Inverse Sword God

There was a lot of discussion around the martial artists, and they obviously knew this arrogant young man.]

Twenty years old to the late stage of Rong Ling Jing Jing, can indeed be called a genius.

"If you offend the genius of Yanling Sect, that kid is dead!"

"Then I need to say that the clothes he wears are definitely not disciples from the clan family. It is very likely that they are casual cultivators."

"Ranxiu is still so arrogant? Look at his aura, only the middle stage of the spiritual integration!"

"Who knows, it may be a stunned kid, ignorant, and I don't know how good Luo Yang is."

"Kid, you hear me, I'm giving you a chance, kowtow and admit your mistakes, I can spare your life!" Luo Yang was extremely arrogant.

"Fuck!" Lin Xuan looked cold and spoke clearly.

The crowd around was shocked, who is this kid?After knowing Luo Yang's identity, he still dared to shout coldly.

"Boy, you're looking for death!" Luo Yang was furious, raising his palm, and a heart-palpitating force surged out.

Lin Xuan's fingers bend, ready to release sword energy at any time.

If the opponent really does, he doesn't mind abolishing the opponent's cultivation base.

Seeing that Luo Yang's palm was about to fall, a loud laugh came from outside the pavilion.

"Haha, isn't this Brother Luo? Where have you been, let me find it!"

A young man in white passed through the crowd and walked slowly.

The young man was wearing a white robe with a paragraph painted on his chest. He was very enthusiastic when he grabbed Luo Yang.

"Brother Luo, come, let's go have a few drinks."

"It turned out to be Brother Duan." Luo Yang put down his palm and laughed.

When everyone saw the young man in white, they looked at each other and did not dare to speak.

"Boy, fortune telling this time, let you live longer."

"However, I will let you know how good I am in a while!" Luo Yang looked at Lin Xuan and sneered.

"What's the matter? Someone dared to provoke Brother Luo?" The face of the white-robed youth suddenly became gloomy, and he looked at Lin Xuan with cold eyes.

"Forget it, I will solve this by myself." Luo Yang smiled sly, then left with his arms around the coquettish woman.

Lin Xuan sneered in his heart, this guy had his life back, but he didn't even know.

If the other party dares to do it for a while, he will teach him an unforgettable lesson!

This small storm passed quickly, and the whole tea plantation was lively.

Soon, two young men appeared, with a large group of supporters behind them.

"Look, Lord Ruthless, Lord Ruthless!"

Suddenly, screams rang out in the tea garden, and the girls all screamed frantically, wishing to fall into the arms of the white-clothed youth.

Lin Xuan raised his eyes and saw two figures standing proudly among the crowd.

The man on the left is a young man in white robe, with a handsome face, Yushu facing the wind, and there is a noble arrogance between his hands.

Needless to say, this person is Duan Ruqing.

"I hope you won't let me down." Lin Xuan's eyes flashed as he whispered to himself.

Then he looked at the man on the right again.

It was a blue-robed young man with a sword on his back. He looked ordinary but his eyes were as sharp as a sword, making people afraid to look directly.

In him, there is a faint aura of fierce movement.

"The meaning of the sword, this person understands the meaning of the sword." Lin Xuan observed secretly.

He understands the meaning of sword, so he is very sensitive to the mood of sword intent.

In addition, the blue-robed youth did not deliberately hide his sharp aura, so Lin Xuan could clearly perceive it.

"This person is also the peak cultivation base of the Spirit Realm, but with the sword intent, he should be able to resist the warrior of the spirit realm, but I don't know what kind of heat his sword intent has realized?"

As Lin Xuan observed, Duan Ruqing spoke slowly.

"It's not the first time everyone has participated in the tea garden party. I won't say more about the details. I hope you will finish the game later and don't hurt your peace."

Everyone nodded and said yes, one after another agreed.

"Okay, let's start now."

After all, Duan Wuqing and Lanpao Youth took their seats and began to appreciate the comment contest.

Lin Xuan is not clear about the rules of the tea garden party, but fortunately, many people like Lin Xuan come here for the first time, and there are many martial artists to explain.

"The rules are actually very simple, that's a roll call challenge."

"The named warrior can challenge or refrain from fighting, and there is no demand."

"Furthermore, if the challenger wins, he can continue to name others in the competition or go back to rest."

"What kind of rule is this, isn't it just that there are no rules?"

"Indeed, this is equivalent to no rules."

"This tea garden is simply to communicate with each other. Some are to be famous, some are to find out, and some are to find a partner."

"So, the tea garden party is not as strict as other contests."

"However, for the sake of face, almost anyone who is named will fight."

After Lin Xuan listened, he nodded silently. It turned out that all he had to do was to roll his name and challenge, which was really convenient.

He looked at Duan Ruqing and the blue swordsman in the distance.

If you challenge these two people by name and win, you should be able to name the Desolate Flame City.

However, he was not in a hurry to challenge, but watched the battle silently.

There is a special place for martial arts in the tea garden, at this time two people are fighting fiercely in the field.

A series of purple ripples, like a light yarn fluttering, carrying endless spiritual power, sweeping around.

On the other side, the palms of the sky shrouded the world.

The two fiercely fought, set off a terrorist wave, and rushed to the sky.

In the end, the warrior who still used the palm technique was even better and slapped his opponent with one palm.

However, the force was very precise and did not hurt the opponent.

"Welcome to the challenge!" The victorious yellow shirt youth laughed.

"I come!"

A warrior leaped high, his spear in his hand was like a dragon, piercing straight out.

boom!

The bright spear light pierced the void like a rainbow.

"Haha, good coming! The stormy sea!"

The yellow shirt youth danced with his hands, and there was the sound of waves in the wind.

The palm shadow is like a sea wave, one wave is higher than one wave.

In the end, the seven waves superimposed, forming a wave of terror, hitting the spear, and repelling the spear fighter.

"This is Jing Tao Zhang, is this young man a disciple of Tianhai Pavilion?" Everyone talked.

"It's a terrifying palm, I seem to hear the sound of waves crashing."

"The one who made the gun was also the cultivation base of the late phase of the Rongling Realm, and it was shocked!"

The disciple of Tianhai Pavilion stood in the field and laughed loudly: "Who else would like to learn from each other?"

This is a good opportunity to make a name for himself. He wants to strike while the iron is hot.

"What bullshit Tianhai Pavilion, defeat me!"

An extremely domineering voice sounded, and then, the illusory figure floated quickly, like a ghost.

"Baoshan Handprint!"

The figure was extremely domineering and suddenly shot in the air.

The air vibrated, and a mountain was condensed, like a real giant mountain, quickly pressing.

Everyone was shocked, as if feeling endless pressure rolling in.

"Baoshan Mahamudra, that's the Yanling Sect's unique knowledge. Could it be that Luo Yang made the move?"

The young man in the yellow shirt also had a solemn expression. He quickly mobilized the aura around him and waved his palms.