Fighter of the Destiny

The dust-washing building opened, and Liang Banhu and Qi Jian came out. The Li Gong priest announced that Qi Jian was the winner, which caused an uproar in the venue. However, they themselves did not react at all. They whispered something, as if they didn't care about the stains on their clothes. There were tears and blood stains everywhere, and there were still remnants of the Holy Light treatment between his clothes.

They walked down the stone steps towards the stream, continuing to talk in low voices all the way.

Some candidates got closer and heard that the pair of senior brothers were actually discussing the previous battle with each other. You used this move wrong, and you used that move too slowly...

In recent years, the Seven Laws of the Kingdom of God have been the idols or goals of many young generation practitioners. The battle stories of these seven Lishan Sword Sect disciples have been circulated in the world and are a topic that many people talk about. For example, when Qijian lost to Zhuang Huan, Yu Yizhao's sword test was a rare failure in the Seven Laws of the Kingdom of God, and it has been studied and commented over and over again.

But few people have seen the battle between their senior brothers.

Until today, people don’t know why the younger generation of Lishan Sword Sect is so powerful and why the light of the Seven Laws of the Kingdom of God is so dazzling.

Fighting with fellow sects, they spared no effort, but did not bear any grudge, because in their eyes, these were just ordinary things.

Doing this ordinary thing every day is extraordinary. How can you not be strong when you are away from the mountain?

Tang Sanliu looked at the four Lishan Sword Sect disciples by the stream and said with some disappointment: "It turns out that it is natural for me to lose to Liang Banhu. Qijian is also far better than me."

Losing and being strong here does not refer to realm strength, but something else.

Chen Changsheng said: "We can learn from them."

Tang Sanliu glanced at him and said, "How to learn? Haven't you noticed that Liang Banhu was very happy when he lost, and he was really happy."

"Um?"

"In the Great Examination, they can use their swords as much as they want without worrying about being disabled or dying. This makes them very happy."

"so?"

"I'm not this kind of monster, I can't learn, I give up."

From entering the Imperial Palace in the early morning to entering the academy in Aoba's world, from Shobunden to the Washing Tower, there were not many Imperial Palace priests who appeared in front of the candidates, but in fact, the entire Imperial Palace, or more accurately, the entire national education system They are all serving the imperial examination, and there are many priests who are invisible to the candidates doing various jobs. It is very difficult to die during the imperial examination.

When he walked into the Washing Building again, Chen Changsheng looked upstairs specifically and saw no one. Then he saw his opponent.

In the third round of the battle, his opponent was a little girl. It was the young junior sister of Saintess Peak, Ye Xiaolian, who had ridiculed and humiliated him on the Shinto side and was eventually scolded by Tang Sanshiliu.

Saintess' Peak, like the Changsheng Sect, are two major sects in the Southern State Religion system, with many sects under their jurisdiction. Ye Xiaolian comes from Cijian Temple. In the information provided by the Sectary Office for the State Religion College, it is clearly stated that, This little girl has good cultivation qualifications. When she reaches the age, she may directly enter Nanxi Zhai. Of course, she can only enter the outer door to practice.

No matter how good her training qualifications are, Ye Xiaolian is too young. As one of the youngest contestants in the Great Examination, her state is very unstable. Logically speaking, it is difficult to enter the third round of the competition, but her Her fortune was very good, and she won the first round very smoothly. In the second round, her opponent was a private student who could only take the imperial examination after passing the preparatory examination. Her level was similar to that of her opponent, but her true energy was not as deep as her opponent's. In the end, she relied on She was lucky enough to win this match by pushing the Shanmen Magical Artifact with her. After leaving the Washing Building, she threw herself into the arms of her senior sister and cried. She couldn't hold back her surprise.

In the third round of the lottery, she heard Chen Changsheng's name, and she knew that her good luck was finally over.

Ye Xiaolian looked at Chen Changsheng, his young face was full of nervousness and was slightly pale.

That day on the Shinto, she had scolded Chen Changsheng as a toad who wanted to eat phoenix meat. She had always thought that Chen Changsheng was a useless waste. However, who would have thought that Chen Changsheng had connected through two rounds, and was updated in the last round. It was Huo Guang who defeated Huaiyuan. Unlike the situation where she had excellent luck, she relied on her own strength of course.

Ye Xiaolian knew that she was no match for Chen Changsheng, and thinking about having offended this person before, she felt even more nervous.

At this moment, the examiner's voice came from the second floor: "If you are ready, let's start."

Chen Changsheng looked at Ye Xiaolian and nodded.

After being glanced at by him, Ye Xiaolian became uncontrollably frightened, her eyes were reddish and her clothes were trembling slightly.

Chen Changsheng was slightly startled, wondering what was going on?

Ye Xiaolian was really scared, her body kept trembling, and the string of bells on her wrist also trembled, making a crisp impact sound.

The crisp sound of the bell made her sober up. She mustered up the courage to throw the bell on her wrist at Chen Changsheng.

There was a distance of more than ten feet between her and Chen Changsheng, but the string of bells suddenly appeared in front of Chen Changsheng.

This string of bells is the Sanmen bell of Cijian Temple. It is completely incomparable with the legendary magic weapon such as Qianli Niu, but it is also extremely powerful, even more powerful than the one from Tiandao Temple that Luo Luo encountered in the first round of battle. The umbrella cannot be too weak, otherwise she would not be able to directly defeat her opponent with this magical weapon in the second round.

I don’t know what kind of metal this string of bells is made of. There is a faint hint of sharp sword intent in the string, and there is a certain aura hidden in the crisp sound that can interfere with the movement of the practitioner’s true energy. It’s just Ye Xiaolian’s luck. It seemed that it was really used up in the first few rounds. The weakest thing about her opponent Chen Changsheng at this time was the amount of real energy, and he least needed the real energy to fight.

He turned his right hand into a fist and punched forward, then spread his fingers in the air, blooming like a flower, and grabbed the string of Sanskrit bells with extreme accuracy.

The Sanskrit Bell kept trembling in his palm, looking like it was struggling, transmitting huge power to the surroundings. At the same time, the breath that interfered with the movement of the true energy became more and more fierce.

The movement of the true energy in Chen Changsheng's body has indeed been greatly affected. The problem is that even if the Sanskrit Bell does nothing, it will be difficult for his true energy to circulate smoothly, and his meridians are already broken.

He held the string of Sanskrit bells tightly in his hand without using any real energy, just relying on his body strength.

when! when! when!

The Sanskrit bell trembled violently and struggled, trying to escape from his grasp, but it still couldn't.

After a few breaths, the Sanskrit Bell finally calmed down and stopped in his palm.

Ye Xiaolian looked at this scene and completely forgot that he was fighting. He covered his mouth with his hands and was extremely surprised.

The Sanskrit Bells were given to her by the master of Cijian Temple. She knew very well how powerful the Sanskrit Bells were when they danced. It was difficult to control them. She had thought that Chen Changsheng could use many methods to easily control the Sanskrit Bells. The bell lost its effectiveness, but he never expected that Chen Changsheng would directly hold the Sanskrit Bell with his palm.

The crisp ringtone disappeared, and the washroom became quiet.

Ye Xiaolian was shocked and speechless, with no next move at all.

Chen Changsheng did not take any further action. He held the string of bells and looked towards the second floor.

The room on the second floor was still quiet. I don't know whether it was because of Chen Changsheng's inhuman power or for some other reason, but no one spoke.

Mo Yu said with an indifferent expression: "Do you really think he would humiliate a little girl? He is not Tang Tang."

This sentence revealed some hidden intentions and made a conclusion.

A priest who left the palace appeared at the railing on the second floor, looked at Ye Xiaolian and asked, "Admit defeat?"

Ye Xiaolian nodded, his eyes slightly red.

Chen Changsheng placed the Sanskrit Bell on the yellow sand at his feet, turned around and walked outside the Washing Building.

He did not say anything bad to the little girl who had humiliated him, nor did he pay any attention to her.

Ye Xiaolian stared at his footsteps, suddenly feeling a little helpless.

She had been prepared to be defeated and humiliated by Chen Changsheng before, but she didn't expect that he didn't do this.

After leaving the Xichen Building, Chen Changsheng walked back to the forest.

Ye Xiaolian walked back to her senior sister, raised her sleeves and wiped her tears.

"Do you pity the fragrance and cherish the jade?"

Tang Sanliu looked at Chen Changsheng and sneered: "Then who have I become?"

Chen Changsheng asked, "What would you do if it were you?"

Tang Thirty-Six thought for a while and found that there was nothing he could do. He doesn't like the little girl named Ye Xiaolian. It's OK to be mean, because quarreling depends on writing skills, lung capacity and shamelessness, but he can't really beat her up, can he? Doesn't that mean the strong bullies the weak?

The next person to appear is Luoluo.

Of the four Huaiyuan scholars who participated in the imperial examination, there are now only two left. Her opponent this time is the other person besides Zhong Hui.

She and the scholar from Huaiyuan walked into the Washing Building.

There were footsteps on the second floor.

Some important people came to the window to watch the fight. They were really curious as to how far His Highness Luo Luo had reached to allow Tianji Pavilion to change the list of Qingyun Ranking. In the first round, the opponent Luoluo encountered was too weak. In the second round, Tianhai Shengxue simply abstained. So she had to fight in this round, right?

Luoluo took off the Luoyu Whip from his side, looked at the scholar from Huaiyuan and said, "You draw the sword first."

She was respectful, courteous, and well-behaved to Chen Changsheng in the National Education Academy, and occasionally acted coquettishly, but her aura when facing others was completely different. At the Ivy Banquet, whether it was the teachings of the Tiandao Academy or the Xiaosong Palace in Lishan, The elders were completely ignored by her, let alone this Huaiyuan scholar.

She was not deliberately condescending or domineering. She was just graceful and calm, and her words were calm, which gave her a sense of nobility and power.

The expression of the scholar from Huaiyuan changed slightly, and he slowly drew out his long sword from its sheath.

His movements were slow, but the sound of the sword being lifted from its sheath was very crisp.

A clanking sound!

A bright sword light flashed across a distance of more than ten feet in an instant and came to Luoluo's eyes!

Luo Luo's eyes didn't blink, and her eyelashes didn't even tremble.

Turning yellow!

The rain whip in her hand danced wildly.

Zhongshan's Wind and Rain Sword held the extremely majestic true energy, easily annihilating the sword light, and then attacked the scholar from Huaiyuan opposite.

The academy is a small world, and the sense of heaven and earth is more sensitive. As she cast the Zhongshan Wind and Rain Sword, strange phenomena appeared in the blue sky.

A dark cloud came from nowhere and enveloped the entire Xichen Building.

Then it started to rain.

Just like before the battle began, the black eaves of the Washing Building were washed again.

She used a rain whip, and the raindrops were the head of the whip.

The raindrops fell on the eaves and on the yellow sand, making a crackling sound.

It was like the sound of a whip hitting someone.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the rain curtains in the washing building were so dense that it was impossible to see anything anymore.

During this period, a sword light occasionally flashed, and was instantly swallowed up by the heavy rain.

After a while, an extremely clear sound sounded in the building, bang!

The rainstorm stopped suddenly.

The scholar from Huaiyuan fell weakly in the corner, with scars all over his body, blood and rain mixed together.

His face was pale, his slightly blue lips were trembling slightly, and his eyes were full of despair.

It was the despair after being crushed by absolute power.

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(First, I wrote Cijian Temple as Hujian Temple a few days ago. I need to find time to change it. Second, when the Sanskrit bells rang, everyone knew what kind of song I wanted to sing. Third, Ye Xiaolian stared at Chen Changsheng. Her footsteps are so helpless. She is a child, so of course this is the song. See you tomorrow.)