Xiuxian: I have an equipment bar

Zhang Yan has been joining the sect for a long time.

The name of True Inheritance has been circulating.

But thinking about it carefully, he has never encountered a true successor.

"True inheritance...

Unlike us, they have a separate place. "Hearing Zhang Yan's words, Musen's face showed a complicated look: "I don't know the specifics, you should ask the master. "

"Okay." Seeing Mu Sen's expression, Zhang Yan nodded slightly. It seemed that this matter was more complicated than he thought.

But it doesn’t matter.

After all, he is also a true disciple, and he will definitely know when the time comes.

The day Zhang Yan became a true disciple.

The Qingheng faction celebrated.

According to the usual practice, Zhang Yan needs to walk step by step from the foot of Qingheng Peak to the sect hall of Qingheng Peak, then burn incense and change his identity token.

During this period, as long as the cultivation level does not exceed Zhang Yan's level.

All can be challenged.

You can fight with words or with force.

"How about it?

Are you nervous? "Mu Sen and his brothers took Zhang Yan to the intersection going up the mountain and asked him.

"What's so important about this?" Looking at the towering mountain climbing steps, Zhang Yan fluttered his Taoist robe.

Beside the climbing steps, disciples stood one by one.

These disciples all came after hearing the news.

There are people from the Qingheng sect and disciples from outside.

They all looked at Zhang Yan curiously, their eyes full of envy.

This is a true disciple!

"Okay, we will send you here. You can only walk on your own in the future." Musen said, taking a step back to give Zhang Yan some space.

"Okay." Zhang Yan said firmly.

"Disciple Zhang Yan knocked on the mountain and asked." As Zhang Yan finished speaking, a bell sounded from Qingheng Peak. The bell was melodious and stirring.

At the same time, Zhang Yan also raised his feet and stepped on the steps.

"Zhang Yan, do you choose civil or martial arts?" As Zhang Yan stepped on the steps, a cold voice came.

"Disciple, anyone is welcome!"

After Zhang Yan said this, he started climbing step by step.

"Um?

This kid..."

After hearing Zhang Yan's words, at this moment, the expressions of the golden elixirs on Qingheng Peak changed.

They originally thought Zhang Yan would choose Wen Dou.

I didn't expect that this kid would refuse anyone who came.

"Prince Yan, a poor Taoist, at the end of your qi training, please ask your junior brother to fight." When Zhang Yan took a few steps, a monk suddenly stood in front of Zhang Yan.

This man looked to be in his thirties, with a beard, and he looked like he was at the eighth or ninth level of Qi training.

He looked at Zhang Yan leisurely, with an inexplicable expression on his face.

"broken.

Will Zhang Yan capsize in the gutter? "

Although the Jindan Patriarchs did not come down from the mountain, they have been monitoring everything with their spiritual consciousness.

Especially when I saw someone with an eighth level of Qi training on stage.

Zhuge Wan and others couldn't help but feel nervous.

This disciple doesn’t understand the rules a bit.

If you are asked to take the stage to challenge, do you really dare to take the stage to challenge?

Don't you know that sometimes, you shouldn't be so obedient?

Facing a monk at the eighth level of Qi training.

Zhang Yan didn't look down upon him at all.

"Junior brother, be careful, I am good at flying swords..."

The man spoke politely to Zhang Yan.

But before he finished speaking, he saw a golden light coming.

He didn't even react.

Golden light flashed past, and a strand of hair fell slowly.

"Senior brother, I accept it!"

Zhang Yan walked past the other party but did not look back.

"That spell just now.

Is it the Gengjin Pheasant Sword?

I think it should be that the only one with such a fast speed is the Gengjin Pheasant Sword. "

When the disciples saw the spell that Zhang Yan raised his hand, they also had guesses in their hearts.

"This can be regarded as a trick. After all, although the Gengjin Pheasant Sword is fast, it is not powerful.

Taking advantage of the fact that the opponent has not turned on the magic shield, it is just a Gengjin Pheasant Sword. Even if he wins, it will be disgraceful! "

Zhang Yan defeated a monk at the eighth level of Qi training with his Gengjin Pheasant Sword.

Everyone present felt that he was a bit disgraceful.

"Hahaha, you think it's disgraceful, then let me, Old Lei, come." Just as everyone was talking about it, Lei Wanbao suddenly stepped onto the ladder and stood in front of Zhang Yan.

"Don't say that I'm bullying you, Lao Lei. I'm suppressing my state to be the same as yours now. You don't have to beat me. You just need to persist for ninety breaths, even if you win."

Lei Wanbao looked at Zhang Yan with a smile, his eyes full of light.

Although he admired Zhang Yan's understanding and talent.

However, this does not prevent him, Lei Wanbao, from holding a grudge!

He had been beaten so many times before because of Zhang Yan.

But he couldn't bully Zhang Yan, a young monk in the Qi refining stage.

Now he meets Zhang Yan and becomes his true disciple.

He couldn't help but wanted to come up and teach Zhang Yan a lesson.

Of course, he also knows the importance.

He would definitely not knock Zhang Yan down directly.

Otherwise, the leader, Zhuge Wan, and even his grandfather will not let him go.

"Senior Brother Lei?"

Zhang Yan was quite surprised to see Lei Wanbao.

However, facing Lei Wanbao's challenge, he did not back down, but was eager to try.

"I agree to your challenge." Zhang Yan thought for a moment and nodded lightly.

"Junior brother, you have to be careful!" After Lei Wanbao said that, he stretched out his hand and cast a defensive spell for himself first.

This spell has just been cast.

He heard the sound of breaking through the air.

It was Zhang Yan's Gengjin Pheasant Sword.

"Hehe, a mere Gengjin Pheasant Sword can't do anything to my magic!" Seeing the golden light, Lei Wanbao didn't want to dodge. Gengjin Pheasant Sword was just a spell to get rid of insects!

He actually wanted to use it to attack him!

However, something that surprised him soon happened.

This Gengjin Pheasant Sword actually pierced through his defensive spell and went straight to his vitals.

"Fuck!"

Lei Wanbao cursed angrily, and then dodged quickly, but then more Gengjin Pheasant Swords came one after another, leaving him no room to breathe.

But he was a foundation-building cultivator after all.

With the help of his spiritual consciousness, he could barely avoid the attack.

However, this was not the end at all.

Because in addition to the Gengjin Pheasant Sword, Zhang Yan also released the Golden Bamboo Sword.

The flying sword broke through the air, making a "chi chi chi" sound, which made Lei Wanbao feel numb all over.

"Xuanling Ring!" Lei Wanbao had no choice but to touch a ring on his hand.

Immediately, a yellowish-brown shield rose up.

This Xuanling Ring is a top-grade magic weapon, and the shield it activates can resist the attack of the Great Perfection of Qi Training.

However~

"Boom~"

Zhang Yan's Golden Bamboo Sword actually easily broke through the shield and came to Lei Wanbao's forehead.

"Ka~" Lei Wanbao stretched out his hand and actually pinched the Golden Bamboo Sword with two fingers.

"Brother, thank you." Zhang Yan smiled lightly and said to Lei Wanbao.

"Junior brother, you are awesome!" Lei Wanbao's face was a little ugly. He originally wanted to take this opportunity to teach Zhang Yan a lesson, but he didn't expect that the opponent's strength was beyond his imagination.

Although he has now clamped the Golden Bamboo Sword.

But he has already used the cultivation of the Foundation Establishment Period.

In this competition, he lost!