Fantasy: I, The Salted Fish Will Become Stronger

"promise."

Ye Wuying saluted slightly, and the next second his figure appeared on the ring in a way that was hard to see with the naked eye.

Suddenly, there was a burst of cheers around the ring:

"he came!"

"he came!"

"The man who beat Master Shushan into Closed Door Training is here!"

In the stands, Kuanglang Three Swords couldn't help curling their lips when they heard the last sentence.

These guys, how do you talk, what do you mean they beat me to the point of Closed Door Training?

Will you talk anymore?

It's obviously just a discussion between Junior Brother Ye and me, just a little bit of understanding.

Why is it getting more and more mysterious?

On the other side, the red-haired Jianxiu who just came to the stage, heard the exclamation of everyone, and his expression became serious.

"Under the Great Elder's sect, He Honglie!"

"Book Mountain, Ye Wuying."

After the two bowed slightly, Elder Jiu said unhurriedly:

"The fourth battle begins."

After finishing speaking, he thought to himself: Why are these guys from Shushan all playing so fast, and all of them are desperate moves.

Can't I let my old man watch a hearty contest?

He Honglie stood with his sword in his hand, and the aura in his whole body rose to the strongest in an instant.

He is only half step away from becoming a god, and his purpose in this battle is to practice by fighting.

Try to breakthrough Cultivation Base with this battle.

He had heard the name Ye Wuying earlier, the most mysterious and terrifying existence in Shushan.

His name is no less than that of the world-renowned Senior Brother Shushan.

He is the only man who can make Master Shushan feel troublesome.

In this battle, he will go all out.

boom!

A terrifying aura burst out from He Honglie's body, and a scorching sun appeared behind him.

"Sunset Sword Technique!"

"Senior Brother He, be serious!"

The audience off the court saw this scene with excited expressions on their faces.

This is how a real master duel should be, both of them are going all out.

The previous three battles were really not enjoyable.

"The setting sun sinks!"

He Honglie raised the sharp sword in his hand high, and fell towards Ye Wuying.

The scorching sun behind him also fell from mid-air.

But Ye Wuying opposite him slowly closed his eyes.

Clang!

The sword sounded.

The night disappeared without a shadow.

That mighty sword fell through.

What about people?

A thought flashed through He Honglie's mind.

But the next second, he heard a slow voice behind him.

"you lose."

It was not loud, but everyone present could hear it clearly.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound.

Ye Wuying's figure had already appeared behind He Honglie.

"This?"

As soon as He Honglie turned around, a strand of hair next to his ear slowly fell to the ground.

On the neck behind the ears, there was a pain like an ant bite.

With a sweep of his divine sense, he was actually injured.

If the sword just now went straight to Own's throat, he would be a corpse now.

He was not angry, nor unwilling, nor did he have the slightest bit of resentment.

The cultivator contest doesn't care what tricks you use.

If you win, you win.

"Senior Brother Ye is indeed well-deserved of his reputation, Junior Brother is convinced."

Hearing this, Ye Wuying nodded slightly, wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say, and finally said something.

"Your sword is not fast enough."

He Honglie:? ? ?

But he immediately realized that it was Brother Ye pointing out the lack of own.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Ye, for your guidance, how can I improve?"

Ye Wuying was stunned, he usually didn't like to give advice, how should he go about it now?

"In the Library, there are quite a few other world Cultivation Techniques, which you can look at and make up for the lack of owning."

"Junior brother understands."

After He Honglie cupped his hands excitedly, he turned and left the ring.

Seeing Ye Wuying's performance, all the senior executives in the stands showed satisfied expressions.

Jin Huang turned to Ye Deacon and said: "Junior Brother Ye, your Ye family has produced a good seedling.

In time, this son's achievement will not be weaker than yours. "

Ye Deacon was not jealous, and said with a smile, "It's all thanks to Junior Brother Qin."

While the two were talking, Nine Elder had already announced the result of the match.

Shushan, four games, three wins and one tie.

It has passed the test properly.

But everyone still wants to watch the performance of the three swords of the mad wave.

In the martial arts arena, the disciples of the Library shouted in unison:

"Big Brother, Big Brother!"

Hearing the voices of the crowd, the three swords of the mad wave raised the corners of their mouths slightly, stood up actively, and said to Qin Hao cupped hands:

"Master, I think about it."

Qin Hao nodded slightly: "You go."

The three swords of Kuanglang landed on the ring under the attention of everyone.

Among the observers, the last middle-aged man with a silver crown on his head and a true disciple's costume came up with a smile on his face.

"Junior Kuang Lang, who has long admired his name, is brother Hao Yu."

"I met Senior Brother Hao."

The two had a face-to-face meeting, and Nine Elder also announced.

"The final battle of the Shushan assessment begins."

Kuanglang Three Swords took a step back, and then sat in the Lotus Position.

The sword beside him also floated in mid-air.

This action made Hao Yu on the opposite side slightly taken aback.

He didn't know what Junior Brother Kuanglang meant, but since he was here, he naturally wouldn't hold back.

The moment Hao Yu was about to draw his sword, a Sword Domain enveloped the entire arena.

Hao Yu's face changed slightly, and he found that he couldn't pull out the sword in his hand.

This Sword Domain seems to have some kind of special avenue power.

It gave him the feeling that there can only be one sword in this Sword Domain.

This sword could be the Three Swords of Kuang Lang, or it could be the floating sword beside him.

No, to be precise, the three swords of Kuanglang have been integrated with that sword.

Damn it!

How can you win without a sword.

"Sword out!"

Kuanglang Three Swords suddenly spoke.

Clang!

The sword was unsheathed in an instant.

A Flying Sword hit Hao Yu's face directly.

"I lost."

Although Hao Yu didn't want to admit it in his heart, he was powerless to fight back against the three swords of Kuang Lang.

But that's what it is.

The disciples present were stunned by the scene in front of them.

Only the crowd in the stands had gratified smiles on their faces.

Seventh Elder smiled and said, "Xiaohao, you are really outstanding as a big disciple."

Qin Hao looked modest: "Lao Lang's strength is not weak, and his talent is excellent. It can be said that the blue is better than the blue."

For such an evaluation, everyone felt that there was no problem.

In their view, the Three Swords of the Mad Wave will surely become the Indistinguishable Dao powerhouse in the future.

Nine Elder said loudly: "I declare that Shushan Library wins this battle!"

"This is the end of the assessment. Next, the Sect Leader will announce the Shushan Library, the number of true disciples."

Sect Leader did not stand up immediately, but used Divine Sense to communicate with all the Elders present.

Finally, the senior management reached a consensus.

The Sect Leader walked out slowly, and said loudly: "I announce that from now on, there will be a semi-true quota in Shushan Library."

"One seat can be decided by the head of the Library Pavilion now, and the other needs to pass the true pass examination before becoming a true disciple."

As soon as these words came out, the entire library disciplines were boiling, and they cheered loudly: "Sect Leader is wise!"