The most useless spiritual root at the beginning, I just want to play badly

His aura was getting stronger and stronger. Although he didn't draw his sword, there was already sword intent around him. However, Meng Haoran used a unique method to suppress him. This was to accumulate strength!

"Draw the sword! This move is Senior Meng's signature move! In the outer disciple competition, Senior Brother Meng, with his second-grade Golden Core cultivation, overwhelmed all his fellow disciples of the same realm. It was with this move that he instantly became the best among the outer disciples!"

"This 'Sword Drawing Technique' is a set of sword techniques that my Senior Brother Meng learned from an Inner Sect Elder after he awakened his Second-Rank Golden Core. It's been over half a year now, so Junior Brother Meng's sword drawing technique should have improved, right?"

"I didn't expect Junior Brother Meng to use his most powerful trick right away. Looks like the spirit stone is mine! Junior Brother Chen, it's best to auction off your magic sword."

Below the stage, Deacon Li looked at Meng Haoran who was about to draw his sword, smiled slightly, and nodded.

Compared with the last outer disciple competition, Meng Haoran's current "drawing of the sword" is more condensed and restrained than the last time, and he has obviously reached the level of minor success.

This Meng Haoran, whether in terms of comprehension or state of mind, is one of the best among the outer sects.

With such excellent qualifications, he would definitely be able to occupy a position even if he entered the inner gate.

Lin Changan on the opposite side barely passed the external assessment with the help of the art of talismans, but in front of Meng Haoran, he could no longer make any progress.

But from the fact that he used so many talismans in battle, it can be seen that there must be a family of talisman making behind him, and the strength of this family is definitely not weak.

If Lin Changan really died in this trial, I'm afraid the aristocratic families behind him would resent him.

Although the Qinglong Sect is not afraid of those talisman families, it would rather avoid provoking them if possible.

If Lin Chang'an cannot block Haoran's sword-drawing method later, he will come to the rescue to save some face for the Qinglong Sect and avoid getting into trouble.

Deacon Li made up his mind and focused his attention back on the stage. At this moment, he had already made plans to rescue Lin Changan from Meng Haoran.

When Meng Haoran drew his sword, Lin Changan felt the violent sword energy in Meng Haoran's body.

If I were just a normal Qi-cultivating cultivator, I would probably be dead after this blow.

However, in the face of this long-brewing attack, Lin Changan did not feel any threat.

Gently stroking the necklace hanging around his neck, a cool feeling came from his palm, and the only trace of uneasiness in his heart disappeared.

Not to mention the "Draw the Sword" performed by Meng Haoran, who was in the late Jindan stage, even a master in the Shenhua realm would not be able to break through the protection of the starlight chain given by the system before the spiritual energy in his body was exhausted.

Lin Changan knew that it would be difficult to resist with talismans alone, so he did not take out any more talismans. Moreover, judging from Meng Haoran's performance, he had no intention of getting close to him to cast talismans.

Even if it means using extremely costly moves, he must be killed from a distance.

So, let us wait and see where the limit is.

With a thought, Lin Changan stopped using talismans to attack and chose to rely on starlight chains to resist.

The Qinglong Sect disciples below were slightly startled to see Lin Chang'an like this, and then one of them made a sarcastic remark.

"Could it be that this guy was so startled by Senior Brother Meng's 'draw the sword' move that he didn't even dodge or evade?"

"I guess he knew he was no match for his opponent, so he just admitted defeat."

"That's strange. Knowing he can't win, he might as well surrender. That way, while it's embarrassing, at least he can survive. Doesn't this guy understand the importance of saving face or his life?"

"However, Senior Brother Meng has already used the sword-drawing technique. This time, Senior Brother Meng will undoubtedly win. A single strike will kill! Ten to one. I wonder if Junior Brother Chen has enough spirit stones?"

At this time, Chen Zihan stood there with a confused look on his face, cursing in his heart.

Where is your talisman? Didn’t you use the defensive talisman? Regardless of whether it can be used or not, he must seize the time and increase his defense to the maximum.

Even if he couldn't beat Meng Haoran, he could at least hold out for a few moves against him.

If I get killed instantly by Meng Haoran in one move, I will really go bankrupt!

When Deacon Li saw Lin Chang'an's distraught look, his impression of him became even worse.

In a life-and-death struggle, how could one be easily frightened?

You can tell at a glance which family such a person belongs to. Although he has no qualifications, he can easily defeat the other party with a bunch of talismans.

This fighting style is just like a small flower growing in a greenhouse.

Not to mention that his qualifications are extremely low, even if his qualifications are good, he will never achieve much.

First, when facing a strong man of Meng Haoran's level, once the talisman cannot be used, he will immediately lose the will to fight and can only surrender.

Forget it, I'll send him back after I save the people.

On the stage, Meng Haoran's sword-drawing technique was ready to go. His sword was trembling slightly, emitting a powerful aura, as if it would burst out at any time.

Meng Haoran suppressed the surging sword energy and said in a cold voice, "This is the first time I see you.

"Just surrender! I'll kill you with this blow!"

Damn, this guy is really good at pretending!

Lin Changan couldn't help but roll his eyes and said nonchalantly:

"Draw your sword! Are you worthy enough to kill me?"

"Great! Okay! That's fine!"

Meng Haoran was almost amused by him. He had given a warning with good intentions, but this man looked down on him.

After saying three consecutive sentences, Meng Haoran finally couldn't suppress his sword energy and drew out his sword so fast that no one could see clearly.

The strong sword intent that had been suppressed for a long time suddenly seemed to have an outlet. As Meng Haoran pointed his sword, a crescent-shaped blade energy slashed towards Lin Chang'an's waist at lightning speed.

This sword was not only fast, but also carried a power beyond the Golden Core realm. Even a Yuanying stage expert would not dare to take it easily.

Meng Haoran was also somewhat proud of his move.

Ever since he amazed everyone with his sword-drawing skills in the outer sect competition, he has never given up his daily training.

For the past six months, he has been practicing a set of "sword-drawing techniques" every day. When the spiritual power in his body is used up, he sits cross-legged, regulates his breathing, and then practices again.

In this way, his cultivation will improve by leaps and bounds, and his understanding and comprehension of the swordplay will also improve by leaps and bounds.

His aptitude is not good, but after such a long period of hard training, his cultivation is no less than some third or fourth level geniuses.

With his current sword-drawing skills, he has already reached the minor success level. This strike is enough to seriously injure a cultivator who has just entered the early stage of the Nascent Soul stage.

As for Lin Changan on the opposite side, even if he had a fifth-grade protective talisman, he would only have one way to die in front of him!

However, Meng Haoran and the disciples of Qinglong Sect did not expect that such a shocking scene would appear here.