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The proving ground fell into silence.

A mortal whose spiritual root has been crippled wants to compete with Qi Ye Peak's inner sect disciples beyond his control, how hard is it to think about it?

The trial platform was surrounded by people, but they were all in a trance, and no one spoke, until someone said something softly, and it was almost fatal.

Chen Shuyuan dismissed it, "If you want to seek death, I won't stop you."

She leaped onto the test platform full of ambition.

The posture was unmoving, very arrogant, and the disciples in the stands whispered to each other. In their view, this was the result without any suspense. Everyone's face was full of gloating, sympathetic and complicated.

Lin Qiubai was about to go on stage, but his wrist was tightly clenched.

Su Ai didn't know when he woke up, the sweat on his face hadn't completely dissipated, he barely supported his body, and shook his head slowly at him.

But Lin Qiubai didn't care too much. As soon as Jianfu got his hands on it, it was like an open gate, and countless sword moves automatically appeared in his mind.

He pressed Su Ai's shoulder with one hand, the bones of his hand were smooth and porcelain white, and the fingertips were like peeled flesh, the color was crystal clear and pink, Su Ai was slightly dazed, Lin Qiubai leaned close to his ear, and squeezed his hand back slightly : "Don't worry."

After finishing speaking, he gently opened Su Ai's hand and walked onto the test platform.

Still holding the rusty sword in his hand.

The tails of Chen Shuyuan's eyes were raised slightly, with a look of contempt and disdain, and she deliberately held a beautiful sword flower in her hand, as if feeling her fighting spirit, the spirit sword in her hand was also buzzing.

But the young man on the other side seemed unmoved, he pushed the sword frame with his thumb, and the rusty sword was unsheathed, fully exposed to everyone's eyes.

Chen Shuyuan almost laughed, and the disciples watching became more and more silent.

Lin Qiubai clenched the rusted sword in his hand, and Tongtong's pupils seemed to be opaque night.

He is thin and thin, with white hair, and a trace of powder on his fair cheeks, but his lips are bright red, as if dipped in the blush of late mulberry, he looks like white lotus root balls, soft and harmless, no one takes him for a second thing.

But Chen Shufen's expression changed. When Lin Qiubai came slowly dragging the rusty sword, the thick treacherous feeling that permeated from his bones almost broke through the disguised spirit weapon and poured out unscrupulously. Only Chen Shufang who faced Lin Qiubai had a personal experience.

Due to a coincidence, she had never met Lin Qiubai in the previous sect competition. Those eyes were locked, and she felt a chill down her spine, as if she was being stared at by something, and she wanted to run away in horror.

It was clearly a useless person in front of her, but it brought her more pressure than Master Luan.

First of all, in terms of momentum, she lost first.

Lin Qiubai didn't do too many moves, he stared at Chen Shuyuan, shook his wrist slightly, and took two steps under his feet, the sword surged like thunder, wrapped in the momentum of thunder, all kinds of stars bloomed like under a tightly woven net, Let her avoid it, and in the end, she collected all the fine nets, dispersed them into one, and stabbed directly at Chen Shuyuan's eyebrows.

In an instant, everyone still hadn't reacted.

everything is over.

There was a coolness between the eyebrows, and there was some gurgling water trickling down the bridge of the nose.

"Slap" fell to the ground.

Chen Shuyuan touched it subconsciously, it was blood.

For a moment just now, she seemed to have seen the violent wind and rain, her whole body was cold and she felt that she was going to die, but the point of the sword stopped abruptly when the flesh between the eyebrows touched the skull.

At the moment when life and death intersected, Chen Shuyuan's knees softened, her eyes were still wide open, and she collapsed, her brain was blank and her teeth chattered, "I'm sorry, I, I was wrong..."

It was almost uncontrollable, her tears began to fall, these changes were caught off guard, the disciples in the audience were in an uproar, and before they could even react, the situation on the stage changed in just a blink of an eye, and everyone looked at each other in blank dismay .

Fear flashed in Chen Shuyuan's eyes, she felt very treacherous, every piece of her flesh, muscle, and bones were trembling uncontrollably, she was a Golden Core cultivator but she didn't even know how it happened, it was clear that what she was facing was just a crippled person. With the sword move, it brought her great fear.

Just one inch deeper with the tip of the sword, it would smash her brain, and the overwhelming fear almost swallowed her.

The inner disciples were as quiet as chickens.

The outer disciples cheered for a while, Lin Qiu blushed, and sheathed his sword.

Chen Shuyuan relaxed a little, but met Lin Qiubai's eyes again, as if they were covered with a layer of mist that made it hard to figure out, as if hiding a gloomy ghostly aura. Her heart also trembled, and she flinched back desperately, her throat was like a stalk of cotton, "I, I, I admit defeat."

Seeing that Chen Shuyuan seemed to be frightened, she scrambled away from the test platform.

Her friends, who were cheering for her in the audience, stood there blankly, not knowing how to react.

In fact, the people in the audience didn't feel as deeply as Chen Shuyuan, they only felt that Lin Qiubai's sword was extremely fast.

If you were an experienced monk, or any elder of the peak master standing here, you would be able to recognize this set of sword moves as the famous stunt of the founder of Dao Yanzong.

It's a pity that the highest disciples at the scene are only at the golden core stage, and they are not yet qualified to touch the core swordsmanship of this sect. They just whispered to each other, discussing enthusiastically whether they can shoot such a fast sword, whether they can be retracted and relaxed like this, and their mentality is stable.

Lin Qiubai walked towards Su Ai.

Su Ai watched Lin Qiubai gradually approaching, the fruit hadn't been fully digested, the residual poison hadn't completely dissipated, and he couldn't speak yet, Lin Qiubai put his finger on his pulse, and took a pulse for him, His fingertips were icy cold, but suddenly a layer of pink rose from Su Ai's neck.

Lin Qiubai looked up at the sky, worried: "The sun is getting higher and higher, it's best not to get hot."

The outer disciple who was worried about Su Ai immediately picked him up, "Thank you, Junior Brother Lin, then we will send him back first."

Lin Qiubai nodded slightly.

Su Ai still wanted to struggle, he was ashamed, not hot.

Chen Shuyuan led people away a long time ago, and now there are two newcomers standing on the stage, they are the physical trainers who were warming up at the stakes just now, they beat and kicked, you come and go, the muffled sound of fists and fists attracted a crowd cheers.There were also people who were paying attention to Lin Qiubai, but saw that he was still soft and timid, and even a little timid when facing everyone's gaze, so they all turned their eyes away in dismay.

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The competition on the trial platform in the morning feasted the eyes of all the disciples.

Outer disciple Su Ai was furious for Lin Qiubai, a crippled disciple, but was plotted against. Later, Lin Qiubai, a crippled disciple, used another trick to suppress Chen Shuyuan. The tide of sword flow.

But most of the disciples are skeptical, thinking that what they hear is false.

After Chen Shuyuan went back, she began to retreat, seemingly calm, but Lin Qiubai knew that Master Luan of Qiye Peak was someone who must be punished, and sure enough, his name was added to the list for going to Meridian Street three days later.

Ziwu Street officials belong to the Daoyan Sect's jurisdiction. Recently, dead people have been resurrected, chickens and dogs are restless, and strange things happen frequently. The elders decided to send three disciples from each peak to practice. It was announced that, except for Yu Chuci and Xiu Zhaoxuan, everyone was stunned to discover Lin Qiubai's name, and Dao Yanzong was not a disciple who could not get his hands on it, so it was clear that he was sent to die.

Before the list was made public, the elders naturally passed their eyes. They were eager to kick Lin Qiubai out, but since Peak Master Luan took the initiative to make a move, they turned a blind eye.

Daoist Hongyu happened to be practicing in seclusion, no one bothered him with this matter, and by the time it got to his ears, everyone was already on their way.

Just after noon, all the dispatched disciples gathered at the mountain gate, ready to go to Meridian Street.

In front of the mountain gate, there is a sword cultivator walking with a sword, and more disciples sitting on the flying magic weapon. Yu Chuci, the leader of the team, arrived first. He was dressed in a light bamboo robe. About his waist, although his appearance is plain, he is particular about everything from clothes to clogs, even the girdle around his waist is forged from jade and gold, carved with all kinds of skills.

He was riding a crane, with white mist lingering around his body, and his belt was flying, like a banished fairy coming to the world, making people feel close to him, and all the disciples around him looked at him with admiration and admiration.

Xiu Zhaoxuan bowed his neck and looked at Qingting Peak, his brows and eyes filled with anxiety.

Yu Chuci instigated Linghe to come over, with a blush on his cheeks, a smile on his lips, and warmly said: "Senior Brother Xiu."

Xiu Zhaoxuan nodded perfunctorily.

After receiving a neutral response, Yu Chuci's smile froze slightly, and he pretended to follow Xiu Zhaoxuan's gaze to look at Qingting Peak, "Senior Brother Xiu is waiting for Junior Brother Lin?"

Xiu Zhaoxuan acquiesced.

Yu Chuci pursed his lips, his expression seemed a little worried, and an eye-drowning disciple beside him immediately said, "Lin Qiubai hasn't been here for such a long time, so it's probably because of panic. Hearing the rumors on Meridian Street, Li Li is terrified, so scared." I'm timid. Shall we wait for him and go straight away?"

Someone next to him sneered, "I also think he is scared, we don't need to be delayed by him."

Yu Chuci pretended to be hesitant, and looked at Xiu Zhaoxuan, who was still looking at Qingting Peak wholeheartedly, and seemed to be deaf to the discussions next to him.

At this time, a longevity turtle slowly crawled over with a person on its back, it was Lin Qiubai.

All the disciples who were chatting and gossiping looked over together, and their eyes fell on the surprisingly slow Shou Gui, showing indescribable expressions.

"There are still people riding longevity turtles now?"

"There is no way, after all, it is a riding pet with no threshold."

"I haven't ridden since foundation establishment, shame on me."

"I just hope that Lin Qiubai won't hold us back."

……

Xiu Zhaoxuan walked over in three strides in two strides, and helped Lin Qiubai down, "Why is it so late?"

Lin Qiubai said embarrassingly: "It took me some time to sort things out."

Yu Chuci stroked the crane's head, and smiled elegantly on his gentle and delicate face, "Why don't Brother Lin ride with me?"

Linghe seemed to have sensed it, and immediately turned his head tiredly, his dismissive gesture drew sniggers from around.

Xiu Zhaoxuan took out a gourd-shaped flying instrument, pointed at it and said, "Are you riding with me?"

The whole body of the gourd is in a clean and streamlined shape, narrow at the front and wide at the back, which is more than enough for two people to sit. Lin Qiubai lowered his eyes and said softly, "Thank you, brother."

Xiu Zhaoxuan showed an accepting attitude, Yu Chuci couldn't say any more, and the attention of the rest of the disciples gradually shifted to speculate on the matter of Meridian Street, and they chattered all the way until they reached their destination.