"Magic weapon?" The spectators couldn't believe their eyes. The sword shadow released by Sun Haijing's hand, the light it emitted, and the momentum it carried was clearly a magic weapon, Flying Sword! He was just a disciple in the Qi Refinement Stage. Where did he get the Flying Sword? How could he use it?
A series of questions immediately appeared in everyone's mind. Yang Chen looked at this scene, and his brows deeply wrinkled. It looked like. Sun Haijing's situation was very similar to a tyrannical speed training method that he knew of. This kind of training method could be found in the Sutras Pavilion of the Nine Earth Mountain Villa. However, the price of practicing this kind of training method was too high. Almost no one would choose this kind of training method.
Almost no one didn't mean no one. Sun Haijing was like this. In just a few months, his cultivation had advanced by leaps and bounds. He had even surpassed the peak of the Qi Refinement Stage and was close to the early stage of the Foundation Establishment Stage. Even the Flying Sword in his hand was obtained a few days ago when he ambushed and killed a Loose Cultivator who had just reached the early stage of the Foundation Establishment Stage.
Not everyone was like Yang Chen and read all the jade slips in the Sutras Pavilion. Almost 90% of the people didn't know what happened to Sun Haijing's abnormal situation. They only knew that Sun Haijing, a disciple in the fourth level of the Qi Refinement Stage, suddenly had the strength of the Foundation Establishment Stage. How could they not be surprised?
Chunyang Palace had already produced two genius disciples in the Stairway Gathering this year. Could it be that another one had quietly appeared? Was Chunyang Palace really bursting with popularity and gathering geniuses this year?
The crowd's surprised and doubtful voices made Sun Haijing feel unusually satisfied. Everyone's disbelief and disbelief made Sun Haijing feel like he was bathing in the spring breeze. He felt like he was floating. After being humiliated by Yang Chen in front of so many disciples, the feeling of being disgraced was swept away. A huge sense of satisfaction filled Sun Haijing's body. Even the Imperial Censor's Flying Sword was a little more agile.
Zhou Zihe, who was opposite Sun Haijing, had a serious expression on his face. Even though his opponent had already revealed his Flying Sword, as a disciple at the peak of the Foundation Establishment realm, he still had a fighting chance. The expression on Sun Haijing's face was too uncomfortable. Even though Zhou Zihe knew that his chances of winning were not high, he would not give up immediately.
Faced with the magic weapon, the Flying Sword, Zhou Zihe took out his trump card, a talisman. It was also a sword, but its level was much lower. It was just a Talisman Sword. Even so, it still gave off a soul-stirring power. The sword, which had been refined for a long time, suddenly gave off a chilling sword Qi. Zhou Zihe had erupted with a powerful aura that refused to admit defeat due to Sun Haijing's sudden challenge. For a moment, it was on par with Sun Haijing's Flying Sword.
"You won't cry until you see the coffin!" Sun Haijing sneered and took the initiative to attack. In his opinion, since he had revealed his magic weapon, the Flying Sword, his opponent should immediately admit defeat, bow down, and hand over the victory. Why would there be a need for a fight? Wouldn't this greatly reduce his sense of pride in winning?
Facing Zhou Zihe, who was ignorant of the current situation, Sun Haijing's first move was to kill. The Flying Sword went straight and stabbed at the center. Zhou Zihe did not want to lose his reputation as a disciple at the peak of the Qi Refining realm. He did not dodge, but controlled the Talisman Sword to meet the attack.
Clang. An unusually clear and melodious sound was heard. The crowd seemed to hear an indescribable sound. The two lights flew to both sides and returned to their respective owners' hands.
After Zhou Zihe blocked the attack, he found that there seemed to be a little problem with the Talisman Sword in his hand. He looked down and saw a gap the size of a grain of rice on the blade. He had lost in the sword fight just now.
After one move, the Palace Master of Chunyang Palace could not help but sigh. Although Sun Haijing's strength had improved, it was because he had practiced that kind of overbearing skill. Genius? Not qualified at all! He had thought that there would be an unexpected surprise, but now it seemed that it was just wishful thinking.
The Palace Master shook his head and then glared at Chu Heng, the training tutor. How could a disciple in the Qi Refining realm practice this kind of skill? Chu Heng, the training tutor, was very unqualified. This glare almost scared Chu Heng out of his wits. Cold sweat trickled down his forehead. He lowered his head and did not even dare to breathe loudly. He almost knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.
Fortunately, the Palace Master only glared at him and did not say anything. He just closed his eyes again and continued to observe the situation in front of him with his Divine Sense.
After all, Sun Haijing's strength had recently improved and he had just obtained the Flying Sword. Although he looked impressive on the surface, his sword-riding skills were really inferior. Compared with Zhou Zihe, who had been immersed in it for a long time, he was not a level lower. However, Sun Haijing had no other skills. He could only rely on the fact that the Flying Sword in his hand was made of better materials than Zhou Zihe's Talisman Sword. Every time, he would attack the enemy's vital points and perish together, forcing Zhou Zihe to compete with him in terms of swords.
After a few times, the Talisman Sword in Zhou Zihe's hand was already badly damaged. If he continued to fight, the Talisman Sword would be destroyed. After hesitating again and again, Zhou Zihe finally gave up. He was about to build his foundation and this Talisman Sword had been with him for many years. After building his foundation, he would be able to turn it into a magic weapon, the Flying Sword. Now that it was destroyed, it was really not worth it. He found an opportunity to jump out of the ring and cupped his hands at Sun Haijing. "Junior Brother Sun's Flying Sword is amazing. I admit defeat!" With that, he turned around and left without looking back.
Sun Haijing had won a round. Hearing the waves of envious exclamations coming from below the ring, he was unusually satisfied. After feeling smug for a long time, he finally turned to Yang Chen and called out, "Junior Brother Yang, you won't be a coward in my life or death challenge, right? Junior Brother Yang, do you dare to accept the challenge? "Once these words were spoken, another wave of exclamations immediately rang out.
According to the rules of the sect's internal competition, in a life or death challenge, those with lower cultivation levels did not have to accept the challenge. If Yang Chen did not accept the challenge, Sun Haijing would not have the opportunity to cause trouble for Yang Chen. His question was obviously to force Yang Chen to accept the challenge.
However, Yang Chen laughed and stepped into the martial arts arena. His actions also attracted a wave of astonished gazes. Sun Haijing had clearly demonstrated the strength of an early stage Foundation Building cultivator. How could Yang Chen, a disciple of the third layer of Qi Training, be so unwise as to go up and die?
Standing in front of Sun Haijing, Yang Chen looked at Sun Haijing, whose eyes were already shining with a complacent light. He suddenly asked, "Senior Brother Sun, when you found this technique, did you look at the explanatory jade slip on the side? Do you know that if you practice this technique, you definitely won't live more than half a year? "
As soon as Yang Chen said this, Sun Haijing's expression immediately changed.
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