Mission system is a bit skinny

Chapter 29
【This inferior and stupid behavior makes you laugh. 】

This time you have expressed exactly how I feel.

[It's just a clown, since he wants to learn a lesson, then give him a profound lesson. 】

[Task: Punishment. 】

[Accept Nangong Huang's challenge, win the battle and smash his clothes in public. 】

[Task Reward: Vision +3. 】

[Mission punishment: The whole body is full of bad smell for ten days. 】

Give away three-point vision for free, don't don't want it for nothing.

"Nangong Huang, the sect has its own rules, don't go beyond them." Wu Sheng, the elder who was in charge of the sword sharpening test, stopped him.

Hearing this, Nangong Huang's face remained unchanged, and he still bowed slightly to Lin Qianjun with a firm attitude.

When Wu Sheng saw this, he was about to stop him, but Lin Qianjun suddenly stood up and said, "Uncle Wu, it's okay, since there is a disciple asking for a fight, how can I escape as the true heir of the Sword Sect?"

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of all the true disciples, even the elders and other disciples gathered.

Since Lin Qianjun spoke, Wu Sheng couldn't help but stop him. After glancing at Nangong Huang, he quietly retreated to the side.

"Good boy, the person who beat me dared to challenge me, I really thought I was made of mud." Lin Qianjun moved his feet, and Lan Feng stepped, and his figure jumped down from the spectator in an instant, appearing in the ring above.

"Senior Brother Lin!!" Below, Zhang Yu and Lu Fengyi nervously looked at Lin Qianjun standing on the ring.

"Don't worry, it's just a discussion." Lin Qianjun comforted with a slight smile.

At this time, the other sword sect disciples and players who had heard the news stopped their actions and rushed over quickly, completely encircling the sword sharpening stage where the core disciples competed.

The competition of the true biography of Jianzong should have been held on the last day of the sword sharpening test.

It's rare to see a true biography shot on the first day, even if this true biography is only at the bottom of the ranking, the meaning is different.

"Senior Brother Lin, I heard that your understanding of swordsmanship is extraordinary, and you can answer the eternal problems left by your ancestors, so please be merciful." Nangong Huang waved the big sword in his hand, looked at Lin Qianjun and said, "Senior Brother Lin, let's unleash the sword!"

Lin Qianjun smiled, he didn't take Wufeng Sword off his seat, at this moment he just raised two fingers, and pointed the sword at Nangong Huang.

"Humiliation, naked humiliation." This showed a disrespectful gesture, which instantly excited the disciples and players of the Sword Sect below.

This is going to be a real fire.

"The person Nangong Huang defeated before was Lin Qianjun's sword servant. He must be angry."

On the high platform watching the battle, Xu Ziyun and a group of elders looked at each other, then shook their heads slightly. This kid is a little too defensive, but it's good to think about it from a general perspective, at least it's a good thing for Jianzong.

"Lin Qianjun, even if you are a true biography, how dare you humiliate me like this!" Nangong Huang shouted angrily.

"Didn't you ask me to show mercy?" Lin Qianjun pretended to be puzzled.

Hearing this, Nangong Huang became angry. This kind of attitude of not taking himself seriously was the most unacceptable for him.

He learned swords at the age of four, joined the Sword Sect at the age of six, entered the inner sect at the age of 12, and became a core disciple at the age of 20. He thought it was a certainty to become a true disciple with his own talent.

However, the fact is that he is not regarded by the true biography at all. Although his talent is not bad, it is far behind these arrogance.

What made him most unacceptable was that a person like Lin Qianjun who just answered a question casually could become a true biography, but he couldn't even meet the basic requirements for entering the assessment.

How unfair is this world?
With such thoughts entrenched in his heart, he could not calm down day and night, and even made it difficult for him to swallow meals.

Anger started from his heart, and evil grew to his guts, so he had the idea of ​​challenging Lin Qianjun today.

He had made the worst plan, which was to be imprisoned in the sword prison and feel the darkness for a period of time, but today, he had to compete with Lin Qianjun to prove himself.

Prove that you are no worse than the true biography of Lin Qianjun!
After forcibly suppressing the anger in his heart, Nangong Huang looked at Lin Qianjun and said, "Okay, if that's the case, then I would like to thank Senior Brother for being merciful, but Senior Brother Lin, you can show mercy, but I don't have enough swordsmanship to control myself. Jian Wuyan, if he hurts Senior Brother Lin, I hope Senior Brother Lin will not blame him."

There was a trace of strangeness in Lin Qianjun's eyes, this guy actually threatened him?
Doesn't he really think that he can compete with the hooker? ?

"Please!" Lin Qianjun nodded slightly.

"Senior brother Lin, look at the trick!" Nangong Huang swept his sword almost at the moment Lin Qianjun finished speaking.

Without the power of a weapon, it would have been extremely difficult for Lin Qianjun to get close to him normally.

But the speed of his Lanfengbu at the perfect level is so fast that even the elders of the Yan Gang, who are masters, can't react, let alone Nangong Huang, who is at the peak of innate talent.

With a movement of Lin Qianjun's foot, he appeared behind Nangong Huang in an instant. Just as he was about to point his finger at Nangong Huang, he found that Nangong Huang swung his sword with his backhand. The speed suddenly increased a lot, and he swept towards Lin Qianjun again.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Lin Qianjun performed lightness kung fu and jumped to the other side of the ring.

The two sides confronted each other tens of meters apart, Lin Qianjun squinted his eyes and said, "Grandmaster realm? Are you not the peak of innate talent?"

This breath is also too restrained, he didn't see his real level before.

"Yeah, I'm a 23-year-old grandmaster, I'm pretty talented, but it's a pity that a genius like me still can't become a true disciple." Nangong Huang looked at Lin Qianjun bitterly, and said, "But you, you are just How unfair is this world if you only need to answer a question that you don’t know the so-called, and you can reach the sky in one step and become a true disciple?”

Lin Qianjun was thoughtful.

Was it jealousy?

It's no wonder that you can't get results after working hard for the rest of your life. If someone buys a lottery ticket and has everything, it's completely unreasonable not to be jealous.

But this is not a reason for you to give up on yourself and make me feel bad. There are so many injustices in the world, who can draw a perfect circle?

Just as he was about to end the battle, he accidentally glanced at the player on the side.

After opening the forum and looking around, Lin Qianjun's eyes changed, and he immediately fell into a contemplative look.

Lin Qianjun pointed forward lightly with his sword finger, and said: "When the patriarch shattered the void, he didn't take the sword away, because he didn't care about the sword at all. To him, plants, trees, bamboos and stones are all swords, and he doesn't rely on external objects. , because he himself is the most powerful sword."

"What do you mean?" Nangong Huang couldn't understand why Lin Qianjun said such words when he was expressing his emotions.

It doesn't matter if he scolds or accuses him of a lesson, but why would he say such irrelevant things?

"My understanding of the sword may be somewhat different from that of the ancestor, but there is one thing in common, that is, being strong is the truth, so I didn't choose a powerful saber in the sword mound, but took it with me. I picked up a wooden sword." When he said this, Lin Qianjun fixed his eyes on a player in the upper corner.

That's right, he found that a player was live broadcasting his match.

So, he immediately discarded the idea of ​​ending the battle quickly, and started to pretend to be aggressive by facing the camera directly.

"From the stone tablet of the patriarch, I realized his understanding of the sword. Today, I will also tell you my understanding of the sword." Lin Qianjun swayed his sword finger slightly, and said: "Sword learners, be self-improvement!"

In the live broadcast room of the forum, the players talked a lot.

"I see. No wonder Lin Qianjun always carries a wooden sword on his back. It turns out that he doesn't want his growth to be restricted by a powerful sword."

"That being said, if he really chooses a sword in the Sword Tomb, with his talent, I'm afraid it must be at least a red grade, right?"

"This kind of setting, he is not the protagonist, who is the protagonist? I bought it heavily, and directly Stud!!"

"I followed!!"

"Me too!"

On the high platform to watch the battle, all the elders and true disciples couldn't help but nodded.

That's right, the disciples of Jianzong do rely a lot on the sword, and even regard the sword as their relatives and friends.

But one thing is certain, that is, only when you are strong enough, you can control your own sword, otherwise, it is the sword itself that restricts and controls you.

"What's the use of what you say?" Nangong Huang looked at Lin Qianjun puzzled, his whole body surging with real energy. He wanted to compete with Lin Qianjun and prove himself that he didn't come to listen to these great principles.

Lin Qianjun shook his head, showing an expression of hating iron but not steel.

"Sigh, being blinded by emotions and missing opportunities in vain, this kind of heart is hard to overcome after all." An elder shook his head and sighed, feeling sorry for Nangong Huang.

On the sword sharpening platform, Nangong Huang attacked Lin Qianjun again.

His cultivation as a master, his true energy is strong, every blow is mighty, and the countless scattered fiery true energy made the spectators around the ring retreat.

However, these moves could not hit Lin Qianjun at all.

The shortcomings he made up for at the beginning were lightness skills and body skills. Even if Nangong Huang is a master and can even fly for a short time, what's the use if he can't hit him?
"Ranxia!" With a sudden roar, Nangong Huang slashed out a streak of scorching red sword energy about ten meters wide from the big sword in his hand, cutting off Lin Qianjun who was hiding in a corner of the ring.

At this moment, Lin Qianjun could either choose to withdraw from the ring and lose the competition, or he would jump up and become a target in the air.

Basically, the innate realm cannot stay in the air. Under normal circumstances, as long as you are in the air in a competition, you are already dead.

But looking at Nangong Huang's expression of success, Lin Qianjun not only did not panic, but even showed a helpless expression in Xianxin.

He swiped his sword finger quickly, and performed the "storm and rain" that Zhang Yu had performed before.

In the dantian, small swords of true essence were gathered together, and quickly surged out from the tendons.

Countless azure blue sword energy flew out from Lin Qianjun's fingertips, covering the entire field directly.

The same move, the same sword attack, but the effect is completely different.

Even if Lin Qianjun didn't use a sword, the imitation sword's true essence would be automatically judged as a kendo attack when it was used to attack, so Lin Qianjun can fully exert twelve parts of the power with one portion of true essence, and the kendo moves themselves Even if it is an attack, it will also receive a bonus.

And the purity of Lin Qianjun's true essence is also first-class and powerful.

So this cyan skill, in the hands of Lin Qianjun, has already exerted a power comparable to that of the blue skill.

Compared with the power of Zhang Yu's moves before, it is at least dozens of times stronger.

Just in a blink of an eye, the raindrops scattered the huge red sword energy, and the sword rain flew towards Nangonghuang in an endless stream.

The sword energy was coming fast, coupled with such a wide attack range, it was not something Nangong Huang could easily dodge, so he could only choose to use his true energy to form a true element hood with a vertical sword to resist.

"Ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ~~!!"

The strength of the sword being bombarded by the sword energy made Nangong Huang doubt his life, and he even wondered if this move was a violent storm.

His face turned red, he used all his strength to stabilize his figure, and tried his best not to back down.

Although it was difficult to resist, he felt that he might not have no chance of turning the tables. The real energy in the innate realm was limited, and as long as Lin Qianjun's real energy was exhausted, he could win.

But to his disappointment, Lin Qianjun released ten breaths of sword energy raindrops without any fatigue, and even the sword energy became more turbulent and denser by three points.

"Crack~!"

All of a sudden, his true essence smock was broken, followed by the little bit of pain caused by the raindrops of true essence bombardment.

He couldn't figure out why Lin Qianjun's true energy, which seemed to be inexhaustible, covered such a wide area, and could last for so long, and even broke his true essence smock abruptly.

How inconceivable is it that a martial artist in the innate realm has more real energy than his existence in the master realm?

But it's too late to say that now.

Without the body protection of true essence, how could his physical body withstand the bombardment of the sword energy.

In an instant, he was blown away by the sword energy that covered the entire field. In the air, the clothes outside his body were directly shattered by the dense sword energy. When he landed with scars on his body, his body was already It's completely naked.

Even because Lin Qianjun was afraid of failing the mission, he didn't even leave a piece of cloth the size of a finger belly.

(End of this chapter)