Asura War Supreme

Half a month later, one morning.

Lin Jingyu is in the bedroom, impacting the spirit of six!

After half a cup of tea and several baptisms of purple foam spirit liquid, Lin Jingyu finally upgraded his cultivation from five to six.

It can be said that this is his biggest harvest this month. With the baptism of purple foam liquid on his body, Lin Jingyu had a chance to impact his spirit six times a few days ago. However, Lin Jingyu was not in a hurry. His cultivation focused on a natural success. Even if he was in a hurry to break through, he could not better develop the potential of the warrior.

Lin Jingyu has been waiting for the time to mature, until this morning, Lin Jingyu suddenly had a strong feeling that there is a great power in his body, which is breeding from his own Dantian. Lin Jingyu knows that the best time to break through has come, so he spent a whole morning, and finally he broke through to the sixth level of his spirit!

Dong Dong!

As soon as Lin Jingyu had finished his breakthrough in cultivation, the sound of the door being buckled came.

Lin Jingyu breathed and stood up.

Open the door of the East chamber, the light brilliance of the morning poured on the young man's handsome face, suddenly appeared extremely brilliant.

Taking a deep breath of the fresh air in the outside world, Lin Jingyu suddenly felt refreshed.

"Elder martial brother Lin!"

A soft voice came, and Lin Jingyu fixed his eyes.

It was Luo Yuanyuan who knocked at the door, but the latter was a little strange. Lin Jingyu, why did she wear white today?

But she remembers that Lin Jingyu always wears blue clothes on weekdays?

What she didn't know was that Lin Jingyu had an unwritten habit in his previous life, that is, he liked to wear blue clothes on one day, but he liked to wear white clothes on two days. Today is an even day, so he wore white clothes.

This habit, even if he was reincarnated and reborn, was still preserved.

"Let's go!"

The girl in the black skirt smiles and nods. Lin Jingyu and the girl walk towards the foot of the ninth peak.

At the moment, Ningxiang is still sleeping. Lin Jingyu doesn't have the heart to disturb her. Moreover, today is the day when zongmen hold a hunting competition. It's extremely dangerous to enter the Moyun mountain range, so Lin and Jingyu have no plan to take her with them.

According to elder martial sister Tang Lu's reminder, before the hunting competition, all the disciples should gather at the foot of the ninth peak and listen to the elders.

On the way, they didn't have many topics to talk about, but Luo Yuanyuan intentionally or unintentionally wanted to find some topics to chat with Lin Jingyu. However, they were perfunctorily passed by the latter in a word or two. After all, they were not too familiar.

It was in this slightly awkward atmosphere that they continued to move forward slowly. Soon, they also came to the foot of the ninth peak.

However, from a distance, the square is a vast area of people. It's time for many disciples to come from other mountains. They are either alone or in groups of three or two, talking about the three-day hunting competition of the sect's disciples today and tomorrow.

"It's really lively!" Luo Yuanyuan sighed sincerely.

Huh?

Lin Jingyu suddenly frowned and turned his eyes, just to the two poisonous eyes.

Zhao Ziyang!

Feeling the cold killing intention projected by the other side, Lin Jingyu also slightly curled his mouth, and didn't pay much attention to it.

In the past, his cultivation had only five levels of spirit, and he could defeat Zhao Ziyang. Now, his cultivation has broken through to six levels of spirit. In his own eyes, the other side is naturally more afraid.

"Younger martial brother Lin!"

A beautiful female voice came from Lin Jingyu's side, but a tall and pretty woman in a plain dress and white dress was walking slowly towards Lin Jingyu.

"Elder martial sister Tang."

Lin Jingyu said hello to the visitor with a smile, then said with a light smile: "elder martial sister Tang, you are really beautiful today, and this white dress with broken flowers is also very in line with your temperament!"

"Yes? Younger martial brother, are you making fun of me? "

Tang Lu said with a smile.

Lin Jingyu's face is not red, heart does not jump to say: "I say of course is true, elder martial sister's beauty, but even higher than before."

"Cluck, that's thanks to younger martial brother, your magic pills!"

Tang Lu blinked her beautiful big eyes. It seems that Lin Jingyu's pills are more effective than the pills on the market for beauty. Just one pill can make the skin peel off, just like fresh tofu.

"Eh, younger martial brother, this is..."

Tang Lu's eyes suddenly fell on the pretty black dress girl beside Lin Jingyu. After looking at her for a moment, she began to smile. It seems that there is no shortage of women around her younger martial brother!

"Hello, elder martial sister Tang. My name is Luo Yuanyuan. I'm a disciple of the ninth peak."

For Tang Lu's strange look, the girl in black skirt is also pretty and blushes slightly. However, no matter whether the other party is intentional or unintentional, Luo Yuanyuan's heart secretly passes a trace of happiness.

"It's sister Luo."

Tang Lu also nodded in good faith, and then said, "this time, another elder martial brother and I will be the leader of your ninth peak disciples. Our main task is to protect you from being attacked by the second-order astral beasts."

After all, the second level Xingyuan beast is too dangerous. Only the monks of Lingwu level can fight against it. Most of the people who participated in the hunting competition were intermediate or low-level disciples, so it was difficult to fight against it.

As a result, zongmen sent some senior disciples as leaders, which can reduce the possibility of some inexperienced disciples being attacked.

After a cup of tea, a large number of disciples in zongmen martial arts clothes came to the square at the foot of the ninth peak.

From afar, on the square, there are more than a thousand figures.

"This guy, why are you so slow?"

Seeing that the time required by the clan is coming, Tang Lu's eyes are also passing through many figures and looking towards the outside of the square. However, after searching for a long time, she doesn't see the guy in her mind. Then, the gentle elder martial sister Tang Lu is so worried that she stomps her hands and feet.

"Elder martial sister, are you talking about the elder martial brother who is one of our leaders?"

Lin Jingyu asked.

Tang Lu nodded with a bitter smile. Just as she was about to speak, there was a sudden commotion around the crowd, and all the disciples' eyes became extremely respectful.

I saw a black shadow in the air.

"The Third Elder!"

"The Third Elder!"

……

When the shadow fell to the ground, on the square, countless disciples of wuxuanzong bowed to salute with solemn eyes.

That "black shadow" is no one else. It's su Xingtian, the third elder of the sect!

Brush! Brush! Brush! Brush!

……

Then, there were twelve figures flying down.

These twelve figures are the sub peak owners and peak owners of the six peaks from the fourth peak to the ninth peak.

"The zongmen hunting competition lasts for three days. During the competition, all the Xingyuan beasts you catch or hunt can be converted into equivalent points after the competition."

Su Xingtian, the third elder of the Supreme Court, looked solemnly and naturally. He glanced at the thousands of disciples below with wisdom and said:

"Each mountain is a representative team, each team is 200 people, each team is divided into four groups. After the competition, the points of Xingyuan beast and the match are added up, the group with the highest points wins, and the winning team can also get a million points in addition."

million!?

Listening to this rather shocking figure, everyone's eyes suddenly became extremely hot.

However, Lin Jingyu turned his lips, but he didn't think much of it. One million is a lot, but he can't stand more wolves and less meat!

The number of disciples of each peak is up to 200. One peak is divided into four groups, and that group is 50. If a group wins, a million points will be shared equally, and each person will get 20000 points at most. Maybe, this is quite a lot for others, but it is not enough for Lin Jingyu.

Soon, nine straight lines formed on the square at the foot of the ninth peak.

In front of each line stood two senior disciples.

There is only one senior disciple in front of the ninth peak team.

"This guy, why don't you come?"

Tang Lu cursed in her heart.

Lin Jingyu is also curious about this masked "elder martial brother". After all, he is the only disciple who dares to be present after the elder!

Whew!

At this time, a buzzing sound of the sword came from the distance. This sudden change also attracted the eyes of many people in the crowd.

People's eyes looked at the sky far away from the square and saw a young man wearing black robes standing on an ancient evergreen sword. He was rushing to the square at the foot of the ninth peak mountain.

"Royal sword?"

When seeing this scene, Lin Jingyu also frowned.

At the same time, countless people's eyes are also surprised.

"I haven't seen you for half a month. I didn't expect that the regaining imperial sword technique has reached a state of perfection!"

"Yes, two months later, zongmen Dabi will have another strong enemy!"

When the green robed man appeared in the public's sight, many senior disciples of the sect immediately sighed, and their eyes all showed a complex look.

"Sorry, sorry! Everybody, I'm late! "

The green robed man immediately jumped from the ancient sword and tilted the sword on his back. Then he turned to many disciples on the scene and held his fist with an apologetic face. A bronze Nirvana? Lin Jingyu's eyes fell on the ancient evergreen sword again. When he looked closer, he realized the strangeness of the sword“ It's too slow for you to wake up. How long do you have to wait for you in person? " As soon as the green robed youth with the ancient sword appears, Tang Lu comes slowly, even if he looks at the other side.