lazy cat hits cute

In the blink of an eye, it was several months.

Zhang Qingyang's dragon catching technique has already achieved a small degree of success, and the dragon catching technique is not difficult to practice.It is difficult to deal with Qianjian Guiyi. Although he has a small amount of savings now, it is still far from enough to buy enough flying swords of the same level.

Another trouble came one after another: he felt that his dantian was "full", and could no longer accommodate excess spiritual power.Looking through "Qi Refining Jue", the reason is that he has already cultivated to the ninth level of Qi refining, how to break through the ninth level and cultivate to the perfection of Qi refining, the book is not detailed, only that everyone has their own opportunities.

There is another big event in front of him: the freshman exam is coming.

In short, the freshmen's big exam is to let all the disciples fight randomly and rank, and the [-] students who hang up will be kicked out of the Chonglingzong.

As the date of the freshmen's big exam approached, Baoqian Pavilion became more and more lively.

The elder guard guarded Zhang Qingyang out of the library, and asked him to clean up in a rude manner.

As a result, Zhang Qingyang gained more time to practice exercises, and he was still thinking about Feijian.

"Flying sword?" Wang Chaosheng frowned, "My family gave me a lot of flying swords, but the grades are different. I have a lot of spirit stones, how about I lend you the spirit stones?"

Zhang Qingyang hesitated for a moment, then shook his head: "Forget it." A large number of flying swords of the same level cannot be bought with money. It is possible outside the sect, but it is impossible to do it within a short time within the sect. The Chongling sect does not allow new disciples Feel free to leave the sect.

He turned his head to ask Ming Huang, and Ming Huang's answer was similar, but he reminded him: "Why do you have to use the flying sword? It's not a bad idea to use other things to replace some skills when you are not strong enough."

Zhang Qingyang felt that it sounded reasonable, but also felt that something was wrong: "This is... where did you hear it?"

Ming Huang frankly replied: "In "The Immortal Emperor of the Sword", when the protagonist is too poor to afford a good flying sword, he uses a wooden sword that is nourished by the soul instead. The power is much weaker, but it can be used anyway."

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"Don't look down on Tianyu Xiaosheng. Tianyu Xiaosheng is a monk. If he is not a monk, he can't write this kind of script. Moreover, in "The Immortal Emperor of the Sword", he also wrote his own perception of the way of swords. I tried it, and the effect is good. "

He showed a look of admiration: "Not only can he write scripts, but also has a deep research on the way of swordsmanship. I really want to meet this person."

……

Zhang Qingyang bid farewell to Ming Huang holding "The Immortal Emperor of the Heavenly Sword", and seriously considered the feasibility of replacing the flying sword with a wooden sword.

The conclusions drawn are not good. Even wooden swords need to be strong enough to withstand the drive of spiritual energy, and the output of this kind of wood in the heavy spirit sect is extremely low.

Going up to Baoqian Pavilion with a lot of worries, the elder brother guarding the door was dozing off in the same posture for thousands of years.

He thought about it, and the past shook him awake.

"What are you doing?!" The gatekeeper elder brother said angrily.

"Is there something that is hard enough to withstand the driving of spirit energy, and it is also very cheap?"

The big brother guarding the door yawned sleepily, and pointed to the broom in the corner: "Here, use it!"

Zhang Qingyang looked at the dirty broom for a long time, and tried to pull a fringe.Although the broom tassels are soft and bouncy, they are extremely tough, as if... it really works?

Since then, the disciples of Shangbaoqian Pavilion often saw a broom flying crookedly in the open space in front of the pavilion, rushing from left to right, quite regular, as if they were practicing swordsmanship, and the speed was not bad.It was regarded as a legend for a while.

They didn't know that this broom would become their nightmare in the future.

Freshman exam.

The area around the largest martial arts arena in Chuling Waigu was already surrounded by new disciples.On the martial arts arena, a green bamboo tube floated leisurely in the air, and on the field, Chief Waitu weakly read out the unchanging items of the big exam: no hidden weapons, no magic charms, no deadly blows to fellow disciples, no endless battles ...

After reading the items for the big exam, the chief executive waved his hand: "The big exam begins!"

As soon as the voice fell, the green bamboo tube rotated at a high speed, and two bamboo sticks were thrown up and down, and the written number: "No. 16 and No. 23!"

Zhang Qingyang was assigned the number 71.

The big broom on his back was too conspicuous, and many people had already cast curious eyes along the way. Whenever Zhang Qingyang looked back at them, they turned their heads quickly, talking and laughing loudly as if nothing had happened, which made him baffled.

Wang Chaosheng squeezed through the crowd for a long time, finally saw Zhang Qingyang, jumped up and shouted: "Brother, look here! I'm here!"

Zhang Qingyang squeezed over: "What?"

Wang Chaosheng pointed to the big broom on his back with a distorted expression: "Is this your weapon?"

"There is nothing more suitable than it for the time being."

"It's too embarrassing for you to take the exam with a big broom! At least you have to use the sword!" Wang Chaosheng sighed.

"It doesn't matter, as long as you can win."

The battle between No. 16 and No. 23 on the stage has been decided, and the green bamboo tube threw out two bamboo sticks: "No. 71 battle No. 15."

NO.15 is a lively and lovely girl in red. As soon as she jumped onto the stage, she was ready to say hello with a sweet smile. When she saw the big broom behind Zhang Qingyang, her smile froze immediately.

Zhang Qingyang took off the broom and said politely, "Please."

The girl in red smiled distortedly: "This...is your weapon?"

Zhang Qingyang said: "It's too late, there's only this." He took off the broom and threw it at the girl at will, which was simple and rude, without aesthetic feeling at all.

But the girl in red felt great pressure from the broom: such a huge spiritual energy is far above her!

Not to mention the black hemp needles that shone like metal, as if they could pierce themselves into a sieve in the next second!

The girl's face paled, and she kept yelling: "I admit defeat, I admit defeat!"

Everything happened so fast, in the blink of an eye.

As soon as Zhang Qingyang stretched out his hand, the big broom returned to his hand.The girl in red was stunned for a long time, then sat down on the ground and began to cry bitterly.

The girl in red was very popular among the disciples in the outer valley, and all the male disciples were filled with righteous indignation when they saw the beauty in their hearts crying so miserable on the stage, they rolled up their sleeves and wanted to fight Zhang Qingyang to the death.

There was a person who was ahead of everyone and came to the stage and said to Zhang Qingyang: "I want to challenge you."

In addition to the random drawing of lots in the big exam, students are also allowed to take the initiative to challenge.

The one who challenged Zhang Qingyang was an old acquaintance, Lu Xianhe.

He looked a lot thinner, and he exuded a gloomy aura.His eyes fixed on Zhang Qingyang, and his voice was flat: "I can't think of it, you are still alive."

Ever since he met Zhang Qingyang on the Baoqiange Mountain Road, he has entered into a terrible situation. He repeatedly dreamed of the scene when he killed Zhang Qingyang in the lock demon prison: the green blade pierced Zhang Qingyang's belly, and the white spirit root ran down the thin Zhang Qingyang twitched in pain. He laughed and picked up Zhang Qingyang and threw him into a monster cage. The hungry monster chewed up Zhang Qingyang's body amidst screams.

Everything is so real.

Even though he has not made any progress in cultivation, it can be said that it is the same as before, he still feels that it is because he has not worked hard.

He comforted himself, but his mood inevitably became anxious.

Why?I'm all Tianlinggen, why is it still like this?

Then the illusion was broken on Baoqiange Mountain, and the waterfall water demon flicked his tail fin to slap him up. He had never looked at himself so squarely: he was still the same mortal spiritual root, with the same aptitude, nothing changed at all!

Everything he thought in the Demon Lock Prison was just someone's trap.

He was both angry and extremely panicked.

There is someone behind Zhang Qingyang.He can easily get in and out of the Demon Lock Prison, and he has great strength, setting up a false illusion to lure him into the bait.What's even more frightening is that his self-righteous methods are not worth mentioning in front of that person!

He has no way to hurt Zhang Qingyang, and it is even more impossible to reconcile.

"I once wanted to take your spiritual root." Zhang Qingyang heard it through his soul transmission, and looked at him without any fluctuation in his pupils.

"I don't extravagantly ask for your forgiveness, but I only hope that this battle can completely end my inner demons. From now on, you will walk your way, and I will walk my single-plank bridge, and the well water will not violate the river water."

Zhang Qingyang flicked the broom handle and swung it violently, the big broom suddenly spread out, and countless black black hemp needles with amazing sword intent formed a long sword, and the point of the sword pointed at the center of Lu Xianhe's eyebrows.

The disciple in charge of supervision sensed something was wrong and shouted: "No. 71, stop!"

The strength of the ninth level of Qi Refining crushed Lu Xianhe. If this sword really stabbed, Lu Xianhe would definitely die.

Lu Xianhe's face was pale, and his legs were limp.

Zhang Qingyang took back the black hemp needle, took out the straw rope and tied it again, and said in a low voice, "You only stabbed me once."

Others, nothing.

Exams continue.

Lu Xianhe left the examination room in a daze, he was extremely depressed, all this was so absurd, ridiculously absurd.

It's only been one year, only one year, and he is already at the ninth level of Qi Refining.

He entered Taoism at the age of three, and his family spent a lot of resources on it. It took ten years of hard work to cultivate to the seventh level of Qi refining.

forget it.

When he returned to the place where he lived, a man walked towards him, dressed in a strange way, wearing a bamboo hat and a coir raincoat.Stop when you are ten steps away from him.

He froze for a while, the fear of death pervading his heart.

The visitor's hat was pressed down very low, his face could not be seen clearly, and his voice was hoarse and distorted: "Although you don't want to have trouble with him anymore, your existence itself is a big trouble."

It's over.Darkness enveloped him, and it was the last thought of his life.

"Number 71 versus Number 25."

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"sorry."

"Just say I'm sorry and it's over? How can there be such a cheap thing, lose money, lose money!"

Supervising disciple Ling Kong gave him a slap in the face: "It is forbidden to make loud noises during the big exam!"

Ming Huang watched everything silently from a high place, and asked softly, "Jiang Chuan, how many games did Zhang Qingyang win?"

"Return to Your Highness, there have been eleven games."

"Have you found out where he is from?"

"Please take a look at it, Your Highness."

Ming Huang took the book and flipped through it, his face gradually became serious, and he read in a low voice: "A native of Xiaokanzhuang, Beihuang Road?... Living in Liu's family, with a wife named Zheng Guan..." He closed the book, "It just happened to appear in Beihuang Road. The day when the wild monster was born?"

Jiang Chuan said: "Xiaokanzhuang is remote and there is not much evidence."

Ming Huang pondered for a while, then suddenly laughed.

"Beihuang Dao is really a magical place. When the big blue star is born, there is Beisheng; when the endless flame is extinguished, Zhang Qingyang comes out."

A flame ignited in his palm, and the book was wiped out in ashes: "Zha, the Liu family, and that man named Zheng Guan, dig three feet into the ground, and find him too!"

The man in coir raincoat who had cleaned up the mess seemed to sense something, and turned his head to look back at the long green hills in the distance of the competition field.

He sighed helplessly: "It's really troublesome."