The Villain's White Lotus Halo

Big waves wash the sand, Zhehua will enter the second round, and the number of disciples has been reduced by half.Some stayed behind closed doors to recuperate their injuries, some were sorting out their insights from the last round of battle, and some small sects had already left Yecheng because none of their disciples entered the second round.

There are fewer disciples participating in the competition, but there are no fewer people in Yecheng.

Many people come here.

The senior strongman wanted to see how far the young people in the practice world can reach.Has the "age of stars" predicted by Mr. Zhang Yuan come?

In order to encourage the disciples of their own sect, the fellow contestants who have participated in the flower-folding meeting before will come to tell the juniors about their combat experience.

On this day, the sun was scorching hot and the heat was pressing.

A group of practitioners in cyan robes came to Yecheng.

They are neither to watch the competition, nor to encourage fellow students.

They're here to meet people.

"That Yin Biyue, is this a bye?"

The interrogator wiped his sword before the case.

The sword was very long, and the blade was pitch-black. Even the dazzling sunlight from outside the window seemed to be sucked in, and it couldn't reflect any brilliance.

Not only the sword, but also the person who wiped the sword.He sat by the window, so the daylight receded.

Although he was asking a question, his expression was indifferent, and he didn't give a single glance to the person next to him.

"Yes, senior brother." He Lai was already able to get out of bed, and his injuries were almost healed, and he stood by the desk with a very respectful expression.

The young man who asked the question didn't speak anymore, his eyes still fell on the sword.

After a long time, how long has it been since he couldn't bear the invisible pressure around him, cold sweat dripped down his back.

The youth spoke,

"That's the end of the matter. Practice your sword well in the future, don't come out and be ashamed."

He Lai was overjoyed, lifted up his clothes and bowed,

"Yes! Thank you, senior brother! Thank you, senior brother!"

He knew that when the other party said 'let's go here', he didn't mean to forget it, but he had agreed to take action to solve it, so he came here.

The young man waved his hand and said lightly, "Go down."

He Lai retracted his sleeves, saluted and exited.

After he went out, the leader of Pu Zong approached, stopped at the distance of the ceremony, and asked in a low voice, "Have you decided to make a move?"

According to seniority, such a situation is extremely absurd.

But in Bao Pu Zong, no one dares to feel wrong.

The young man frowned slightly, he knew the meaning of this question.It was nothing more than scruples about the Juggernaut and advised him not to kill him.

So he said, "I'm not going to kill him."

The elder holding Pu Zong breathed a sigh of relief, all the wrinkles on his face stretched out, and he left silently.

The youth is still wiping his sword.

He said he couldn't kill him, and it was true.

However, severe injuries, disabilities, and severed meridians are not considered dead hands.

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The second round of the Flower Folding Fair has started, and there are two things that are most widely circulated in Yecheng.

One is that Fengfengjian and the disciples of the Juggernaut meet on a narrow road and invite everyone to fight.

Because the two parties involved were taken back by fellow seniors, this matter did not come to fruition, but everyone believed that Zhong Shan and Yin Biyue would eventually fight.It's a pity that Yin Biyue has a bye this time, which is really regrettable.

In contrast, the second news makes people feel chills.Because it is said that someone met Zheng Wei, who was ranked second among the 'Baopu Seven Sons' at Xinshui Bridge in the north of the city.

The veracity of this rumor is very doubtful, and many people do not believe that Zheng Wei will come out of the mountain because of watching a flower folding.

If he does come, what does he want to do?Did he want to kill again?

But this is Yecheng, does he really want to challenge the prestige of the city lord?

No matter who came or didn't come, so far, the folding festival is going on in an orderly manner.

The second round of competition was even more exciting, intense and thrilling.For the convenience of watching the battle, only two of the original four arenas were opened.So the process of the competition slowed down to a great extent.

Without the time limit and draw rules, two people who are equal can sometimes fight from early morning to sunset until the winner is decided.

In such a fierce competition, the competition between Luo Mingchuan and Xingshan Temple Puhong was very different.

According to those who watched the battle, Cang Ya's first disciple didn't use a sword, nor did he use a whip anymore. Instead, he used a body technique and a palm technique to defeat the long-established Mercy Palm of Xingshan Temple.In the middle of the fight, the two stopped at the same time and talked about Buddhism.

The people in the audience heard the cloud and mist, but they didn't know why.

It sounds absurd that the disciples of Cangya Mountain and the Buddhas of Xingshan Temple practice and discuss Buddhism.But at sunset, Puhong suddenly smiled, admitted defeat, and stepped down.

Yin Biyue did not see this wonderful Buddhist debate.

Because he was sitting at the critical point of self-viewing, and had entered a certain mysterious realm.

He closed his eyes in the room and focused on the outside world. He could see the lines of the sapphire table, the falling petals of the magnolia in the courtyard, the sparkling autumn lake, and the thousands of mansions and the busy Yecheng City. .

Looking back at the body, one can see the beating of the heart, the movement of the true essence and the flow of blood.

Not with the eyes.

What the eyes see may not be the truth.

He sees with his soul, so there is nothing to hide.

He felt the true energy in his meridians rushing past, like a great river about to split mountains and rocks, with a bone-chilling chill.For the first time in his life, the chill did not bring pain, but gave him a feeling of coolness and relief.

He guides them, guides the true essence to flow into the Youfu, just like thousands of rivers end up in the sea.

In an instant, there was an illusion that heaven and earth merged with itself.

However, is the vast sea the end?

This was Yin Biyue's fourth day behind closed doors.

The temperature in the courtyard has dropped to autumn, and a thin layer of frost has accumulated on the stone slabs. The magnolias cannot bear the cold erosion and fall all over the ground.

When the cold wind blows, it is like a thousand piles of snow waves hitting the shore.

Luo Mingchuan stood under the tree, with a calm expression, "Sit down and look at yourself, the younger brother is about to break the barrier."

Duan Chongxuan said solemnly, "It's a pity that I have to go to a competition now, so I'll leave it to you, Fourth Senior Brother."

Luo Mingchuan nodded, his gaze firm.

However, his fists were clenched tightly under his sleeves, and his palms were already covered with cold sweat.

He knew that it was a critical moment for his junior brother to break the barrier, and he couldn't tolerate any mistakes.

Most of Cangya Mountain's disciples were already watching the battle under the arena. There was no one practicing swords by the autumn lake, and there was no sound of people in each courtyard, it was empty and lonely.

After Duan Chongxuan left, Luo Mingchuan was the only one left in the courtyard closest to Linhu.

Not only autumn frost and falling flowers, but also Luo Mingchuan's wide sleeves swayed slightly in the wind.

The summer heat wave blows here, and suddenly it becomes a bleak autumn wind.

The chill was getting heavier and heavier, and there were even wisps of sword energy floating in it, and it was the sword intent of the cold water sword that began to overflow.

Luo Mingchuan's heart sank, junior brother using a sword?

Could it be that he encountered shackles while breaking barriers?

Yin Biyue frowned slightly.

Youfu is the sea, but it is not the end.

To break the barrier is to break the barrier of the heart, so we must see our original mind.

So his consciousness floated on the sea, and this was the first time he saw the sea in his body.

He knew that every practitioner would have his own 'sea' after breaking through the state of concentration.The true energy of the whole body is stored here, flows to every meridian, circulates for a week, and then flows into the sea.

As long as life is endless, the sea will never dry up.And only when the barrier is broken, the sea can be 'seen'.

At this time, his sea was covered with white mist, covering the sky and the sun.He wanted to see everything clearly, but he was powerless, as if he was not the master of the sea.

He didn't go through painful and difficult Qi training, marrow cutting, and concentration.

He didn't know why the Juggernaut accepted him as a disciple, why the master wanted to kill Luo Mingchuan, or even...why did he want to be a villain in the first place?

Too much confusion, too much confusion.

The heart barrier is not broken, so the fog remains.

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The weather outside the hospital was extremely hot, and the whole Yecheng was like a huge steamer, and people who were steaming could not breathe.

Suddenly the sky became overcast, and the wind came from all directions, overwhelming the sky.Roll up the wine signs and lanterns in the small building, roll up the thin clothes that people in the courtyard hang on the bamboo poles, roll up the tobacco flying ten miles outside the autumn lake in the south of the city.

Someone pushed open the window and yelled, "It's going to rain! - Go home and close the window to collect your clothes!"

As soon as the words fell, thunder and explosions came from the distant wilderness!The long street, which was noisy just now, was instantly empty.

The summer rain in the southern land is as swift as a dragon.The thunder continued, and the big raindrops slammed down, causing dust to fly.The curtain of rain soon became one piece after another, enveloping the entire Yecheng in the wind and rain.

Taking the gust of wind, thunder and lightning as the momentum, it sends forth a shrill and horrific blow that washes away the world.

Across the curtain of rain, both sides greeted each other on the stage.

The disciples in the audience had a thin layer of real energy circulating around them, blocking the rain.

As for the stands to the east, the ground wasn't even wet.

Duan Chongxuan on the stage saluted, "Please enlighten me."

But Xu Guang asked, "I heard that the burning talisman is made of fire from the sky, and the rain will not invade it. Is this true?"

Duan Chongxuan was taken aback for a moment, he thought the other party was simply curious, so he replied sincerely, "Yes."

Xu Guang directly turned his head and shouted to the deacon disciple, "I surrender!——"

Duan Chongxuan was completely stunned, because...he never thought of using talisman paper.

After Xu Guang stepped down, he said to Lian Jian's disciples beside him, "Anyway, I was lucky enough to pass the first round. I'm going to let those of the Qinglu Sword Sect regard honor as their life if I meet someone who doesn't know how many talismans they have. Go fight."

The disciple showed a sympathetic look, "Actually, even if you win the fight, can the senior sisters let you go?"

Xu Guang looked at the seniors and seniors who were looking at the arena with bright eyes, thought about it carefully, and thought it made sense.

Duan Chongxuan bowed his hands to the audience, turned around and rushed towards Qiuhu.

The heavy rain fell on the autumn lake, causing thousands of ripples, and groups of green and red carps floated up.The gray tile roofs of the courtyards by the lake are misty, like a layer of green smoke.

Rainwater dripped down the eaves, forming beads and hitting the stone steps in front of the house.Falling into this courtyard, it becomes the chilling autumn rain.

Autumn wind and autumn rain are sad.

However, at this time, it was not Qiu Yu who was killing people, but the murderous intent behind the rain curtain.

Luo Mingchuan's hand had already grasped the hilt of the sword.

He seldom holds a sword on weekdays, but this movement is smooth and natural.

His gaze was fixed on the eaves opposite, where there stood a man with a long sword in blue and a palpitating indifference.

Avoid the wind and rain, and you can't get three feet in front of him.

No one could see how he got here, it seemed that in the blink of an eye, he appeared there out of thin air.

Yin Biyue used to set up the formation in the courtyard, and the sound of tearing the formation flags could be heard everywhere, mixed with the sound of wind and rain, which was particularly shrill and piercing.

An aura of silence and death enveloped the entire courtyard.

If he hadn't killed thousands of people, it would be impossible to have such a solid killing intent.

Luo Mingchuan saw his Taoist robe and sword, and also recognized this person, Zheng Wei.

So he no longer took the sword.

Because the sword he stabbed at Zheng Wei couldn't be faster than Zheng Wei who was standing on the eaves stabbing the people inside.

There are only juniors in the room who are breaking barriers.

In the year when Zheng Wei became famous, there was no such thing as the "Seven Sons of Baopu".Even two of Baopu's seven sons hadn't been born yet.

Different from becoming famous through cultivation or competing with others, Zheng Wei became famous through killing people.

As a result, many people came to a consensus that Zheng Wei's hobby was not practicing swordsmanship, but killing people.

The person standing on the eaves has distant eyes, as if he is watching the lake and the rain.

Because in his eyes, whether it is Luo Mingchuan who is breaking the barrier, Yin Biyue who is breaking the barrier in the room, or even Duan Chongxuan who is struggling outside the courtyard wall, they are all like mayflies and ants, ready to be killed at any time.It's not worth watching.

It's better to look at the lake water and the wind and rain.

Before Duan Chongxuan approached the autumn lake, he felt the killing intent that was as silent as the sea.

He started to run towards the small courtyard, passing through the heavy rain curtain, splashing countless pools of water, but was blocked outside the courtyard wall.

Invisible strength sealed this place, and he wanted to go further, but he couldn't lift his legs, as if a mountain was pressing on his body.

Without hesitation, he held up a paper umbrella.

Opening an umbrella at this time is naturally not for shelter from the rain.

The mountain turned into a boulder weighing more than a thousand catties, and Duan Chongxuan staggered forward under the umbrella.

He guessed who was on the eaves, not to mention his current cultivation level of Concentrating Mind, even if a random Hinayana beginner came, he would want to retreat three feet.

But he couldn't retreat because his senior brother was still inside.

Duan Chongxuan wanted to take the sword, but the hand in his sleeve was empty.For the first time in his life, he regretted that he was not diligent in his practice.

Because he discovered that Zheng Wei is useless with any sword at present.

So he held the umbrella in one hand and raised an arrow in the other.

But he knew in his heart that with his current cultivation base, this arrow could penetrate the wall and energy barrier in front of him, but it might not be able to get close to that person.

Until now, he finally agreed with what his father said, "Although a magic soldier is good, he must have a mission."

The heavy rain got worse, and the thunder resounded across the wilderness.

Yin Biyue, who was already in the room without me and no one, could not feel the wind and rain, but could feel the killing intent.Like a steel needle, piercing through the roof, it was unparalleled in sharpness, and landed precisely behind him.

The edge is on the back, but there is no way to retreat.

It's not just him, under Guang Yulan, outside the courtyard wall, there is also no way to retreat in the stormy sky.

The people on the eaves recognized the umbrella and the arrow in Duan Chongxuan's hands, raised their brows slightly, and still had no ripples in their eyes.

He didn't think it was a kind of bravery to dare to take the arrow at this time, on the contrary, he thought it was stupid.

Mayflies and ants, knowing that they can't do it, are always in vain.

Luo Mingchuan no longer held the sword, but he looked at Zheng Wei.

The color of the pupils gradually changed from warm amber to black as deep as an abyss, strange but natural.

If Yin Biyue was here, he would recognize this as the Jialan pupil technique.

Eyes are always faster than swords.

Yin Biyue knew that the best way now was to give up breaking the barrier.

But he didn't want that.

He didn't want to pay attention to the mysteries in the open and in the dark, he didn't want to know the answers to those questions, and he didn't even want to care about that sharp killing intent.

He just wants to live well in this world.He wants to have power.

So he drew his sword and slashed straight!

If the fog persists, how can we break through barriers?

Since you can't see through it, you have to cut it through!

He was still sitting on the futon and closed his eyes, but on that piece of sea, the Yihu sword had been unsheathed sadly!

At the same moment, Luo Mingchuan and Duan Chongxuan felt the air in the room surge, and the cold water and sword intent poured out.

There is only one step left to break the barrier.

If the people on the eaves want to make a move, this is the best moment!

The color of Luo Mingchuan's pupils has completely turned into dull black, and the true energy on Duan Chongxuan's arrow has also overflowed.

However, in an instant, the world was silent for a moment.

The figure on the eaves glanced towards the south of the city, frowned slightly, and then disappeared into the rain curtain out of thin air.

The cold killing intent also dissipated like the ebb tide of the sea without a trace.

The roof tiles he stood on were quickly wet by the rain.

The entire yard seemed to have never seen anything except wind and rain.

Luo Mingchuan's tense spirit suddenly relaxed, and he staggered two steps before standing still.

Facing the overwhelming coercion of the Hinayana realm without retreating, in the eyes of many people, it is already inconceivable.

Duan Chongxuan outside the courtyard wall let out a long sigh of relief, unable to hold on any longer, he leaned on the wall and sat in the muddy water.

The paper umbrella was slumped aside.His forehead was wet with sweat and rain.

Zheng Wei appeared to be inexplicable, and he was also inexplicably gone.That's because with their current state, they still can't understand the confrontation above Hinayana.

Luo Mingchuan dared to relax because he noticed that when Zheng Wei left, he glanced in the direction of the City Lord's Mansion.

Yin Biyue's sword had already struck the sea.

The indomitable sword edge pierces the fog!

There is no wave in the blue sea, but there is a road in Yaotai.In an instant, the light is clear for thousands of miles!

His body became smooth and light, a strong wind suddenly picked up, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered, and as he breathed out and turned into true essence, it gurgled into the sea.The vast expanse of sea was filled with joyful waves, which more than doubled in size.

He calmly guided the flow of true essence in every inch of meridian until Heqing Haiyan.

Summer showers are the most hasty.From the beginning of the rain weakening to a complete stop, it was only half a cup of tea.

Shen Yunkai, evening sunshine.

The western sky reveals a clear light all over the sky, intertwined with water mist and haze, sprinkled on the world.

Yecheng gradually became lively, the shouts of hawkers sounded again, children stepped on the green bricks, and people moved round stools to sit on the side of the street, enjoying the long-lost coolness.

The Flower Folding Festival at the foot of Chongming Mountain ended the day's competition, and the disciples of various sects began to walk towards the city in a scattered manner.I lamented that this timely rain washed away the scorching heat that lasted for half a month.

By the autumn lake, Yin Biyue pushed the door out.

Luo Mingchuan stood under the tree, with shallow moors at his feet, and the hem of his robe was stained with frost.However, the smile is warm, like a spring breeze.

Duan Chongxuan was sitting under the tree panting for breath, when he saw him come out, he also laughed,

"Congratulations to the fourth brother for breaking the barrier."