Mission system is a bit skinny

Chapter 32
Lin Qianjun now has a very clear judgment on his own strength.

He thinks that he can take over the true teachings of his sword, there are no more than five, and once he exerts his full strength, among the true disciples, I am afraid that none of them will be his opponent.

On the road of martial arts, he is already far ahead of other true legends.

After winning the first round, he will no longer be a true disciple at the bottom of the ranking no matter what.

After this session, his ranking will have to be moved to the front no matter what.

But he wasn't satisfied with this, he had to win at least twice, otherwise he couldn't bear the punishment from the mission.

In the second round of lottery, senior brother Jiang Liang had a bye, and Lin Qianjun faced third senior brother Pu Xingping.

With the end of each competition, the fourteen true disciples were re-ranked again.

Soon, it was Lin Qianjun's turn to take the stage. He stood up from his seat and took the Wufeng Sword from Zhang Yu's hand, and jumped onto the sword-sharpening stage with lightness kung fu.

Opposite him, Pu Xingping's eyebrows contained a hint of fighting intent. In his hand, a dagger that was only half the size of an ordinary long sword was firmly held.

There was some vigilance in Lin Qianjun's eyes.

The sword in Pu Xingping's hand is a red quality weapon, and its name is [Giant Mustard]. The special feature of this sword is that it can be changed in size and stretched in length.

When it is the largest, it can be as long as five feet, and when it is the smallest, it is only the size of a palm.

If you don't know the details, you will be easily cheated in the fight.

"Junior brother, please." Pu Xingping looked at Lin Qianjun and said softly.

Lin Qianjun nodded, drew the sword out of its sheath, took a deep breath, and the real essence of the imitation sword quickly gushed out from the dantian, covering the sword body.

Pu Xingping was different from Qiao Shihui. As the third-ranked true biography of the previous session, his strength should not be underestimated. If Lin Qianjun used that massive amount of true energy to slash with his sword, it would have no effect on him at all.

Because he would dodge the blow before Lin Qianjun made a move, and would not give Lin Qianjun a chance at all.

Again, the Grandmaster can stay in the air for a short time, although it consumes a lot of real energy, but as long as they are not careless, Lin Qianjun's rough attack will not be able to hit them at all.

So, this time, we can only fight hard.

During the surge of true energy, Lin Qianjun's strength was strengthened, and the weight of the Wufeng sword in his hand increased sharply. He directly used the perfect-level shower sword technique to attack Pu Xingping.

Pu Xingping quickly raised his hand, and with a movement of his true essence, the giant mustard in his palm changed in size, extending to a length of three feet, and started a head-to-head attack with Lin Qianjun.

The two sides fought quickly, and it was hard to see which was better.

During the mutual testing, Pu Xingping's mentality exploded a bit.

Each of Lin Qianjun's swords is as heavy as his name, and it is not easy for him to follow, but Lin Qianjun's sword is very fast, and he has played to the peak of the Shower Swordsmanship, and he needs to concentrate to the extreme to be able to Guaranteed not to expose flaws.

Looking at Lin Qianjun on the other side, his face was neither red nor out of breath, as if this consumption of true energy was completely ignored.

You know, he is only in the innate realm! !

"No, if the competition continues like this, I must be the first to show a flaw." Pu Xingping judged the current situation in an instant.

Although Lin Qianjun only had an innate cultivation base, his real vitality and physical strength were not weak, and he couldn't fight at all if he was exhausted.

And in terms of sword skills, he is also incredibly strong. The ordinary rain swordsmanship, the power displayed in his hands can be called exaggerated, and the average master may not be able to match him at all, even if Pu Xingping has the ability to transform. The giant mustard in form is just a [-]-[-] split in the moves.

While Pu Xingping's state of mind was changing, his sword turned, and an invisible oppressive force emanated from him.

Faintly, countless small mustard seeds emerged from his body. These mustard seeds scattered on the ground and grew rapidly, directly forming towering trees.

This is his sword intent, tenacious vitality, and unyielding will. Although he is small, he also has a heart that reaches the sky.

When he joined Jianzong, he was already ten years old. At this age, he had already missed the best time to practice martial arts, and his talent was also extremely poor. He needed three hours to extract the inner energy that others could refine in one hour. or even longer.

He believes that hard work can make up for one's weakness, and he spends more time on cultivation every day, but he was still in his twenties when he broke through innateness, which is far behind other true masters who were seventeen or eighteen up.

But just like his sword intent, no matter what, he is growing tenaciously and vigorously.

His understanding is limited, and he can't comprehend the general swordsmanship at all, so he only specializes in basic swordsmanship, repeatedly chewing, thinking and comprehending.

If you can't comprehend the meaning of the sword a thousand times, practice the sword [-] times. If you can't do it [-] times, you can practice it a hundred thousand times. As long as the goal is there, he is always moving forward. Then one day, he will be able to touch the result.

After comprehending by analogy, after accumulating a lot, he finally comprehended the sword intent before he was 30 years old.

As long as he works hard, the mustard grass on the side of the road will grow into a big tree. This is his heart and his interpretation of his swordsmanship.

Lin Qianjun couldn't help but feel a little shocked when he saw the real sword intent.

The attack of artistic conception is a state that can only be touched by concentration, and the existence of Taoist artistic conception can be understood in advance, and all of them are arrogance.

But being able to present one's own artistic conception as if it really exists is not just something that can be explained clearly by talent.

Lin Qianjun realized something in his heart, this senior brother in his thirties is probably about to break through to the state of concentration.

"However, something like sword intent—I have it too!!!" Lin Qianjun shouted, and a strong aura burst out from his body, forming a towering mountain.

In an instant, the entire sword-sharpening platform was divided into clear and turbid.

One side is the mustard seed who is unwilling to be ordinary, and the other side is the towering mountain that is about to fall. The collision between the two sides is imminent, and the majestic momentum makes countless people breathe slowly.

The players who watched the live broadcast in the forum looked shocked. This level of sword intent collision is worth the price of admission.

"The mountain is falling!" Lin Qianjun shouted loudly, and at the same time as the sword fell, the majestic mountain fell slowly.

Like a chain reaction, after the first boulder fell, successive mountain bodies began to slide and topple down. In the billowing dust, huge oppressive force poured out towards Pu Xingping.

"Long!" The giant grass in Pu Xingping's hand immediately grew to the extreme with the transformation of his true energy. It had grown to a size of five feet, and the countless grasses began to grow, firmly resisting the toppled mountain. .

"Boom~~!!"

With Pu Xingping as the center, spider web-like cracks spread out on the sword-sharpening platform. In just one day, the strengthened sword-sharpening platform was damaged for the second time.

The sword sharpening stone was already famous for its sturdiness, but it was still a bit weak in the face of a duel of masters of this level.

Countless dust filled the air, and the power of the mountain toppled was stronger. Lin Qianjun's true energy was almost continuous. Although Pu Xingping's true energy was thick and resilient, it could not be compared with Lin Qianjun's power.

After the smoke dissipated, the toppled mountain and the towering tree also disappeared. On the broken ring, Lin Qianjun slowly moved his sword away from Pu Xingping, and said, "Senior Brother Pu, I have accepted."

Pu Xing let out a breath of turbid air slowly, cupped his sword slightly, turned around and walked off the ring immediately.

In the confrontation with Lin Qianjun, he consumed too much, his true energy and physical strength were seriously exhausted, and he couldn't even perform lightness kung fu.

"In this battle, Lin Qianjun wins." At this moment, Linghu Lin stepped onto the stage and loudly announced the result of the match.

Returning to his seat, Lin Qianjun let out a breath of foul air secretly while flipping through Suzaku Rankong's forum posts.

In this way, the progress of the task has reached two-thirds, and he still has so many hole cards. Although the semi-finals are a bit difficult to play, as long as one or two hole cards are shown, his chance of winning is not small.

After Lin Qianjun's competition, because the sword-sharpening platform here had been damaged and could not be used, the competition could only be arranged at another ordinary sword-sharpening platform.

At this time, Xin Han, who was ranked fifth, was on the field, and Senior Brother Kang Wu, who was ranked sixth, was competing with her.

Although Kang Wu was ranked sixth, Lin Qianjun heard that it was only because of bad luck in the last lottery that he met senior brother Jiang Liang in advance and was beaten and disabled.

In terms of strength, this true biography might rank among the top three.

The [Dragon Slaying] sword in his hand was mighty, and standing there gave off a domineering feeling.

After less than three rounds of fighting, Xin Han was forced to use Qiushui sword intent to meet the enemy, but Kang Wu just swung his sword casually and smashed it, seemingly without pressure.

In the end, Xin Han couldn't even force him to show his sword intent, so he lost directly.

After Xin Han, there was a competition between the second senior brother Su Hongan and the fourth senior sister Long Huiqian.

In the end, Su Hong'an easily surpassed Long Huiqian's sword intent of falling rocks and waves with his sword intent of boundless sea.

So far, the top four have been determined among the true disciples.

They were Lin Qianjun, who was at the bottom of the previous ranking, second senior brother Su Hongan, sixth senior brother Kang Wu, and first senior brother Jiang Liang.

Among the other three, the one Lin Qianjun was most afraid of encountering was the eldest brother Jiang Liang.

Su Hongan and Kang Wu could still analyze one or two from the battle, but every time Jiang Liang made a shot, he would end the game with a "door plank sword" and couldn't judge his strength at all.

So if he wants to win steadily, it is best to draw Su Hongan or Kang Wu, otherwise, if he faces Jiang Liang, he is really not sure whether he can win.

After a short wait, Lin Qianjun and the others began to draw lots.

When the four showed their respective tags, Lin Qianjun couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

His opponent is Kang Wu. Although he is a bit uncertain compared to his senior brother Su Hongan, at least he is not competing with Jiang Liang.

I don't know why, although the levels are all thirtieth, but the elder brother who looks harmless to humans and animals always gives Lin Qianjun an inexplicable sense of oppression, and he can't help but feel that the degree of danger is higher than other true biography.

But since there is no confrontation with him now, there is nothing to say.

(End of this chapter)