Transcending the Nine Heavens

“That's exactly what I'm worried about.” Dark clouds: “If the skyscrapers can grow quickly, they can protect this group of disciples from being bullied, so that they can all return to their homes as they please, but now… they can only do their best! ”

Kong Feng deeply sighed and said: “Brother Li Jianjin will certainly not stop at this. Big Brother, what do you think? ”

“The dick is always sexy and short protected; this time it will inevitably be done in the purple bamboo garden.” The clouds were cool and faint: “But he also knew the temper of Nine Brothers, so he would only be angry for a moment and not be able to do it himself. And the ones who really want to do it must be the disciples of Second Brother. ”

“Whoever wins or loses, this time, always grinds! Both disciples are a kind of growth.” The clouds are cool and gentle: “As long as it's not too much, you don't have to worry about it. It would not be a bad thing to discover a few talents in this incident. ”

Both silently at the same time. At the same time, he looked up at the 39 names and a question mark on the wall, the large gate of a thousand people, the two of whom were sari gold diggers, as long as there were a few disciples, they were all here.

Just these people!

These are the hopes of the skyscrapers. Whether it's preserving the status of the skyscraper, striking the Seven Gates, or even rushing into the middle three days to become the legend of the next three days, it's up to these people!

Thirty-nine people plus a question mark is the elite of the entire skyscraper.

This is a little desolate for such a big door!

Kong Feng looked at the names of these people, but the thought in his heart was another thing: Brother Li Jianjin knew that his heart was narrow and he had an admiration for Wu Qian Qian, but let him accompany Wu Qian Qian before notifying him. With the beauty of Wu Qian Qian, there would certainly be some disciples in his heart that admired him, causing trouble was unexpected, but Brother Big still did so.

Instead of picking one person under the door of Juyun Peak to notify... Juyun Peak and Lock Yun Peak each disciple to notify, from the face of it, is meant to be valued, but also gives the Second Brother great face. But in fact... it's hidden in the contradiction that fuels the younger generation...

Big Brother... Is that intentional? This is a means of targeting Brother Second Brother's Lock Cloud Peak. Kong Feng looked at the cool backdrop of the clouds and slowly thought in his heart, such things naturally cannot be said...

Hope it works!

Kong shocked the silent way in the heart.

The murmur sounded, a nearly colorless light quickly flew in through the window, a little bird covered in pale white, standing neatly on the table, crooked head, round black eyes looking at the two.

Colorless eagle!

At the same time, they glowed. Kong looked at the eagle with alarm and asked: “Brother, this is more than a cloud of iron...”

Dark clouds nodded, pulling out a small group from the colorless eagle, twisting, inside, a narrow note.

Look, his face gets heavy. For a long time, his eyebrows were picked and it seemed like a decision had been made.

……

Chu Yang did not know these things, nor did he know that the Gate crisis had reached this point, he is now practicing.

In fact, all he knew was that the Sect would be extinguished in four years. But he doesn't know why. He in the former life was nothing but a small disciple at this time, and no one spoke to him, nor would he inquire in his isolation.

In three months, the doorpiece begins. This time it lasted until six months later. From the middle-level screening of nearly 800 disciples to the last ten remaining.

Then these ten men will go through more than three years of hard hammering, ordering from it, four years from now, the best one, is the big brother!

But Chuyang can't wait that long. In the past six months, he will establish his position, enter the Seven Shades of Convergence, and obtain the first interceptor of the Nine Swords.

To do so, we must redouble our efforts! Now he, though reborn, has nothing to do with it! Everything depends on his own sweat!

With his current Wushu level 4 strength, although he has experience, all experience is just a short talk for those who are better than their dozen levels.

It is true that force can only work to a certain extent; but plotting is equally limited. A bunch of kids dig traps, or they catch rabbits, but they can't trap a tiger!

Chu Yang is already practicing madness.

One night passed, there was no movement at Li Jianjin's side; just listening to the conversation, when he sent Li Jianjin back, Master Li Jinsong was furious and roared angrily for a while...

But Chu Yang has no pressure on this.

The sky collapses and stands tall. Now Shiqian Mountain, that's the tall one.

Let him take it.

As the purple bamboo leaves swayed, Chuyang's body stood like a mountain. Under both feet, he stepped on a pointed stone, but his body was still intact. In all aspects, he maintained an absolute balance.

Brush, brush! Brush!

The long sword in the waist sheaths over and over again, and then falls back into the sheath; it starts over and over again, and it's always been this move.

This simple move, he's been practicing all morning. The land beneath has been soaked with the sweat that has been sprayed!

Step forward on your left foot with your toes slanted outward and your right foot standing in place, slightly on the side. Eyes quietly looked forward, hands pressed on the handle of the sword, a slight noise, hands raised, arms raised, waist twisted, center of gravity forward, a sword brush rushed out, steady pointing forward.

With a flat eye, no shivering at all.

The right hand with the sword, seemingly straight or not, obviously, has leeway.

Then, the sword flashed and the brush rang softly, returning to the sheath.

Chu Yang's eyes remained constant, looking at his face and eyes, no one could tell whether he was satisfied or dissatisfied with this action.

Then repeat.

Same action, boring and odorless. Usually people get tired of sticking around dozens of times. And Chuyang, this morning before the sun came out, has been repeated a thousand times!

No more sweat on him! Just one morning, arms go from normal to sore, then lose consciousness, then regain consciousness, then numb again...

Whether it's pain, numbness, breakthroughs after limits, or normality, he's always in control of the standard of swordmaking.

Green steel sword, very ordinary. Black Iron Sword Sheath, even more common.

The silent night in the purple bamboo forest is stirred up by this ordinary sword!

The sound of the sword seems to be getting lighter and lighter… from the sound of the initial “chirp” to the sound of the present “chirp”, which is almost unheard.

Chu Yang has not interrupted.

Chuyang did not find that shortly after he started practicing his sword, there was a figure of a long figure in the bamboo grove beside him looking at him silently. Chuyang practiced all morning and he watched all morning. Morning Lu had already wet his whole body, but he seemed only to disturb Chu Yang, watching so quietly.

Finally, the Orient is slightly white.

Chuyang returned the sword to the sheath for the last time, breathing out a long breath. Standing still, the slump in the air slowly fades away.

Converge sword intentions and killing intentions in your heart.

Practice your sword, kill in your heart! cultivate the sharp sword in your heart all the time. Chuyang has no difficulty doing this. When he remembers Shiqian Mountain and Mo Tianjin, he cannot help but kill and cultivate.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw someone else in front of him.

“Master?” Chu Yang shouted softly. This man, it turns out, is Meng Yuan who has been declared closed.

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