The big waves washed away the sand, and Zhehua will enter the second round, and the number of disciples has been reduced by half. There are those who are closed to heal their injuries, others who are sorting out the last round of battle insights, and some small sects have already left Yecheng because none of the disciples have entered the second round.
There were fewer disciples participating in the competition, but Ye Cheng had no shortage of people at all.
Many people come here.
In order to see how far the young people in the cultivation world can reach. Has the 'Age of Stars' predicted by Mr. Zhang Yuan come
In order to encourage the disciples of their own sects, some of the contestants' colleagues who have participated in the flower folding club before came to share their combat experience with the juniors.
On this day, the sun was scorching hot and the heat was overwhelming.
A group of cultivators in cyan robes came to Yecheng.
They are neither to watch the competition nor to encourage their peers.
They are here to meet people.
"That Yin Biyue, this is a bye?"
The person who asked the question rubbed his sword in front of the case.
The sword was very long, with a black body, and even the dazzling sunlight outside the window fell on it, as if it had been sucked into it, and could not reflect the slightest brilliance.
Not only the sword, but also the person who wields the sword. He sat by the window, so the sun retreated.
Although he asked a question, his expression was indifferent, and he didn't give any alms to the person next to him.
"Yes, Senior Brother." He Lai was already able to get out of bed, and his injuries were all healed. He stood by the case and looked very respectful.
The young man who asked the question did not speak again, his eyes still fell on the sword.
After a long time, because he couldn't stand the invisible pressure around him, he was dripping with cold sweat on his back.
The young man spoke,
"This is the end of the matter. Practice your sword well in the future, and don't come out and be ashamed again."
He Lai was overjoyed, lifted the hem of his clothes and bowed,
"Yes! Thank you, brother! Thank you, brother!"
He knew that when the other party said 'just here', he didn't mean to forget it, but he had already agreed to solve it, so he came here.
The young man waved his hand and said lightly, "Go down."
He Lai gathered up his sleeves and saluted and exited.
After he went out, the old leader who led the leader of Bao Pu Zong approached, stopped at a salute distance, and asked in a low voice, "Have you decided to make a move?"
According to seniority, such a situation is extremely absurd.
But in Baopuzong, no one dared to feel wrong.
The young man frowned slightly, he knew the meaning of this question. It is nothing more than scruples about Juggernaut, persuading him not to kill him.
So he said, "I'm not going to kill him."
The elder who held Pu Zong breathed a sigh of relief, the wrinkles on his face were stretched out, and he exited silently.
The young man is still wiping his sword.
He said he couldn't kill him, and it was true.
But serious injury, disability, and broken meridians are not considered dead hands.
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The second round of the Flower Folding Club has begun, and there are two things that are most widely circulated in Yecheng.
One is that Feng Yujian and Juggernaut disciples meet in a narrow way and invite them to fight in public.
Because both parties were brought back by the same senior brothers, this matter had no result, but everyone thought that Zhong Shan and Yin Biyue would eventually fight. It's a pity that Yin Biyue got a bye this time, which is really regrettable.
In contrast, the second news made people feel chills in their hearts. Because it is said that someone met Zheng Wei, who ranked second among the 'Baopu Seven Sons', at Xinshuiqiao in the north of the city.
The authenticity of this rumor is very doubtful, and many people do not believe that Zheng Wei will come out of the mountain just because he sees a folding flower.
If he does come, what does he want to do? Did he want to kill again
But this is Ye Cheng, does he really want to provoke the prestige of the city lord
No matter who came or didn't, so far, the flower folding fair has been going on in an orderly manner.
The second round of the competition was even more exciting and thrilling. For the convenience of watching the battle, only two of the original four arenas are open. So the test process slowed down to a great extent.
Without the time limit and the tie rules, two people who are on the same level can sometimes fight from early morning to sunset, until the winner is decided.
In such a fierce battle, the battle between Luo Mingchuan and Puhong of Xingshan Temple is particularly different.
According to those who watched the battle, Cangya's first disciple did not use a sword, nor did he use a coaching whip any more. Instead, he used a movement technique and palm technique to break Xingshan Temple's long-famous Compassion Palm. Halfway through the fight, the two stopped at the same time and discussed the Dharma.
The people in the audience heard the clouds and fog covering the mountains, and they didn't know why.
The Cangya Mountain disciples and Xingshan Temple Buddha practise discussing the Dharma, which sounds absurd. But at sunset, Pu Hong suddenly smiled, conceded defeat, and stepped down.
Yin Biyue did not see this wonderful debate on Buddhism.
Because he is sitting at the key point of self-contemplation, and has entered some mysterious realm.
He closed his eyes in the room and looked at the objects outside. He could see the pattern of the sapphire case, the rustling petals of the magnolia in the courtyard, the sparkling autumn lake, the thousands of mansions and the busy Yecheng. .
You can see the beating of your heart, the operation of true essence, and the flow of blood.
Not with eyes.
What the eyes see may not be the truth.
He sees with his soul, so there is nothing to hide.
He felt the rush of true essence in the meridians, rolling over, like a river going to split rocks, with a bone-chilling chill. For the first time in his life, this chill did not bring pain, but gave him a sense of coolness and comfort.
He guides them and guides the true essence into the secluded mansion, just like thousands of rivers end up in the sea.
In an instant, there was an illusion that the heaven and the earth were in harmony with himself.
However, the vast sea, is it the end
This is Yin Biyue's fourth day of closed doors.
The temperature in the courtyard had dropped to autumn, and a thin layer of frost had accumulated on the stone slabs. Magnolia magnolia could not bear the cold weather and fell all over the floor.
When the cold wind blows, it is like a thousand snow waves hitting the shore.
Luo Mingchuan stood under the tree with a calm expression, "Sit and look at yourself, Junior Brother is about to break the barrier."
Duan Chongxuan said solemnly, "Unfortunately, I have a competition to go to. Fourth Senior Brother is here to ask you."
Luo Mingchuan nodded, his eyes firm.
However, the fists under the sleeves were clenched tightly, and the palms were full of cold sweat.
He knew that his junior brother had reached a critical moment in breaking the barrier, and he could not tolerate any mistakes.
Most of the Cangya Mountain disciples were already watching the battle under the ring. No one was practicing swordsmanship by the Qiuhu Lake. There was no human voice in the courtyards, and it was completely empty and lonely.
After Duan Chongxuan left, Luo Mingchuan was the only one left in the nearest courtyard in Linhu.
Not only Qiu Shuang and Luo Hua, but Luo Mingchuan's broad sleeves swayed slightly in the wind.
The summer heat wave blows here, and it becomes a bleak autumn wind.
The chill was getting heavier and heavier, and even strands of sword energy floated in the middle, and the sword energy of the Cold Water Sword began to overflow.
Luo Mingchuan's heart sank, Junior Brother is using a sword
Is it because of the shackles encountered in breaking the barrier
Yin Bi frowned slightly.
Youfu is the sea, but not the end.
It is the heart that breaks the barrier, and you should see your true heart.
So his consciousness floated on the sea, and this was the first time he saw the sea in his body.
He knew that every cultivator would have his own 'sea' after breaking through the state of concentration. The true essence of the whole body is stored here, flows to each meridian, circulates back and forth for a week, and then flows into the sea.
Life does not cease, and the sea does not dry up. And only when the barrier is broken, the sea can be 'seen'.
At this time, the white mist on his sea covered the sky and the sun. He wanted to see everything, but was powerless, as if he was not the master of the sea.
He did not go through the painful and difficult training of Qi, cutting marrow, and concentrating.
He didn't know why the Juggernaut accepted himself as a disciple, why did the husband kill Luo Mingchuan, or even... Why did he want to be the villain in the first place
Too much confusion, too much confusion.
The heart barrier is not broken, so the fog is still there.
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The weather outside the hospital was extremely sultry, and the entire Yecheng was like a huge steamer, and the steamer couldn't breathe.
Suddenly the sky was overcast, and the wind came from all directions, overwhelming the sky. Roll up the wine and lanterns in the small building, roll up the thin clothes hanging on the bamboo poles in the courtyard, and roll up the tobacco ten miles outside Qiuhu Lake in the south of the city.
Someone pushed open the window and shouted, "It's going to rain! - Go home and close the window to collect your clothes!"
As soon as the voice fell, there was a thunderous explosion in the distant wilderness! The bustling long street was instantly empty.
The summer rain in the southern land is just as fast as a dragon. The thunder continued, and the bean-sized raindrops fell hard, causing dust to fly. The rain curtains quickly formed one after another, enveloping the entire Yecheng in the Xiaoxiao wind and rain.
With the gust of wind and thunder and lightning as the momentum, there is a grief that washes the world.
Across the curtain of rain, the two sides in the ring greeted each other.
The disciples under the stage had a thin layer of True Essence circulating around them, isolating the rain.
As for the stand on the east side, the ground was not even wet.
Duan Chongxuan on the stage bowed his hand as a salute, "Please enlighten me."
However, Xu Guang asked, "I heard that the burning talisman is made from the fire of the sky, and the rain does not invade. Is this true?"
Duan Chongxuan was stunned for a moment. He thought the other party was simply curious, so he answered sincerely, "Yes."
Xu Guang turned back and shouted at the deacon disciple, "I admit defeat!—"
Duan Chongxuan was completely stunned, because... He never thought about using a talisman paper.
After Xu Guang stepped down, he said to the Lianjian disciples beside him, "Anyway, I was lucky to pass the first round. I don't know how many talismans I have, I should leave it to those of the Qinglu Sword Sect who regard honor as their life. go fight."
The disciple showed sympathy, "Actually, even if you win after the fight, can the senior sisters let you go?"
Xu Guang looked at the senior and junior sisters who were looking at the arena with bright eyes, thought about it carefully, and felt that it was reasonable.
Duan Chongxuan surrendered to the audience, turned around and rushed to Qiuhu.
The heavy rain fell on the autumn lake, causing thousands of ripples, and groups of green and red carp floated up. The gray-tiled roofs of the courtyards by the lake were misty, like a layer of green smoke.
The rainwater dripped down the eaves, linked into strings of beads, and hit the stone steps in front of the house. Falling into this courtyard becomes a chilling autumn rain.
Autumn wind and autumn rain are sad.
However, at this time, it wasn't Qiu Yu who was killing people, but the killing intent behind the rain curtain.
Luo Mingchuan's hand had already grasped the hilt of the sword.
He rarely holds a sword on weekdays, but this movement is smooth and natural.
He fixed his eyes on the opposite eaves, where stood a man with a long sword in blue clothes, his expression was heart-pounding indifference.
She retreated from the wind and rain, and couldn't get three feet in front of him.
No one could see how he got here, it seemed that in the blink of an eye, he appeared out of nowhere.
Yin Biyue used to set up the formation in the courtyard, and the sound of the tearing of the formation flags was heard everywhere, mixed with the sound of wind and rain, which was especially shrill and harsh.
An aura of silence and death enveloped the entire courtyard.
If you hadn't killed thousands of people, it would be impossible to have such a solid killing intent.
Luo Mingchuan saw his robe and sword, and recognized this person, Zheng Wei.
So he stopped taking the sword.
Because the sword he stabbed at Zheng Wei couldn't be faster than Zheng Wei, who was standing on the eaves, stabbed at the people in the room.
There are only the younger brothers who are breaking barriers in the room.
In the year when Zheng Wei became famous, there was no such thing as 'Bao Pu Qi Zi'. Even two of Baopu's seven sons have not yet been born.
Different from being in the realm of cultivation or competing with others to become famous, Zheng Wei is famous for killing people.
So many people have come to a consensus that Zheng Wei's hobby is not practicing swordsmanship, but killing people.
The person standing on the eaves looked far away, as if looking at the lake and the rain.
Because in his eyes, whether it is Luo Mingchuan who is breaking the barrier, or Yin Biyue who is breaking the barrier in the house, or even Duan Chongxuan who is struggling outside the courtyard wall, they are all like mayflies and ants, ready to be killed at any time. is not worth seeing.
It is better to look at the lake and see the wind and rain.
Before Duan Chongxuan approached Qiuhu, he felt the killing intent of the sea.
He began to run towards the small courtyard, passing through the heavy rain curtain, splashing countless water, but was blocked outside the courtyard wall.
The invisible strength sealed this place. He wanted to go further, but he couldn't lift his legs. It was like a big mountain was pressing down on his body.
Without hesitation, he held up a paper umbrella.
At this time, holding an umbrella is naturally not for shelter from the rain.
The mountain turned into a boulder weighing more than 1,000 catties, and Duan Chongxuan staggered forward under the umbrella.
He guessed who was on the eaves, not to mention his current level of concentration, even if he came to the first realm of Hinayana, he could not wait to retreat three feet.
But he couldn't retreat, because his senior brother was still inside.
Duan Chongxuan wanted to take the sword, but his hand in his sleeve was empty. For the first time in his life, he regretted that he was not diligent in his practice.
Because he found that Zheng Wei is currently useless with any sword.
So he held an umbrella in one hand and an arrow in the other.
But he knew in his heart that, with his current cultivation, this arrow could penetrate the wall and energy barrier in front of him, but it might not be able to get close to the person.
Until this moment, he finally agreed with what his father said, "Although the magic weapon is good, it must have a mission."
The rain was getting worse, and the thunder rang through the wilderness.
The house was like Yin Biyue, who had no one and no place. He couldn't feel the wind and rain, but he could feel the killing intent. Like a steel needle, it pierced the roof, and it fell exactly behind him.
The edge is on the back, but there is no way back.
It's not just him, under the Magnolia Magnolia, outside the courtyard wall, it is also in the wind and rain, and there is no way out.
The people on the eaves recognized the umbrella and the arrow in Duan Chongxuan's hands, raised their eyebrows slightly, but there were still no ripples in their eyes.
He didn't think it was a kind of bravery to take the arrow at this time, on the contrary, he thought it was stupid.
Mayflies and ants, knowing that they can't do it, will always be in vain.
Luo Mingchuan no longer took the sword, but he looked at Zheng Wei.
The color of the pupils slowly changed from warm amber to black as deep as the abyss, strange but natural.
If Yin Biyue was here, he would have recognized that this was the Jialan Eyeball Technique.
Eyes can always be faster than swords.
Yin Biyue knew that the best way now was to give up breaking the barrier.
But he didn't want that.
He didn't want to pay attention to the secret mystery, didn't want to know the answers to those questions, and didn't even want to care about the murderous intent behind his back.
He just wants to live a good life in this world. He wants to have power.
So he drew his sword and cut straight!
The fog does not disperse, why break the barrier
Since you can't see it, you have to cut it!
He was still sitting on the futon and closed his eyes, but in that sea, the Sword of Yihu was unsheathed!
At the same moment, Luo Mingchuan and Duan Chongxuan felt the aura in the room soaring, and the sword intent of cold water rushed out.
With a close call, there is only one step left to break the barrier.
If the person on the eaves wants to take action, this is the best time!
Luo Mingchuan's pupil color has completely turned into dull black, and the true essence on Duan Chongxuan's arrow has also overflowed.
However, for a moment, the world was silent for a moment.
The figure on the eaves glanced towards the south of the city, frowned slightly, and then disappeared into the rain curtain out of thin air.
The killing intent that killed the cold also dissipated like the ebb tide of the sea, without a trace.
The roof tiles on which he stood were quickly wetted by the rain.
The whole yard seems to have never been here except for the wind and rain.
Luo Mingchuan's tense spirit suddenly relaxed, and he took two steps to stand firm.
Facing the overwhelming pressure of Theravada without retreating, in the eyes of many people, it is an incredible thing.
Duan Chongxuan outside the courtyard wall breathed a sigh of relief, unable to hold it any longer, sitting in the muddy water leaning against the wall.
The paper umbrella slumped aside. His forehead was wet with sweat and rain.
Zheng Wei seemed to have come inexplicably, and walked inexplicably. That's because with their current state, they still can't understand the confrontation above Theravada.
Luo Mingchuan dared to relax because he noticed that when Zheng Wei left, he glanced in the direction of the City Lord's Mansion.
Yin Biyue's sword had already slashed into the sea.
The indomitable sword edge pierces the fog!
The blue sea has no waves, and Yaotai has a road. In the blink of an eye, a thousand miles of clear light!
His body became smooth and light, the strong wind suddenly picked up, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered, and as the breath turned into true essence, it gurgled into the sea. The vast and boundless sea was filled with joyous waves, more than doubling in size.
He quietly guided the flow of true essence in every inch of meridians until He Qinghaiyan.
Summer showers are the hurry. From the beginning of the rain to a complete stop, it was only half a cup of tea.
Shen Yunkai, evening sunshine.
The western sky is full of clear light, intertwined with water mist and haze sprinkled to the world.
Yecheng gradually became lively, and the shouts of hawkers sounded again. Children were treading water on blue bricks. People moved round stools and sat on the street, enjoying the long-lost coolness.
The flower-folding party at the foot of Chongming Mountain ended a day of competition, and the disciples of various sects began to walk to the city in a scattered manner. I sighed that this timely rain had washed away the scorching heat for half a month.
By the autumn lake, Yin Biyue pushed open the door and walked out.
Luo Mingchuan stood under the tree, with shallow pools at his feet, and the hem of his robe was stained with frost. However, the smile is warm, like a spring breeze.
Duan Chongxuan was sitting under the tree gasping for breath, and when he saw him come out, he also laughed,
"Congratulations to Fourth Senior Brother for breaking the barrier."