Too Reckless

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Desolate cold moon, snow on the ground.

Outside the thousand-storey buildings of the Iron Arrow Mansion, nearly ten thousand monks gathered in the endless square, and further inside was the Iron Arrow Mansion and the Iron Arrow Cave in the center of Luohunyuan.

On the mountain wall at the end of the Iron River Valley, there are four big characters inscribed with the words 'Heaven opens all things', occupying the entire mountain wall.

When it was almost noon, the elders of the nine sects also heard the news and sat in the dark place of the Sword Worship Platform; on the bright side was the precept elder of the Iron Arrow Mansion, Nangong Yue, sitting on the high platform below the mountain wall, in charge of this time. Competition referee.

Yunshui Jiantan Li Chongjin sat beside him.

Above the cliff, Shangguan Lingye sat directly on the horizontal line of the word "天" in "Tiankaiwuwu", bowing his head and overlooking the audience.

In the world to fight in the ring, only one platform is needed, and the two sides can go up to fight, but it is obviously not possible in the cultivation way.

After all, monks can control the world, and there are home and away games. If you play in a stone arena, and iron and stone are the gold of the five elements, a monk who is close to the wood in the five elements stands up, which is equivalent to being **** and fighting.

Therefore, Sword Worshiping Stage is not a simple arena, but a martial arts field shrouded in formations. Within a radius of one mile, there are rivers, forests, wildfires, gold and iron ore, and various weapons, all of which are evenly distributed and absolutely just.

In addition to the formation of the sword-worshiping platform, countless cultivators have been looking forward to it. Due to the rules, there is still no one who is flying the sword. They just stand on the ground and watch. Only the seniors can be invited to the corridor above the cliff. Sit down.

The cultivators who were not able to squeeze in front of them could only surround themselves in front of the giant water curtain outside the Iron Arrow Mansion and watch the battle that everyone watched.

The time is approaching noon.

Lao Lu and Qiu Fengqing were sitting in an attic, quietly waiting for Zuo Lingquan's arrival.

In the cold weather, Zuo Yunting shook his fan and gave a bird's-eye view of the audience from the window.

Qi Jia held the sword and saw that Zuo Lingquan was late and was about to speak, but there was a commotion outside the worshipping sword platform, and everyone looked at the entrance of the sword worshipping platform.

The entrance to the meeting platform is an octagonal gate tower. Four black-armored warriors from the Iron Head Mansion stood with shields. Situ was shocked like a door god, standing in the middle of the entrance, holding a golden mace with a stern smile.

Outside the gatehouse is a straight bluestone avenue with crowds on both sides.

Under the snowy sky, a figure walked slowly from afar.

The coming person wore a black robe, his hair was tied with a black hairband, and a black sheathed long sword was hanging from his waist.

The figure moved from far to near, walking very steadily. It was clearly moving forward, but it was like a pines on the top of the mountain.

"I'm coming……"

"This style, at first glance, is a swordsman who has crossed the rivers and lakes..."

"So handsome~"

...

In the noisy conversation, the figure came to the gatehouse.

Li Chongjin on the cliff frowned, then raised his hand slightly.

Fang Zhuoqing, who was standing behind him, bowed his hands in a salute, turned and walked down the cliff to the octagonal gate tower.

Everyone's eyes were also focused on the black-robed young man who had stood still under the gatehouse.

Zuo Lingquan stood with his sword in hand, turning a blind eye to the crowd of people around him, but looked at Situ Baye in front of him, raised his hand and saluted.

Situ shocked this time, but he did his best to say good things, so he asked his teacher to arrange for him to be the door to welcome him and witness his young master's 'coming out ceremony'.

However, Zuo Lingquan's identity is only known to him and Shangguan Lingye, and he can't talk nonsense.

"quiet!"

The sound was like a loud bell, and it was spread far into the Iron River Valley that the entire Sword Worshiping Platform became quiet.

Soon, Fang Zhuoqing came to the gatehouse under the admiring gazes of countless monks.

Fang Zhuoqing was Li Chongjin's direct disciple. This time, the direct descendants from Yunshui Jiantan, including Li Chusun, were less than ten.

Although it is regarded as a low-level horse, it is also a low-level horse in the lineage of the inner family. In terms of talent and understanding, it is actually stronger than that of Situ Baye when he was young.

Fang Zhuoqing was wearing a cloud-patterned robe of Yunshui Jiantan, with a saber hanging from his waist, and his face was quite heroic. After walking across from Zuo Lingquan, he glanced at Zuo Lingquan without saying a word.

Under the silent gaze of ten thousand people, Situ took a step forward in shock and said:

"This time, my Iron Head Mansion will be fair, and the elders of the nine sects will watch on the sidelines. The two of you don't need to worry, you can do everything you have learned, and you can kill. Live, the bones were beaten and the souls were scattered, and Elder Liu of the Medicine King Tower and Elder Xu of Fulongshan were able to put the two back together."

If you can't even see the fight between two juniors, you don't deserve to sit here. The latter sentence is basically a joke.

Fang Zhuoqing nodded slightly, then took off his saber and handed it to Situ shock, and walked into a formation on the side of the gatehouse.

Zuo Lingquan had heard Lin Yang talk about the general details of the fight yesterday.

The competition between disciples is based on their own potential, physical foundation, and on-the-spot reaction.

But the age difference between the disciples is huge, the realm can't be unified, and there is no way to fight in the first grade. If you compete directly, it will become a long time to learn from each other, and whoever has cultivated for a long time will not be able to see the potential.

For the sake of fairness, the two sides will first measure the bone age, and the age difference is a small round, that is, within the age of twelve, they are considered peers.

Then test the realm again, the higher side will press the realm, keeping the two of them in the same realm and facing the enemy. Although people who are under pressure will not weaken their cultivation perception and experience, they will still take advantage of their age; but there is no absolute fairness in the world.

In addition, foreign objects such as magic weapons, immortal weapons, medicinal pills, and talismans must be handed in.

Otherwise, Zuo Lingquan put a 'God descending platform' under his feet, and dared to reason with the eight masters, it would be like a hammer.

What Fang Zhuoqing entered at this time was the formation that detected his realm and age. As the formation lit up, countless rays of light entered it, and the eyes of all the monks also focused on Fang Zhuoqing.

Situ shock stood in front of him and waited for a while, then said loudly:

"Twenty-three, the sixth level of Linggu."

"Oh--"

As soon as these words came out, the cultivators who were watching were all amazed.

The difficulty of raising the realm is known to everyone present.

A normal cultivator would need a period of time to reach the sixth level of Linggu; even a disciple of the ninth sect would take thirty or forty years.

Fang Zhuoqing began to practice at the age of six, and he reached the sixth level of Linggu in nineteen years. The speed is already appalling for ordinary monks. No wonder he became a direct descendant of the inner door.

Everyone was amazed at Fang Zhuoqing's cultivation speed, but Jiang Yi, who was standing in the crowd watching nervously, was stunned.

With the end of the test, Fang Zhuoqing walked out of the formation, put his eyes on Zuo Lingquan, and gestured with his eyes.

The cultivator's eyes also focused on Zuo Lingquan.

Zuo Lingquan handed the sword to Situ shock and stepped into the formation.

As the stream of light lit up and merged into Zuo Lingquan's body, everyone quieted down.

Li Chongjin tapped the back of the chair with his fingers and waited earnestly.

Qiu Fengqing also stood up and looked at the window.

Although Situ shock already knew Zuo Lingquan's realm, he took a few serious glances before saying loudly:

"Eighteen years old, the sixth level of Linggu."

The whole place fell silent.

The monks nearby all frowned, as if wondering if they had heard it wrong.

Fang Zhuoqing, who was waiting, looked unexpectedly, took a step back quietly, checked the array, and then stopped in place, a little incredible.

Li Chongjin on the cliff also sat up straighter:

"He's only eighteen?"

Nangong Tieyu is the referee of this competition, he shook his head and sighed:

"Entering the late stage of Linggu at the age of eighteen, the talent is amazing... It's a pity."

Li Chongjin understood why Nangong Tieyu said it was a pity.

Because normal people start to practice at the age of six, and at the age of seventeen they reach the sixth level of the Spirit Valley. This kind of talent is enough to be cultivated by the nine sects as a young master.

However, Qing Kui took the path of ascetic cultivation. He had accumulated a lot of money in the early stage, and he was born much slower than normal cultivation.

Zuo Lingquan was only eighteen years old when he entered the sixth level of the Spirit Valley. No matter how he thought about it, it was impossible to take the path of ascetic cultivation. If such talent took the normal path to cultivate, it was indeed a waste.

Qiu Fengqing, who is not far away, obviously has a similar idea:

"Old Lu, did he cultivate this realm by himself?"

Old Lu was also a little surprised, shook his head and said, "It is estimated that I have a big chance, otherwise it should be around the second level of Linggu now."

Qiu Fengqing let out a sigh of relief and sighed softly:

"Eighteen-year-old Linggu second-level, middle-level in the inheritance of the inner sect, I thought it was very powerful."

Lao Lu was silent about these evaluations.

Although the elders of the nine sects have regrets and doubts, Zuo Lingquan's sixth-level spiritual valley is a real realm~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Even if you take the normal route, the eighteen-year-old Linggu sixth-level is also for ordinary monks. Unheard of.

According to Wu Xiu's practice of 'the younger you are, the higher your talent is; the older you are, the more demonic your swordsmanship is', Fang Zhuoqing is not unable to fight; but there is a clear gap between the two in talent and understanding, and the other party in the scene said Zhuoqing. Very unfavorable.

In the silence of the audience, Zuo Lingquan walked out of the formation and looked at Fang Zhuoqing who was in a daze:

"Are you still fighting?"

Fang Zhuoqing was five years older than Zuo Lingquan, but they were in the same situation. Naturally, he felt guilty. He turned to look at Li Chongjin on the cliff.

Li Chongjin sent Fang Zhuoqing out, just to touch Zuo Lingquan's depth, naturally nodded slightly.

Fang Zhuoqing didn't say much after seeing this, turned around and took a long sword from the hand of the monk of the Iron Arrow Mansion, and entered the sword worship platform.

The instruments used by both parties must be of the same level. Zuo Lingquan did not use his own sword. After taking a handy saber, he stepped into the octagonal gate...