Fairy, return my flying sword to me

Chapter 70 Dare to be the first in the world

"Brother Lin just used the Lingying Light-Splitting Sword, right?"

"The Lingying Light-Splitting Sword can actually be used in conjunction with the Flying Sword Technique. Why haven't I thought of this before?!"

"So what if you've thought about it? Can you use it?!"

The Flying Sword Technique is certainly fast in flying a sword, but when everyone uses the Flying Sword Technique, both sides lose their advantage.

The usual style of sparring between the sect's sword-cultivating disciples is for both sides to poke each other, and it all depends on who has better body movements and stronger defense.

Whoever can persist longer will naturally win the final victory.

But now, someone suddenly told them in front of everyone, "If a flying sword knows swordsmanship, even gods and ghosts can hardly stop it."

It was the first time that Lin Jian made a move in front of everyone, and the scene in front of the ring fell into a strange silence as soon as he made a move.

Even the elder who presided over the competition raised his old eyelids slightly, and showed more interest in this competition.

In the eyes of him, who was in the Nascent Soul stage, the competition between the younger generations in the Foundation Establishment stage was like children playing house and there was no seriousness at all. However, the champion on this stage made a move that made him take notice.

"There aren't many swordsmen who have mastered basic swordsmanship to this level..."

After a brief silence, the commotion in front of the ring began again. "Didn't this senior brother just say that he wanted to be the first to go on stage and take the championship? Even though the first place has been taken away, you still have a chance."

"Who just said that Senior Brother Lin is a pushover? If he is a pushover, go ahead and pinch one for everyone to see!"

The disciples who did not plan to participate in the competition just wanted to watch the fun and make trouble. They went in whichever direction the wind blew and kept making a fuss.

The disciple who was pushed forward suddenly shook his body, "No! Who said he doesn't have a flying sword?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the brother who spread the "inside information" instantly became the target of public criticism. His face flushed with anxiety as he was being watched by everyone. He quickly turned his gaze to the defiant disciple and suddenly sneered, "What? You only dare to bully opponents without flying swords, and you dare to say you want to fight for the sect?"

"That's right!"

"What's the point of just bullying an opponent without a flying sword? Now that Senior Brother Lin has a sword, you don't dare to attack him?"

The desperate disciple jumped onto the stage in a fit of rage, "Brother Lin, please teach me!"

Lin Jian smiled at him gently, made a sword gesture with his hand, and unsheathed the sword.

Facing the flying sword attacking from the forest, the disciple gathered all his energy and focused his attention.

Even if you lose, you have to at least take some shots. Losing is not scary, but you can't be at the bottom.

However, the flying sword that had just split into seven did not separate for a long time. Seeing the flying swords getting closer and closer, the disciples could only bite the bullet and raise their swords to meet them.

At the moment the two swords collided, several sword shadows separated from the flying swords, rotating from both sides of the flying swords in the disciple's hands and slashing towards the vital parts of his body.

"Click, rub, rub!"

His exquisite robes were instantly tattered, and bloody marks were cut all over his vital parts. He shuddered, turned around and ran, and only after he jumped into the crowd did a voice come back, "Thank you, senior brother, for showing mercy!"

At the moment when the sword light passed through his body, he felt for the first time that death was so close to him.

His cultivation at the third level of foundation building could withstand sword damage to a certain extent, but he did not have the confidence to continue dealing with the unpredictable swordsmanship of his fellow disciple.

Lin Jian smiled and casually recalled the flying sword.

From the sword body that was in tune with the mind, a slightly excited response was transmitted back from the flying sword's will.

The victory in the first battle is also very meaningful for this new flying sword.

The grade of a flying sword is its own grade, but a well-cultivated sword spirit is more powerful than the flying sword itself.

Flying swords can be recast and replaced, but sword spirits cannot be created overnight.

Every peerless sword immortal has a sword spirit that has fought alongside him all the way, and the bond between the two is the closest in the world.

"Next." Lin Jian waited calmly. He knew the first person to take the stage wouldn't be a master, and those who truly believed in themselves would always need others to blaze the trail first.

But the most confident ones often dare to be the first in the world!
I didn't encounter a strong enemy in the first two moves, so perhaps I no longer have any strong enemies...

……

Outside the main hall, there are thousands of stone steps.

The sect leader and the elders who were in charge of passing on their skills looked at each other from afar and nodded with satisfaction.

"Transmitting Kung Fu, your idea this time is very good."

Anyone who can fight on behalf of the sect must have the pride and confidence to overcome all dangers and defeat all opponents!
Is the round-robin defense match fair to the champion?
unfair!
Every challenger will consume a certain amount of physical strength, true energy and spirit of the champion.

Over time, this will be a huge advantage for later challengers.

Even if the elders presiding over the competition provide elixirs sufficient to replenish one's true energy and physical strength, the worn-down will and personal characteristics that have been studied by the opponent cannot be reversed.

Because of this, the champion who can defend the ring until the end is the talent that Zhengyang Sect really needs.

Gold can only be made after repeated refining.

If a champion cannot hold on to the end, it may mean that he is not suitable for this responsibility.

The sect needs to select the strongest disciples to obtain sufficient resources for the sect, but the polishing of the disciples in this selection process is also crucial.

Pursue results, but also pursue the process.

"This is a good idea. It can be passed on in the future."

Chuan Gong lowered his head to hide the joy in his eyes, "Yes! Sect Master!"

……

Once again, he dispatched an opponent with just the Flying Sword Technique and the Lingying Light-Splitting Sword. Lin Jianyou had some free time to say to Li Yuwan on the sidelines, "Look, this move is called effort and sweat. I put in the effort, and the sweat is on their faces."

As a senior brother, you should be willing to support your junior brothers and sisters.

Every one of my senior brothers and sisters treated me the same way, and now it is time for me to pass on the teachings of my master.

"Since you are also following the path of sword cultivation, you should understand the true meaning of sword cultivation."

"I practice swordplay a thousand times every day, and I haven't slacked off for even a single day in the three thousand days and nights I've been practicing."

“Read a book a hundred times and its meaning will become clear; practice sword a thousand times and its true meaning will emerge.”

"If you can't perfect every detail of this path, you won't be able to get a response from the sword."

"Be loyal to the sword. Only the sword can be loyal to you."

In the past, Lin Jian would not have been able to speak openly to others about what was in his heart.

He dared not mislead the young people casually.

But after gradually figuring out his own unique sword intent, Lin Jian felt that the path he had been sticking to might have some truth to it.

"Sword cultivators should be like this."

He looked around in the woods with a sword in hand and invited everyone loudly.

"Next up, please welcome the talented swordsman."

The audience looked at each other, and no one dared to respond.

Faced with this sword cultivator who was only at the first level of Foundation Establishment, all the disciples who had just completed the third and fourth levels of Foundation Establishment chose to remain silent...

(End of this chapter)