Xiuxian: I have an equipment bar

"Big Brother!"

Not only Huang Lian, but also the surrounding disciples were extremely excited when they saw Zhang Yan.

"Am I a step too late?"

Zhang Yan looked around at the many junior disciples and asked.

"It's not too late!"

"This is just the first round."

"You can participate in the next round of drawings now."

"And you are now the quasi-young pavilion master."

"But the Pavilion Master may not want you to participate."

Huang Lian's eyes fell on the high platform where the master of the Shenbing Pavilion was, and he replied.

…

What a level of cultivation the Master of the Divine Weapon Pavilion has.

He discovered it as soon as Zhang Yan appeared.

"This boy."

"Why did you come out of seclusion at this time?"

The master of the Shenbing Pavilion looked at Zhang Yan from a distance, feeling surprised and delighted.

"Pavilion Master."

"The aura on the Young Pavilion Master's body...is it in the middle stage of Nascent Soul?"

Several Heavenly Lords around him also noticed Zhang Yan and their faces were filled with joy.

That's right.

After breaking through the Nascent Soul, he stayed in seclusion for another eleven years.

Zhang Yan's cultivation has reached the middle stage of Nascent Soul!

Moreover, his aura is extremely restrained, and since he is both at the Nascent Soul stage, his cultivation level is definitely not visible.

That is to say, Tianjun, who is sitting here, can see through it at a glance.

"Eleven years ago."

"Young Pavilion Master can do it."

"In the early stage of Yuanying, it can destroy a catastrophe comparable to that of a full blow in the late stage of Yuanying."

"I'm afraid I can now compete with the peak Nascent Soul!"

Several heavenly kings looked at each other with great joy.

Zhang Yan is not only extremely talented.

This speed of cultivation is even more amazing.

It was a huge surprise to many heavenly kings.

"With the strength of the Young Pavilion Master."

"In the competition, at least he is among the top three."

"Pavilion Master, with such strength, he is no longer weak."

A heavenly king in red robes said to the master of the Divine Weapon Pavilion.

They were worried before.

Zhang Yan's cultivation level is too low.

Participating in the Five Sects Competition, I didn’t even have the power to protect myself.

Today, Zhang Yan has broken through the middle stage of Nascent Soul.

His strength is extremely extraordinary.

He is fully qualified to participate in the five major competitions.

"You think I don't know?"

"But how can those five great competitions be child's play?"

"Over the years, the number of casualties in our Shenbing Pavilion has been more than half!"

"And every time, we end up at the bottom. We have been at the bottom for more than a thousand years, and this time is no different."

"But Zhang Yan is different. He is an unprecedented ten-turn Nascent Soul."

"If he dies, where can I, the Divine Weapon Pavilion, find another genius like this?"

The master of the Shenbing Pavilion asked with a gloomy face.

It's not him who is defending his shortcomings.

Not willing to let Zhang Yan take risks.

But the Five Sects Competition is really too dangerous.

More than half of the casualties, what is the concept?

Two disciples participate in the competition, and only one disciple can come back intact.

No one can guarantee it.

Is Zhang Yan the lucky half?

Moreover, Zhang Yan successively offended Yue Ping from the Divine Phoenix Valley and Dongfang Yeyang from the Sword Sect.

After the start of the Five Sects Competition.

Zhang Yan will definitely be targeted by people from the two major sects.

With Zhang Yan's strength, perhaps there is no threat in the Nascent Soul Realm.

But Dharma Realm took action.

No matter how defiant Zhang Yan was, there was no way he could survive.

The master of the Shenbing Pavilion allowed his disciples to take risks, but he did not allow his disciples to die in vain.

"That's what the Pavilion Master said."

When all the heavenly kings heard this, they were immediately poured cold water on them.

Zhang Yan's appearance gave them an unprecedented surprise.

He even got a little carried away.

Today's Shenbing Pavilion is in an increasingly difficult situation.

"Boy."

"Master, I understand your thoughts."

"You want to contribute to the cabinet, but your current strength is not enough."

"You are still young. A hundred years from now, when you reach the peak of Nascent Soul, that will be the time for you to shine."

"Listen to what I have to say, master. You can go back to the cave to retreat."

The master of the Shenbing Pavilion had no expression on his face and sent a message to Zhang Yan from afar.

This is not the only time for the Five Sects Competition.

With Zhang Yan’s talent.

A hundred years later, he will reach the peak of Nascent Soul.

At that time, with Zhang Yan's ten-turn Nascent Soul, he had the power to protect himself even when faced with the Dharma Realm.

This was also a helpless move by the master of the Shenbing Pavilion.

If Zhang Yan was from the Sword Control Sect and had powerful senior brothers and sisters to protect him, he would not have such worries.

…

"Master..."

Zhang Yan was startled when he heard the voice of the master of the Shenbing Pavilion.

He was well aware of the worries of the Master of the Shenbing Pavilion.

But now, he has completely changed.

He is no longer at the peak of his golden elixir.

Even if it is a cruel competition among the five sects, he is still confident that he can lead his fellow sects to improve the ranking of Shenbing Pavilion by one or two places.

"Senior Brother Huang."

"I'm in the ring."

Zhang Yan made up his mind, said something to Huang Lian, got up and fell into the ring.

We are now preparing for the second round of drawing lots.

Everyone on the platform discovered Zhang Yan.

"It's Senior Brother Zhang!"

"He's out of custody."

Song Qizhen and Huang Yun'er felt ups and downs when they saw Zhang Yan again.

"I knew it."

"Junior Brother Zhang, you will not miss such a grand event."

A faint smile appeared on Lin Qingyue's lips.

"Senior Brother Zhang."

Xiao Wanyi stared at Zhang Yan closely, her eyes full of brilliance.

"Zhang Yan?"

"Did he do it on purpose or accidentally?"

Zhou Yuan immediately discovered Zhang Yan's biggest stumbling block.

"Whether you did it on purpose or not."

"You are destined to be trampled under my feet in this selection competition!"

After being surprised, Zhou Yuan sneered in his heart.

He was thinking.

The selection competition is boring.

The arrival of Zhang Yan will make it more interesting.

"Brother Zhou."

"With the strength of Zhang Yan."

"Not necessarily. He can make it to the top ten, but he probably won't meet you, brother."

Beside Zhou Yuan, the gray-robed brother said with contempt.

"If you can't meet him."

"Forget it, who makes him the early stage of the Nascent Soul."

"But if I meet him, I will make him lose his teeth on the ground."

Zhou Yuan was full of pride and had a plan in mind.

Eleven years ago.

Zhang Yan just broke through the Nascent Soul stage.

Although it is impossible to see Zhang Yan's specific cultivation.

But it is impossible to break through the middle stage of the Nascent Soul.

Even if it is the Nine-Turn Nascent Soul, it is extremely against the sky to be able to fight across two small realms.

It is absolutely impossible to cross three small realms!

This is Zhou Yuan's confidence.

"Big Brother!"

Amid the calls of many junior brothers and sisters, Zhang Yan faced the stands where the Master of the Divine Weapon Pavilion was.

"Master."

"All the Heavenly Lords."

"I want to participate in the selection competition and fight for the five sects in the pavilion!"

Zhang Yan bowed to the Master of the Divine Weapon Pavilion and others and asked loudly.

He knew.

If it was private, the Master of the Divine Weapon Pavilion would definitely not let him participate in the competition.

Only in this occasion, in front of everyone, the Master of the Divine Weapon Pavilion had to agree.

After all, he was.

Contributing to the entire Divine Weapon Pavilion.

"This kid!"

"You actually threatened me!"

The Master of the Divine Weapon Pavilion took a deep breath and wished he could slap Zhang Yan back now.

"Zhang Yan."

"The selection competition has begun."

"You are a step late and are not qualified to participate."

The Master of the Divine Weapon Pavilion rejected Zhang Yan expressionlessly.

"Pavilion Master!"

"I remember the selection competition."

"As long as it's not over, can we participate midway?"

"A hundred years ago, the last time I participated, I didn't arrive until the third round, and I was still qualified to participate."

As soon as the Divine Weapon Pavilion Master finished speaking, someone on the platform refuted.

"Yes!"

"Isn't the selection competition to show our strength?"

"How could it be that we are not qualified to participate?"

Many disciples below also raised doubts.

"Zhou Yuan?"

The Divine Weapon Pavilion Master looked at the person who spoke, his face a little gloomy.

The new disciple may not understand his considerations.

But Zhou Yuan has participated in the five sects competition once.

He must know.

What does Zhang Yan mean to the Divine Weapon Pavilion.

"This Zhou Yuan."

"It must be because I didn't accept him as a disciple."

"Holding a grudge."

The Divine Weapon Pavilion Master said in his heart.

"Pavilion Master."

"Junior Brother Zhang is your disciple."

"He is working for the pavilion, why don't you agree? Isn't your disciple a disciple of my Divine Weapon Pavilion?"

At this time, another disciple spoke up, speaking fiercely, and directly roasted the Divine Weapon Pavilion Master on the volcano.

This man was dressed in a green robe, his face was a little cold, and he exuded the fluctuation of the Dharma Realm.

His identity was also somewhat related to Zhang Yan.

He was the fourth prince of the Yuhua Dynasty, Dongfang Fu.

Although he and Dongfang Weibai were not brothers from the same mother.

But after all, he was Dongfang Weibai's elder brother. In his eyes, Zhang Yan did have something to do with Dongfang Weibai's death.

Although he would not think about revenge on Zhang Yan.

But Zhang Yan killed Dongfang Weibai, so he had to take responsibility.

The Five Sects Competition must be participated in.

Some people from both the new and old generations of disciples spoke up.

Although the Divine Weapon Pavilion Master was reluctant, he could not refuse directly.

"Since you all like to sing the opposite tune."

"Then this Pavilion Master will satisfy you."

The Divine Weapon Pavilion thought about it and had an idea.

"Zhang Yan."

"Since you want to participate, it's fine."

"But, as my disciple, I will give you a task now."

"In the competition, you must defeat Zhou Yuan, otherwise you will be punished to face the wall in the cave for a hundred years."

Being watched by a group of disciples, the master of the Divine Weapon Pavilion pointed at Zhou Yuan and said to Zhang Yan.

"Why do you involve me?"

Zhou Yuan was dumbfounded.

It was not the first time that Zhang Yan heard of Zhou Yuan, but it was the first time he saw him, so he couldn't help but look at Zhou Yuan.

"Peak of Nascent Soul."

Zhang Yan saw Zhou Yuan's cultivation at a glance.

Although the master of the Divine Weapon Pavilion said it in a high-sounding manner.

But the real meaning was to prevent Zhang Yan from participating in the Five Sects Competition.

If he lost to Zhou Yuan.

What's the difference between being confined for a hundred years and directly participating in the next competition.

"Pavilion Master..."

The fourth prince Dongfang Fu wanted to say something.

"This is the decree of this Pavilion Master."

"This Pavilion Master has already given in. Are you going to push it further?"

The Pavilion Master of the Divine Weapon Pavilion's eyes turned cold, and the Pavilion Master's majesty emerged.

"Disciple dare not!"

Dongfang Fu lowered his head quickly.

"It seems that the Pavilion Master also wants to."

"Use my hand to teach Zhang Yan a lesson."

"In this case, I must perform well!"

Although Zhou Yuan lowered his head, he was secretly happy in his heart.

This is a great thing for him.

"The competition continues."

"Start the second round of drawing lots!"

The Pavilion Master of the Divine Weapon Pavilion retracted his gaze and announced loudly.

Although there are some hiccups.

But Zhang Yan still got his wish and participated in the competition.

In the second round of drawing lots, Zhang Yan actually drew an acquaintance.

"Senior brother."

"Strike gently."

Huang Yuner held the number corresponding to Zhang Yan and said with a wry smile.

She didn't even think about it.

I will be Zhang Yan's first opponent.

But despite her words, Huang Yuner was very serious.

She wanted to know how big the gap was between the ninth-turn Nascent Soul and the sixth-turn Nascent Soul.

The first few rounds of fighting.

Because there are too many people.

So take turns.

Soon it was the turn of Zhang Yan and Huang Yuner.

"How did Junior Brother Zhang meet Sister Yuner?"

On the viewing platform, Huang Lian couldn't laugh or cry when he saw the two of them falling into the same ring.

Still there though.

There are many opportunities in the competition. Even if Huang Yuner loses, he will not be eliminated.

…

In the arena.

Zhang Yan and Huang Yun'er took their seats at the same time.

"Junior sister Yoona."

Zhang Yan looked at the still pretty Huang Yun'er and exchanged greetings.

"Senior brother, don't show mercy."

"I want to see the true strength of senior brother now."

As soon as Huang Yuner fell into the ring, her eyes were burning with fighting spirit, as if she was a different person.

"Can."

Zhang Yan nodded.

As soon as he finished speaking, Huang Yun'er took the lead.

After breaking through the middle stage of Nascent Soul, she asked someone to create a fourth-level high-grade Lingluo.

After Lingluo is injected with mana, it can be hard or soft.

Like a spiritual snake, she is extremely dexterous and difficult to control. Coupled with her golden magic power, the end of the silk ribbon is as sharp as a magic sword, which can split mountains and open rocks.

call out!

Four silk ribbons broke through the air at the same time and came roaring.

Infused with the mana of the Sixth Transformation Nascent Soul.

Each one is enough to suppress an ordinary mid-stage Nascent Soul.

Lingluo is like silk, flowing with porcelain light, warm and moist, winding in the air.

Huang Yun'er was in the air, swaying, walking through the silk ribbons.

In an instant, Lingluo penetrated hundreds of meters and pointed directly at Zhang Yan's limbs.

Huang Yuner is not worried that Zhang Yan will be hurt.

Zhang Yan was only in the late stage of Jindan, and he was able to suppress Shi Xiao, who was in the middle stage of Nascent Soul.

It is impossible to break through the Nascent Soul.

Instead, his cultivation has regressed.

"Senior brother."

"You haven't drawn your sword yet?"

However, when Huang Yun'er saw Zhang Yan standing there, motionless, he still gave him a reminder.

"I don't need a sword."

Facing Huang Yuner's question, Zhang Yan shook his head and replied calmly.

"Senior brother, it's okay."

"It's so disrespectful."

When Huang Yuner heard this, his eyebrows suddenly stood up.

call out!

The sound of breaking through the air sounded again, and four more silk ribbons volleyed into the air between her sleeves.

Eight Lingluo is already her current limit.

Although she admired Zhang Yan, this was a duel, and she had to at least force Zhang Yan's sword out.

Eight silk ribbons flew across the sky, and the tyrannical power of the mid-stage Nascent Soul filled the air.

"Senior Sister Huang is too cruel."

"I only used two silk ribbons just now."

"To deal with Senior Brother, he actually used eight of them at the same time. This is using all his strength!"

The disciples around looked at this and exclaimed.

Facing Huang Yuner's Bagen Lingluo.

Zhang Yan still didn't take out his sword.

For him now, there is no need for monks of the same level to draw swords.

What's more, it's Huang Yuner.

Zhang Yan stood there, as if frozen.

It wasn't until Lingluo was less than ten meters away from him that he finally moved.

But moving.

Only one finger.

Zhang Yan raised his right hand and tapped his index finger lightly.

The surging and bright magic power in the dantian, if it breaks out, it will be earth-shattering!

Thunder's true meaning emerged.

The power of thunder in the void was drawn.

Stab!

Countless scattered thunder lights condensed into a thunder tree, rising in the wind!

It grew to 100 meters in an instant!

The indestructible Ling Luo instantly turned into a boneless snake under the thunder and fell onto the ring.

And the thunder is still spreading!

"Thunder's true meaning!"

Huang Yun'er's pretty face turned pale, and she wished she could abandon Ling Luo.

When this lightning strikes, she will be severely injured!

But fortunately, the opponent is Zhang Yan.

Stab!

Lei Mang reached one meter in front of Huang Yuner and disappeared in an instant, as if he had never appeared.

Zhang Yan stood still and didn't move even an inch.

Huang Yun'er's face turned pale and she fell back a hundred meters, still feeling frightened.

"I lost."

Huang Yuner opened her mouth to admit defeat, her breathing was a little rapid, and she was obviously very uneasy. (End of chapter)