Cangling World

How much combat power is required to split the light curtain with one move?

Second turn?

Three turns?

or higher?

No one in front of the mountain gate can give an answer.

I am afraid that only the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance who left the light curtain will know the answer.

But obviously, based on the identities of everyone, it is impossible to ask the leader for the answer.

As a result, everyone could only stand in shock and watch Lin Luo drift away.

Shen Gong's pestle stood there, like a dead tree in the cold wind.

The expression on his face was wonderful.

He didn't expect that he kicked an iron plate today, and it was an extremely hot iron plate!

Lin Luo's move seemed bland, but the power contained in it made even Duke Shen feel terrified.

"That sword is enough to kill me, who is this person?"

...

In the Martial Arts Mountains.

In front of a quaint hall.

In addition to Lin Luo and his party, there are many people who have passed the light curtain assessment. They are standing in front of several places to pay fees, vying to reveal the treasures they brought, hoping to get a place to enter the four-color secret realm.

"You go to pay the fees, and I'll find someone."

Lin Luo left behind these words, and took Queer through the hall, along the bluestone road, towards the atrium of the Martial Arts Alliance.

But before he could take a few steps, there were several figures standing in front of him.

"Stop, who's coming?"

A young man wearing a martial arts alliance disciple uniform spoke up.

"My name is Lin Luo." Lin Luo introduced himself, pointed at Queer, and said, "This is my disciple, Queer."

The young man looked at Lin Luo and the two, secretly thinking that such a young boy actually has a disciple?

However, despite the doubts in his heart, he did not forget his job and said, "The back of the hall is the atrium of our alliance, and it is also the place where all the disciples practice. What are you doing here?"

Lin Luo took out a silver token and said, "I'm here to find Luo Yufei and see Qinglian and Baihua by the way."

Qinglian and Baihua are silver fifteen and silver thirteen.

The silver token is the entry token given by Silver Thirteen.

The young man's eyes fell on the silver token, and he said with a light sigh, "It's really a token of the two elders. Could it be that you are the young man from the Chu Dynasty that they said?"

"Elder?" Lin Luo was startled.

The young man smiled: "It seems that you don't know yet that Qinglian and Baihua, two senior brothers and sisters, have passed the barrier recently, entered the realm of Tongxuan, and became honorable elders."

"Oh, that's quite fast." Lin Luo nodded and asked, "So, what about them?"

"The two elders are going out. As for the Luo Yufei you mentioned, it should be the short-haired woman who realized the prototype of sword intent, right?" The young man shook his head and said, "You are late, she and her senior brother went out to experience already."

Lin Luo secretly said that it was a pity, and asked, "Where did you go?"

"Zixiaoshan, if you rush, maybe it will be too late." The young man replied.

"Thank you!" Lin Luo put away the token and suddenly asked, "What's your name?"

The young man was startled, but he answered truthfully, "Zhu Jin."

Lin Luo nodded, and was about to leave with the bird.

"The place to go through the entry procedures is in the atrium, you are going wrong." Zhu Jin raised his eyebrows and walked over.

Almost all the people who came with the entry token have the purpose of worshipping the martial arts alliance. He believes that Lin Luo's purpose is the same.

But now, the direction that Lin Luo is going seems to be wrong.

"No."

To Zhu Jin's surprise, Lin Luo shook his head and walked away.

After half an hour.

A terrifying aura fell from the sky, like a meteorite bombarding the back of the hall, and the whole mountain shook three times.

The young Zhu Jin stared at the burly figure that appeared in the thick dust, and said in surprise, "Elder Lu, what happened?"

"Where is that person?"

Elder Lu grabbed Zhu Jin's collar and asked loudly, "I heard that kid came to the back of the hall. Now, what about others?"

"Go down... down the mountain."

Zhu Jin was overwhelmed by Elder Lu's aura, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead, subconsciously telling the truth.

Elder Lu, with all his hair and beard open, roared, "What? Going down the mountain? You idiot, that's a peerless genius who split the entire battle strength test barrier with one blow, so you just let him go?"

"One blow splits the entire battle strength test barrier?"

Zhu Jin and the other disciples were dumbfounded, thinking they had heard it wrong.

Elder Lu pushed Zhu Jin away and sighed, "I'm so angry, where did he go?"

Zhu Jin thought for a while and said, "He said he was going to find Junior Sister Luo Yufei, but he thought he should go to Zixiao Mountain."

"Zixiao Mountain?"

Elder Lu's eyes narrowed, his legs exerted force, like a streamer shooting into the sky, chasing towards Zixiao Mountain.

...

Above the sky, a figure with wings on its back was flying at high speed.

Beneath him was a girl with a happy face.

These two are Lin Luo and Queer.

After leaving Martial Dao Mountain, they found a no-man's land, flew straight into the air, and headed straight to Zixiao Mountain, which is more than a thousand miles away.

At Lin Luo's speed, he arrived at his destination in less than an hour.

Zixiao Mountain has a radius of more than 100 miles, and more than 90% of the plants are purple bamboo.

At a glance, the radius of a hundred miles is like a purple ocean.

The breeze was blowing, and the bamboo leaves rubbed against each other, rustling like a crisp silver bell.

In the Zixiao Mountain, there is a forbidden area, which is filled with a faint purple mist all year round.

Among them, it has the power of the strange earth element, which can condense the ancient spirits in the purple mist and kill the invaders, which is similar to the ancient battlefield in the four-color secret realm.

Because of this, Zixiao Mountain was occupied by the Martial Arts Alliance and developed as a sub-rudder for disciples to experience.

At this time, in the valley.

A large swath of purple mist condensed in the middle, turning into a purple three-eyed giant that was several meters high.

With a big hand, it pulled up the thick purple bamboo from the bucket, rubbed it hard, and removed all the bamboo leaves and branches above it, leaving only a smooth purple-red bamboo pole, which smashed forward with great force, breaking the air. Harsh.

The older the purple bamboo, the harder it gets.

Bamboo that is more than a hundred years old is as hard as iron.

If it is ancient bamboo of hundreds or even thousands of years, it can be refined into a mysterious weapon of excellent quality.

According to rumors, Zizhu, who has been in existence for more than 9,000 years, can even give birth to spiritual wisdom, possessing a terrifying power comparable to that of the Demon King.

Its body is enough to refine the Profound Opening Treasure!

"Get out of the way!"

A group of people dodged one after another, but even if they had jumped elsewhere, they were still thrown away by the rolling momentum, and then rolled to the ground in embarrassment.

"Get out of the way, let's come!"

The two women jumped out of the woods in the distance, their swords combined, and a fierce sword intent erupted.

It could be seen with the naked eye that a dazzling sword qi crossed the sky, splitting the thick purple bamboo pole in half, and swept past the purple three-eyed giant with unabated momentum, defeating it.

Then, a thumb-sized purple crystal nucleus fell to the ground and was picked up by the heroic woman with short hair.

If Lin Luo was here, he would definitely recognize this person.

She is Luo Yufei!

As for the other woman who used the sword, it was an outstanding disciple of Wuwangyuan, the beautiful and colorful Mo Ruxue.

After entering the martial arts alliance, the two women often practiced kendo together, advancing and retreating together, as if they became a pair of close friends.