I Can’t Be a Sword God

It rained, and the old hometown was deep.

Feilai Peak is hidden in a misty cloud, blocking all sights on the mountain.

The practitioners on the peak also sealed the gate early.

Recently, foreign visitors are not accepted.

People a little older should remember that there was a period like this 20 years ago, when I flew to Zongfeng Mountain for five days.

The white clouds on the top of the peak never disappear.

If there is a cultivator here, they will find that this white cloud can't even penetrate through the divine consciousness. It is clearly the fairy fog condensed by the magic circle, which isolates all sound and pictures.

In the mist.

The gurgling sound of the Amamiya piano.

The cultivators from all over the world have lined up and stood on an empty square in the back mountain.

Many disciples of Feilai Sect surrounded the square, saying that they were watching the ceremony, and they were also cheering for the same sect, which was a small home court advantage.

Four disciples stand in the center of Feixian City, Feishengguan, Feitianmen, and Feilaizong.

Qiong Ji looked left and right, glanced at Li Chu from time to time, then at Lu Zhanmei, and finally turned her head as if afraid of being noticed.

Lu Zhanmei stood with his head up.

In all fairness, she was supposed to be a cold beauty who was not inferior to Jongji in terms of appearance. But her aura is too fierce, especially in the corners of her eyes and brows, as if she has a sword aura, making it difficult for anyone to look at her to love beauty, only to have a sense of awe.

The last Liu Fufeng was inattentive, with his head down, somewhat listless.

His father, Liuzhuang, the four master of Feitian Sect, was looking at him from a distance with a complicated expression.

Directly in front of the four, Shen Erfu of Feixian City stood in the air, holding a model like a mountain in his left hand.

Fang Cai Yaoding has already briefly talked about some nonsense, and now the competition is about to begin.

"Everyone!"

"The magic weapon in my hand is called the face of a mountain."

"It was made by the ancestor of the Feidao who refined and refined a tens of thousands of mountains in the Western Regions."

"Its power is that it can gather the weight of the entire mountain to one point, and release it to wear gold and gravel, which is terrifying!"

"This competition, of course, does not require you to fight the entire mountain. We will divide the four roads under it to evenly distribute the weight of this mountain. The more you move forward, the more difficult it will become."

"The content of the test is to see who of you can bear all the pressure and go further along this road. If you can walk the whole course, then see who goes faster!"

Having said that, he glanced at Joan.

The girl waved a small fist at him.

Shen Erfu smiled and continued: "My manipulation of the mountain's face is absolutely fair, just, and will not be biased. This will be jointly supervised by the real person Yaoding, the rootless elder, and the Liu Sect master."

The others smiled and nodded.

In this kind of occasion, no one will be sloppy. If you really play tricks, it is absolutely impossible to hide it from the eyes of so many experts.

Of course, Joan Ji must have an advantage.

Since this mountain is a magic weapon of Fei Xiancheng, she must have experienced it before, maybe even after special training.

In addition...

She is still a well-known white tiger girl in the Western Regions.

One of the natural fairy bodies, the white tiger imperial body!

The Sixiang Royal Body is not the strongest among all immortal bodies, but it is definitely the most practical. There are not so many bells and whistles, but as she grows, she raises the spirit of the white tiger inside and refines the spirit of the white tiger outside... to kill invincible!

Today, she looks like a bright and beautiful girl, but in a sense, she is also a humanoid beast.

Even the imperfect white tiger physique is unavailable for many body refiners to cultivate for a lifetime.

Not to mention ordinary cultivators, many will ignore this item.

Fei Xiancheng proposed this test, just to use one's own strengths, attack the other's shortcomings, use one's own white tigers, and attack the other's weaknesses.

Of course, this degree of advantage is completely within the acceptance range of several other sects.

After speaking, Shen Erfu saluted the other elders, and then screamed: "Big me!"

The hill in the palm of the palm slid into the sky, facing the storm, and in a blink of an eye, it became thousands of times larger, turning into a high mountain that almost enveloped Feilai Peak. All the people below were instantly shrouded in a shadow.

Of course, this is still limited.

If the mountain's capacity is too large to the limit, it will exceed Feilai Peak by a lot. In that case, the magic circle on the top of the peak will not be able to cover it.

Even so, it is enough to release all its pressure.

As the mountain leader, Shen Erfu flicked his sleeves, rumbling-five long rock faces fell!

In doing so, exactly four channels are separated.

At one end of the passage are four disciples, which is regarded as the entrance. The other sect predecessors who were close to the ceremony were regarded as an exit.

According to past experience, under the pressure of the face of the mountain, most of the participants will not look very elegant.

Today's young cultivators are idols, and no one wants to keep that appearance in the eyes of the world.

Separating from prying eyes is also considered a human consideration.

It's just that the spectators outside can only see the final result, which is even more exciting.

"The four disciples participating in the competition can walk into the road separated by the stone wall." Shen Erfu's voice sounded again.

At a glance, this passage is just over a hundred meters short, and it seems that it can be passed in a few steps.

But what is the mystery in it, only these four disciples can feel it.

The four of them didn't hesitate, and walked in together.

boom--

As soon as you dive into this deep passage, you can immediately feel the heavy pressure, this kind of pressure falls heavily from above, as if to crush you instantly!

Moreover, this kind of pressure is difficult to resist with true energy, so you can only use your physical strength to resist!

Madam Yao Ding and Elder Yao Li were standing side by side, their expressions were not very good.

Last night, Zhao Liangchen asked if Li Chu had practiced the technique of refining the body.

As a result, Zhao Liangchen came back and said that Li Chu had practiced iron shirts.

There was a shadow in front of both of them at the same time.

It's better to say that it didn't come directly...

Even if he has the strength comparable to that of a dragon cultivator, he may not be able to compare with a god-combined cultivator who specializes in refining the body without ever practicing the art of refining the body.

The strengths of Lu Zhanmei and Liu Fufeng are very deep, but they are at the pinnacle of Shenhe if they want to come, and the possibility of breaking through the dragon is very low.

As long as they have specialized in the art of refining the body, then Li Chu is likely to be incomparable.

In fact, judging from the current intelligence... they did all specialize in it.

Not to mention the white tiger girl.

She should be the first name that has been booked this time.

The real Yao Ding and his senior looked at each other.

Elder Yao Lian whispered: "Hey, if there is no accident in this opening battle, our Flying Sect will be at the end again."

Madam Yao Ding also nodded and said, "Yes, time is also fate."

"sad."

"Sigh."

"Oh-" The two sighed at the same time, rather helpless.

Zhao Liangchen, who was standing closest behind them, heard what they said and carefully interjected: "But don't we end every year? The head master and the master... shouldn't be such a hindrance, right?"

"Huh?" Elder Yao Lian blinked and suddenly realized: "My disciple said it makes sense."

"Yes." Elder Yao Ding twisted his beard, "I'm used to it a long time ago."

The two smiled at each other again, suddenly enlightened.

Behind him, Zhao Liangchen thoughtfully.

From "Oh, I'm a trash..."

To "Yeah! I'm a trash..."

This process is probably called growth, right?

"I just hope that junior Li Chu, don't feel guilty for losing this time."

Elder Yao Lian said again: "His age was when he had a strong sense of victory and defeat. Back then, I took the last name in the Four Flying Conference, so Dao's heart was shaken, and I was embarrassed after staying in the brothel for a month. Come out and meet people." Elder Yao Lian said again.

"Hehe, your shaking and shaking thing is Daoxin? I am ashamed to break you."

The real person Yao Ding sneered and said: "But I think he is predestined with Feilai Sect. The test is over, it is better to persuade him to stay."

"I think too." Elder Yao Lian agreed, "Looking at his appearance, it is the same as when I was young, and I know that this son is predestined with me. If he is willing to switch to my Feilai Zong, that would be great."

Elder Yao Ding forcibly endured the urge to spit at Elder Yao Lian in the crowd, and turned his head, not looking at him, but looking at Zhao Liangchen~www.ltnovel.com~ According to your understanding of him, is this possible? for? "

Behind him, Zhao Liangchen said: "It's okay for the real head to ask him if he is right, isn't he there?"

"Oh?"

The real person Yao Ding glanced at him, and Li Chu didn't know when he came to him.

He waved: "Hey, little friend Li Chu, I have something to ask you."

Li Chushi Shiran walked over, saluted the two seniors, and then said:

"A real person, Yao Ding, do you have any advice?"

Seeing his appearance and politeness, Yao Ding smiled and opened his mouth, just about to ask something.

A flash of lightning flashed above his head.

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