Starting from the fox demon and crossing the heavens

On the stage, the middle-aged Taoist priest smiled at him and shouted to the others: "The guardian of the ring, Jin Renfeng, whoever wants to challenge, come on stage as soon as possible!"

"Ten, nine, eight..."

"I come!"

The red-haired boy jumped onto the stage, holding the low-level magic sword of the same style as Jin Renfeng's.

This is the equipment wholesaled by Yiqi Daomeng.

Whether it is good or not, the key is that the price is cheap.

Generally, you can get one when you get started.

"Li San, I've been a beginner for a year, and I'd like to ask Senior Brother Jin for advice!" After the red-haired boy finished speaking, a trace of flames appeared from the magic sword in his hand, and an excited smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This opportunity to become famous is his.

"Brother Jin, come on!"

Dongfang Qinlan's voice sounded, and Jin Renfeng followed the sound. On the attic, Dongfang Qinlan was waving the candied haws in his hand, cheering him on from the window.

Dongfang Huaizhu, master Dongfang Bai...

To Jin Renfeng's surprise, the master Dongfang Guyue who had disappeared for several days was actually there.

"Game start!"

Following the voice of the middle-aged Taoist priest, the middle-aged Taoist priest retreated to the edge of the ring and stood with his hands behind his back.

He is a referee and an elder of the outer sect.

As the so-called sword has no eyes, young people are prone to real fire and cannot contain their strength. At critical moments, he needs to take a shot to end the game.

Jin Renfeng stood on the stage with his sword in his hands, not intending to strike first.

Since ancient times, the first shot must be forced.

He still doesn't know the opponent's level. Waiting for the opponent's move to show his flaws, he will kill him with one blow and win the game. Wouldn't it be wonderful.

Pretend!

Li San despised him for a second, and thought to himself if you didn't come, then don't blame me for not giving you a chance.

The body bounced up, swung the sword vigorously, and a flaming sword rushed towards him.

Jin Renfeng's eyes showed a strange look, and he stretched out a hand to try to catch the sword energy rushing in front of him.

This move of his immediately caused a burst of exclamation from the audience, grabbing the sword energy with his bare hands, this move was a bit crazy, the referee couldn't help but wanted to step forward to stop him, just as he took a step, as if he heard some sound, the footsteps finally returned Shrunk back.

On the field, Jin Renfeng firmly grasped the sword energy with one hand, laughed lightly, and flicked it lightly, the flame dissipated in the air.

"It's not very powerful. If the sword energy is not concentrated, it will shatter when touched. I'm afraid this kind of sword energy can't even cut a thicker stone." Jin Renfeng shook his head in disappointment.

Li San's smile suddenly froze.

He looked shocked and said: "Impossible, how could such a thing happen?!"

Seeing that Jin Renfeng didn't use any spells, but just crushed his sword energy with his palm, it hit him hard.

"Junior brother, that's not how you use swords." Jin Renfeng pointed out, "If you just use your sword energy as a flame to attack, I advise you not to practice swords, but to practice double palms for better results."

"Your sword qi is called sword qi to put it mildly, but its power is not much stronger than the fireball technique, and it is even inferior to the fireball technique in terms of the condensation of flames."

All the people present were speechless.

Fireball, isn't that the lowest level of entry-level fire spells?

This brother Jin has a bit of a bad mouth.

"Giggle..."

Dongfang Qinlan on the attic laughed, "You look so weak, sister, I can do it myself, my fireball technique is even stronger than his."

Dongfang Huaizhu flicked Dongfang Qinlan's little head lightly, and said: "It's different, eat your candied haws, it won't stop your little mouth."

Young Li San's face flushed red, Jin Renfeng's words deeply stimulated him.

It is not very harmful and extremely insulting.

"Damn it, don't be complacent!"

"I still have means!"

"Oh, then let me see it." Jin Renfeng said flatly.

I saw Li San put his hands together, pinched his sword fingers, his neck was flushed, his eyes were wide open, and he looked like he was about to hold back a big move.

Only then did Jin Renfeng become slightly serious.

The dharma sword rose slowly, and the sword body burst into flames. The tip of the sword pointed at Jin Renfeng, and Li San let out a low growl, and the suspended dharma sword roared towards him.

It's just that the speed is hard to describe.

He can dodge easily if he wants to hide.

The corner of Jin Renfeng's mouth twitched, and one index finger was lightly placed on his lower lip. Facing the flying dharma sword, he took a deep breath and blew out violently.

Time to start showing off.

A long flame was spit out by him like a long snake.

True-Fire Escape-Fire Snake Art!

Instantly devoured Li San's magic sword, before he could react, he stretched out his hand again.

Holding the blade tightly with two fingers, no matter how hard Li San tried, he couldn't summon the Dharma sword.

In the end, Li San recognized the gap in skills between the two, and had no choice but to admit defeat.

The back of the end is particularly lost.

He thought he could become famous in one battle, but he became a loser.

On the attic, Dongfang Qin Lan grabbed Dongfang Huaizhu's sleeve and said excitedly: "Sister, sister, have you seen it? Brother Jin can also spit flames."

Dongfang Guyue frowned.

It doesn't make sense!

Jin Renfeng, who has only been in contact with the practice for a few months, has actually practiced this extremely difficult fire from the mouth.

With this move, the slightest carelessness will damage the internal organs.

Spells, in layman's terms, are various spells composed of mana contacting elements in the air.

Take a deep breath, absorb the fire element in the air into the lungs, store the fire element in the lungs, and finally spray it out from the mouth through the throat.

Dongfang Guyue is very angry now, Jin Renfeng's behavior seems very stupid to him.

If you are not careful, accidents will happen, and the damage to the internal organs will outweigh the gains.

After finally finding a talented and intelligent apprentice, if he fails in practice, he doesn't know where to cry.

Dongfang Guyue put on a straight face, "Practice blindly, let's see how I will deal with him in a while!"

"Old Chen! I didn't ask you to teach him, that's how you taught him?" Dongfang Guyue stared unkindly at Chen Ming who was leaning against the wall and drinking.

"Ah this..."

"Villager, I am wronged." Chen Ming shouted out his wrongedness, but he was very speechless in his heart, and argued: "I can't keep looking at him, don't blame me."

"Ok?"

"Well, it's my pot."

Chen Ming had no choice but to succumb to Dongfang Guyue's lust.

"Lu Renjia, I've been an apprentice for three years, and I'd like to ask Brother Jin Xiao to teach me!"

"Second match, start!"

Following the referee's order, the two men's bodies moved, and they approached quickly. The two magic swords kept interlacing, and the fight was inseparable for a while.

After three years of entry, Jin Renfeng didn't dare to trust her.

The two of them competed entirely in sword skills, and everyone enjoyed watching each move.

Watching the battle on the stage, Chen Ming said in a regretful tone: "Unfortunately, the last Blue Sky Conference held by the Dao League has just ended for more than a year. If Xiaojin came a year earlier, maybe he is another one who can see through the secret biography of the Dao League." prodigy boy."

Dongfang Guyue remained silent.

The Blue Sky Conference is held once every 36 years specially set up by the Daoist League, mainly to test the talents of the descendants of the major families by using the secret transmission of the Daoist League.

The origin of this secret alliance is unknown, and there are different opinions. In the eyes of thousands of people, it is just an ordinary stone. It is rumored that it is related to the mysterious third young master.

People with high talent can see the text on the screen.

At the last Blue Sky Conference, at least dozens of talented youths saw some secrets through the secret transmission of the Dao League.

Hearing them talk about the Blue Sky Conference, Dongfang Huaizhu thought of the scene he saw.

That golden figure, it was injured...

Just when she was in a daze, Jin Renfeng won the second match.

The third, the fourth, the fifth...

With more and more challengers, Jin Renfeng became physically exhausted.

Winning the sixth match with a narrow margin, the eyes of everyone in the audience changed when they looked at him.

A trace of admiration rose inexplicably in their hearts.

This is genius?

It only took a few months to get started, and even a three-year disciple can defeat him. He is worthy of being the master's disciple.

As for the old disciples of more than three years, quite a few people came, but they were purely to watch the excitement.

It is impossible for them to end up bullying a rookie in person.

Xiao Yan in the audience clenched his fists and looked at the high-spirited Jin Renfeng, who was unchallenged on the stage, he was very envious, as a monk should be like this.

"Do you want to continue the challenge?"

The elder of the outer door asked: "Do you want to go down and rest for a while before going on stage?"

The rule of the challenge is one-on-one mode, eliminating each other, and the top ten will be selected in the end.

For example, Jin Renfeng has not stepped down and has challenged six games in a row, which is a very disadvantageous behavior.

Jin Renfeng shook his head, "Go ahead."

Chapter No.16 Xiao Yan Presents Treasures, Secrets of the Xiao Family

In the end, Jin Renfeng was terminated by an outer disciple who had been in the game for three years in the eighth round.

The opponent's swordsmanship was ruthless, and his moves were straight at Jin Renfeng's vital points, without any hesitation, it seemed that he had been honed in a lot of life-and-death battles.

"Acceptance!"

The other party put away his sword, cupped his hands, and said, "Senior Brother Jin is worthy of being the first apprentice of the owner of the village. If I hadn't been lucky enough to participate in several demon-killing operations organized by the Taoist League, I might not be the opponent of Senior Brother Jin."

Jin Renfeng stepped off the stage, and he could clearly feel some changes in the emotions of the disciples around him.

That's what he's aiming for.

Winning the championship, he never even thought about it, that's why he couldn't keep fighting.

As the only inner disciple, how could he have the nerve to compete for resources with these outer disciples? It would damage his image if it spread.

Even if he got the first place by luck, he would not pay attention to the No. 1 reward, because he has better cultivation resources. This is the benefit of the only inner disciple, and it is also the reason for the envy and hatred of these outer disciples.

There is a rule in Shenhuozhuang Village that three years of entry is the time to practice with all your strength, and no tasks will be arranged.

It is called three years as a novice. During this time, they only need to practice desperately.

Once the novice stage is passed, Shenhuozhuang Village will arrange various tasks according to the cultivation level.

Therefore, resources are very important.

Xiao Yan, who was standing in the crowd, stared at Jin Renfeng's leaving back, but he still didn't play in the end.

His talent is clear to him. When his father was still there, he shook his head at his cultivation talent.

On his own, the hope of revenge is too slim.

Xiao Yan had a new idea.