When he was an inner disciple, Mikai was famous for his sword skills. Even though he was not as good as the perverted figures who used swords by his core disciples, he had once praised Dean Shiraish for his praise, "The swordsmanship is so beautiful that he can drink sweet springs, remember them at first sight."

Shiraishi has been the director of the academy from the status of a shepherd. What is most praised is his martial arts talent, and he can easily capture any martial arts. He has profound attainments in swordsmanship, swordsmanship, and fist skills.

If you can get the praise from Dean Shiraishi, you will be glorious that only a few people can have in the inner sect.

"The complete Four Seasons Sword Technique has been lost and cannot be found. Shuiyue Sect only has one autumn sword technique, which is included in the seventh grade martial arts. You can think about the power of Four Seasons Sword Technique. Being able to learn this style of Rainwater Sword Technique has a very extraordinary understanding of swordsmanship, and it has a bit of artistic conception in it."

The Four Seasons Sword Technique is divided into four parts, and one part of a single season can be ranked seventh grade. What Jing Shifang is the first to use is the rain-water sword move in the spring sword technique, like the spring rain and drizzle.

Before this, Master Mi Kaixian really didn't understand that on the stone wall of the sword hall, there was a sword move of the Four Seasons Sword Technique. Even if he knew, he would probably not practice it. Only one move, only one move, unless it was a sword move that could bring power against the sky, it would be difficult for him to become interested.

Feng Yuran faced Chen Baolian, the only female disciple among the top ten masters of the outer sect, this round.

"This Chen Baolian is very powerful, but she can't resist the fact that she has a good brother, two low-level spiritual weapons!" Lu Bao shook his head and sighed. None of the direct descendants of those aristocratic families were treated like this.

Chen Baolian has a charming waist like a willow, and has a beautiful shoulder and a jade back. She is quite famous in the academy. Of course, the reason why she is even more famous is that she has an older brother named Chen Baohua. She was admitted to the academy three years ago and is now a core disciple.

The Chen brothers and sisters were born into poor families and their parents died early, but Chen Baohua showed amazing martial arts qualifications at a young age.

After becoming a core disciple last year, he was accepted as a disciple by Dean Jun Henshui. Even Chen Baolian also rose and no one dared to mess with him in the outer courtyard.

A pair of Emei Thorns and a colorful robe, all of which are low-level spiritual weapons, and they are all exchanged for Chen Baohua for his younger sister.

"Brother and sister. Qualifications and talents are simply a world of difference." Jing Shifang glanced at him. Chen Baolian's martial arts were brilliant and fancy. If it weren't for Feng Yuran's spiritual weapon, he would have surpassed her within ten moves.

The arc lightning flashed on Feng Yuran's fists, and the true energy burst out without reservation. An extremely fierce wave spread.

Under such a fierce attack, Chen Baolian was a little disappointed at first, but soon stabilized. He used the advantages of the spiritual weapon in his hand to launch a counterattack, and became Feng Yuran in a mess.

Feng Yuran's clothes were cracked on many parts. The Emei thorns left several blood marks, but fortunately, the golden and blue skin made the injuries not deep.

It is a perfect platinum body, not to mention resisting low-level spiritual weapons, it is no problem to weaken 50% of the damage, which is comparable to a warrior at the ninth level of body tempering. If the body is perfect, the skin will show a layer of silver light, and its defense ability is comparable to that of the inner armor of intermediate spiritual weapons.

Feng Yuran took his hands into his arms and put on a pair of fist gloves. Several crystals as small as rice grains were embedded in the fingers of the Guhei fist gloves. As soon as the true energy was urging, a trace of lightning jumped.

"Western Thunder Crystal! This is a low-level spiritual weapon fist glove!" Jing Shifang recognized the fist glove in Feng Yuran's hand at a glance and said in surprise.

Western thunder crystal is a refining material of the same level as Tianhe Star Sand, but the thunder crystals on this pair of boxing gloves are all fine residues, and can only be low-level spiritual weapons. The spiritual weapons refined from thunder crystals have a certain amplification effect on thunder martial arts. This is its biggest feature.

It turns out that there are not only the outer disciples who have the trump card. I have never heard of Feng Yuran having a spiritual weapon before.

After Feng Yuran took out the gloves, the situation on the field immediately changed drastically and gained the upper hand. The power of the Tianlei Fist was enhanced by at least 30%.

Under such circumstances, Chen Baolian could not resist Feng Yuran's barbaric fighting style of exchanging injuries with injuries. After a powerful true energy burst out like a tide, cracks appeared on the hard ring ground.

Chen Baolian looked weak and spitted blood and flew backwards. Caixia's robes were ragged and charred.

Feng Yu Ran won and advanced to the semi-finals!

By this time, the four finalists of Xiaobi had already been decided, and the four outer disciples were Jing Shifang, Feng Yuran, Jiang Long, and Luoxiaoshan.

In the semi-finals, Jing Shifang drew Luoxiaoshan and Feng Yuran faced Jiang Long.

It was already early today, and the successive battles caused some loss of physical energy among several people. The quit will continue tomorrow.

"The Fire Cloud Spear in Luoxiao Mountain is extremely domineering. Today, his opponent has used the secret sword technique, but he still can't resist it. He was shot and broke the sword force with one shot. It seems that a fire dragon has really come to the world and swallowed everything in front of him."

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Jing Shifang analyzed his opponent tomorrow.

As a child of the Luo family, Luo Xiaoshan must have practiced the five-color Jade Jing Jue of the Luo family's martial arts. The characteristic of this eight-grade martial art is that every time he cultivates one level, he can store a Yuan Shuo that condenses true energy in the dantian.

The five-color Yuan Shuttle has extremely strong killing power and is extremely quick to activate. It is a very powerful killer move.

However, the opponents encountered in the previous competition were not enough to allow Luo Xiaoshan to use the five-color Yuan Shuttle, and Jing Shifang's understanding was only on the surface.

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On the No. 1 arena, Jiang Long and Feng Yuran stand apart dozens of steps apart.

In the semi-finals of Xiaobi, of course, there will be no two games at the same time, but one game after another.

Today, several white-haired old men appeared on the martial arts platform, all of whom were veteran wise men of the academy. They came to see if there were any promising newcomers in the outer sect this year.

Feng Yuran was wearing a white robe, and the hem of the clothes was automatically fluttering without wind.

The pair of dark fists was already on the hand, and the true energy was stimulated to its limit, and the air around the body was flowing abnormally.

Jiang Long opposite was a light and calm expression, and his expression was normal. This was his confidence as the number one master of the outer sect.

Last year, Jiang Long won the second place. He has never given up the throne of the number one outer disciple in the year since then. Everyone doesn’t know how his strength has been progressing. No one has challenged him for a long time.

The two fight against each other, which undoubtedly made Feng Yuran more eye-catching. Jiang Long had ordinary facial features, neither tall nor short, and wide palms, which was no different from the young man on the roadside.

But Jiang Long also fought there, and he had a momentum of abrupt and shady mountain, making people feel as if facing a majestic mountain.

Jiang Long only used one palm to beat everyone in all the opponents he met before.

"You are very good. When I go to the inner gate, the small competition will be your world next year." Jiang Long spoke and said lightly.

He has a low voice and a gentle attitude, but his words have a kind of power that makes people feel that this is correct.

"I won't wait for another year. I will become an inner disciple in the first year!"

For the sake of the low-level spiritual gloves in his hand, Feng Yuran drew his ancestral home and sold the two jewelry left by his mother. It can be said that he had given everything.

As long as he becomes an inner disciple, all these will naturally come back. He can also regain the reputation of the Feng family, and let people in the family underestimate him see that without the support of the family, Feng Yuran can do it!

However, if you fail for one or even two years among the outer disciples, you will definitely be left behind by the inner disciple of the Feng family.

Feng Yuran took a deep breath, abandoned all distracting thoughts, and locked his sight on Jiang Long.

This battle will definitely win!

"Ancient, which one do you like among these two people?" asked the wise master of the guarding hall in Tianyuan Pavilion.

"Since it is Jiang Long, Feng Yuran is a genius, but his years of cultivation are too short, and he is incomparable to Jiang Long." The ancients are already old and have seen too many genius disciples along the way, but they are still happy with this little game that speculates the results of the competition.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been there for three consecutive days.

"Then Feng Yu has cultivated the Feng family's Platinum Gang Body to great success. He is a persevering disciple. I think he has used the Tianlei Fist well, and maybe he has a chance of winning. After all, it is not easy for Jiang Long to deal with the Platinum Gang Body without a sharp spirit weapon." The wise master of the guarding Pavilion also knew his ancient interests, and did not blindly obey, but expressed his own opinions for discussion.

Jiang Long's spiritual weapon is the most special of all outer disciples. A pair of silver wrists was worn on his wrists. It was only about inch wide, and it didn't look like an attacking spiritual weapon no matter how you look.

The Yuan Gathering Wrist, a low-level auxiliary spiritual weapon, can increase the true energy activated by the body-tempering warrior by 50%.

"Look, Jiang Long, a boy from a fisherman, can get to where he is today, not as simple as you think." There was no trace of turbid color in his ancient eyes, like a sharp blade, which penetrated people's hearts.

"Swallowing mountains and rivers!"

Jiang Long shouted loudly, his palms pushed out, and the strong wind rose, and the powerful true essence came to the palm through the Juyuan wrist.

Two giant true energy palms blasted out side by side, roaring like thunder, completely squeezing the air in front of you, and a scene of sunken inward visible to the naked eye appeared.

The entire arena was shaking, the ground began to sink, and cracks appeared.

Feng Yuran's expression changed drastically. This palm was exactly the same as the ones in the previous competition, but its power was more than a hundred times greater.

The true energy is formed and has a great reputation. Jiang Long actually has the ninth level of body refining!

"Tianth Thunder Fist!"

Feng Yuran punched out, feeling that he had hit a mountain and had a huge recoil force bounced back.

Several arcs swayed gently on the giant palm of the true energy and disappeared, and did not cause much impact.

"I can't lose, I can't lose!" Feng Yuran's internal organs were shaken by the giant palm of his body, and his dantian hurt, and blood was already flowing from the corners of his mouth.

But the gap in true energy between the two sides was too big. Feng Yuran's white robe couldn't bear the pressure and burst into countless pieces, and a trace of abnormal redness surged on the golden and blue skin.

The white golden body can’t resist this true energy giant palm!

Puff! A mouthful of blood was spurted out, and Feng Yuran's whole body fell out like a kite with a broken string.

Jiang Long broke Feng Yuran's great platinum body with one palm! (To be continued...)
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