracting attention.

He is not a fool. Seeing that his boss was going to bet against Lin Rushi, he would naturally not start before Chen Ge asked him to start.

"Huaying Pavilion, Fang Ming, the fifth stage of the Nascent Soul Stage."

Fang Ming of Huaying Pavilion had piercing eyes, staring straight at the blood-seeking monk in front of him, with a calm expression, as if he had a plan in mind.

He must win this competition.

He also heard the conversation between Chen Ge and Lin Rushi just now. The two masters are betting on them. If he behaves well, he will not only be able to show his skills and demonstrate the strength of their Huaying Pavilion.

And no matter what, he can please the other party.

It's a sure win!

The two sects who competed just now did not encounter such a good thing.

"Looking for Blood Sect, Tang Ling, the Fifth Stage of Nascent Soul Stage, please enlighten me."

Tang Ling was imposing, and his eyes were also fixed on Fang Ming, without any fear. The two sides just looked at each other, and the whole ring was full of gunpowder.

"All ready, the competition begins!"

Following Monk Kong's loud shout, Fang Ming and Tang Ling stepped forward, and their figures disappeared at the same time. When they reappeared, they were already entangled with each other in a strange way.

"Brother Chen Ge, the competition has begun, who do you think has a better chance of winning?" Lin Rushi asked with a smile.

"Blood Seeker!"

Chen Ge said with certainty that both monks were at the fifth stage of the Nascent Soul Stage, and the monks of the Blood Seeker Sect were too domineering and extremely good at fierce battles.

In this small space on the arena, it is far from being comparable to the monks of the Huaying Pavilion. Even the monks of the Blood Seeking Sect can procrastinate longer than the monks of the Huaying Pavilion.

The most important thing is that in the competition, you cannot use magic weapons and spiritual weapons, which are extremely lethal.

In this way, the blood-seeking sect's ability to fight fiercely gradually became apparent. After all, they were full of blood, and they used blood to eat, relying on a strong line.

Its durability is naturally stronger than that of Huaying Pavilion.

"Since this is the case, then I can only hope that the monks of Huaying Pavilion will win!"

Lin Rushi said lightly, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, then reached out and grabbed a spiritual fruit, and ate it on his own.

In fact, it doesn't matter to him who wins and who loses. If he loses, he can go along with the situation and give Chen Ge a favor.

If he wins, he can still earn Chen Ge a sword art, why not do it?
"Everyone, did you hear that? Sect Master Chen Ge is betting against Lin Rushi, and Sect Master Chen Ge is betting that the cultivators from the Blood Sect will win. What do you think?"

"Hmph! That's needless to say? The cultivators of the Blood-seeking Sect must be better. Chen Ge can defeat even a great cultivator like Taiyi Wangchen, so his vision should be right."

"I don't think so. Don't forget that the competition between the two monks of Tianyuan Sword Sect and Mingjianzong just now is a bit similar to this competition. Tianyuan Jianmen took the strong route, while Mingjianzong took the light and agile route." , the final winner is Ming Jianzong."

"It makes sense..."

……

The betting between Chen Ge and Lin Ru spread to the ears of the monks present without accident, and they couldn't help talking about it.

After all, they are all monks with extraordinary cultivation, and their spiritual consciousness covers the entire Tianwu Peak, which is more than enough.

Tread-tap-

At this moment, a figure frantically flitted across the arena. During the period of shape-shifting, it was as fast as a shadow, and it could attack the opponent with ease.

This figure is Fang Ming of Huaying Pavilion.

"Tang Ling, have you forgotten how the Tianyuan Sword Sect was defeated just now? In this narrow arena, whoever is faster will have the initiative to attack!"

"You admit defeat!"

After the words fell, Fang Ming's figure appeared behind Tang Ling, kicked him out, and then disappeared again.

The rolling spiritual power contained in this foot was extremely heavy, and it landed directly on Tang Ling's back, leaving a shocking scar on it.

Fortunately, Xun Xuezong's practice skills are extremely good. I saw Tang Ling's majestic blood rushing out of his body, wrapping himself up again in an instant, and quickly healing his injuries.

To put it simply, if Tang Ling can't be dealt a fatal blow, this guy will be able to spend forever.

"Hehe, it seems that Sect Master Chen Ge's vision is not that good. This Tang Ling is like a target. Facing the light and fast Fang Ming, there is nothing he can do."

"Tsk tsk tsk, the sword that Sect Master Chen Ge suddenly attacked just now must have been a sword formula of the supernatural level! I will teach Yu Lin Rushi soon..."

"Ham, it's a pity, I am also a sword repairer, if you pass that sword to me..."