Nine Heavens Sword Emperor

"How is this possible..." Lin Che looked at the empty cave entrance. A demon beast comparable to the Spiritual Vein Realm was killed instantly by her eyes?

He turned his head to look at Master Yu Qian, who still had a cold expression and looked at him indifferently.

The two were very close, and Lin Che even smelled a faint fragrance on her body.

Lin Che hurriedly suppressed the huge waves in his heart and quickly calmed his mind.

The girl in front of him was definitely a great man in the world. She asked him who he picked the spirit-hiding grass for. Her question could not be dealt with carelessly.

He knew that his teacher was not as simple as the elder of Xiaohanshan Sect. This woman came with bad intentions, and he must not let her see through his flaws.

"My master asked me to pick it. He said that the spirit-hiding grass can cover up part of the spiritual power in the body, and it will be useful in the future when traveling in the world." Lin Che said nonsense in an orderly manner.

Hearing this, Yu Shiqian frowned slightly. For ordinary warriors, the spirit-hiding grass can indeed be used to conceal part of their cultivation.

"Do you know the consequences of lying to me?" Yu Shiqian looked into Lin Che's eyes and said lightly, but the familiar feeling in her heart became stronger and stronger.

An invisible sword intent appeared out of thin air, close to Lin Che's chest, as if he would be pierced through the heart by the sword if he went one inch further!

Lin Che looked at Yu Shiqian without changing his expression. The sword intent seemed to carry the will of the head of the ten thousand swords between heaven and earth. It hung in front of Lin Che's chest, and the latter's spiritual power seemed to be bowing to it at this time!

This woman's swordsmanship is definitely a realm against the sky!

Lin Che was horrified in his heart, but he forced himself to be calm and said, "I am just a kid in the Qi training realm. How dare I lie to a powerful person like you?"

Yu Shiqian looked at Lin Che's breath without any panic at this time, and nodded slightly, "What is your master's cultivation level?"

"Late stage of the spiritual vein realm." Lin Che said truthfully.

At this time, the sword intent on his chest dissipated into nothingness, and Lin Che finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Yu Shiqian still stared at Lin Che's eyes, and his eyes never flickered from beginning to end.

Looking at the "familiar" eyes, Yu Shiqian whispered, "Why did you stand there when you first met me?"

Lin Che was slightly stunned. How should he answer this question?

"Well, I have never seen a girl as beautiful as you, and I lost my mind for a moment." Lin Che swallowed his saliva and said embarrassedly.

Sure enough, no woman would resist the compliments of the opposite sex, especially when Lin Che still looked extremely sincere at this time.

Yu Shiqian chuckled, then glared at him playfully, and gently raised a jade finger and tapped Lin Che's forehead.

"Lying to me will cost you a price."

As soon as the crisp voice fell, Lin Che felt that his whole mind was blasted, and in an instant, a super strong sword intent surged into him.

The sword intent was like a dragon entering the sea in his sea of ​​consciousness, and the powerful sword force stirred up the entire sea of ​​Lin Che's consciousness.

In that moment, he seemed to see the sword that Yu Shiqian had used to kill the tiger monster in an instant, and he seemed to see endless sword intent falling from the sky and gathering madly in one place.

At this time, Lin Che had a splitting headache, and the mysterious sword force filled his sea of ​​consciousness. His mind was shocked by the sword intent that was madly gathering in his sea of ​​consciousness.

He covered his head in pain, and finally fell down. At the last moment of falling, Lin Che vaguely saw Yu Shiqian

There seemed to be a hint of expectation in her cold eyes. . .

The next morning, Lin Che rubbed his head and opened his eyes. Looking at the rising sun outside the cave, he hurriedly climbed up.

Today is the day of the sect competition, but he is still in Wanling Mountain more than a hundred miles away. This is bad!

Lin Che had just used his spiritual power to prepare to return to the sect, but he found that there was an exquisite little sword in his sea of ​​consciousness, and that little sword seemed to contain a huge amount of spiritual power. . .

The Xiaohanshan Sect was already crowded with people in the early morning. The reason was simple. Today was the annual sect competition, and it was also a martial arts competition for the election of true disciples. The value was self-evident.

The disciples of the sect had already arranged the martial arts field in a very good manner. The huge martial arts viewing platform was surrounded by the arena, and many big figures in Yulin City had already taken their seats here.

Among them were the patriarchs and elders of famous families, the presidents and managers of the Chamber of Commerce, and some well-known casual martial artists. Without exception, they were all well-known figures in Yulin City.

Such a martial arts event is rare, so they naturally would not miss the opportunity to dig out and win over talents.

The big figures on the stage were chatting comfortably and hypocritically, while the disciples who were about to compete in the martial arts competition were serious and solemn.

Of course, not everyone would be restrained by this grand competition. For example, a young man with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes looked very confident.

He was dressed in a spotless white robe, and he stood out in the crowd with his chest and head held high, like a crane among chickens. His pair of black star eyes showed his proud spirit.

"Is that the boy from the Chen family - Chen Yifeng?" A round-faced old man with a ruddy face pointed at the white-robed boy and asked.

"Yes, the old guy from the Chen family really didn't know what kind of great luck he had to get such a brilliant grandson." An old man replied.

The round-faced old man nodded slightly and touched the jade ring on his hand, "Yes, if he can become a true disciple, invite him to join the Yuxiao Chamber of Commerce." . .

It is not surprising that Chen Yifeng can become the focus of major forces. After all, he is only seventeen years old, but he has reached the peak of the martial arts realm of Yijin! And it is said that his swordsmanship is even more superb.

Among all the disciples who took part in the competition, the only one who could match Chen Yifeng in popularity was Lin Muxue.

At this time, Lin Muxue stood quietly in the crowd, with a calm expression, only occasionally looking at the entrance of the arena, as if looking for something.

"Why does my goddess Muxue look much thinner recently, but even more charming." A male disciple looked at Lin Muxue from a distance and said eagerly.

"I think you should save your energy. No matter how charming you are, people won't know you." The disciple next to him poured cold water.

"Humph, do I need her to know me? I just need to cheer her up silently and watch her win the first place in the competition."

"With Chen Yifeng here, she may not be able to get the first place. After all, Elder Lin has been biased towards that waste for many years and never guides your goddess Muxue."

"That waste, I feel itchy when I mention him. I heard that he is also in today's competition. I want to see how he embarrasses himself in front of the entire sect!" The male disciple gritted his teeth.

A man in black was anxiously looking around under the stage. He was the person responsible for Lin Che's extradition - Hua Que.

"Lin Che." The referee holding the roster shouted loudly. Hua Que once again glanced at the empty entrance of the martial arts arena, and hurriedly ran to the referee with a flattering smile on his face.

"Hehe, Elder Chen, Lin Che often practices so hard that he forgets to eat and sleep. Anyway, it's not his turn to play now, so you can wait for him for a while."

The old referee's face darkened, and he said sternly, "The sect competition is not a joke? If Lin Che doesn't arrive within a quarter of an hour, it will be considered that he voluntarily gave up!"

This was a good sound, and everyone in the arena heard it clearly.

"The waste is really a waste. He took up a place to participate in the competition, but in the end he was afraid of fighting and fled on the spot."

"Haha, with Elder Lin Tianran's unremitting teaching, he has only reached the Qi training stage after so many years. Do you want him to participate in this kind of competition?"

The audience was talking about it, all of them were looking at the joke of Lin Che running away without fighting.

Lin Tianran was sitting in the first row on the stage. He frowned slightly. He knew his apprentice very well. Lin Che was always punctual, cautious and steady. He would never oversleep. Could it be that something happened to him?

A quarter of an hour passed in a flash. Lin Muxue looked at the empty entrance with a hint of disappointment in her eyes.

She wanted to fight with Lin Che very much, not only for the grievances she had hidden in her heart for more than ten years, but also to prove to Lin Tianran that his vision was wrong!

However, just when Lin Muxue had even shaken her head and smiled bitterly, a white figure flashed by and then stood in front of the referee. . .