No one answered him - Han Yuan, who had been inquiring about it, would have gone somewhere.

Qinglong Island was so lively that people were a little nervous. Of course, Han Yuan couldn't miss it. He went to check the list over and over again. Speaking of which, this kid should be beaten, let him memorize some books, and he can get him. Destiny, these useless things can be unforgettable, looking back and forth, he has to listen to all directions, and listen to the comments of the long-tongued people from beginning to end.

Listening to the meaning of those who talk to the bottom of their tongues, Zhang Dasen is actually respected in the loose cultivator. Han Yuan was very unconvinced and said: "My little brother just doesn't like to show his face, that Zhang Dahei was cut down by him in private. It's broken into slag, and he doesn't have the face to say it himself, these things that have eyes but don't recognize Mount Tai.

Suddenly, another person said: "Zhang Dasen? Alas... I said something bad, but he really doesn't matter."

Han Yuan suddenly felt that he had met a bosom friend, and hurriedly stretched his neck to look at the speaker.

Everyone hurriedly asked "how to say", only to see that the well-informed person caught everyone's addiction, so they said calmly: "Look, there are ten arenas? Ten winners are to be decided, and then Only those of us who are the winners of the Lecture Hall's loose cultivation are qualified to enter the real Qinglong Island competition, and compete with the inner disciples of Qinglong Island."

Han Yuan was startled.

The man said again: "Think about it again, the big guy has been on this island for more than five years. Except for a few errands, have you ever met those inner disciples?"

Everyone shook their heads one after another, Han Yuan squeezed forward like a loach, and said in a loud voice, "Brother, don't give a shit!"

The man gave a "hey", shook his head and said, "The resources and aptitudes of inner disciples are not comparable to mine, not to mention I heard that some disciples with good aptitudes will not come out for ten or eight years after retreating in the mountains, day by day. I think hard and study hard, that fellow Daoist Zhang Dasen is at best among the top among us, and when he meets the real...hehe."

When he said this, he acted incomprehensible, shook his head and waved his hands, and said nothing.

Han Yuan rolled his eyes and ran away.

Chapter 40

Han Yuan's own cultivation base is sparse, but he is very confident in his senior brothers. He has heard the voices of Zhang Dasen and his like being very loud, and he has already recognized that the master is not his own senior brothers. In his heart, he feared that the world would not be in chaos, and thought: "Why don't I go to find out what the inner disciples are, so that the senior brothers can be targeted."

The inner disciples who followed the island owner were also dressed in white robes, but unlike the elders and Dharma protectors, the disciples wore very plain white clothes. When such a group of people gathered together, they looked like a group of people wearing sackcloth and filial piety from afar. With a punch, Han Yuan followed the trail of the inner disciple without much effort.

The disciples who surrounded the island master of Qinglong walked silently. I don't know if the inner door was strict or what. I saw that no one of them was talking to each other. They left the crowd quietly, turning their backs on the hustle and bustle, showing a kind of loneliness that was almost silent.

Han Yuan knew that the island owner was a powerful man, so he didn't dare to get too close, so he just climbed to a big tree from a distance, and looked at those people with a pergola in his hand.

When the inner sect disciples reached the half-mountain slope, they stopped in unison, and several disciples carried a small shoulder tree and respectfully invited the island owner to sit on it.

No matter how familiar this situation is, Han Yuan suddenly remembered the senior brother on Fuyao Mountain who "can sit without standing, and can lie down without sitting". Kind and funny, he thought to himself: "This island owner is so old, how can he be as virtuous as my senior brother when he was a child?"

At this time, the island owner of Qinglong seemed to feel something, and suddenly turned around and glanced at Han Yuan's hiding place, and met his sneaky prying eyes, Han Yuan almost fell from the tree, and felt guilty for a while. .

The island owner seemed to know who he was, and a smile appeared on his sad face. Even if he laughed, the folds between his brows would not spread. No matter how he looked at it, it looked like he was smiling happily, and the island owner rushed towards Han from a distance. Yuan waved his hand, as if to signal him not to follow, and hurry back.

Several inner disciples stood on both sides indifferently. After the island owner sat up, they raised their shoulders in unison. The group instantly turned into a white shadow and disappeared from Han Yuan's eyes in a blink of an eye.

Han Yuan was stunned and scratched on the tree for a while, and was stunned by this hand, and a certain kind of awe suddenly developed in his heart, and he murmured quite self-consciously: "God, I'm afraid I will never be able to practice like this in my life. How long does it take to be closed?"

Han Yuan's voice fell, and someone suddenly heard a chuckle in his ear. He was suddenly startled, grabbed a few small pine nuts in his hand, raised his head and asked, "Who laughed at your grandfather?"

The leaves behind him made a soft sound, and Han Yuan suddenly turned his head, the pine nuts in his hands disappeared into the dense bushes, and there was no sound.

Han Yuan took a look at it cautiously. Who knew that the next moment, his eyes would be black, and he fell straight down from the tree.

When Han Yuan woke up, the lively crowd on Qinglong Island had dispersed. He felt the sun tighten for a while, and looked around for a while, but he couldn't remember how he fell asleep under a big tree. .

Han Yuan stretched his back and yawned with all his strength. Half of his head was almost opened by his open mouth, but he was still dizzy. He had to get up and walk back top-heavy. I seem to have forgotten something.

When Han Yuan returned to the small courtyard where his sect lived, he saw the puddle sitting on the top of the wall, and the second senior brother Li Yun was leaning against the door. The two were watching the courtyard with great interest.

"What's going on?" Li Yun waved at Han Yuan, "Come on, you almost missed the beautiful ones."

It is naturally impossible for the same family to practice swordsmanship. Cheng Qian and Yan Zhengming took an old wooden sword with a dull edge. It looks like one person is holding a shabby fire stick. The sword moves under his command are not shabby at all, and you are coming and going so fast that you can hardly see them clearly.

At the beginning, neither of the two had any energy, let alone other swordsmanship.

The deeper Yu Jiandao went, the more he could feel that this set of wooden swords was truly unique.

The simple can be passed on to the disciples, and the profound has never dared to say that he understands it thoroughly.

Shuikeng said enviously, "Second Senior Brother, when will I be able to learn swords?"

Li Yun watched the tricks in the field intently, and said perfunctorily, "When you are taller than the sword, let your senior brother teach you."

The puddle jumped up from the wall, raised his hands, and tried to stretch himself, wishing that he could grow a room taller immediately, and asked at the same time, "Why learn from Senior Brother? Why not learn from Third Senior Brother?"

Li Yun said with a smile: "Your senior brother is a serious sword cultivator who entered the Dao with swords. Your three senior brothers' swords were honed by fighting and fighting. They are not upright enough, and they are too hostile. After learning from him, you will have to change when you grow up. You can't be a rampaging dominatrix."

His voice fell, and a cold sword qi shot out from the field and slashed towards his face. Li Yun hurriedly jumped up and jumped up the wall, "tsk" said: " I haven't told anyone yet - I saw that there is no junior sister, his sword move is my swinging wooden sword, but the sword will go the way of the sea cháo sword, such a cool exercise, your little girl's family is not good at learning it, It will be easy to have stomach ache in the future.”

The puddle was confused, and for a while I didn't understand the inevitable connection between "practicing swords" and "stomach pain".

This senior brother is really too obscene, even the sullen Sect Master Yan can't listen anymore, he can't bear to warn: "Li Yun!"

Li Yun laughed thiefly on the wall, and patted the head of the puddle casually.

As usual, Cheng Qian didn't understand the communication between Li Yun and Yan Zhengming. It was even worse than the ignorant puddle. However, when he heard Li Yun mentioned the sword of the sea, he came to the gods and worked hard. Said: "Little Junior Sister, let me show you what the sea cháo sword is - Senior Brother, be careful!"

During the conversation, Cheng Qian suddenly changed his moves. The last move "Pengcheng Wanli" and the next move "Da làng Taosha" were seamlessly connected. The coolness brought by the sword wind immediately rustled, and the courtyard seemed to be swept away by the raging waves. However, the leaves fell to the ground, and the sword intent was dàng, and even the walls were condensed with fine water droplets, Li Yun had to squeeze his hand, and it could form a transparent barrier in mid-air, blocking them. In front of people watching the lively, so as not to be affected by Chiyu.

Yan Zhengming's hairpin was punched by Haitao in the sword and dissipated immediately, but he didn't panic. The peaceful and upright air overflowed from the wooden sword, but it didn't disperse as aggressively as Cheng Qian, but steadily and steadily. Wrapped around the body and the sword, the sword remained motionless as if it were divided into the sea.

Cheng Qian's eyes lit up: "Senior brother, is this already 'concentrating'?"

The so-called "concentration" is to disperse the true essence out of the body and attach it to the sword with divine sense. Only when the true essence can be retracted and released freely to the point of "concentration" can the human and sword be further unified, and even walk with the sword.

At this level, Yan Zhengming may have really reached the point where he can control his sword.

The next moment, the two wooden swords collided in the air. The broken wooden swords couldn't bear such strength, and they broke together immediately. Cheng Qiansenran's sword intent dissipated immediately. He took half of the wooden swords in his hand and drew them out at will. With an arc, he said with a smile: "It seems that I have to add an hour to practice swords every day, otherwise it will be a step behind you."

Cheng Qian didn't laugh very often. As he got older, both crying and laughter gradually disappeared on his face, and he developed a gentleman's spirit that shows people's happiness and anger is very appropriate. After turning a corner without any haze, he suddenly brought out a rare youthful air.

Cheng Qian has a beautiful face since he was a child, and it has grown even more in his youth. If he hadn't already walked on the cold road of cultivation, he must have been a mortal who called people to throw melons, throw fruits and watch and kill people on the streets.

Yan Zhengming was stunned for a while, and suddenly felt a move in his heart. He instinctively drew half a wooden sword in the air, letting the wooden sword guide him to clear his body. Immediately, a sword qi overflowed, almost warm and moist. quietly.