Immortal, my aptitude is mediocre

Chapter 25 Someone Said To Him, You Are Not Bad

Youthful spirit, immortal green onions.

Fighting on the stage, plotting the future.

Chen Sheng looked at this flowery picture, and imprinted it firmly in his memory, wanting to savor it alone after the desolation of an era.

There are ups and downs on the four fighting platforms, some are happy and some are sad.

until...

"On the No. [-] Fighting Stage, Zhang Tao vs. Chen Sheng."

An elder from the outer sect announced a new round of competition.

"It's my time..."

Chen Sheng's mental state has gradually adjusted back, and the exhaustion of practicing all day and night has been swept away. When he starts to walk, the wind blows fiercely. He is ready to face the outer door of the Youth War Big competition.

"Zhang Tao has the same cultivation as you, defeat him."

Lu Zhu stood there, her voice excited, and she waved her hands vigorously, encouraging the seemingly mediocre boy.

"What about the disciples of the elders of the outer sect, you are not bad."

The two pension deacons expressed their affirmation. Chen Sheng was valued by them, and he was taken care of by Fu Yunzi, the elder of the outer sect.

These are enough to show that Chen Sheng is a very good person, not bad compared to the disciples of the elders of the outer sect.

"It's another unknown person. If you know someone, please step down for me."

Zhang Tao defeated Yao Zhitong on the No. [-] martial arts platform, and he was full of ambition. When he saw Chen Sheng, his heart became more and more relaxed.

He doesn't know this person.

In the outer sect, the people he didn't know could only be extremely mediocre, and he didn't take hostility from such people to heart.

"You want to admit defeat?"

Chen Sheng was not a person who could be used to arrogance, he was neither humble nor overbearing, and he turned back.

Zhang Tao felt offended, and said angrily, "What? You bastard, you want to suffer, so I will help you."

The flying sword that defeated Yao Zhitong flew out again, swift as lightning, sharp and sharp, leaving a faint white mark on the void.

Feijian's rank is not bad, and it is a high-quality product in the Qi Refining Realm. Yao Zhitong, who is also an outer disciple, has suffered catastrophe.

"It's really capricious. When I come up, I will compete with magic weapons."

Chen Sheng raised his eyebrows, without the tortoise shell bestowed by Fu Yunzi, he had to struggle a lot to deal with this flying sword, but now, he doesn't need it.

"A cultivator who looks like a poor settler, what are you going to fight with me?"

As soon as the flying sword came out, Zhang Tao felt that he had won the fight.

There was a slight mocking look on his face, there was a hierarchy between the outer disciples, even an unknown soldier would dare to stop him.

next moment.

The tortoise shell was powerful, emitting a bluish-white light, shining on Chen Sheng's body, blocking external evils and preventing external forces from invading.

The flying sword pierced into the blue and white light, became slow, and finally seemed to be stuck in a frozen lake, unable to move forward.

"Huh? You have a good chance to get such a magic weapon."

When the accident happened, Zhang Tao was stunned. He was not an idiot, but arrogant. Looking at the tortoise shell offered by Chen Sheng, he judged that it was a magic weapon of excellent quality.

The power of his flying sword cannot work on this young man.

"Relying on the power of the magic weapon, it won't last long."

Standing inside the tortoise shell, Chen Sheng protected his body with blue and white light, not afraid of flying swords, his eyes were calm, and he looked at Zhang Tao with a hint of admonishment.

"You think I'm just a flamboyant person with no real skills."

This kind of look made Zhang Tao break his defense, which was more uncomfortable than killing him. His face was gloomy, and his voice was like a knife, a little cold.

"Isn't it?"

Chen Sheng turned back again.

What qualifications does an immortal cultivator at the fifth level of Qi refining have to cultivate an arrogant and indulgent spirit.

There is a sky beyond the sky, and there is a sky beyond people. He must tell this young man the correct truth.

"Shut up you."

Zhang Tao roared, and the aura on the No. [-] fighting platform became restless, his whole body was glowing, and pale white haze spewed out from the various acupuncture points.

"Dragon Mist Sacrifice."

This is his trump card, a powerful technique, not one that can be borrowed with contribution points in the Sutra Pavilion, but a teaching from the elders of the outer sect.

This kind of white smoke lingered around him, and there was the sound of dragon chant roaring in all directions, and the mysterious scales and half claws were surging continuously.

Zhang Tao strode towards Chen Sheng, holding a dharma sword, surrounded by white smoke, evolved into a white dragon shape, and waited for the opportunity to move.

All of a sudden, Chen Sheng felt a ferocious aura coming from his face. He pulled out the iron sword, wrapped the clear and powerful mana, and fought against Zhao Tao.

In just one or two breaths, the two fought back and forth dozens of times.

"With a broken sword in your mouth, you want to block me."

In Zhao Tao's eyes, there was a sharp light, and the white dragon transformed by the Dragon Mist ritual constantly harassed Chen Sheng, and then the magic sword in his hand shone brightly, and the sharpness of the gold and iron became more than several times.

He wanted to cut off Chen Sheng's iron sword with a sword, so that the opponent's mood would be shattered.

How could Chen Sheng let the iron sword in his hand break? This was not only a matter of inferiority, but also a matter of dignity. It was like two swordsmen fighting each other, and one of them was cut off to match the sword. no.

"Cut the stars."

With a very familiar sword, Chen Sheng cut it out.

Zhongzheng is peaceful, and there is a sense of dazed atmosphere.

Although the sword intent is still immature, it already has a hint of star-slaying intent.

It seemed that he had sensed Zhao Tao's intention to cut off the iron sword. There was a god on the sword, which made the sword's intent even more violent, and he tried his best to fight back.

clang……

When the two swords collided, the sound of gold and iron was extremely high-pitched. Zhao Tao's dharma sword was crushed at one end. Fan Tie had a chance to transform.

"Those who can be selected as disciples by the elders of the outer sect are not mediocre people."

After a sword strike, Chen Sheng saw Zhao Tao's strength, and he was indeed not a peer who relied on the power of magical weapons. At least the Dragon Mist Sacrifice showed impressive power.

"How come... how come, he is not the key training elite of the outer sect."

At this time, Zhao Tao's heart was extremely messy. He and a nobody in the outer sect were fighting so hard that it was impossible to see the outcome.

So……

How did he achieve good results in this brilliant outer sect competition?

"If you have a bad heart, you can't use it."

Chen Sheng knew that the opportunity had come.

The moment Zhang Tao was stunned, he pressed down with his sword, and the iron sword made a buzzing sound across the sky. The powerful and thick mana was surging, and the star-slashing sword was extremely powerful and crazy.

Danger.

Zhang Tao's heart was full of vigilance, and he aroused the magic power in his body, urged the magic sword, and let the dragon fog sacrifice method run to the extreme, so as to resist the enemy.

It's just that when the timing is wrong, everything is too late.

With a sword, Chen Sheng tore through the smoke from the Longwu Ritual, passed Zhao Tao's magic sword first, and slapped Zhao Tao's sword fiercely on the opponent's body, knocking him out of the fighting platform.

(End of this chapter)