Cultivation starts from crossing three years

"Void drawing talisman, sword-drawing technique that contains sword intent... In today's battle, the reputation of these two people must be small, if not famous, and their fame has spread to outsiders!"

"Yeah, it's not as good as the top ten outside sects of the Yunshui Sect, but it's also an outstanding rising star in this session!"

Passers-by under the stage gasped in amazement.

More low-ranking monks were even more horrified by the shocking methods the two of them used in the arena, their faces were pale and their eyes were dazed!

It turns out that a high-level monk with Lingyuan can be so strong!

Under the power of destroying heaven and earth, no matter how many low-level monks there are, they may not come and die in groups.

Especially scary!

At the same time,

Among the monks who belonged to the eleventh group, two of the outer disciples who had just entered the Ninth Layer of Lingyuan looked at each other with horror in their eyes.

Unexpectedly, among the disciples of the eighth level of Lingyuan,

There is such a ferocious person!

If it was a fight against him by himself, and the guy named Zhang Qingyuan suddenly slashed out with a sword, how could he be able to resist this kind of speed and power? !

I'm afraid it's not going to capsize in the gutter!

Fortunately, this fight between dragons and tigers finally revealed the cards of these two guys, and they will care about it when they meet again.

The outer disciples in the same group around,

When looking at Zhang Qingyuan aside, there was also respect in his eyes.

In this world, strength is respected.

When Zhang Qingyuan showed his strength at the ruling level, he naturally gained the respect of everyone around him.

at the same time,

on the high platform.

"This disciple, let's join my Xuanshui lineage."

A young man in Xuanyi Daoist robe with an easy-going face and a smile on his face suddenly spoke.

The indifferent young man with the sword on his back frowned,

But I heard the man in Xuanyi Daoist robe say:

"That kid practiced the Water Yuanjue, and what he comprehended was the sword intent of water. It fits perfectly with my Xuanshui lineage. This time, I won't choose any of them in the outer sect competition. Brother Ouyang, you What do you think?"

Chapter 111 Zhang Changyang's Shock

"Hehehe... Among the top ten talents of the outer sect this year, none of them have a kung fu technique that matches your Xuanshui lineage. Brother Jiang, you are really good at calculating."

The cool and pleasant voice reverberated for a while, and she saw a hazy white gauze covering her side, and the female cultivator with a good figure laughed out loud.

"Hmph, I don't care if they are suitable or not, anyway, my Xuanshui lineage has a place for the first round of selection."

The monk in the black Taoist robe hummed authentically, appearing quite casual.

"Give me the first round of your Xuanshui lineage."

At this time, the indifferent young swordsman surnamed Ouyang suddenly spoke.

"Okay, but your second round of quotas must also be given to our Xuanshui lineage."

The cultivator in Taoist robes in Xuanyi did not hesitate at all, and directly agreed, but at the same time, he also put forward a condition for compensation.

heard,

The indifferent young swordsman didn't speak, but closed his eyes.

Close your eyes and rest your mind.

It is tacit consent.

"Tsk!"

The female nun let out a contemptuous tut and turned her head away, as if she didn't like this kind of dirty behind-the-scenes transaction.

Expand your spiritual consciousness, continue to observe the situation on the ring in other places, and search for those disciples who have performed well.

Those who are on the high platform at this time are not the high-level monks of the sect who are at least the sub-vein masters.

The reason why they appeared here was naturally to take advantage of the opportunity of the outer sect competition to observe carefully and select talents for their own peaks, so as to supplement the strength and background of the inner sects.

The words and conversations of the various vein masters on the top,

No one knows the people below.

At this time, the passers-by around were still amazed at the strength shown in this battle.

Whether it is Yang Wenqian or Zhang Qingyuan,

Their realm is not top-notch, and the cultivation base of the eighth level of Lingyuan can only be regarded as first-class level among the disciples of tens of thousands of other courtyards, but it can only be like that in front of hundreds of nine levels of Lingyuan.

However, the realm of cultivation is not as high as that of Lingyuan Jiuzhong.

But the methods of the two, whether it is Zhang Qingyuan's sword-drawing technique that contains the artistic conception of martial arts, or Yang Wenqian's method of talisman cultivation from the void, are all levels of strength that even the ninth level of Lingyuan can hardly reach!

This kind of proficiency in martial arts or talisman practice is not something ordinary people can achieve.

If it was only among the monks who had cultivated at the eighth level of Lingyuan, then the two of them deserved to be the first-class at the pinnacle!

The other monks with the eighth level of spiritual energy, who can beat the two of them, will definitely not exceed the number of five fingers!

Such a high-level battle really shocked the eyes of many people.

And among these people,

A half-baked middle-aged man fixed his eyes on Zhang Qingyuan on the ring, his eyes widened, his mouth opened, and when he was impulsive, he unconsciously pulled out almost all the beards under his chin!

"That's really... Zhang Qingyuan?!!!"

This person is the person in charge of the Huainan Zhang family who came to cheer for his family's children to participate in the competition.

The Thirteenth Elder, Zhang Changyang!

The time is today.

Not long ago, Zhang Huaiyu, the seed Zhang Huaiyu who most hoped to be able to enter the inner sect of Huainan Zhang family, also participated in the duel in the arena where life and death were determined in the first battle.

It's just that Zhang Huaiyu met an opponent in the late stage of the eighth level of Lingyuan in the ring, and his luck finally stopped here. After a big battle, he was defeated and stopped in front of the gate of the semi-finals.

Although expected, everyone in the Zhang family was slightly disappointed.

However, Zhang Huaiyu has only been a student for three years, and there are two more opportunities in the future, a total of six years. It is not difficult to enter Jiuzhong before the end of the ten-year period.

Once you step into the Ninth Layer of Lingyuan, then entering the inner door is basically a sure thing.

At most it just took a little more time.

Therefore, Zhang Changyang didn't criticize too much for this, and after a few words of comfort, he asked everyone in the Zhang family to send the injured Zhang Huaiyu back.

Having said that,

But it is inevitable to be a little disappointed in the heart. This year's outer sect competition Zhang family has no results.

In a bad mood, Zhang Changyang forced himself to talk with some family forces around him with a smile on the topic, win over feelings, expand family connections, etc., and then left.

Get ready to relax on the Dabi.

Since Zhang Huaiyu participated in the big competition, Zhang Changyang and the monks of the Zhang family basically stayed next to Zhang Huaiyu's group, cheering him on, collecting information on other opponents, and formulating strategies against the enemy.

The opening of the Outer Sect Grand Competition has been due to the existence of Zhang Huaiyu.

Zhang Changyang and the rest of the Zhang family haven't visited other arenas or watched battles in other places.

Now that Zhang Huaiyu has been defeated, with his cultivation base at the eighth level of Lingyuan, the chances of him being able to achieve something in the more tragic resurrection match are very low.

Can only wait for the next session.

Knowing this, Zhang Changyang, who had put down his burden, still had time, so he simply prepared to walk around the huge Yunshuizong Square, admiring the battles in other arenas.

After walking through several huge arenas and observing several battles leisurely,

Zhang Changyang suddenly heard a voice.

"No. 72 Zhang Qingyuan vs. No. 110 No. [-] Yang Wenqian!"

Zhang Changyang hadn't noticed before,

But after taking two steps, there was a sudden flash in my mind.

Zhang Qingyuan?

Isn't that the name of the kid he was talking about before? After the banquet before, he still wanted to talk to that kid and comfort him.

I heard the name here.

is the same person,

Or the same name?

A thought suddenly flashed through my mind.

"Heh, how could it be that kid, you must be crazy!"

After a little rational thinking, Zhang Changyang couldn't help laughing at himself.

This must be a monk with the same name and surname, how could it be that humble junior of their Zhang family?

I want to go crazy, I want to go crazy!

Zhang Huaiyu didn't even make it to the finals, how could it be possible for that branch child who has no family and no background support!

This is absolutely impossible!

Although it is impossible to think so.

But Zhang Changyang still turned his body around very honestly, and walked in the direction of the ring from which the voice came from earlier.

"Same name and surname, and I don't know whose family it is. It's good to go and have a look."

Zhang Changyang comforted himself like this.

Squeezing through the crowds, he finally came to the arena, a hundred feet away, with his eyesight at the late stage of the Ninth Layer of Lingyuan, he could naturally see two figures on the ring hundreds of feet away.

I didn't pay much attention to it before, but I was a little impatient with the squeeze of the crowd around me.

however,

When he saw the face of that figure on the ring,

Zhang Changyang was shocked as if he had been hit by a thunderbolt.

The eyes widened, almost popping out the eyeballs, and the whole person froze there suddenly.

"Zhang, Zhang, Zhang...Qing Yuan?!!!"

Although we haven't seen each other for three years,

That day's youthful face also became slightly mature, and it looked more mature and masculine, but it was indeed that child!

Zhang Changyang thought he was wrong,

So he rubbed his eyes, widened them vigorously, and leaned his neck forward to look.

at a glance,

eyes,

Three eyes!

It's still that slightly familiar face, it's the one who brought him to the mountain gate before, called Zhang Qingyuan, not bad! ! !

Chapter 112 Hesitation

"Bastard, don't squeeze!"

Regardless of the abuse from passers-by monks, Zhang Changyang squeezed forward directly, keeping his eyes on the ring.

Originally, he squeezed out from the surrounding crowd and audience in a bit of embarrassment, and stroked his beard habitually, intending to pretend that nothing had happened amidst the angry abuse around him.

As a result, the battle on the arena broke out instantly,