Here Comes the Immortal Swordsman

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update of Jianxian in this latest chapter!"Master, are you back? Hey, are you satisfied? I have said long ago that my Wang Zhong’s name has a word of loyalty. Of course I have to do things in detail. Although we are down now, we can’t lower our requirements for life. It’s still exquisite. These are the ten sets of laundry that I bought for you. They are the finest products of Zhenxiufang. By the way, there are..."

Wang Zhong was genuinely excited.

Lin Beichen had a bad hunch in his heart, saying: "Don't tell me, you have spent all the twenty silver coins I gave you at once?"

"That is of course." Wang Zhong said: "If I don't spend the money, how can I be worthy of you, Master?"

Lin Beichen: "..."

You are so worthy of me.

That’s for you in the next month.

Your fucking day is gone.

What's wrong with this?

"Eh, young master, you look bad?"

Wang Guanjia suspiciously said: "Is it better today than not to take the test?"

"Not..."

Lin Beichen gritted his teeth.

"That's... these things I bought are not exquisite?"

Wang Guanjia asked.

"No, you are a dog, you... well, well done."

Lin Beichen was about to yell and suddenly remembered his personal problems, so he had to give a thumbs up. In order to maintain the people who used to spend money like running water in the past, he broke his teeth and swallowed blood and secretly vowed that he must not give This old thing has too much money.

It's also strange.

Both myself and Wang Guanjia are the dogs of the mourning family. What means did the goods get out of the school to get so many goods?

It stands to reason that he has walked out of the campus, and he should be killed alive by the enemies outside.

Lin Beichen is very strange.

After a moment.

"Wow ha ha ha ha, Uncle Wang, you did a very good job, very good, really worth the money."

Suddenly it changed from'dog stuff' to'Uncle Wang'.

Because Lin Beichen put on a clean, comfortable and soft robe all over the body and outside, and after eating the most famous pastries in the city, he felt that the whole soul sublimated.

Large real incense scene.

Wang Zhong said with a smile: "That is of course, after all, I still understand you, Master."

It was late at night.

Lin Beichen was in the tent and summoned his mobile phone.

One day later, 62% of electricity is left.

[Medium Xuanqi Condensation Technique] and [Basic Sword Skills Close Three] Both apps are running in the background, herbal medicine, history and metaphysical theory

APPs are closed.

In addition, there are no new changes on the phone.

Lin Beichen studied for a moment and then put the phone back.

He is subconsciously reducing the time spent playing with his phone to save power.

"The three-sword style is about to reach the pinnacle of perfection."

"Through today's test, my Xuanqi level is at least 6 or higher."

"And the actual combat in today's class, although not challenging, just let me eliminate the fear of being a traversing guest for the cold weapons of this world, and have my own combat experience. No matter who will be tomorrow, The odds are great."

"Must get the first."

"Otherwise, Wu Xiaofang's crazy dog ​​will definitely tear up."

Lin Beichen was thinking over and over again.

As for the temporarily canceled Xuanqi grades, Lin Beichen was not worried at all.

Because Xuan Qi Xiu is in his own body, and it is not falsification.

No matter how many times you retest, the result is the same.

The only thing that made him anxious was that until today, no new clues appeared on the mobile phone. There is still no clue how to use the mobile phone to return to the earth.

He told himself in his heart that he could not hurry and take his time.

Unconsciously, he entered a sleep.

The old housekeeper Wang Zhong dutifully stayed outside the tent.

On a tree 20 meters away, the old teacher Ding Sanshi, who was hiding in the dark, listened to the sound of sound sleeping in the tent and fell into contemplation.

Over the past few days, the prodigal son has eaten and slept, and has never seen him practice.

Then where did he come from the God-level comprehension of [Basic Sword Skills Close Three] and a sixth-level Profound Qi?

Is there really a genius in the world who can become stronger while lying down?

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The second day.

Taibi continues.

Although Class 9 had ended the civil war, a representative was elected.

However, there are still classes with more talented students such as Class 1, Class 2, and Class 8. The battle is fierce and takes longer, and the final candidate has not yet been contested.

Until noon, the representatives of ten classes in the second grade were finally released.

There are fifteen in one class, ten in second class, ten in eight classes, and the other classes range from five to eight.

The reason for this situation is determined by the average level of students in each class.

The class with the highest average level gets more delegates.

The ten classes add up to exactly one hundred student representatives.

These one hundred people will take the final full-level practical examination to compete for the highest honor.

After lunch, the final actual battle was finally kicked off in the midst of much-anticipated attention.

One hundred student representatives were shuffled out of order and redrawn.

The number drawn will determine the opponent in the first round.

Lin Beichen accidentally picked up No. 97.

So his first round against his opponent was a student with a number of 4.

There are a total of ten rings in the second stage of the performance martial arts stadium, so ten games can be played in each round.

As for the round of the competition, it is arranged by the invigilator teaching.

Lin Beichen was not among the first round.

Basically, under the deliberate arrangement of the trainers, there will be no more than two talented seed contests in each round of ten matches.

In this way, it allows the geniuses of the grade to watch each other's games, arouse each other's fighting heart, and exert their strongest power.

In the first round, there was a match by Wu Xiaofang.

His opponent is Cheng Ku, a representative from Class 9.

The two took the stage.

Cheng Ku smiled bitterly.

His luck was very bad, and in the first round, he met Wu Xiaofang, the first of the previous competition.

There is no chance.

The rules of the actual combat exams at this stage are very cruel. If you lose one game, you will be eliminated and you will not be divided into the loser group. Therefore, when you encounter a big hit like Wu Xiaofang, you are destined to have no chance.

"Brother Wu, please be merciful."

Cheng Kuong Gongdao.

Wu Xiaofang smiled coldly: "Sympathy? That's impossible."

Cheng Ku was stunned.

what happened?

Wu Xiaofang seems to be very hostile to himself?

I didn't provoke him before.

The contest begins.

Cheng Ku's sword-pulling is the starting technique of basic swordsmanship.

Being able to stand out from forty students in nine classes, he naturally has a certain combat strength.

But Wu Xiaofang just sneered. Even the long sword in his hand never came out of the sheath. He came directly to the ground. The sword with the sheath stabs the Cheng Kuzhong Palace with carelessness, straight to the chest.

Cheng Ku calmed down and [Qianshan Hengbeng] in the basic swordsmanship directly sealed the frame.

This is an extremely stable response.

However, the long sword collided with the scabbard, and suddenly a force of anti-shock came from Peiran Moyu.

Cheng Ku only felt that his wrist was numb, and the long sword flew out of his hand.