After the big devil turned into a cat

At this time, there are still many monks on the Ten Thousand Stairs. Their aptitude is mediocre, unable to withstand the huge pressure of the spirit array, so they fall behind.

Seeing that they would not be able to pass the first pass within the specified time, some people still struggled to climb up, while some people simply gave up and stood still, looking at the summit and sighing unwillingly.

At this moment, a person and a cat broke into everyone's sight.

I saw a young monk wearing a moon-white cloth, with a jade crown and hair tied up, looking like a breezy and bright moon.

With his arms wrapped around his bun, he walked up the stairs leisurely with his long legs, as if he was walking in a garden.

There was a group of small black fur balls nestled on the young man's shoulders. The fur balls throbbed and shook his body twice, and the black fluff tickled his neck slightly.

He raised his wrist and rubbed the fur ball. The red string bracelet on his wrist was illuminated by the sun, making his complexion fairer.

The little fur ball snorted away the young man's hand, raised his head, seemed to let out a meow, and jumped onto the stairs on tiptoe.

Only then did everyone realize that this little fur ball was a swarthy cat.

With a flick of the little tail behind him, the cat climbed up several steps in a flash.

Mao Mao stopped and looked down. Seeing that the boy was still standing still, Mao Mao couldn't help frowning, and waved a wave of spiritual energy with his paw.

The spiritual energy shot towards the young man's feet, and a trace of white mist immediately appeared.

The teenager smiled and avoided, looking at Mao Mao with doting eyes.

He lowered his arms, his expression became dignified, and he jumped up the stairs quickly between his steps.

One person and one cat were like a gust of wind, and their figures deftly flashed past the crowd and rushed towards the summit.

"Who is this person? Haven't you seen him in the Disciple Hall?"

"How could this be? The coercion of the spirit array doesn't work on him?"

"Am I the only one who thinks this kid is too rampant?"

"Isn't he handsome..."

"Should I say it or not, that little black cat is so cute, I want to rua!"

……

Everyone blinked and looked at the figure who had gone away in amazement, and the sound of small and small discussions spread on the ten thousand steps.

—

This person and cat are Yan You and Miao Miao.

Because of Yan You's battle with the Boa King and his sprinting of Yizhang's swordsmanship during this period of time, his own meridians have become very tough under the tempering of the body. No difficulty.

Not to mention the little black cat, which is the body of the Demon Lord. Although it was sealed on Maomao, the spiritual formation used by Qing Mingzong to test junior disciples is not worth mentioning to him.

It's just that, in addition to imposing coercion, this spirit array also contains the function of probing the internal bone talent, which makes the little black cat feel uncomfortable.

That's why the little black cat urged Yan You to speed up the clearance.

Along the way, everything is unimpeded.

The little black cat crossed the top of the Ten Thousand Stairs first, but it didn't expect that just as its paws landed on the ancient square on the top, it heard the gasps of the people around it.

Looking up and looking around, all the unfamiliar faces looked down at him with their heads down.

???

"Why is it a cat?"

Everyone stared in confusion.

Under the noisy sky, the little black cat suddenly became irritable and impatient, and its round eyes immediately became cold.

He bowed his body and looked at the crowd solemnly, every fluff on his body seemed to be a stiff silver needle.

At this moment, Yan You stepped over the last few steps and stood on the ancient square.

He naturally squatted down, picked up the little black cat, and patted the back of the little black cat comfortingly.

"Senior Brother Yan You!" Upon seeing Yan You, Lin Lin immediately pulled the crowd away and got in front of Yan You.

"This is Yan You?"

"Why did you bring a spiritual pet to participate in the selection of inner disciples?"

"Who is the other blank name?"

"I don't know, maybe it hasn't come up yet."

……

Everyone whispered and talked a lot.

Many people poked their heads and looked down, expecting another person, while more eyes fell on Yan You, sizing up as if they were about to pierce.

Yan You protected Miaomiao with his palm. He didn't understand the situation at this time, so he looked at Lin Lin in confusion.

Lin Lin scratched his head, pulled Yan You around the crowd, and walked to the other side of the ancient square.

When he came to a relatively open place, Lin Lin said to Yan You: "Senior brother, why haven't you heard anything about it these few days, I'm almost dying of anxiety."

Yan You looked at Lin Lin's flushed eyes, and felt a little apologetic in his heart, "It's okay, I'm standing here properly, don't worry."

Lin Lin pulled Yan You around and saw that everything was fine with Yan You, so she was relieved.

"Senior brother, look there." He suppressed the emotions in his heart and pointed to the sword stele, "Your ranking is very high, and many people have recognized you. Someone will target you in the trials after a while. Senior brother, what do you want?" careful."

Yan You followed Lin Lin's fingers, and his eyes fell on the sword stele.

Ranked third is his name.

Immediately following it was a blank name bearing the title of Yaolingpu.

Lin Lin muttered, "I don't know who No. 4 is? Besides us, is there anyone else in Yaolingpu participating in the selection of inner disciples?"

Hearing this, Yan You's expression became weird. If he was right, this No.4 should be...

He looked down at the cat in his arms.

The little black cat squinted its eyes and looked like it was not bothering strangers, obviously still dislike the noise of everyone.

Sensing Yan You's gaze, he straightened up slightly and casually glanced at the sword stele.

No.4?

Not interested in……

The little black cat nestled back sleepily again, this ranking would only make him feel troubled.

Lin Lin watched Yan You staring at the little black cat without speaking, and suddenly a thought flashed through him. He held his breath, covered his mouth with one hand, and pointed at the cat with the other, "No, can't you?"

Yan You just blinked and didn't say much.

—

Beside the sword stele, everyone was still waiting for the blank name, but no one came up until the time expired.

As an elder in the disciple hall in gray announced that the Ten Thousand Steps were closed this time, the sword stele reacted again.

The ranking on the stone tablet seemed to be confused suddenly, and the golden aura flashed like snowflakes. After a few breaths, the blank name with the title of Yaolingpu disappeared, and the rankings of the others all rose by one.

There was a moment of silence in the ancient square.

It was also the first time for the elder in gray to see such a situation on the sword stele. He stroked his beard, thinking that it might be caused by fluctuations in the spirit circle, but he didn't investigate carefully, and just passed by like this.

Everyone can only give up.

At this time, several sword cries came from mid-air.

I saw that the visitors were the two men and one woman who had just been patrolling in Wanjieti.

The gray-clothed elder looked at him, and announced the rules of the second level with a smile, and the voice wrapped in spiritual power spread throughout the square.

"The second step in the selection of inner disciples is to choose one of Yanyan, Jiang Yi, and Fang Leping as the opponent. As long as his sword lasts for a stick of incense and he is not kicked out of the field, he will be counted as an opponent. pass."

He paused, looked at everyone, "Then, let's start."

After finishing speaking, there was a "click" sound in the square, and Yanyan, Jiang Yi, and Fang Leping were the center, and they were immediately divided into three round platforms.

For a time, no one dared to step forward to challenge.

While everyone was still hesitating, a burst of hearty laughter came out.

Wu Qi jumped straight onto the round platform, walked up to Fang Leping, and took out a black iron sword from his back, "Brother, please give me your advice."

Fang Leping glanced at Wu Qi indifferently. Originally, when he was in Wan Jie Tie, he wanted to teach this kid a lesson, but he did not expect to send it to his door.

The corner of his mouth twisted into a smile, "Okay, Junior Brother, swords have no eyes, you have to be careful."

Wu Qi responded with a stinging look. He held a sword in both hands, and a strong sword energy surged from his body. Like a wild beast, he rushed towards Fang Leping close to the ground.

Fang Leping looked sarcastically at the approaching figure, kicked his feet on the ground, rose into the air, and stabbed at Wu Qi's throat with the long sword in his hand.

Wu Qi changed his posture and swung the black iron sword towards Fang Leping. The energy brought by the sword whirred in the air.

After a few rounds, Wu Qi and Fang Leping were evenly divided.

Fang Leping raised his eyebrows, and spat in his heart, he had to make a quick decision and not let this kid pass the test.

He thought about it, and when he switched his wrists, he displayed a set of sword skills.

The swordsmanship is mysterious, and every move and style flows smoothly, which contains extremely strong power.With spiritual power, the blade rolled up several rounds of vortexes in the air, and swept towards Wu Qi.

Faced with several attacks, Wu Qi couldn't resist for a while.A round of vortex hit Wu Qi's chest directly, and the huge thrust caused his body to shrink suddenly.

"As expected of the top three in last year's trials, Senior Brother Le Ping is really amazing!"

"I heard that this set of swordsmanship was created by Senior Brother Le Ping."

"Really? So strong."

……

The monks who have not yet participated in the challenge were amazed by Fang Leping's swordsmanship, but only Lin Lin could see the tricks in it at a glance.

He clenched his back molars, and said to Yan You fiercely, "This bastard, he actually used the stolen swordsmanship to show off his prestige! This swordsmanship is obviously yours, brother!"

Hearing this, Yan You shook his head and smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, "Yes, in this way, Senior Brother Le Ping can't blame me."

"Brother?" Lin Lin couldn't understand Yan You's words, and asked.

Before Yan You could explain, he heard a "ding" in the air.

Fang Leping's sword drew a long mark in the air, and the blade touched Wu Qi's black iron sword, and the black iron sword bent downward in an almost half-folded arc.

Blood overflowed from the corner of Wu Qi's lips, and the veins in his wrists were bulging, and he was holding on tightly.

Under Fang Leping's gradual pressure, Wu Qi's right foot was about to step out of the round platform.

Fang Leping grimaced, and whispered in Wu Qi's ear: "Junior brother, remember not to provoke people you shouldn't."

He laughed loudly, using every inch of his hands to push Wu Qi down from the round platform step by step.

After Wu Qi's body fell to the ground, there was a thick and muffled sound.

Fang Leping stood on the stage, put the long sword behind his back, looked down at the crowd, licked his lips, "Who will come next?"

"I'll do it." In the silence of the crowd, Yan You stood up and said calmly.