Lin Beichen suddenly felt a strong force coming from him.
"At least it has the strength of a thousand pounds."
He made an instant judgment in his mind.
This category of power definitely belongs to the tenth level of the warrior realm.
But in the next moment, Lin Beichen knew that he had misjudged.
because-
call!
A faint red flame spread from Dongfang Zhan's sword blade.
Flame~!
High temperatures suddenly appeared in the air.
The mysterious energy of flame attribute.
The mysterious energy awakens!
This Eastern War turned out to be in the martial arts realm.
The next moment, the pale red flame was seen attached to the Blue Bird Sword and spreading towards Lin Beichen's palm.
flap!
The sound of birds flapping their wings.
Lin Beichen used the [Fei Yu in the Cloud] movement technique to distance himself, and with a wave of profound energy, he extinguished the fire on the Blue Bird Sword.
Excitement appeared on his face.
Oh my god.
Finally saw a living martial artist of the same age.
"The response was pretty quick."
Dongfang Zhan smiled faintly and said, "Yes, if you can catch my sword, you are qualified to be regarded as the younger generation of elites in Yunmeng City."
The parallel fingers of his left hand touched the blade of the sword.
Hooray.
On the ordinary long sword, a finger-width of fire danced.
The faces of the young people around him suddenly showed expressions of excitement and admiration.
Martial Arts Master Realm!
For the younger generation under the age of sixteen, this is an amazing and desirable martial arts realm.
"I don't care about myself. If you admit defeat now, kowtow to my brothers and apologize, today's matter will be considered over." Dongfang Zhan said.
How could Lin Beichen be willing to listen
When he was on Earth, he was a gamer.
On weekdays, I'm scared to death. In real life, I practice the 'Conongxin Dafa', but as long as I'm on the Internet, I'm absolutely fearless. Especially in many online games, I'm a heroic hero. His style is unmistakable, he is a serious internet addict, and his favorite thing is to fight bosses through levels.
Today's Eastern War made Lin Beichen find this feeling.
"Afraid of an egg?"
"Just think of it as an online game!"
"We defeated monsters like Xiahou Chong before, now it's the turn of Dongfang Zhan, the end-of-level BOSS."
"Whether you can beat it or not, let's take a wave first and then talk about it."
Lin Beichen secretly encouraged himself in his heart.
Moreover, there was still a dangerous thought in his heart that he could hardly suppress -
He was sent to this world by the God of Death.
If you die once in this world, will you return to Earth
At the worst, you should be able to see the God of Death after you die, right
At that time, can we bargain for a while
Of course, this attempt was too risky, so Lin Beichen did not plan to take action unless it was a last resort.
So faced with Dongfang Zhan's condescension, Lin Beichen's answer was simple and straightforward -
"You and your henchmen, come together and kneel down to me to apologize. I will let you go today."
"act recklessly."
Dongfang Zhan's face also darkened.
Then he struck again.
A thin flame clung to the long sword, and when it was slashed, the air became hot.
Lin Beichen used all his profound energy to welcome the man.
…
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Attic second floor.
Dozens of distinguished guests from the cities in the four major territories of Fengyu Province were taking a short break to chat.
This sword trial appointment was originally just a small-scale competition within Yunmeng City.
However, under Bai Haiqin's instruction and operation, his influence was greater than last time. It was not only limited to Yunmeng City, but also invited in some big cities in Fengyu Province.
Some truly influential figures, as well as geniuses from other cities, were invited.
Going back a few days, it was actually a complete accident that Bai Yiyun was able to get an invitation.
That day, Cao Potian indeed went towards Lin Beichen.
Because Lin Beichen is suspected to be Ding Sanshi's favorite candidate, and he once received the [Sword of Virtue].
It's just that he went too far and insisted on posting in that way. As a result, Bai Yiyun fought hard to get an invitation, which forced him to take out a second invitation. Originally, he planned to wait until Lin Beichen couldn't catch it and humiliate him. After a while, he threw the invitation in Lin Beichen's face as a sign of mercy.
Who knew that Lin Beichen had taken the invitation in a way that Cao Potian couldn't understand, causing him to suffer two consecutive losses and return in embarrassment.
Lin Beichen and others did not know these inside stories.
There are nine provinces in the Beihai Empire.
Fengyu Province is one of them. It is located in the southeast of the empire and has a vast maritime territory. It governs four major territories, namely Xinjin, Dongming, Dachuan and Hai'an.
Under the four major territories, there are many cities of different sizes.
Yunmeng City is a small city within the jurisdiction of Hai'an Territory.
At this time, there were more than a dozen big shots on the second floor of the attic, all of whom were old and young. The old ones were well-dressed and majestic, and the younger ones were mostly fifteen or sixty-seven years old. They were full of energy and powerful.
At that time, they all had swords hanging on their waists, and their brows were sharp. They were all swordsman geniuses recognized in various cities.
"Is that the Eastern War that represents Yunmeng City?"
A young man with a square face and messy long blood-red hair stood in front of the window, looking at the battle below, and said: "He is worthy of the first and middle level of the martial arts master realm. He is so weak and pitiful. He has awakened the fire attribute. Really?" It’s a waste.”
"Brother Xueyan has too high requirements for his peers in a small place like Yunmeng City."
Another handsome young man in cotton scholar uniform said.
He put his hands on the window sill, his fingers were slender and white, like the palms of a girl, and he was watching the battle from afar with relish, as if he were watching a circus.
"Song Qingfeng, don't you think it's a shame to be called the Twelve Young Swordsmen of the Sword Trial with such people?" Xue Yan expressed her dissatisfaction in a very rude way.
"No, no, the final quota for the twelve young swordsmen has not been determined yet," a young man dressed in white luxurious brocade clothes with gold and jade inlay held a folding fan with jade bone and gold in his hand. The smell of coquettishness was strong, so Zuo said calmly: "Even if it's Xue Yan, it's still a matter of suspense whether he can be among the twelve. Why bother with others? Hahaha, it's ridiculous."
"Lin Haitang, question me? Are you going to fight?"
Xue Yan instantly felt like a little leopard hunting, her muscles all tense and about to take action.
"Don't just quarrel, why don't you guys have a fight and kill each one? That would be fun." Another young man named Song Queyi, while eating melon seeds, fanned the flames loudly and said: "Anyway, tonight is for the younger generation. The duel is open, so open it up."
Xue Yan and Lin Haitang immediately glared at Song Queyi.
There are twelve teenagers in the attic.
In addition to these relatively lively and talkative people, there are a few others who are either meditating with swords in their arms, or standing behind the elders with their hands and eyebrows lowered without saying a word, and there is also a chubby little fat man. He keeps stuffing snacks into his mouth, chewing like a squirrel without thinking about talking.
The characters of the older generation were more harmonious with each other, communicating with each other, talking about old stories that the teenagers were not very interested in.
At this time, footsteps came.
However, it was Ling Junxuan and his wife, the lord of Yunmeng City, who came down from the third floor of the attic and greeted everyone.
The young people didn't pay much attention to the lord of this remote coastal town. In addition, everyone was resentful that the lord and his wife of the small town had been left here for a long time, so they ignored Ling Junxuan and the others.
But the older generation still stood up from their seats and returned the greetings without hesitation.
Because they know that the Ling family cannot be underestimated.
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There are still three updates today, and there are two more updates at ten o'clock and twelve o'clock.
The dragons in the first phase of the dragon tower have begun to appear in large numbers. Brothers who have left messages in the dragon tower, please pay more attention.