This young man Haotian, who was simulated by the sword spirit of Wanjian Cave, has no consciousness, but only has the instinct to fight. Seeing that he missed a hit, he kicked the underground stone into pieces with a chasing foot, and rushed towards Lin Zhizhi by gravity. His fist locked Lin Zhizhi's position, and Jin Yu's body-shattering fist hit him again.
Lin Zhizhi's black eyes glittered, and once again he used the Lin Family's Wind Control Art, dodged extremely fast, and at the same time spread his consciousness to observe the Jinyu Shattering Fist - after he repeated this process many times, he finally I discovered the abnormality of this body-shattering fist: every time this golden jade body-shattering fist hits the ground first, after the top crack is cracked, a second vibration will be generated, and the soil on the ground will also be overturned. It is conceivable that if it hits people On the body, the internal organs will also be shaken to bleed!
Tao gives birth to one, one gives birth to two, and two gives birth to three.
After observing this, Lin Zhizhi put the saber in his hand into the Qiankun Ring, tore a long piece of fabric from his cuff, poured in spiritual energy, and took the initiative to meet Haotian from behind. When the opponent turned his head and threw a heavy fist, he used the cloth to meet the golden and jade body-shattering fist - overcome the rigidity with softness, and stifled the series of vibrations in the cradle. At the same time, with a flash of light in his left hand, the saber suddenly appeared in his hand, and the first stroke of the basic sword technique knocked Haotian into the air.
"Haotian defeated, second place, Su Ling, age 18, realm: the eleventh floor of the Qi refining period."
The sword spirit spoke out on time at the moment Haotian was defeated, a white light enveloped Haotian, and then a woman with a beautiful face and moon appeared, wearing a long dress with auspicious clouds, aqua-green water thin wash gauze on her shoulders, and a smile on her cheeks.
Su Ling - Lin Zhizhi has heard of this woman's fame.
A hundred years ago, the demon girl of the Hehuan sect, Su Ling, was born with a charming body. She achieved twice the result with half the effort in the practice of Hehuan, and became famous all the way.
Lin's father seemed to have some regrets when he mentioned Su Ling's elegance to his son.
Unexpectedly, she has also been to this Wanjian Cave.
Su Ling's facial features simulated by the sword spirit could vaguely see the shadow of peerless in the future, smiled slightly, and slowly took a step forward.
Her movements are elegant, like a prelude to a dance.
But it was this step that made Lin Zhizhi on the opposite side feel a shock in his heart, as if he was stepping on his own destiny!
Lotus steps seven steps, Su Ling's original exercise.
After Su Ling became a god, she claimed that the seventh step could kill an immortal!
At this time, Su Ling, who was in the qi-refining period, took two or three steps one after another, forcing Lin Zhizhi to feel a pain in her heart and blood oozing from the corner of her mouth.
The boy wiped off the blood, knowing that Su Ling must not finish these seven steps. He changed his hand to hold the saber, used the Wind Control Jue, and slashed at the daughter of Tianjiao in the previous world at a very fast speed, but just half a meter away from the opponent, his eyes darkened and he entered Su Ling's domain.
A faint scent came from Lin Zhizhi's nose, and a woman's tender laughter lingered in his ears. This scent is very peculiar, like Su Ling's body scent, mixed with the temptation of a natural body, which actually made the young man feel a little confused.
Just when Lin Zhizhi was under the influence of the charming body, the imprint of the charming body in the shape of a petal in his dantian trembled slightly. The tiny flower bones stretched out the petals unobtrusively—this change was so insignificant that even Lin Zhizhi himself hadn't noticed it, and he still followed Xuanhua's advice: stick to the heart of the Tao.
Su Ling's fourth step.
Lin Zhizhi's meridians trembled, and his spiritual power almost reversed, causing a catastrophe. The boy bit the tip of his tongue and used the pain to wake himself up. He simply closed his eyes and searched for the possible location of Su Ling in the darkness—
This time, the second horizontal piercing hook of the basic sword technique passed through the girl's shoulder.
Su Ling's slender figure disappeared, and a shadowy demon cultivator appeared next.
…
Lin Zhizhi couldn't count the number of challengers he had experienced, just like he couldn't count how many injuries he had. From the wounds visible to the naked eye, there were two knife wounds that almost pierced his abdomen and countless abrasions - at this time, he was trying his best to support his body with his saber, and at the same time, there were a few high-grade spirit stones in front of him. Quick recovery of aura.
It was such an embarrassing scene, but the black-haired boy was half-supporting his body, and his eyes were not tired at all, but full of brilliance—this unusual light turned his whole body into color and vividness. come over.
Alluring.
The sword spirit appeared in mid-air for some reason, and the gray-white eyes stared at the boy below for a moment. The incorporeal sword spirit gradually descended, and finally stood in front of the young man and looked at him face to face - the one-sided kind, when the sword spirit was hidden, Lin Zhizhi couldn't see it at all.
Jianling paused, hesitated, and finally obeyed his heart, kissing the boy's eyes slowly and softly.
Those black eyes that seemed to contain the entire starry sky.
Then shyly flew back into the air.
-Lin Zhizhi didn't know the existence of this sword spirit, but his heart was actually very excited, and the mood at the moment was extremely surging.
The images just now were all of some famous and powerful geniuses.
To be able to play against these characters at the same level, I don't know how many people dream of it.
The sages of ancient times are all lonely.
In normal times, how many Tianling roots are there in a hundred years? How many handsome talents can really be called "the posture of becoming an immortal"? When you have surpassed the general peers by a big realm, looking at them is like looking at the younger generation.
Therefore, Lin Zhizhi cherished this opportunity very much. He learned from these people and observed their Taoism closely, which would be of great benefit to him in the future.
The sword spirits in the sky floated up and down, patiently waiting for Lin Zhizhi to absorb the aura of the spirit stone in front of him. This time, Lin Zhizhi had some doubts: Could it be that the big boss is coming after the intermission? This time the interval is a bit long
Sword Spirit waited until the spirit stone turned into dust before continuing: "According to the regulations left by the master, you have excellent qualifications, good looks, solid foundation, firm character, and you have defeated twenty challengers, and you are eligible to enter the final selection. The 21st challenger, Xuan Hua, age is unknown, in the spirit-transforming stage."
Lin Zhizhi: "..."
Master really played a big game of chess... What else is there to play! He's going to hang up! In the God Transformation Stage, the Qi Refinement Stage was singled out, and the Master was simply ruthless and shameless!
The appearance of Xuanhua that appeared was exactly the same as that of the master outside, but compared with the images of the previous few people, it was more spiritual. This spirituality is embodied in that he did not attack Lin Zhizhi as soon as he saw him, but extended a hand to him and said, "I entered this Wanjian Cave that day, and at the request of the old Wanjian, I left this spiritual thought, Save it as a screening to choose a successor to the Excalibur."
"No need to beat me, just let me recognize your strength."
Lin Zhizhi took a deep breath and forced himself to regard Xuanhua in front of him as a passerby. He swayed and stood up from a half-sitting position. He stabbed Xuanhua.
Xuanhua's face was expressionless, standing in the same place and letting Lin Zhizhi attack, only when the young man got close to him with his right hand, he held the little apprentice's wrist so gently, gently but irresistibly bruised Lin Zhizhi. embraced in his arms.
With a flash of white light, Lin Zhizhi felt a little warm all over his body, and the wound improved in an instant.
-Actually, what Lin Zhizhi was in this arena was only the consciousness pulled by the sword spirit. When he returned to the real body in the Ten Thousand Swords Cave, all his injuries would no longer exist.
Xuan Hua knew this, but he couldn't helplessly watch his little apprentice dangling in front of him with even a little scar.
Lin Zhizhi, who was held in Xuanhua's arms, was puzzled: "Master?"
Xuanhua lowered his head and asked with his eyes, "?"
"Didn't I want to gain your approval?" Lin Zhizhi couldn't help asking, thinking of the Divine Sword.
"Well," Xuanhua replied rightly, "you are my apprentice, and you have already been recognized by me."
"… "
- Master, this is Hong Guoguo's cheating! I really feel sorry for the old man Wan Jian, if he knew he would cry!
Xuanhua ignored the young apprentice's attack and let go of Lin Zhizhi: "You did a great job."
Lin Zhizhi, who was praised by his master, lowered his head, and said, "I think so too."
Xuanhua: "..."
Lord Dao Zun rarely choked for a while, stretched out his cold fingers and flicked Lin Zhizhi's cheek, and retracted his hand as if nothing had happened: "Go and lead the sword."
Lin Zhizhi nodded.
After saying the word "approval" to the sword spirit, Xuanhua's figure gradually faded and disappeared into the competition arena. In its place was the Sword Spirit, a grayish-white shadow fell from a height, stood up straight in front of Lin Zhizhi, and the first voice was the mechanical voice: "You have passed all the trials, I will lead you to the sword pavilion."
Sword Spirit is not a humanoid. To use a common metaphor, dyeing it black is the shadow under each person's feet. This grayish-white shadow divided an arm, and when it was about to approach him, it divided into two, pinching Lin Zhizhi's wrist.
Lin Zhizhi felt the touch of the sword spirit strangely, and it turned out to be soft and smooth.
With a thought, Jian Ling prepared to take Lin Zhizhi into the small world opened up by the old man Wan Jian.
But as soon as the sword spirit moved, Lin Zhizhi suddenly felt the earth shake for a while, as if there was a gravitational pull that would suck him away. In this violent shaking, the sword spirit could no longer catch him, and could only watch the boy's spirit be sucked away!
I don't know when it started, a space crack appeared in this small world. And Lin Zhizhi was swept up in the wind in the space crack for some reason, and he didn't know where to go.
The sword spirit disregarded the danger of life - perhaps it should be said that the danger of spiritual life - tried to enter the space crack several times. But this crack is like a beast full of contentment at this time, no matter how much the sword spirit jumps, it can't jump in, and can only lie outside and watch it blankly.
Lin Zhizhi was only in the qi-refining period. If it wasn't for the old man Wanjian's battle field, which was constructed with Yuan magnetite, he wouldn't even be able to get his soul out of the body. The Gang wind is so violent that the Nascent Soul of the great cultivator cannot be exposed to it, let alone a small period of qi refining.
But after being sucked into the space crack, Lin Zhizhi was clearly conscious. He was sitting in a transparent hood, which protected his soul and prevented the wind from entering.
The weak voice of the system rang in the boy's ears: "Are you okay?"
Lin Zhizhi shook his head and sat up: "It's okay... What's going on?"
"The sword spirit may not have brought anyone to the sword pavilion, but he forgot to let you return to the body and then enter the small world. There is a space crack in that small world, which is especially dangerous for the soul."
Lin Zhizhi couldn't help but feel a little scared, stood up in the cover, pushed the protective cover with his hand, and asked, "We are still in the cracks in this space now?"
The barbell-like voice of the system sounded as sweet as Xianle: "I was born to collect goodwill, and I didn't have the ability to materialize. Fortunately, I came across the border and contained space supernatural powers to save you - I'll wait. I will send you back to where you were, but it will drain my powers and I will fall into a deep sleep."
Lin Zhizhi couldn't help but be concerned about the system: "Will you still wake up?"
The system deliberately put on a resentful tone: "If you collect more goodwill points, I will be able to wake up. Remember, you need to be handsome, capable, and deeply loved. Once such a person's goodwill points reach the extreme, I will get more energy."
"...Then don't wake up." Lin Zhizhi said faintly.
The system still refused to give up: "Your physique is so blessed! It's a waste of money like you - oops, the energy is not enough, these days I have only collected a good impression point, the energy is not abundant, I want to send you back quickly. "
As soon as the system's voice fell, the transparent protective cover shook for a while, and Lin Zhizhi's eyes flashed. When he got used to the dizziness, he opened his eyes and found that he had returned to the body of Wanjian Cave.
- The sword spirit didn't know what to do when it was buried in his chest before, and when he saw him sitting up, his entire spiritual body was stiff.
The boy frowned and flicked the gray-white sword spirit away from his chest, and tried to call the system a few words in his heart, only to hear the system leave a sentence intermittently: "There are two more favorability degrees that are about to reach the extreme, come on, host, It's up to you to wake me up..."
This sentence completely dilutes Lin Zhizhi's worry and gratitude for it.
Lin Zhizhi: "...What are the two extreme favorability levels?! Are you not confused?!"
Excuse me, he can't wait to shake the system that was dizzy after pretending to be forced to wake up and let it explain the meaning of this sentence - after trying for a long time and unable to wake up the system, Lin Zhizhi had to give up and comfort himself: Well, not at all. It must be like Su Yu, and it may also be the pinnacle of master-disciple love, the pinnacle of friendship, and the pinnacle of family affection.
The system's words may mean that his father misses him at home and his favorability level has risen again, hehe, it must be like this.
Lin Zhizhi complimented his imagination secretly, raised his head, and saw only a grayish-white shadow staring at him blankly—this sword spirit was the culprit that caused the system to go to sleep, and he was almost the culprit. The boy said angrily, "How do you do things?"
Sword Spirit: Stare.
Previously, Lin Zhizhi followed the rules of this Ten Thousand Swords Cave and wanted to subdue the Divine Sword and Sword Spirit and let it follow him willingly. But now this sword spirit is not doing well, making him a little sullen, and said coldly: "You put my tool spirit into a deep sleep, then during this time... you come to be my tool spirit!"
The words are cold and hard, even if the sword spirit refuses to agree, it must use violence to force it to replace the system.
Sword Spirit opened his mouth and made a surprised expression. Hearing the words, he quickly floated in front of the black-haired boy, and said, "It's an honor, Master."
The quick change of words and the dog-legged content made Lin Zhizhi nowhere to purify the fire, and there was even a vague sense that he was at a loss.
The sword spirit shook its big head, and said to Lin Zhizhi, "Master, my body is on the upper floor of the sword pavilion, do you want to get it now?"
Lin Zhizhi was a little unsure how to treat the sword spirit - he originally let the sword spirit follow him in a way of punishment, and he expected this kind of artifact spirit to always be proud. But who knew that the sword spirit seemed to be waiting for him to open his mouth after the plan was completed, but taught him to stretch out his hand not to slap the smiley spirit, and finally just nodded lukewarmly.
The sword spirit got Lin Zhizhi's gesture, led it in front, and imagined a long finger to hold Lin Zhizhi, and brought him into the sword pavilion.
The sword pavilion is divided into upper, middle and lower floors. The spirit swords of the middle and lower floors do not need to be visited. When someone is eligible to receive it, the sword spirit will be pulled out and given to that person. Only the upper-level Divine Sword requires the testers to come in person.
When Lin Zhizhi stepped into the upper level of the sword pavilion, a layer of enchantment illuminated his body and disappeared without a trace after touching the sword spirit.
In the entire empty pavilion, stood a huge square tripod. The body of the tripod is engraved with the interlaced scene of the sun and the moon. Every day, the sun, moon and stars shine above the attic, and the aura is returned to the sword inserted in the tripod.
This sword blade is like autumn frost, surrounded by light blue thunder light, the front is yin, the back is yang, and the lines on the hilt run like stars. It's called "Ask the Fairy".
The Sword Spirit took the initiative to go over, and after entering the Asking Immortal Sword, the sword body trembled, and a blue light flashed through the air, stopping in front of Lin Zhizhi.
This is a divine sword that gave birth to the sword spirit. The monk Wanjian, a monk in the transformation period, was obsessed with swordsmanship all his life, so he created this divine sword by coincidence. Born out of robbery.
Now that the divine sword was within Lin Zhizhi's reach, the sword spirit was afraid that the master would not want him, so he swayed the hilt from side to side to please the new master, and signaled the new master to quickly hold the hilt.
Lin Zhizhi stretched out his hand and grasped the sword, the sword spirit cheered, lightning flashed, and the whole sword was like the most beautiful masterpiece of nature - but it couldn't compare to its owner.
In the dimly lit Jiange, the black-haired boy's skin was better than snow, his eyes were as clear as stars, and the bridge of his nose was high. He took the Asking Immortal Sword in front of his eyes and looked carefully, the cold light on the back of the sword flashed his profile, which made him feel terrified.