The Art of the Great Sword

The next day.

Fang Qingyang was practicing when a light curtain suddenly appeared in the void.

"Someone sent me a letter?"

Fang Qingyang was surprised. This method of sending letters consumes a lot of spirit stones and is usually only used for important matters.

He reached into the light curtain and a message formed in his mind.

"Qingyang, a few days ago, Zihe Sect opened arenas in various places to recruit disciples. Fang Chen was lucky enough to be selected. He should have arrived at the sect today. If you see him, please take care of him as much as possible!"

It was the voice of the uncle.

"Brother Chen is here too?"

Fang Qingyang's eyes revealed a hint of excitement. He stood up suddenly and walked down the mountain.

During the battle of spirit patterns, the elder gave him the family's only inferior Yuandan realm spirit weapon, the purple fire armor. He had to repay this favor!

Outside the Yunhai, many inner disciples gathered and talked about it.

Seeing Fang Qingyang, everyone kept silent, but the envy on their faces could not be concealed.

This kid has lived in Su Xiaoyu's cave and has not been driven out yet.

Just this point alone, I don't know how many geniuses envy him!

In the past, many talented disciples wanted to get close to Yunhai, but their endings were very miserable.

Why is he the only exception?

"Yesterday, Senior Sister Su attracted thirty feet of spiritual energy to infuse her body, and ranked first on the spiritual energy monument, replacing Lu Ningwei's previous ranking. Maybe she was in a good mood, so she didn't bother with him."

A disciple said sourly.

Other disciples nodded one after another, but they felt very unhappy in their hearts.

If we had known this earlier, we would have gone in.

How could it be his turn!

Fang Qingyang crossed the mountain and came to the outer gate.

In front of the mountain gate, there were many people gathered, and they should be the new disciples who had just arrived.

Fang Qingyang took the initiative to walk to the elder in charge of recruiting new disciples and bowed, "Elder, I'm here to find a boy named Fang Chen!"

"You... Hey, Fang Qingyang?"

The elder was slightly startled when he saw Fang Qingyang's clothes, and thought he had seen it wrong.

A few days ago, I just brought him to the outer gate to settle down.

How long has it been since he changed into the clothes of the inner gate disciple?

Fang Qingyang smiled, "Thanks to the blessing of the senior, I have good luck and passed the fifth floor of the Xuanlong Tower and entered the inner gate."

"It seems that even if your Qi sea has been destroyed, you are much stronger than the disciples of the same age."

The elder praised, "Fang Chen, I have some impression of him. He is from your Fang family, right? Just before, he was taken to the outer gate to settle down, which is near where you lived before!"

"Thank you for telling me, elder."

Fang Qingyang bowed and walked towards the residence of the outer gate based on his memory.

He didn't have the heart to observe carefully before, but now it seems that the cultivation environment of the outer gate is indeed far worse than that of the inner gate.

The concentration of spiritual energy alone is not at the same level.

Just when he wanted to find someone to inquire about Fang Chen's whereabouts, a quarrel came from the courtyard in front.

"I brought these cultivation resources from my family, not stolen by me!"

The voice was very stubborn and revealed an unyielding meaning.

"Fang Chen?"

After hearing this voice, Fang Qingyang's face changed and he walked quickly.

In the narrow courtyard, Fang Chen's forehead was bulging with veins, "I just joined the sect, how could I steal cultivation resources? I don't have the opportunity to do so, don't slander me!"

In front of Fang Chen, an inner disciple said coldly, "Hehe, I didn't steal it. With your inferior background, how can you get such high-quality spiritual stones?"

In his hand, he was holding a round spiritual stone, and the spiritual energy was radiating.

Fang Chen clenched his fists, "If...if senior brother likes it, you can take this spiritual stone, but I didn't steal it, I can swear!"

He obviously didn't want to make a big deal.

"What nonsense, take out the ring and show it to me!"

The inner disciple looked greedy.

His name is Zhao Bin, and he was originally responsible for guiding new disciples to move in.

Before, Zhao Bin brought Fang Chen to the courtyard and wanted to leave, but suddenly he noticed that there was an extremely strong spiritual fluctuation behind him.

Turning back, Zhao Bin discovered that the spiritual energy contained in the spirit stone Fang Chen used for cultivation was astonishing and extremely terrifying, even more exaggerated than the cultivation resources received by the inner disciples!

Logically speaking, a mere spirit stone would not make Zhao Bin tempted, but he thought again, this kid was only in the ninth level of Qi Hai Realm, where did he get such a high-purity spirit stone?

Could it be that he had some adventure on the way?

With this idea in mind, Zhao Bin showed a fierce look and slandered Fang Chen for stealing spirit stones and wanted to take away his ring.

"Impossible! I am innocent. If you insist on doing so, then we will go to the elders to confront!"

Fang Chen's eyes were determined. There were still a few blood spirit stones in the ring, which must not be exposed.

Otherwise, the fact that the Fang family owned the Heavenly Spirit Vein could not be hidden.

Once this happened, it would surely bring about a catastrophe!

The Fang family had just been on the right track under the leadership of Brother Qing Yang, and it must not be destroyed in their own hands.

"Boy, I give you face, but you don't want it, right?"

Zhao Bin's eyes turned cold, and he raised his hand and made a seal in the air. The big hand formed by the terrifying spiritual energy hit Fang Chen's chest on the spot, knocking him back dozens of meters.

"Puff!"

Fang Chen couldn't bear it and spurted blood.

The realm gap was too big, he was no match at all.

As an inner disciple, Zhao Bin's own realm had reached the second level of Yuandan realm.

"Outer disciple, humble as a dog, even if I kill you, no one will speak for you!"

Zhao Bin smiled evilly. Fang Chen's resistance made him realize that it would not be easy for the other party to receive the treasure in the ring, and it also made him more determined that the other party had a chance.

"Senior brother, is there really no room for mediation?"

Fang Chen's eyes slowly turned cold from the initial panic, like a determined beast. He clenched his palms, and there lay quietly a simple black ring in his palms.

He sensed Zhao Bin's murderous intention and realized that there was absolutely no way the matter could be rectified.

Instead of continuing to hide his stupidity, it would be better to explode and kill him.

And this simple black ring is his adventure and his trump card!

"Bang!"

The door was kicked open, and Fang Qingyang walked in with a gloomy expression.

"Brother Qingyang!"

Fang Chen was stunned and let go of the hand holding the black ring.

The aura that originally spread out from the ring seemed to sense danger, so it all shrank back, and everything returned to calm.

"Fang Qingyang?"

Zhao Bin was startled. After all, Fang Qingyang was once one of the most talented people in the inner sect of Tianhuo Sect. It was almost certain that he would become a core disciple in the future. He naturally recognized it.

But in an instant, Zhao Bin smiled disdainfully, "A boy who has lost his temper dares to pretend in front of me!"

Fang Qingyang was relieved when he saw that Fang Chen's injury was not serious.

Unexpectedly, just after he entered the sect, the spiritual stones he carried attracted covetous attention.

"I, Fang Qingyang, am a reasonable person."

Fang Qingyang put his hands behind his back and said calmly, "Fang Chen, please tell me the cause and effect."

Fang Chen took a deep breath and explained the future.

But Zhao Bin sneered again and again, confident, "I suspected this kid was stealing the sect's cultivation resources, so I asked for his Najie to check, but he refused to resist. Not to mention wounding him, even if he beheaded him on the spot, he would still be dead!" "

Fang Qingyang raised his eyelids, "The sect has rules and you are not allowed to attack fellow sects at will. You should be aware of this, right?"

"Fellow disciple?"

Zhao Bin had an exaggerated expression and laughed heartily, "He? He's just a piece of trash from the outer sect. Can a disciple of the outer sect be considered a human being? Can he be considered my fellow sect? Do you have some misunderstanding about the word 'fellow sect'?"

"Inner disciple, so noble."

Fang Qingyang's eyes were calm, but the Dragon Emperor Sword behind him was buzzing and bursting out at this moment, as if he was thirsty for blood and could no longer restrain himself.

"This is the essence of cultivation."

Zhao Bin stepped forward and said, "When Lu Ningwei ordered you to destroy Qi Hai, you were driven out like a dog by the Tianhuo Sect. Why, wasn't that experience cruel enough? During the journey of cultivation, strength is respected, and she is the core disciple. , you are just an inner sect, so she can easily judge you, just like I... kill him if I want!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Bin looked wildly and raised his hand to hit Fang Chen who was not far away.

In an instant, the martial arts exploded, and the terrifying spiritual energy condensed into a black ferocious beast. It roared with terrifying power and rushed towards Fang Chen.

Fang Qingyang is an inner disciple, and he cannot move due to the rules.

But, killing an outer disciple is not easy?

It's as easy as killing a dog!

The chill in Fang Qingyang's eyes completely exploded at this moment.

"Zheng!"

A sword cry like a dragon's roar resounded, and no one saw how Fang Qingyang drew his sword. There was just a flash of cold light, and a terrifying sword flashed in the air like a fleeting light.

After the sword sounded, everything returned to calm.

Fang Qingyang's Dragon Emperor Sword was still lying in its scabbard, but compared to its previous movements, it was now completely quiet, like a satisfied child.

In front of him, Zhao Bin's pupils opened angrily, and a line of blood slowly emerged from his face.

After a moment, it split into two and blood spurted out!

"You can't touch our family."

Fang Qingyang said calmly, his voice calm.

"Brother Qingyang, your level has improved again!"

Fang Chen was overjoyed at first, then his eyes fell on Zhao Bin's body, and he rubbed his eyebrows, "I just came here, and I have caused you so much trouble. He... is an inner disciple, you kill him Yes, the sect will cause trouble for you, right?"

"rest assured."

Fang Qingyang grinned, showing his white and clean teeth, "Brother is in the sect and has a backer."

Fang Chen smiled helplessly, "I didn't expect that there are so many people with sinister thoughts in the sect. I just took out the spirit stones to practice, and I was targeted."

"That ring on this kid's hand is interesting!"

At this moment, the middle-aged man inside the Dragon Emperor Sword chuckled, "There is an ancient soul hidden inside. It seems that this should be his fate!"

"ring?"

Fang Qingyang looked calmly, and sure enough, on Fang Chen's finger, in addition to the Na ring, there was a pure black simple ring.

"When you are strong enough, challenge the Black Dragon Tower as soon as possible and enter the inner gate."

Fang Qingyang patted Fang Chen on the shoulder, "Outer sect disciples have the lowest status. All cats and dogs can bully you. After entering the inner sect, I will protect you, and the cultivation environment is much better than outside."

"Don't worry, Brother Qingyang."

Fang Chen's face showed a trace of perseverance unique to a young man, "I'm not afraid of Brother Qingyang's jokes when I say it. I came to Zihe Sect this time just because I want to grow and become stronger. When I reach a sufficient height, I must step on Pingtian Fire Sect, vent your anger on Brother Qingyang!”

Fang Qingyang's lips curved into a happy smile.

This is the family, the family where he can feel the warmth at any time!