Fantasy: My Senior Brother Is A Bit Magical

"My dear, am I awake? Grotto-Heaven?!"

"When did Third Senior Brother open the Nine Grotto-Heaven?"

"Has any of the current geniuses in Dongzhou ever developed the Nine Grotto-Heaven? This is the Nine Grotto-Heaven that is more difficult than tempering a single Grotto-Heaven to purple!"

"There is a shovel, and the highest one is only eight Grotto-Heavens, and it can be driven very reluctantly. Su Liang's nine Grotto-Heavens seem to be more stable than each one."

The young disciple's eyes were opened.

The older generation is more silent.

There are also some people whose desire to kill Su Liang has reached its peak.

This guy was hiding his strength before?!

At such an age, Yin Yuan Universal Truth, Dong Ming Jiu Grotto-Heaven, understands the power of the sword!

Is it okay to keep growing like this?

Another Luo Zijin panel character.

The other peak masters who were originally covering their faces stopped pretending and came to Xun Yuandao in a few steps and said: "Junior brother, the talent resources for the next three years have been divided in advance, so you can't regret it midway."

He was a little anxious and didn't even call him the sect leader.

Xun Yuandao glanced at Meng Lin, who felt something. He turned his head slightly, smiled slightly, and then his eyes fell on Su Liang.

The meaning is obvious.

I don't care, don't look at me.

It would be a good thing for the sect to have another figure like Luo Zijin, but such figures all come from Xiaolian Peak, which would be a dimensionality-reducing blow to other peaks.

The more powerful the genius is, the more resources will be skewed.

As soon as Su Liangjiu Grotto-Heaven came out, several peak masters knew that they could no longer sit there.

Although they also hope that Su Liang can develop well.

But... after reaching the Sixth Realm, it's still a matter of debate whether such a genius can be retained...

Xun Yuandao naturally knew what the peak masters were worried about, so he remained silent at the moment, looking up at the sky with unwillingness.

Dongzhou...why can't monks of the seventh realm and above be born?

On the fighting stage.

As Su Liang's nine Grotto-Heavens appeared, his whole aura increased by more than one level.

The previous method of secretly mobilizing spiritual power limited his performance.

Now, the seal is lifted and the strength has been improved, not only to a higher level.

One realm can defeat the peak of the three realms, but the second realm can't compete with the fourth realm?

Of course, it can't be calculated like this. After all, the four realms have a big improvement like Divine Ability.

But it was obviously enough to deal with Tang Jubai in front of him.

The power of the sword swept across the audience, and the sword intention rose with the wind, gathering behind Su Liang and turning into thousands of spiritual swords.

The sword intention he comprehended was originally called - Sword Qi Rulan, one style of three thousand.

As for, are there three thousand spiritual swords behind you at this moment?

I'm too lazy to look at it, but I think it's enough.

"You actually opened up nine Grotto-Heavens?!" Tang Jubai's tone was filled with more than excitement.

He licked his lips, a greedy look flashed in his eyes.

If... he could devour Su Liang, what kind of perfect state would he reach?

Devouring spiritual bodies, isn't that what it does.

Su Liang ignored him, raised his sword with one hand, pointed at the sky, and stared at him indifferently.

The next moment, thousands of spiritual swords, carrying endless sword power, fell like rain.

Tang Jubai didn't look panic at all, he laughed, closed his palms, and then spread them out, a small tower-shaped magic weapon appeared in his palms.

With another throw, the small blue tower rose up in the wind, and even transformed into a shadow, protecting Tang Jubai inside.

You have the means, don’t I?

The spirit sword fell and hit the small tower repeatedly, making a clanking sound for a while.

Can't be broken.

It should not be broken open. After all, this small tower is a human-level spiritual weapon and is the heart and soul of the Tang family.

This treasure just appeared in Tang Jubai's hands... It can be seen that the Tang family was well prepared.

It's a bit unreasonable to break through easily with the transformed spirit sword alone.

"This method is not enough! Where is the sword move you used before? Why don't you use it?"

Tang Jubai held up Yao Guang between his palms, which was gray in color and very rich. At this moment, he looked at Su Liang and spoke provocatively.

Su Liang shook his head and said bluntly: "I'm afraid I'll beat you to death."

"Hehe, hehe."

Tang Jubai, who was originally pale, turned rosy at this moment. Zhang Kuang laughed angrily and said, "Come on, beat me to death."

"good."

Su Liang agreed very quickly, just like the sword he waved at this moment.

Bie Tianque, the first style, Bie Jian style.

The majestic sword energy surged from Qingping's sword, and the white sword energy shot out instantly.

This sword was more powerful than the previous Farewell Swordsmanships, and even ruthlessly tore apart the spirit sword in front of him. The sharp sword force poured out in an instant, pressing down on the small tower without any reservation. above.

With the blessing of Qingping Sword, Su Liangdu was surprised by this sword strike.

It seems to be three points more powerful than when he tried the sword in the back mountain.

So from this point of view, the quality of the broken sword is lower than that of the human-level spiritual weapon?

That’s it, let’s look back.

The Farewell Sword Style landed on the small tower, and a huge sound exploded like thunder. In an instant, there was a bright light shining in all directions.

The formation in the competition arena was instantly activated.

Who will win?

In the stands, many people squinted their eyes. Under the light of the sword, people could not see clearly what was going on on the stage.

After a while, the light dissipated.

Everyone looked up.

Su Liang stood with his sword in hand, his white robe swaying and his expression calm.

Opposite him, the arena was shattered, and a ravine that went deep into the ground continued to spread, connecting the edge of the formation's light curtain.

There, Tang Ju's white clothes were torn, his hands were hanging down, blood was dripping down his arms, his eyes were white, his breathing was coming and going, and he looked like he had passed out.

And the small tower that he sacrificed has disappeared.

A clear view of superiority and inferiority.

When Su Liang saw this, the nine Grotto-Heavens behind him slowly dispersed, and his sword power and spiritual thoughts were restrained by him.

At the last moment, Su Liang still had a backhand and forcibly deflected the direction of the sword, otherwise the sword would have landed on his neck.

After all, it's just a competition.

You can't just beat him to death like he said, right?

Not suitable.

Cheng Shuanglin also quietly came to the end at this moment. He was about to declare Su Liang the winner, but an extremely chaotic spiritual power fluctuation made him look back.

Tang Jubai, who was originally attached to the formation light screen, took a step forward and stepped forward again.

His pupils exuded a scarlet color, and he didn't know whether it was because of some secret method or because he fell completely into madness.

But no matter what, it looks weird.

In the stands, the leader of the Tang family suddenly stood up.

Oops!

How dare this bastard use this method in public!

Although he was anxious in his heart, he did not dare to show it too obviously at the moment.

"I... didn't lose!" Tang Jubai yelled out three words almost hoarsely, while expressing that his sanity still existed and he could fight again.

This is in line with the competition regulations of the Golden Lotus Society.

Cheng Shuanglin turned to look at Su Liang: "Did you create the second form for someone else?"

Su Liang spread his hands, speechless and innocent.

The second form...if the fifth junior brother were to read this novel, I shouldn't have shown you so much!

"It's okay, I'll add another sword."

So, Tang Jubai, who was about to go crazy, faced a bright sword light again.

The arena rumbled.

It finally fell apart completely.

The formation barrier capable of carrying the battle of the five realms shook, and then a Daoist shadow stuck up again.

Same position, same posture.

A familiar recipe.

In the stands, the leader of the Tang family, who was originally extremely nervous, fell silent.

He slowly sat down and looked at Su Liang who had completely sheathed his sword on the competition stage. He ignored the overwhelming exclamations around him and had only one thought in his mind.

Damn it, is this better than a piece of wool?