Fantasy: Quietly draw the sword 100,000 times, and come out of the mountain as the sword god

“Father, don’t worry, I will definitely strive for a good ranking!”

Zhao Wan’er said with a firm expression.

“Master, I will do my best!”

Lin Zhen also spoke.

Master Zhao Ming glanced at the two of them, but did not speak, but sighed softly in his heart.

How could he not know what happened to his two disciples?

Zhao Wan’er is his only daughter, her talent is not bad, she is already at the sixth level of Qi refining.

Even if you work hard, you may not be able to reach the seventh level of Qi refining.But… among the other eight peaks, which chief disciple is not the ninth level of Qi Refining?

Not to mention Saintess Zhuang Mingzhu, they are all monks in the Divine Sea Realm now.

Although it is only the first level of Shenhai, it is also Shenhai!

There is a huge difference from the Qi Refining Realm!

As for Lin Zhen, breaking through the qualifiers had already exhausted all his strength, and it was obviously impossible to go down.

“Okay, you two just do your best, there’s no need to force yourself.”

“Let’s get back first.”

Master Zhao Ming said in relief.

After Lin Zhen and Zhao Wan’er left, Master Zhao Ming suddenly thought of Xu Tian who was still on the Cliff of Thoughts and hadn’t participated in the competition.

But then, he shook his head.

The Siguo Cliff where Xu Tian was imprisoned two months ago had only attained the third level of Qi refining.

And there is no resource supply.

Obviously, even if you participate in the Grand Competition, it’s nothing more than cannon fodder.

…

the second day.

The Nine Peaks Daru continued in full swing.

After thinking about Xu Tian on the cliff, after drawing his sword and getting tired, he also took advantage of the rest time to use his eyesight to observe Dabi to pass the time.

Tianyan is the reward given by the system when he draws his sword two hundred times.

Able to see for hundreds of miles and observe everything within a radius of a hundred miles.

In a ring, two disciples of the ninth level of Qi refining confronted each other.

Both of these two are the chief disciples of their respective sword peaks. In the Changhe Sword Sect, they can be regarded as the most attention-getting existence besides the saint Zhuang Mingzhu!

Both of them used the Changhe swordsmanship, constantly fighting each other.

Under the arena, there were voices of applause and applause.

“Senior Brother Wang’s hand is endless, it’s simply the pinnacle!”

“Senior Brother Tian is not bad either. His sword moves are simple and unsophisticated, but he is in a class of his own!”

Even the master of Jianzong nodded slightly on the high platform.

Only Xu Tian, ​​who had thought about the cliff, shook his head slightly.

Judging from his current cultivation at the third level of Shenhai and the state of swordsmanship of the Supreme Sword Heart.

The swordsmanship of these two people is really clumsy and full of flaws. It is not much better than a child’s sword dancing.

Even this Changhe Swordsmanship, compared to the Sword Qi Rolling Dragon Wall he signed up in the system, is not an exaggeration to say a word of rubbish.

After just watching for a while, Xu Tian lost interest, and turned to look at the only two disciples of Ninth Peak who successfully broke through the qualifiers, Zhao Wan’er and Lin Zhen.

Lin Zhen was being beaten back by a disciple at the seventh level of Qi refining. Seeing that he couldn’t hold on for long, he had to admit defeat.

As for Zhao Wan’er, she was extremely unlucky. The opponent who had been underwhelmed by him unexpectedly made a breakthrough in the ring, and her momentum soared, showing a tendency to turn defeat into victory.

This also made Master Zhao Ming’s face even more serious, whose face was extremely heavy.

Seeing this, Xu Tian’s thoughts were calm. He had no intention of shocking the audience, but watched all this silently.

After a while.

Lin Zhen couldn’t hold on any longer, and surrendered in defeat.

Zhao Wan’er, on the other hand, was full of drama. Under the high pressure brought by her opponent’s impromptu breakthrough, she also succeeded in her impromptu breakthrough, finally defeated her opponent, and advanced to the third round.

This also made Zhao Ming’s real face look a lot better.

Not long after, the second round of competition was over.

On the Ninth Peak, Zhao Wan’er is the only one left.

…

In the next few days, the competition continued.

Xu Tian glanced at it for a while, and after seeing that Zhao Wan’er was eliminated, he didn’t look any further.

Instead, he continued to draw his sword and become stronger day after day.

【Ding! Congratulations to the host, complete 400 sword draws, and get the reward: Crescent Sky Chong! 】

The sound of the system’s improvement surged in Xu Tian’s mind.

A crescent moon?

Xu Tian was overjoyed immediately.

This is an extremely powerful sword technique!

Gather the strength of the whole body, put it on the tip of the sword, and release it instantly!

The burst produced at that moment will be dozens or even hundreds of times his usual strength!

Proper killer! nirvana!

For a while, Xu Tian felt itchy and wanted to try it.

But after thinking about it for a while, Xu Tian decided to give up temporarily because he was afraid that the instantaneous power would be too great, and the breathing technique would not be able to restrain the breath of the sword in time.

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the next day.

Changhe Jianzong’s Nine Peaks Competition, the finals have begun!

Zhuang Mingzhu, the Saintess of the Changhe Sword Sect, will face off against Chen Feihong, the chief disciple of the Seventh Peak!

Xu Tian, ​​who was resting after pulling out his sword, cast his Celestial Eye, and was about to see how strong this saintess was. Zhao Wan’er, who had already been eliminated, came here at this time.

She held mung bean cakes in her hand, with a lonely expression on her face.

“Brother.”

She sat down next to Xu Tian. .