Fairy, return my flying sword to me

Chapter 89 Undercurrent (Part )
"That's very understanding!" Haruyuki clapped his hands.

"Yeah." Lin Jian was very proud. "I think so too."

Thanks to the great idea of ​​a certain genius idea king, Lin Jian directly visualized the scene of the full-scale killing array in his mind, forming a temporary and never-ending...brainstorming?
Feeling it wasn't strong enough, Lin Jian even added another blow. If Chun Xue hadn't said that the Divine Lock he had just forged couldn't hold back the wild storm, Lin Jian would have almost created a super-powered version of the White Tiger Roaring Sky Formation.

Under this never-ending brainstorming, Lin Jian's sea of ​​consciousness has been absolutely fully washed and trained, and the power of the storm released by the Divine Chain has been increased every moment.

The sea of ​​consciousness is the source of spiritual awareness.

When the sea of ​​consciousness becomes strong, the spiritual consciousness will also become strong.

One of the two key criteria for advancing from the first level of foundation building to the second level is that the spiritual consciousness can be projected to at least three feet around the body. Lin Jian achieved this in a short period of time after practicing the secret method.

The rapid improvement of his spiritual awareness also allowed him to successfully practice Fengtong, one of the secret techniques of the Golden Spirit Secret Method, in the past two days.

It was precisely based on Feng Tong's observation that Lin Jian "saw" that every time Ping Sinan flashed, he found that he had a close relationship with Li Qingyu's shadow.

Moreover, there is no absolute rule for this kind of relationship, and as a bystander, it is difficult for him to imagine how to catch such a difficult opponent.

Ping Sinan was like a slippery loach, waiting for his opponent to become exhausted and reveal a flaw after the active attack, and then seizing the opportunity to score with one strike.

“…” Looking at the back of Lin Jian’s head, Sun Qinghan couldn’t help but feel angry.

I really want to burn something, I don’t know why.

It's clearly a stand for three people, so why can't I have a name?

It's me talking to you, bro!

How did you get into conversation with your mascot?

At the same time, on the opposite stands, the remaining four participating disciples of Lingyun Sect looked at the stage with solemn eyes.

In the silence, one of the men in the white cloud uniform spoke first, "Xing Jun! You are also a physical cultivator. Are you confident in facing this physical cultivator from the Zhengyang Sect?"

Xing Jun looked at her solemnly for a long time before slowly shaking his head and saying, "Not much hope... This woman is too scary."

He is called Ti Xiu, but his swordsmanship can actually suppress Junior Brother Ping's swordsmanship.

You have to know that before Junior Brother Ping Sinan turned to seclusion and practiced cultivation, he was a serious sword-cultivating genius in the sect!

If it weren't for the complete inability to fight head-on, why would Junior Brother Ping be hiding like this?

In addition, this woman is tall and strong, and as a physical cultivator, she has amazing strength and her physical strength seems to be unlimited.

She simply ignored the two swords that Junior Brother Ping could occasionally counterattack with. At this moment, she was charging all over the arena, and her big knife was almost splitting the entire arena into pieces.

"The intelligence says that the two sword cultivators are the most powerful in the Zhengyang Sect, right? How come any of the body cultivators is so formidable?"

"Come on, those who are chosen to represent the sect in the war are all top-tier in their respective sects. How bad can they be?"

"I don't know if Junior Brother Ping can win..."

The man in black, with a cold and silent expression, exuded a chilling aura. The moment he spoke, the other three teammates were terrified. "Whether we win or lose, the other team won't feel good."

……

Further away from the arena, the unnoticed elder of Xuanfeng Sect stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the ongoing fight on the arena.

Behind him were several disciples of Xuanfeng Sect, who were bowing respectfully.

"Did you see that?" The Xuanfeng Sect elder whispered to his disciples, "These are the disciples of the four major sects..."

With one cut, gravel flew everywhere.

The sword reflected a cold light and changed in an instant.

In the dazzling fight, disciples from the four sects fought against each other on the ring, and the atmosphere was full of murderous intent.

"I want you all to see clearly! This is the disciple trained by the four major sects after they took all their resources!"

“There is no weakling, no shortcomings!”

“Originally, you could be as good as them.”

“But they won’t let me!”

"The four major sects won't let us! The Pure Yang Sword Sect won't let us either!"

"Small sects like us deserve to die! Our disciples should retreat when they encounter them outside! The resources are theirs, the opportunities are theirs too. We were the first to discover the secret places in the wild, so as long as they see them, they are theirs!"

"Why?" The elder gritted his teeth, his cheeks trembling slightly. "I don't accept it! I've had enough!"

"The opportunity is right before us! This is your only chance to surpass them!"

"Go! Get ready! I want all four of them to pay the price! Starting from this moment..."

The leading disciple clasped his fists respectfully and responded coldly, "Yes! Master!"

Then he slowly retreated, gradually disappearing into the forest. ...

"What are you looking at?" Lin Jian asked curiously.

Chunxue withdrew her gaze, a faint smile on her face. That smile was distant and indifferent, making her look like a cold and aloof swordsman who was detached from the world.

Fortunately, it was only for a moment. Haruyuki's eyes curved again, and he looked at the ring with great interest and asked, "Is the fight over?"

"almost……"

The winner of the next ring has already been decided, but the game of cat and mouse is still going on here.

The huge arena was smashed to pieces, and finally Li Qingyu, panting, used his knife to pin Ping Sinan's relatively thin body down.

"Still running? Huh? I let you run away that day, and you can still let you run away this time?"

Ping Sinan was beaten so badly that his face was bruised and swollen that he could barely speak clearly. "I didn't steal it that time."

"I don't understand." Li Qingyu frowned and swung his sword. "Are you still scolding me?"

"No, no, no!"

"Snapped!"

"And you're still scolding me!"

"Alright, alright!" The elder who had been standing by the stage, anxiously watching the entire performance, quickly flew over. "Now that the winner has been decided, there's no need to fight any further."

His biggest responsibility is to prevent the situation on the field from turning into an irreparable tragedy.

In the competition among the four sects, serious injuries are allowed but no deaths are allowed. This is the bottom line for each sect.

If one or two of these geniuses from various sects died under his care, his small sect would probably be finished.

"Okay, go down." As the elder activated the magic circle, the arena that was smashed to pieces by Li Qingyu was restored to its original state under the great power.

According to the official explanation, it is to allow the cultivator who makes the move to have some feedback. Otherwise, if the opponent dodges the spell and the spell hits the ground with a bang and bounces back, wouldn't that be embarrassing?

"Please invite the second disciple of Lingyun Sect to come on stage!" The elder shouted loudly, turning to look at Li Qingyu who remained on the stage, "Do the disciples of Zhengyang Sect insist on doing so?"

Li Qingyu picked up the knife, then realized his own limp state and shook his head with a wry smile, "Forget it."

I was thinking of defeating three at once, but it took so much effort to defeat just one of them.

Li Qingyu walked back to the stands in a carefree manner, smiling brightly, "We've got our first win, now it's up to you guys."

Since it is a three-on-three round-robin match, except for the last match between the three teams, there is actually no difference between a narrow victory and a draw.

Li Qingyu, whose physical strength and energy were drained by Ping Sinan, was unable to fight a second game. Instead of staying on the court and being crushed by someone at full strength, it would be better to come down early and recover.

The value of the first victory lies in morale, it is a good start.

"Leave it to me!" Yun Feiyang walked onto the stage angrily, filled with anger at having his seat in the stands taken away but unable to vent it.

He decided to let his opponent experience all the grievances he had suffered, "You are finished!"

His opponent was a disciple of Lingyun Sect wearing a white cloud robe.

The second match is between Faxiu and Faxiu.

The elder directing the fight looked at both sides and gave a final warning, "I just received instructions from the referee bench. Please ask certain disciples not to get involved in off-field emotions while on the field."

Yun Feiyang was shocked, "My intention to use public power for personal gain was discovered so quickly?"

The battle between Dharma cultivators is very similar to the fighting arena during the internal selection of Zhengyang Sect.

However, the magic that Yun Feiyang practiced was a system of its own. Once it was deployed, most of the arena was instantly covered by his magic.

Although his cultivation was still at the Foundation Establishment Stage, it had some imitation of the Spirit Transformation Stage.

Surrounded by his Qingmu magic, the Lingyun Sect's cultivator who specialized in water magic held on for a long time but was ultimately defeated.

Having defeated an opponent, Yun Feiyang felt good about himself and waved his hand, "Next!"

In this competition among the four sects, I will be the first one to defeat two opponents at once and win the victory for my sect! I am an absolute genius!

Yin Wuya, dressed in black, walked slowly onto the stage.

He held the sword in his arms like the most arrogant swordsman.

Following the order from the elder on the sidelines, Yun Feiyang was about to unleash his magic when an almost invisible black light flashed across the eyes of every spectator.

When he came to his senses, a pitch-black dagger was already on Yun Feiyang's neck...

(End of this chapter)