You turned out to be such a senior [Transmigration Book]

Out of body period.

Even in the Golden Core stage, there is still a Nascent Soul stage between monks in the Out-of-body stage, and the gap between the realms is like two natural moats lying in front of them.

What could be compared to this group arena?

As long as Xie Yunming made a move, they would all be swept under the ring by the sword energy, and they would be eliminated directly.

All the previous plans came to naught, and the eyes of many disciples on the ring looking at Xie Yunming changed again and again, and finally they all stayed in admiration.

Some monks spend their entire lives unable to reach the out-of-body stage, but Xie Yunming, the first disciple of the Sword Sect, has already reached this state when he is less than half a hundred years old.Naturally, there is no need to say much about his future road.

One day, Xie Yunming will climb to the top of the Great Dao, cross the catastrophe and ascend, and live the same life as the heaven and the earth.

The gap between human beings and the favored ones of heaven is roughly the two natural moats in front of them, which cannot be crossed.

They were once smug, they were all carefully selected disciples from the sects of the sect, not to mention the favored ones of heaven, they were also dragons and phoenixes among people.Right now, compared to Xie Yunming, they are all like dust on the road.Born between heaven and earth, it will also turn into loess between heaven and earth, which is not worth mentioning.

On the ring stage, the faces of many sect disciples revealed a look of despair.

"Draw the sword."

In the silence, a low and gentle voice sounded.The voice of these words is like rain in March, with a little warmth in the coldness.In this square inch of land that was suppressed by the Ice Spirit Root cultivator during the out-of-body period, there was a rare gentle breath.

And the one who said this was the one who single-handedly created this rigid situation.

The sword cultivator in the black robe lowered his eyes slightly, ignoring the many sights around him, and focused on the person beside him as if he had no other attention.

At this time, everyone saw the young man beside him who was also wearing a black robe, and they came back to their senses as if awakened from a dream.

——"Today is a good time, junior brother can practice swordsmanship with others."

Xie Yunming's previous indifferent words seemed to turn into silent whispers at this moment, resounding in everyone's hearts.Obviously, his previous words were not a joke.

After Xie Yunming opened his mouth, Chu Yan was immediately stared at from all directions.

With Xie Yunming's astounding talent, Chu Yan, a direct disciple of the Sword Sect whose cultivation level is at the foundation stage and who is said to be extremely poor in cultivation talent, suddenly became subtle.

This person's talent is much worse than most of them.

Xie Yunming and the others couldn't compare, their jealousy left nothing but amazement, but when it came to Chu Yan's side, they couldn't help feeling sour.

This person is probably the Juggernaut and his old man can't shirk it because of favors, so he has no choice but to accept him as a disciple.

Or a disciple who entered the sword master's sect by some means.

Why does he—

Why can he stand here? Is it because he has a brother who is out of body?

"when--!"

Different from the clear sound of the sharp weapon being unsheathed, the movement of Chu Yan pulling the spirit sword out of the scabbard was very slight.

Without the white and jade-like scabbard, the spiritual sword in his hand was also exposed in front of everyone. The pitch-black sword body is rare among spiritual swords, but there is a not so obvious but still visible fracture on the blade. , with an unremarkable and unrepaired appearance.

The natal spirit sword in Jianxiu's hands always pays attention to fit, the sword is one with the person, and the sword is like the person.

This sword doesn't look very clever or valuable, but it "fits" him very well.

Jiang Zi and even many other disciples in the arena responded with malicious speculations in their hearts.

The circumstances of people are different, and some people can get the protection of the strong without any effort, even if they themselves are a waste.

If they could have someone to protect them like Chu Yan, wouldn't it be more smooth for them to practice Taoism...

"Om-!"

As if sensing the malice coming from all directions, the spirit sword in Chu Yan's hand hummed spontaneously.

Except for Xie Yunming, Chu Yan does not communicate with the emotions of the people around him, and he is very calm about the dark eyes of other people around him.

But the Tianmin sword in Chu Yan's hand was quite dissatisfied with this.

It is a magical weapon that gathers the spirits of heaven and earth, and it has killed countless people or demons bred by delusion and malice.Can clearly perceive the emotional state of others.

Chu Yan clenched the hilt of the sword tightly, and he could feel the unusual aura emanating from the Heavenly Mercy Sword in his hand.Instead of the usual laziness and dullness, he was a bit fierce.

Quenching the spiritual power to the blade of the Heavenly Compassion Sword, Chu Yan barely calmed it down.

Seeing that the atmosphere became more and more rigid, Chu Yan looked at Xie Yunming beside him with decisive eyes, and asked, "Brother, who do I want to fight?"

Xie Yunming's coercion covered the entire arena. At this moment, except for the two of them, everyone else was shackled and unable to move.

As for who Chu Yan wants to fight?

Among the 98 disciples from other sects, it is more difficult to choose those who are willing to recruit than knock them all off the ring.

Xie Yunming's eyes met Chu Yan's for a moment, and after seeing the expectation mixed in those eyes, he continued, "There are [-] promotions in each Hundred Players Competition, so as long as my junior brother is not injured, I will not make a move. You can carry out the group arena as you like."

After Xie Yunming's voice fell, the original coercion covering the entire ring dissipated.Even the Prisoner Dragon Sword in Xie Yunming's hand lost its murderous aura, and became harmless as if it had become an ordinary spirit sword.

Everyone moved their numb limbs and looked in Xie Yunming's direction with lingering fear.

After looking at each other for a while, someone mustered up the courage to ask on the ring. "If you don't make a move, won't your junior brother make a move?"

Xie Yunming didn't even raise his eyelids: "My junior brother wants to practice swordsmanship, so he naturally wants to make a move."

Hearing his words, a voice of dissatisfaction rang out almost from a conditioned reflex, "In this case, if he hit us, we can't fight back? It's better not to compare."

"Of course you can fight back. My junior brother doesn't like beating puppets." Xie Yunming glanced in the direction of the speaker, speaking lightly, "If you don't want to, you can also admit defeat. There are only [-] contestants left in the ring. It can be over."

"..."

If possible, who would want to concede defeat in the knockout round at the beginning of the group arena?

Disciples with low cultivation bases are fine, after all, they have a high chance of being eliminated in the preliminary round, but they, disciples above the golden core stage, can also compete in the finals of the group arena.The loss is really not worthwhile in the knockout round.

"It's too bullying..." The disciple wanted to say something else.

"It's fine if you don't hurt others. You talk so much, even if you don't see you, you will be out of your body." The other disciples standing beside the disciple spat, "If you don't accept this gentlemen's agreement, you can go down. Still need to advance.”

"..." Now, the man was silent for a moment.

Xie Yunming's move did not violate the rules of the group arena. In the preliminary round of the group arena, it is reasonable to knock someone off the ring without harming their lives.

The rest of the rules are made by the strong.In the past, it was reasonable for disciples of other sects to form alliances with each other in the preliminary round of the group arena to secure their promotion places.

Xie Yunming made up his mind to let them feed his junior brother, and it's okay to cooperate.After all, in addition to this, there are still [-] promotion places waiting for them to fight for.

As for Xie Yunming's junior brother, although he is jealous of his good luck.But judging from the current situation, if there is a bit of jealousy, it is better to win the preliminary round and advance as soon as possible.

After figuring this out, the disciples on the ring became active, and started looking for someone to fight around. Even so, they also avoided Chu Yan's position very tacitly.

Chu Yan's gaze began to look for someone to fight with in the crowd.

The foundation-building stage monks who are comparable to his strength basically already have opponents, and several of them have been swept out of the ring by the Jindan stage monks.

It seems that except for myself and my senior brother, everyone else is very busy?

While Chu Yan was hesitating, a quiet figure caught his attention.

The man was dressed in the costume of a disciple of the Jiuyue Sect, holding a blue folding fan in his hand, and he was thinking about something with his eyes downcast.He was in the center of a group of disciples of the Nine Mountains Sect, because other disciples of the same sect were fighting with others, and the fighting circles were intertwined, so it was rare for him to clear a quiet place.

That's him.

Chu Yan's eyes brightened slightly, and he raised his sword to try the sword move with that person.

Outside the arena.

After the silence, the people in the auditorium who didn't face the pressure of strength were the first to come back to their senses.

Xie Yunming obviously has the strength to sweep everyone out of the ring, but he regards his junior's practice of swordsmanship as the most important thing.

I don't know who murmured first.

"..."

"Can your senior brother do such a thing?

"You ask me? First of all, I have to have a senior brother who is only half a hundred years old."

"I just want to know, is he raising a junior?"

"That's not it, that's not the case, it's still..."

"No mistake, I recommend fellow Taoists to go to the Fusheng Building, or the bookstore opposite the Fusheng Building..."

"..."

Chu Que pursed the corners of his lips. Under the luxurious mask, his expression changed back and forth several times, and finally he frowned and said, "It's still this kind of relationship between brothers and sisters..."

But the first disciple of the Sword Sect is a human race, and Tianmai is too... But according to ancient records, Tianmai just likes to intermarry with human races.

Chu Que suppressed this idea silently, and listened to the words "Sword Chaos Love Flower" appearing more and more frequently in his ears calmly, thinking that he would buy a copy when the group arena was over. Come back and find out.

on the bench.

After being initially shocked by Xie Yunming's strength and coercion during the out-of-body period to suppress the entire ring, everyone's attention shifted to Chu Yan beside him, especially the ordinary-looking pitch-black spirit sword.

"Isn't Jianzong running out of money recently, why does the spirit sword for his direct disciple look like this? If you can't afford a spirit sword, it's not impossible for us to send you a few cars from Jiuyue Sect." Taoist Fuming Said something coolly.

Taoist Fuming was in the referee's seat, separated by a barrier, unable to participate in the competition above the group arena, even if Xie Yunming unleashed coercion, he could not relieve him, this reluctance turned into ridicule in the end.

Mi Xuzi sat upright, without looking sideways, and just said lightly, "Taoist Fuming, be careful with your words."

If the sword master Qing Xuzi was here, Taoist Fu Ming would not be able to get out of the East Peak if he didn't take a few strikes from the sword master's Xiaoyao Sword Intent.

At this moment, the elder of Yingzong smiled kindly, and said, "Hehe, none of the disciples of Jianzong can afford a spirit sword, but this little friend is absolutely determined not to be able to afford it." Elder Fuming, why don't you take good care of your Jiuyue Sect's livelihood and avoid financial ruin."

As one of the four sects in the Eastern Realm, Shadow Sect has mixed power in his hands, including assassins and guards. Compared with the two sects of Sword Sect and Buddha Sect who cultivated in seclusion, he has come into contact with more forces and secrets.

Naturally, the young master of the Chu family in the southern region is also a well-known figure.

It is understandable that Jianzong disciples lack money. After all, the cost of maintaining the spirit sword is huge. The Jianzong sect has always been obsessed with cultivation and has nothing to do with business. If it is not for the head of the sixteen sects in the East Realm, it is best to go to the East Realm With so many resources, Jianzong may not be able to support many disciples long ago.

But everyone in Jianzong may be short of money, but the young master of the Chu family in the southern region - not.

"Why did the elder of Shadow Sect say that? Our Jiuyue Sect is not so impoverished that we don't even have a good spirit sword for our direct disciples." Taoist Fuming snorted coldly.

Mi Xuzi listened to his fart expressionlessly, "It's not likely that you disciples of Jiuyue Sect can use the best spiritual weapons and magic weapons to win for you in the ring competition."

Fu Mingdao was at a loss for words, and his tone was raised a bit, "You—"

"Amitabha, everyone, let's watch the competition calmly." Master Fozong said leisurely, and sprinkled a ladle of water on the smell of burning gunpowder. "The disciples are all watching."

The implication of these words is: you are all seniors of the sect, and your disciples are watching, so it is better not to quarrel, it is a loss of prestige.

"Hmph." Taoist Fu Ming swallowed back all the angry words just now, he is arrogant and always saves face.

"The one who flirts first is cheap, he doesn't respect himself and doesn't know himself." Mi Xuzi spoke lightly.

Taoist Fuming's complexion changed, and the air pressure around him became lower and lower.But in the end I held back.

It's strange to say, if it's on weekdays.Even if he was dissatisfied with Jianzong, he would not speak out and mock Jianzong in public.After all, Jianzong is the head of the last four sects, with the strongest strength.It would not be of any benefit to Jiuyuemen to tear themselves apart with Jianzong.

But just now...

What did you not hold yourself back from saying?

Taoist Fuming calmed down a little, frowned and reflected, only feeling a little strange in his heart.Could it be that he was really only stimulated by Xie Yunming's suppression of the disciples in the arena?

Sitting at the corner of the judging seat.

Elder Yaowang Guliu's eyelids moved, he remained silent for a while, and did not join in when the last four sects spoke just now.On the surface, he maintains an appearance of sitting upright and enjoying the breeze.

The conversation of the last four cases stopped.

There are more or less gaps between them.

From the corner of Elder Liu's eyes, he moved from Taoist Fuming to the young man holding a pitch-black spiritual sword on the ring.

As an elder of Yaowanggu, he also participated in the medical treatment of the young master of the Chu family.

Naturally, he also knew Chu Yan.

But he didn't know the spirit sword in Chu Yan's hand.

The young master of the Chu family has always used the best ones, and the spirit sword is no exception, but I don't know what the clue is about this spirit sword... With such a shabby appearance, he still holds it in his hand.

Elder Liu thought for a while, raised his hand to pick up the tea in front of the table, and took a sip. His movements were very natural, so no one saw him. After he finished drinking the tea and put down the teacup, a little smoke-gray powder hung down from him. The cuffs fell to the ground naturally.

Even for Mi Xuzi and others of this level, there is nothing unusual.

There is only a small insect of the same color as the earth, lying in the soil, as quiet as a pebble.

Beside the judgment seat, Gu Zhiqing rolled his eyelids.The breath is faintly mixed with the smell of gray grass, which is the smell coming from the Zi Gu insect.

Gray Grass is an extremely rare medicinal material. After it is developed into powder, its medicinal properties will interfere with people's emotions, especially negative emotions such as pessimism, dissatisfaction, and resentment.

Although Gu Zhiqing already knew that she, a good uncle, was a restless master.But she didn't understand, at this moment, what was her uncle doing with Hui Youcao?Deliberately designed a play of the last four words - is it to sow discord?

The last four sects have enmity with Uncle Liu?

The minds of the people in the audience are different.

But it didn't affect the continuation of the group arena on the stage.

As a Qing Chuan disciple of Jiuyue Sect, Jiang Zi is still fighting with the two thoughts in his heart.

The general thinking is to let him take the overall situation into consideration, and let him win the preliminaries of the group arena first to qualify for promotion.As a direct disciple of Jiuyue Sect, if he was kicked out of the ring and didn't get a chance to advance, he would inevitably be scolded by his master.

The other thought was to let him take advantage of the chaos as soon as possible and attack Chu Yan.

Although the first disciple of the Sword Sect, Xie Yunming, is a cultivator at the out-of-body stage, his poisonous needle is also specially made. Brother Fu said that this needle is extremely difficult to resist. If it is used at close range, even a powerful person at the fusion stage will be hard to defend against. .

One is a safe approach, and the other is a risky approach.

It was difficult for Jiang Zi to make a choice. In fact, he should be wise and protect himself. With Xie Yunming's words before it, it was extremely obvious that he took the initiative to attack Chu Yan.

However, Jiang Zi felt sour in his heart.

A monk whose cultivation base has not reached the foundation establishment stage is nothing more than a useless junior to Xie Yunming, and he has to drag his feet in the ring.

However, such a person who was dragging his feet was protected by his senior brother with thunderous means.He said that he could do it by asking other disciples in the group arena to feed him moves, and someone would always escort him on the road of cultivation.

And Jiang Zi?

His talent is only second to his senior brother Fu Jiangye in the Nine Mountains School, so he was trained as a key target by the teacher's school, and he was able to be treated favorably by senior brother Fu, and his treatment was sometimes even higher than that of his junior sister Lin Su——

But these are all his hard work, and they all have to pay a price.

Why, that Chu Yan doesn't need it?

Just when the dissatisfaction in Jiang Zi's heart reached its peak.

"噗——!" There was a startled sound.

A cold and biting sword energy burst out from the crowd, passed through the other Jiuyuemen disciples who were still fighting, and rushed straight towards Jiang Zi.

Such a cold spiritual energy, only that...

Jiang Zi was taken aback, and subconsciously wanted to dodge, but his thoughts were occupied by resentment before, and he lacked vigilance of his surroundings, so he had time to tilt his head hastily before the sword energy arrived.The sharp sword air pierced Jiang Zi's chin, and the cold air contained in it, which is unique to ice root monks, almost froze his bone marrow.

The smell of blood filled Jiang Zi's nostrils, it was his own blood.

Why did Xie Yunming and Xie Yunming find themselves at this time?

Jiang Zi thought in horror, her eyes widened, and she raised her head uneasily.

In front of him, the young man wearing the costumes of the disciples of the Sword Sect showed a polite smile, holding a sword flower with his right hand in a gesture of retracting the sword, and the black robe flew with his movements, like flowing clouds and flowing water.

Jiang Zi heard the young man say in a polite and calm voice, "I see that you have no opponent, fellow daoist, why don't we have a competition."

This man-

Is it Chu Yan?

Was he the one who cast the icy cold sword energy just now? ! !

How can it be!

This is obviously the aura that Xie Yunming revealed when he released his coercion.

Chu Yan naturally didn't know what Jiang Zi was thinking, but he could also see that the expression on Jiang Zi's face was a bit out of control.

Chu Yan, who was in the Foundation Establishment Stage, couldn't see this person's strength clearly. If he couldn't see clearly, it meant that this person's strength should be higher than his own.

Why didn't he fight, and he just had an expression of "how can you do this"?

Is there anything special about his sword just now?

"Friend Daoist, I'm going to make a move." Before making another move, Chu Yan also reminded him aloud.

The preliminary round of the group arena is a scuffle. Anything is possible. It is normal to strike first and sweep the opponent out. Saying hello is considered polite.

It's all said and done, if that fellow daoist doesn't respond.Chu Yan planned to sweep him out in one go.

The pitch-black blade was once again filled with spiritual power, and the subtle frost and snow spread all the way to the blade. This "ordinary" spirit sword had a broken edge and was an imperfect defective product.

But at this moment, when Jiang Zi faced it, it seemed as if he was being stared at by an ancient fierce beast with beast eyes.

Jianzong's basic swordsmanship, the first form, listening to the wind and chopping.

The sword energy mixed with icy cold energy rushed towards Jiang Zi's face.

Stimulated by this sword energy, Jiang Zi suddenly woke up.

Jiang Zi flipped his wrist, and squeezed his natal spiritual weapon tightly with his fingers. The strength almost made his nails turn white. He subconsciously exhausted all his strength and raised his folding fan to catch the sword.

He is a cultivator at the golden core stage, and the opposite is just a sword cultivator at the foundation stage. He can block it, and the gap between the realms is here.

Even if a sword cultivator can leapfrog to challenge someone with a stronger cultivation base than himself, it can only be a sword cultivator who has realized the sword intent.

And the sword cultivators who can realize the sword intent are all the proud sons of heaven.

How could this trash with extremely poor cultivation and talent in the foundation building stage realize the sword intent?

"Dang-!"

The folding fan meets the blade of the sword, and the sound of Qingyue's collision is extremely prominent in this area of ​​heaven and earth.

A mighty aura suddenly rose from the ground, as majestic as a thousand layers of clouds, soaring to the sky.It is frightening but also fortunate that there is no murderous intent in this aura.

——This is sword intent.