After rebirth, I became a role model for thousands of people

These disciples are not bad in strength, and they are all very proud. They all think that they are the only ones who are worthy of Master Wu Nian's Chuyun Sword. They all felt that they were the pride of heaven, and they didn't care at all who Cheng Yaojin, like Qin Changyuan, who was killed in the middle, was.

Even if Qin Changyuan got the approval of "Wu Nian Daoist", there must be something wrong in the middle.

The crowd was noisy, but slowly, the scene gradually quieted down.

A tall and slender young man stepped out from the crowd. He was wearing a complicated and heavy robe, which was covered with a layer of warm and soft deerskin. Around his neck was a necklace strung with beast teeth. His skin was dark and his figure was strong.

Qin Changyuan's gaze paused for a moment, and finally landed on the falcon that had landed on the young man's shoulder.

Falcon's eyes were full of coldness.

The young man cupped his hands, and his voice was thick and sweet: "Lian Qizaichuan, Xijiang Academy, please enlighten me."

Hearing the word "Lianqi", Xiao Yi suddenly changed his relaxed state, slowly raised his eyelids behind him, and stared at him silently.

Qin Changyuan knew that he was destined to fight in a ring, and the young man in front of him was by no means mediocre. He restrained his smile, and rarely got serious: "This is your weapon?"

Lian Qizaichuan's expression remained unchanged: "I don't bring a weapon, Sanqing is my partner."

Qin Changyuan smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry, it's just that you are fighting me in the western border style, so you will suffer."

The sharp edge of the sword in his hand was bright and colorful, and he held the sword at a good angle, and the blade of the sword just reflected Lian Qi Zaichuan's calm face.

The people around held their breath, and chewed their tongues in a low voice: "I don't think this Qin Changyuan looks that powerful, don't be fooled by this Wu Nian real person."

"I think so. That's Lian Qi's family. Can the ones who are sent to the Xijiang Academy be poor? Today, Qin Changyuan will definitely not be able to keep the order of Chuyun."

Finally, a clear-headed person beside him interjected: "Qin Changyuan has already passed all the trials, and he should have been the winner of the trial of the Hanging Heaven Realm. Since Master Wu Nian recognized him, why do you want to fight him again? "

The person who spoke was a thin and small cultivator. His voice was a little timid, but he tried his best to keep calm and let himself speak clearly.

The two people who were talking about their excitement gave him a disdainful look, and said mockingly: "You didn't even pass the test, you quit halfway, what do you know, get out of here."

The minor cultivator was furious: "Qin Changyuan, do you know who Qin Changyuan is? He is a genius from the Central Continent Academy..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted directly: "Genius? Huh—there are too many geniuses in the five realms. If you see anyone who doesn't brag about his unprecedented aptitude, which one is not putting money on his face."

The little monk blushed with anger: "You...!"

The noise here has not stopped, but the duel over there has begun.

Even Qi Zaichuan's sharp whistle sounded suddenly, and Sanqing suddenly spread his wings. Even Qin Changyuan couldn't help showing his admiration.

Sanqing's feathers were shiny and smooth, his wings were three or four feet long, the shrill sound pierced the field, he fluttered his wings and glided, startling a small gust of wind.

Qin Chang longed for Sanqing's steel hook and sharp claws, and suddenly felt a little difficult.

He had no intention of hurting these disciples, and even less of Falcon, he just wanted to show his prestige and tell others to put an end to the idea of ​​using the Chuyun Order.

Sanqing suddenly launched an attack, and all the fallen feathers turned into thin blades, with the terrifying power of a line of throat sealing.

Xiao Yi said slowly from behind: "People from Xijiang are good at melee combat, especially the Lianqi family. You have to be careful with his fists."

Qin Changyuan responded casually, and in the next moment, Lian Qi Zaichuan's fist, carrying a howling wind, struck Qin Changyuan face to face.

His eyes were sharp, and he saw the steel gauntlets outside Lian Qizaichuan's fists at a glance.

Qin Changyuan sighed, stepped back abruptly, and kept his head away from the glove.

Even if you get hit in the face, you can't get hit.

Lian Qizaichuan was reluctant to let go, his fists carried the wind, and Sanqing, who was high above the sky, also sent out deadly feather blade attacks at Qin Changyuan from time to time. Qin Changyuan was a little embarrassed, but he also kept himself safe.

The people around who were waiting to see Qin Changyuan's jokes were even more arrogant, as if they had some deep hatred.

What impressed Qin Changyuan the most was that even though Lian Qi Zaichuan fought with his fists, he was brave and resourceful, advancing and retreating properly.

He was amazed, but the sword move in his hand became more and more merciless.

After more than ten rounds, Qin Changyuan put his sword back into its sheath, and Sanqing fell back on Lian Qizaichuan's shoulder. Lian Qizaichuan squatted on the ground, propped his body with his left fist, and made a small hole in the ground .

The scene was completely silent, and someone didn't understand what was going on, and asked uneasily, "What's going on? Why didn't you fight Lian Qi?"

Lian Qizaichuan wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hands, and said in a low tone as before: "I lost."

The disciples were in an uproar, and looked at Lian Qizaichuan in disbelief. Some even tinged with anger in their words: "Lian Qizaichuan, what are you doing? Give up before the fight is over?"

Xiao Yi silently raised his eyelids and glanced at the speaker, explaining not kindly: "He has exhausted his spiritual power, there is a gap in the spiritual platform, the wind of his fists is no longer stable, and his falcon has long been exhausted.

"Don't you see that he has no strength at all?"

Every disciple was like a quail whose head had been strangled, afraid to speak any more.Compared with Qin Changyuan, they were a little afraid of this young man who just stood with his arms folded, his expression indifferent from the beginning to the end, and he didn't say a word.

Qin Changyuan turned to look at him, and jokingly said, "Brother Xiao, when did you become so good-tempered and caring?"

Xiao Yi looked away and remained silent.

Qin Changyuan didn't have any complacent look on his face, and he commented on Lian Qizai Chuan as he said before: "You are very good, you are still young, you need to practice a lot, and you need to improve your endurance. For the time being, you don't need to practice new ones. Now, you are very good now. Far better than those who can only talk big and only attack people."

Lian Qizaichuan pursed his lips tightly, thanked him, listened to Qin Changyuan's words, savored them, and the spiritual power in his body instantly formed a vortex, rushing towards him. In just a few breaths, Lian Qizaichuan With a new understanding, the strength has improved a level.

People around felt this change, and their eyes were filled with envy. At the beginning, those disciples who looked down on Qin Changyuan regretted it, but they couldn't save themselves.

Some disciples couldn't sit still, they were about to stand up, and wanted to confront Qin Changyuan.

If they can gain strength in one duel, then they are willing!

But just when some people were eager to try, Qin Changyuan's eyes suddenly froze, and Xiao Yi subconsciously took a step forward, standing in front of Qin Changyuan, and said in a low voice, "Here we are."

The earth seemed to be howling and trembling. Countless giant hooves trampled on the ground, causing vibrations in the temple. Some people couldn't even stand still, and fell to the ground in an instant.

The sharp cry of wild beasts came from a distance, and there was a long cry, followed by the response of the herd.

Qin Changyuan wished to have fun while suffering: "Don't they come together as a nest?"

Xiao Yi was calm and composed, with the sword in his hand flickering: "It should be a herd of fourth-rank beasts. They have differentiated intelligence, so be careful in everything."

Qin Changyuan: "Tell me, is it because that group of people deliberately surrounded us with herds of beasts in order to drive us to extinction?"

Xiao Yi said: "I'm [-]% sure, it's true."

Qin Changyuan snorted. He looked at the disciples fleeing in a mess, and twitched the corners of his mouth: "These kids really haven't seen the world."

The spirit beasts rushing in the front row had already rushed into the temple. They were on a rampage. As soon as they entered the battlefield, they pierced a disciple's body with their sharp fangs. The disciple didn't even have time to dodge and died immediately.

Qin Changyuan's face was a little ugly. Just now he made a rough calculation, and there were only about two hundred disciples left in the secret realm before the trial. Once the spirit beasts make trouble, the number of disciples who were killed or injured may increase even more.

This spirit beast looks like a leopard, but its body is about the size of a lion and tiger. It is the most ferocious Zhaoyun leopard among spirit beasts. They surrounded the temple in groups, and the situation is very serious.

Seeing that the person who was talking to me just now died in an instant, every disciple's face was full of panic, they were afraid of dying in such a place, and those who had jade cards in their hands had already taken out the jade cards and crushed them impatiently , but the imaginary teleportation circle did not appear, and the mid-air was completely silent, causing their emotions to completely collapse. Some irrational people had already started running around, and they didn't even see Zhao Yunbao's bloody mouth.

Currently, the only effective combat power is Qin Changyuan and Xiao Yi.

Qin Changyuan looked at the scene in front of him with quite a headache. Zhaoyun Leopard was extremely ferocious and bloodthirsty. It is definitely not a good way to confront these ferocious beasts head-on. He saw that Xiao Yi rescued his disciples from Zhaoyun Leopard's mouth with ease. , he made a decisive decision, and the flame in his palm rushed out, burning the air, and drawing a neat and neat flame barrier.

Zhaoyun leopards are afraid of fire, and when they saw the burning flame, they retreated one after another.

Qin Changyuan grinned instantly, as long as there is something to be afraid of.

In the next moment, Chu Yunling burst out with supreme brilliance in his hands.

The light was dazzling and incomparable, Xiao Yi closed his eyes instantly, and he was used to poor eyesight, so the light had no effect on him. His Zhaoyun Leopard.

Qin Changyuan held the radiant Chuyun Token in his hand, and his face was bathed in the clear light, looking sacred and majestic.

"Hatsuyun Order is here, be quiet!"

The disciples had no backbone, at the beginning they only knew how to run around, and gave Zhaoyun Leopard a lot of rations, Xiao Yi and Qin Changyuan could never save them, but Qin Changyuan's sound at this moment not only shocked the disciples , and even made Zhaoyun Leopard blank for a moment.

This ferocious beast is afraid of open flames and bright lights.

The sun is setting, and this night is destined to have a tough battle to fight.

Even though Chu Yunling had shocked most of the disciples, there were still some who disobeyed Qin Changyuan's order, and even looked at the disciples who stood there blankly with ignorance and pity.

But in the blink of an eye, their eyes lost their focus, blood spurted out, and Qiqi was killed by Zhaoyunbao.

Qin Changyuan frowned: "Seeing Chu Yunling is like seeing the real Wu Nian, come to me quickly!"

Some disciples are still hesitating: "Come to your side, can we keep our lives safe?"

Qin Changyuan sneered: "At least I won't let you die without a whole body."

He opened a gap in the barrier, led his disciples to the barrier, and then flew to Xiao Yi's side to cover the disciples.

However, at this very moment, he suddenly became uneasy, his heart palpitations were severe, and he was keenly aware of a trace of evil spirit.

He looked up in astonishment, but saw nothing.

He is all too familiar with this demonic aura, which belongs to his "old friend" Emperor Qing.

The author has something to say: Thank you little angels! 【bow