The rebirth of the ancient sword fairy in Gaowu City

Chapter 109 The Freshman Selection Competition Begins

Why is Sanye so surprised.

It's because only in the spiritual realm can there be foundation-building monks.

In the secular world outside, it is impossible for monks in the foundation period to appear.

It is because the aura of the secular world outside is not enough to support becoming a monk in the foundation period.

It is said that people in the spiritual realm did not live in the world for generations, because there is no spiritual energy in the secular world outside.

When a monk comes to a world without spiritual energy, his spiritual power will not be replenished, and he will only be slightly stronger than ordinary people, and his cultivation will gradually disappear.

Although there was aura 11 years ago, it was still very thin, not enough to support becoming a monk in the foundation period.

"Could it be that the foundation has just been successfully built in the aura tide not long ago?"

But it's not right, how can it be so fast?
There must be a heaven-defying chance or treasure in this person!
He never imagined that Song Qiuchen was the rebirth of the Sword Emperor, and that he was assisted by the God Demon Body Refining Art before, so he could practice without spiritual energy.

"Fellow Daoist, it's all a misunderstanding."

"Let's stop here, how about turning an enemy into a friend?"

Immortal Sanye rolled his eyes and shouted.

On the other side, Miao Xingguang was extremely miserable and horrified.

After investigation, he concluded that Song Qiuchen's cultivation should be a ninth-rank master of the gods.

At most it is the middle of the ninth rank.

So he thought that he was also a ninth rank, and if he called Sanye Zhenren, he should win the opponent.

Unexpectedly, he was even slightly better than the real Sanye, cutting off his left arm with one blow!

Daoist Sanye is equivalent to the Immortal Master of Xiantian Wuzong.

This time, he didn't care about his son's hatred and his own broken arm. In a flash, he was already a thousand meters away, and then disappeared in a few flashes.

Song Qiuchen didn't even look at him.

Where the heart moves.

The Chiyu Feijian shot out like lightning, and a red rainbow flashed in the night sky.

In the distance, there was a mournful howl.

Miao Xingguang's back heart was directly pierced by the Chiyu sword, and his body fell like a kite with a broken string.

Song Qiuchen made a move with one hand.

The red feather sword flew back, fell into his palm and disappeared.

All these processes fell into the eyes of Sanye Zhenren who was a hundred meters away.

He didn't move, didn't react.

Gein, a cold murderous intent locked on him firmly. Although he hid behind the blue round shield, he didn't dare to act rashly.

"Friend Daoist, all this is a misunderstanding."

"We cultivators don't have to fight for a few secular people."

"Why don't we let it go and talk about it?"

Hiding behind the green round shield, Sanye Zhenren said earnestly.

His voice fell.

The intent to lock him down seems to be starting to relax.

"It's now!" Master Sanye's expression turned ferocious.

With a pinch with one hand, a dense row of black poisonous nails suddenly appeared in the air, and they shot towards Song Qiuchen who was [-] meters away.

At the same time, three sharp leaf-shaped artifacts spun around, stabbing at Song Qiuchen from three directions in the air!
"You are not dead yet!"

Sanye Zhenren yelled in his heart.

But to be on the safe side, he still kept the blue round shield in front of him.

However, bang bang bang, a burst of explosion sounded like a storm.

Immortal Sanye just revealed his consciousness.

Suddenly, there was a bang.

His whole body, including his shield, was directly blasted away by a terrifying punch.

He spat out a mouthful of blood in mid-air.

He saw Song Qiuchen condescending, looking at him mockingly, his body was intact, not even his clothes were torn.

"how is this possible!"

Immortal Sanye just yelled loudly.

Boom!The other party punched me again!
Even though he was protected by a blue round shield, he was still thrown into the air again.

The power of the punch penetrated through the round shield layer by layer, and he spurted blood wildly.

"Mountain Sea Wave Fist!"

The waves are like anger, and the peaks are like gatherings!
Waves of fists, mountains and seas of fists came non-stop, and the real Sanye couldn't gather mana to fight back at all.

"Fight you!"

His face became serious, and at the same time he was spurted out a mouthful of blood again, a blue flying knife burst out from his mouth.

In mid-air, it suddenly swelled up against the wind and became a long blue knife with a length of more than ten feet.

Slashed at Song Qiuchen viciously.

This is in the midst of death, the real Sanye burns his origin and uses his natal magic weapon!
This knife condensed his essence and blood, and there was a faint sound of wind and thunder, as if time and space had stagnated!
However... Boom!

I saw a phantom of the ancient demon god suddenly appearing in midair, and smashed the blue long knife flying with one punch.

Immediately afterwards, a fist like a giant mountain surged forward, crushing the real Sanye's body directly.

Then Song Qiuchen rolled up the cyan round shield, the cyan long knife, and Sanye Zhenren's space ring with one hand, and disappeared in a flash.

Qin He watched the world in the courtyard.

Song Qiuchen informed Wang Liangcai of what happened just now, and asked them to deal with the aftermath and deal with the traces.

"Excellent, General Counsel."

"After Miao Xingguang died."

"The Qianren Sect will fall apart, and it will be much easier for us to integrate."

"But people in this spiritual realm, you still have to be careful..."

After putting down the phone.

Song Qiuchen picked up Sanye Zhenren's interspatial ring and erased the opponent's consciousness.

As soon as the divine sense enters, take a look.

"This foundation building period is too poor."

He frowned, although this space ring was much bigger than Miao Kang's.

Reached nearly [-] cubic meters.

But there are only more than 200 low-grade spirit stones inside.

There are also more than [-] spirit grasses and medicines, as well as some spirit mines and so on.

The most valuable thing in Sanye's hand was the blue round shield, which actually blocked the combo of Song Qiuchen's red feather sword and heavy punches.

Of course, his talisman, the cyan flying knife, is not bad either.

"This old boy still has his belongings left in the spirit domain and hasn't been brought out."

"Or people in the spiritual realm, even foundation-builder cultivators, are poor?"

Song Qiuchen looked at a cocoon-like thing suspended in mid-air.

This is the soul of the imprisoned Sanye Zhenren.

Even though he was still in the foundation building stage, he couldn't soul search the other party, but Song Qiuchen had the means to torture him to find out what he wanted to know.

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"Today is Donghai Wuda, the opening ceremony of the freshman selection competition."

"It is also our school's virtual training area, the first trial run."

"Students are welcome to come and observe."

Tunghai University, the newly opened virtual training area venue is like a stadium, enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people, and the center of the venue.

There was a long table and a row of chairs.

An elegant middle-aged man in robes is speaking in front of a microphone.

It was the president of Tunghai University, Feng Haoyu.

On the left is the vice principal Wu Yun, and the teaching director Gu Xinghe. These three are eighth-rank great masters.

And a row of school leaders are all masters.

The class teachers of each freshman class, as well as the tutors of each course, sat in the stands.

Behind them, there are densely packed freshmen who came to participate or did not sign up.

Many sophomores and juniors also came.

There are about 3000 people.

Although this year's freshmen recruited more than 2000 people.

However, some people were injured in the previous trial, a small number of people even died in battle, and many did not sign up.

This time, only about 500 people participated in the freshman selection competition.

(End of this chapter)