Quick Transmigration: Sword Master's Thousand-Layer Routine

Chapter 32
As the daughter of the Lingzong, Zhao Lingyun naturally has no shortage of good things.

For example, the white silk she used to injure Sister Pei Ling was a rare high-grade spiritual weapon.

It is also strange to say that no one has been ascended in Mingchen Continent for nearly [-] years, but the world of cultivating immortals, which should have been raised to a higher level, not only has not made progress, but is living on its laurels.

It seems that a flower that has passed the flowering period is gradually dying.

Obviously, the aura of Mingchen Continent has not weakened anything, but no one has ever ascended.

Not only that, no matter whether it is a weapon refiner or an alchemist in the future, it will not be able to match the predecessors.

So that the things left by the predecessors are regarded as treasures.

Mingying also has quite a few, and she admits that these are extremely useful things.

As for the items in her storage bracelet, they were regarded as artifacts.

If I had known earlier, there are only one or two artifacts in the hands of the major sects of cultivating immortals, and other most precious spiritual artifacts.

It's a pity that compared to the sword in Mingying's hand, this white silk is really not enough.

But after a few rounds, the long white silk was cut into rags by Mingying's black iron sword.

Seeing her weapon being tattered, Zhao Lingyun lost her mind and released herself to the spirit beast.

Except for the Sacred Armor Beast that Mingying had seen before, the dying Frost Snow Beast.

But for some reason, this young Frost Snow Beast has grown up a bit. Although its fighting power is amazing, it is a bit like a controlled puppet.

Mingying's self-awareness and self-cultivation have improved a lot.

Her natal sword "Changfeng" is the hair that Kunpeng eagerly found to replace her, plus the piece of phantom, black meteorite, intertwined with those rare treasures.

It is a natal sword tailor-made for her.

The unrestrained wind is everywhere, as long as she wants, any place will become her slaughterhouse.

The ubiquitous wind was driven by her, and the wounds caused by every ray of sword energy penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

The Golden Armored Beast knew that the pain would subside, but the Frost Snow Beast only knew how to attack arrogantly and clumsily, even if the wound was bleeding and the bones were exposed, it didn't care.

Neither the bulky golden armor beast nor the frost snow beast could catch Mingying. Seeing her relaxed appearance, Zhao Lingyun finally couldn't help but took out something from the storage ring.

Taking advantage of everyone's attention not being on her, Zhao Lingyun carefully turned the dial.

This time, she thought that the invincible weapon was put down by something, and the creaking sound was particularly ear-piercing.

Mingying who heard the voice turned around and saw the silver needle stuck on her shield.

Besides, what surprised her the most was the twisted and churning magic energy on the silver needle.

Ugh?
With a flick of the long sword, the silver needle fell to the ground.

The originally inconspicuous devilish energy suddenly grew larger, and suddenly attracted the attention of the people around: "Magic energy?!"

"How can there be magic energy here?"

"Warning! Be careful there are magicians around!!"

Seeing that the killer move she prepared failed, Zhao Lingyun lowered her eyes, her eyes were full of resentment and unwillingness.

But in the end, they screamed together with everyone.

This challenge came to an abrupt end before the winner was decided.

Just looking at Zhao Lingyun who was silent among the crowd, Mingying always felt that the devilish energy came from a bit of a coincidence.

Hidden Sword Mountain is heavily guarded, no matter what, it is impossible for demonic cultivators to sneak in, or it is not easy for ordinary demonic cultivators to sneak in.

And the magic cultivator who can come in, wouldn't it be easy to want her life?There is no need to use this method to engage in sneak attacks.

After this incident, the patrols on Hidden Sword Mountain doubled, and the atmosphere became much more depressing and serious.

If it wasn't for the martial arts contest to officially start, everyone would be trapped to death.

Although it is said that it is a martial arts competition, in fact, as long as they are monks of the same level, regardless of the martial arts, they can participate.

A monk of the same level only needs to win a hundred games to advance.

Probably because Mingying was so famous when she was training in Hidden Sword Mountain a few days ago, no one was willing to come to her for a while.

But there are only [-] arenas in total, and there are hundreds of applicants, and there are always some people who can't rely on themselves.

After waiting for a while, Mingying finally ushered in her opponent.

The visitor was dressed in green clothes, with the posture of a weak willow supporting the wind, and when he came to the stage, he respectfully saluted Mingying and said: "I will ask Xingu when, come and challenge."

"Sanxiu Mingying, please—"

No need to talk nonsense, the two sides quickly started to fight.

The cold and trembling silver needles struck from all directions with overwhelming force, bound to turn people into hedgehogs.

But the wind-like long sword wrapped the girl airtightly, and her sword was very fast, blocking the silver needles with every stroke.

Waiting for the silver needle to be shot down, another stream of spells burned over with flames.

The water on the soles of her feet condensed into ice at some point, freezing her in place.

Groups of poisonous snakes and scorpions ran towards her at a fast speed, and there was still a little green light on the long scorpion tails.

Such a large group is to the extent that people will directly experience trypophobia.

Although Mingying wasn't afraid, she was somewhat cautious.

People around watched the fight, and many people gathered around.

Seeing Mingying being crushed and beaten like this, some disciples who didn't know the situation sarcastically said, "It's nothing more than that."

The disciple of Cangjian Mountain, who had watched quite a few scenes at the same time, had a deep meaning: "What's the hurry, I haven't made a move yet."

Before it got close, a strong wind suddenly blew up,

The charm that was supposed to burn to Mingying was blown back directly.

Chang Feng unsheathed, just a move of "Autumn Wind Sweeping Fallen Leaves", all the poisonous scorpions and centipedes on the ground collapsed to the ground, one or two of them fell out of their stomachs and turned their legs up.

The person who was frozen in place disappeared when the scorpion was flipped up, when he immediately became vigilant, holding the medicine bottle in his hand, carefully observing the surroundings.

Can't find anyone.

No matter whether you go up or down, you can't see people.

His hair stood on end, suddenly, someone patted his shoulder: "Are you looking for me?"

The poisonous water was scattered all over the ground, but it was empty.

It made a sizzling sound when it fell to the ground, and corroded a large piece of stone.

Immediately afterwards, someone patted her on the other shoulder: "Where are you looking? I'm here..."

Like a cat playing with a mouse, this disciple of Wenxingu had nowhere to escape. After a few times, the Mingying long sword that finally saw Wenxingu's poison finally landed on the opponent's shoulder.

When you know that you can't win, you will admit defeat: "I lost."

Mingying sheathed her sword, "You're welcome."

The strong man watching from the audience looked disdainful: "It's just that I run faster. If it were me, I would be able to stand still and let her beat her."

After the two sides said goodbye in a friendly manner, the strong man jumped up excitedly.

Seeing Mingying's slender figure, he was full of arrogance: "I'm an iron bull in the Jinzhongmen, and I'm here to ask you for advice."

"You're welcome."

Mingying responded, drew her sword and rushed out.

(End of this chapter)