Slay the Gods: All the blood of kings must end with the sword!

Lin Xuan also noticed Shen Qingzhu, who was still smiling even after fainting, and realized that Brother Zha had succeeded.

Everyone can see how hard Zhaage has worked.

Every time I was knocked unconscious by the tide of sword energy, I would sleep until 8:30 in the morning.

Lin Xuan was sincerely happy for Shen Qingzhu, and then turned his attention back to himself.

At this time, Lin Xuan's whole body was covered with dragon scales, and all the scales seemed to be breathing and moving rhythmically, wantonly absorbing the spiritual power in the tide of sword energy, forming an invisible membrane on the surface of the scales.

After a month, Lin Xuan had a preliminary understanding of the condition of his dragon bones.

In the dragon bone state, all the bones in the body are connected as one. When the external mental power wants to attack, the dragon bone can convert part of the mental power into its own protection.

When covered with dragon scales, the dragon bones and dragon scales can work at the same time, and the effect is not simply one plus one equals two.

This situation gave Lin Xuan some guesses.

Nidhogg uses his mind to control the four elements of earth, fire, wind and water. His control over the mind must have reached an incredible level.

This may be why, when the enemy attacks him with mental power, the dragon bones and dragon scales will automatically absorb the mental power and use it for their own purposes.

But it should be noted that the mental power absorbed in this way is temporary and can only be used to fight the enemy, but not to improve the realm.

Well, using the enemy's mental power to deal with the enemy, isn't this a kind of...

boom!

Lin Xuan was thinking when he suddenly heard the sound of breaking glass.

When he turned around, he saw that Lin Qiye had collapsed to the ground, but he was still holding on tightly, trying not to faint.

The others were in a similar situation, on the verge of coma.

But this is not the point. When Lin Qiye fell, the purple glass bottle hanging on his chest shattered and spread around Lin Qiye.

At this time, Lin Qiye was almost exhausted and unable to put up an effective resistance.

Everyone stared at Lin Qiye in shock. Even Zhou Ping stopped the flow of his sword energy and rushed towards Lin Qiye, fearing that something might happen to him.

But someone was faster than him. Galan took a step forward and in the blink of an eye he was in front of Lin Qiye and helped him up.

"Qiye, how are you?"

Jia Lan said worriedly, his two restless little hands groping around up and down, and his gaze finally stopped at Lin Qiye's chest.

The fragment pierced Lin Qiye's chest, but fortunately it was only a flesh wound and did not go deep.

Galan's face flushed, but his hands did not stop moving and he directly stripped off his shirt.

"Qiye, don't move. Let me check you."

"it is good."

Lin Qiye nodded slowly, a little dazed, and leaned his head directly on Jialan's thigh.

Jia Lan trembled all over, his face turned red as if blood would drip out, but he had no intention of pushing Lin Qiye away.

Zhou Ping paused as he thought of some plots from martial arts novels...

It seems that something is wrong with my past now.

Except for Shen Qingzhu, the rest of the people were in a state of being half-conscious at this time, but when they saw this scene, they woke up instantly.

My waist is no longer sore, my headache is gone, and even my mental strength has recovered.

Lin Xuan watched this scene through the camera of his mobile phone, with the corners of his mouth curled up.

"Brother Lin, please send me a copy of the video later. No, one copy for each person!"

Baili Pangpang said.

"No, Lin Qiye is my beloved friend, brother."

"One hundred thousand."

"make a deal!"

Jia Lan took a glance and was about to say something when he heard Baili Pangpang continue.

"Sister Jialan also has a share."

Galan stopped talking.

"Jialan, I feel a little dizzy. Can I stay in your room for a while?"

Lin Qiye's voice spread faintly, and everyone's eyes widened, unable to believe that these words actually came from Lin Qiye's mouth.

"Qiye, so many people are watching..."

Galan bit his lips lightly, his voice stammering.

"What does that matter?"

Baili Pangpang and Cao Yuan's mouths dropped to the ground.

An Qingyu's eyes sparkled.

Lin Xuan held up his phone while Zhou Ping pretended to clean the floor.

"Could it be that Qiye is going to..."

Baili Pangpang said excitedly.

Although Baili Pangpang's voice was very low, Jia Lan still heard it. She was both happy and embarrassed.

After hesitating for a moment, Jia Lan helped Lin Qiye into his room.

Click.

The door is locked.

Everyone looked at each other strangely, saying nothing, yet it seemed as if they had said everything.

Ten minutes later, Jialan came out of the bedroom, straightened his clothes, and the redness on his face had not yet faded.

"This, is this the end?"

Baili Pangpang couldn't believe it. Qiye, could it be that you actually...

"What are you thinking about!"

Jia Lan rolled his eyes at him and said unhappily.

Cao Yuan moved closer to Lin Xuan.

"Lin Xuan, give me a copy of the video quickly."

"Please give me one, too."

Galan spoke a little embarrassedly.

"Easy to say."

Lin Xuan directly sent the video to the Huaguoshan senior conference group, of which Lin Xuan was the group owner.

By the way, Zhou Ping is also in the group.

Zhou Ping casually opened his phone, quickly clicked the download button, and put the phone away.

All in one go.

He said as if nothing had happened.

“Since most of you are awake, let me tell you about the next phase of training.

In the next stage, you will need to fight against teams 006 to 009 to train your coordination. Of course, to be fair, the other team will send as many people as you do."

"I see. So, shall we start with Team 009?"

"...Everything is fine."

Zhou Ping paused strangely before speaking.

"What do you mean?"

Everyone had a bad feeling in their hearts.

"Senior Sword Saint, they shouldn't be unaware of our challenge to those teams, right?"

Baili Pangpang couldn't believe it.

Zhou Ping lowered his head.

The meaning is self-explanatory.

"It's okay. As long as we reveal our identities, they will give Senior Sword Saint some face."

Zhou Ping lowered his head even more.

"In other words, we have to drag the other party into a fight without them knowing."

An Qingyu analyzed.

"Remember to pack your luggage and leave early tomorrow morning."

After Zhou Ping finished his instructions, he fled, leaving them standing there looking at each other in bewilderment.

"Will we really not be mistaken for the Church of the Ancient God?"

"Hard to say."

"I feel like this is more of a test for Senior Sword Saint than a test for us."

Going to the top four teams in Daxia except the special team, negotiating with them and completing the competition is definitely a test of social skills.

Although Zhou Ping's social anxiety symptoms were successfully alleviated thanks to everyone's efforts, that was when he was facing people like them who he was already familiar with.

If I were to face someone I don’t know, I would probably be exposed as I really am the first time we met.

“That’s a real challenge.”

After discussing for a while, everyone had no idea and had to go back to the bedroom to pack their luggage.

By the way, after helping Lin Qiye pack his luggage, Jialan returned to his bedroom and never came out again.

That night.

The moonlight shone on the iron roof of the warehouse, emitting a bright white glow.

A figure sat on the roof of the warehouse, staring at the bright full moon in the distance, lost in thought.

Footsteps sounded behind the figure, like a stone dropped into a calm lake, causing ripples.

Another person appeared on the roof and sat down next to them.

"Senior Sword Saint, would you like some?"

Lin Xuan took out a bottle of Tsingtao beer from somewhere.

Zhou Ping stared at the green beer bottle.

"Isn't that what's written in martial arts novels? The heroes always have a drink before doing something big, especially on a moonlit night like this, sitting on a cliff or a rooftop, completely drunk."

Zhou Ping hesitated for a moment, but still took the beer and gently opened the bottle cap with his sword energy.

To be honest, he had never tasted beer.

"You look a lot like a figure I saw when I was a child."

Zhou Ping stared blankly at the wine bottle in his hand, a flash of reminiscence in his eyes.

"Is he as handsome as me?"

"No, he wants to drink with me too."

"?"

Lin Xuan's mouth twitched. Even he couldn't do such a despicable thing as inviting a child to drink together.

But he didn't think much about it. He just raised the other bottle of beer in his hand and gently bumped it against the bottle in the other person's hand, making a crisp sound.

Lin Xuan looked at the moon and drank deeply.

Zhou Ping hesitated for a moment, but finally brought the bottle to his mouth.

It tastes so bitter. Why would a martial arts hero like this kind of thing?

Two bites, still bitter.

Three mouthfuls.

Boom!

Zhou Ping hit his head on the iron sheet of the warehouse roof and lost consciousness.

Lin Xuan:?