In the following days, Lin Xuan went to the mountain to practice swords during the day, and practiced the Eternal Life Art at night. Occasionally, he went to the Mission Hall to repair the long sword and earn some contribution points.
Such days pass by quickly, and in a blink of an eye, half a month has passed.
The atmosphere of the outer sect is also changing quietly. Many disciples have returned from Taihang Mountain to prepare for the next inner sect selection. Only by entering the inner sect can they be considered true disciples of Xuantian Sect. Inside, they can not only learn advanced martial arts
, with the guidance of senior monks, and various rich cultivation resources, all the outer disciples wished they could slash their heads and squeeze them inside.
At the same time, a new ranking of external sects has also been released. Many external sect disciples have been discussing this matter these days and checking their rankings.
This outer sect ranking is only in the top 500. It is based on the disciple's cultivation and daily performance, roughly estimates the combat effectiveness and then sends out the list.
No one knows who the maker is. Someone once refused to accept the ranking because of the low ranking and challenged the high rankings, and ended up losing. Except for hundreds of such things, the final result was the same as the one on the rankings.
Only then did the outer disciples accept this list and use it as an important means to understand the strength of other people.
On the No. 3 martial arts performance field, He Shaobing looked at the exquisite booklet in his hand, and a hint of anger appeared on his face. This booklet is the ranking list of the outer doors. It was made very exquisitely, but it did not arouse He Shaobing's interest at all.
"Hmph!" He put the booklet together and then wrote it hard in his hand. Soon, the list became a ball of powder.
"I'm so bullying! I dare to lower my ranking!" He Shaobing's eyes were filled with anger. Originally, he was the 100th place in the ranking list and was a top disciple, but who would have thought that this time the ranking actually ranked him 101st.
Although it is only one missing, the meaning contained in it is very different. Among the tens of thousands of outer disciples, the top 100 are top disciples and geniuses in the first echelon will be affected after entering the inner sect.
Special attention. Now that he has become 101st, he has become a disciple of the second echelon, and his identity is completely different.
The one who replaced him as 100th place was a new outer disciple named Lin Xuan.
"Why can a young disciple who has just joined the outer sect be ranked 100th? I am not convinced!" He Shaobing tightly grasped the long sword in his hand.
"Shao Soldier, calm down." A slightly fat disciple next to him said, "I have also heard of Lin Xuan. I have had a big fight with the Shenwei Group recently. It is said that I have lost many disciples of the Shenwei Group in a row, and I believe I have some strength.
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"So what? Do you think I will lose?" He Shaobing said angrily.
The Xuantian Sect has a large outer sect and many disciples. Not everyone knows Lin Xuan. And so many things happen every day, and they have long forgotten the reputation of a little disciple.
"It's not that you're afraid that you will lose, but there's no need to do this. Wouldn't it be enough to defeat him upright at the inner-secting conference?"
He Shaobing didn't say anything, but a cold light flashed from time to time in his eyes.
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No. 7 martial arts venue, northwest corner.
Lin Xuan was holding the Red Flame Sword and was practicing meticulously. This was his new sword technique, Gushan Sword Technique, which belongs to the Huang-level intermediate martial arts.
This sword technique is different from the sword technique Lin Xuan learned in the past. It is not known for its speed, but is the kind of powerful force. It is very slow and each sword has enough power.
Huo! Huo!
Lin Xuan waved the moves with a big opening and closing, which made him feel very touching. He had been studying fast swords before, but now he practiced slow swords, which gave him new insights.
This Gufeng sword technique is stable, accurate and ruthless. Although it is slow, as long as you master the timing well, you can definitely kill yourself in one blow. Through today's slow sword practice, Lin Xuan's grasp of the timing in the battle is better than before
many.
The fast sword is to seize the initiative and pay attention to taking the lead in controlling the enemy, while the slow sword is to seize the mistakes made by the opponent or create mistakes. Combining fast and slow, Lin Xuan's sword technique has surpassed the past.
Just as Lin Xuan was immersed in the swordsmanship, a young man walked towards him.
He is thin, big eyes, and cold eyes.
"You are Lin Xuan?" The boy said in a bad tone.
"That's right." Lin Xuan stood with his sword and asked, "What's the matter?"
"Defeat you and take back my due ranking!" The young man was He Shaobing.
Lin Xuan was a little confused: "What ranking?"
"Pretty less garlic, you just need to tell me whether to accept the challenge!" He Shaobing shouted.
He Shaobing's shout made the disciples who practice martial arts around him look back. At this moment, a slightly fat boy ran away from a distance. He grabbed He Shaobing's hand and said, "Shaobing, let's go!"
"Xiao Wei, don't worry about me. I must defeat him today!" He Shaobing said loudly, "The weak are not worthy of having that place!"
"What's going on?" someone nearby asked.
"You don't know? The 100th place in He Shaobing was squeezed out by that kid!" Someone secretly pointed at Lin Xuan.
"No wonder I got angry and was climbed onto my head by a guy who had just entered the outer door. If it were me, I would be anxious!"
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Lin Xuan pricked his ears and understood a little.
"Since you want to fight, come on!" Lin Xuan happened to want to verify Gushan's sword technique.
"Hmph!" He Shaobing gritted his teeth and said, "You'd better use all your strength, otherwise you will lose miserably!"
He flipped his palm, took out the array plate, and used both hands to exert spiritual power. The green flag rose in the wind and inserted it into the ground with a clang, forming a small ring.
Battle of the Formation Flag!
Lin Xuan is not unfamiliar with him. He had played such a game with the disciples of the Shenwei Group. At that moment, he drew up the Red Flame Sword and walked into the formation flag with a lazy smile.
He Shaobing snorted coldly, moved his body and collapsed.
The disciples around them stopped what they were doing and surrounded them. The disciple named Xiao Wei was waiting for a pair of big eyes and staring nervously.
"Come on!" Lin Xuan put the Red Flame Sword across his chest and stood intently.
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A cold light suddenly rose and made a rapid sound.
He Shaobing shook his body and rushed forward quickly. The long sword on his waist was even more cold. In the blink of an eye, he had already arrived beside Lin Xuan, his wrist trembled, and the long sword rushed towards him like a poisonous snake.
The speed is so fast that it makes people look at it!
"Quick Sword Flow..." Lin Xuan raised his eyebrows, moved his feet slightly, adjusting his figure, and at the same time, he gently sent out the big sword in his hand, cutting off He Shaobing's sword move.
Ding Ding Ding!
He Shaobing's long sword hit the sword body of the Red Flame Sword, making a crisp sound. He failed to hit, and then raised his sword and spitted cold light on the tip of the sword, attacking Lin Xuan's head.
Lin Xuan's arm was stretched and the Red Flame Sword swept out. The heavy power forced He Shaobing to interrupt the sword move and retreat to save his life. When he retreated, he immediately revealed his flaws, and Lin Xuan's sword was shocked.
Chapter completed!