Xuanhuan: I Can View Files of Destiny!

A satisfied smile appeared on the lips of the Holy Master Taixuan: "It is worthy of being one of the ten most powerful holy bodies, the ancient holy body, the power of blood, how can these medium physique monks be able to match."

The other elders looked very ugly.

Originally, they were still thinking of grabbing the position of the quasi-holy son, but at this moment, they couldn't help sighing in their hearts.

One by one, they couldn't help but think of accepting Qin Li as their apprentice.

At this time, Qin Li restrained his energy and looked at everyone in the audience.

"Since no one has signed up to challenge Qin today, then Qin will go back to practice first."

At this time, the dozen or so true disciples who had been sitting below immediately stood up one by one.

"Who said no?"

"Elder Li: This is my 10,000 top-grade spirit stones, please help to register it!"

"Elder Li, I also signed up, 10,000 high-grade spirit stones, here."

"And I!"

"I propose that I can't wear body armor in this competition!" After a true disciple finished speaking, he immediately took off his armor.

The rest of the true disciples also took out their body armors one after another.

When they reach their level, they can take off their clothes with just one thought.

Naturally, there is no such thing as taking off your clothes in public.

One of the disciples also held the soft armor in his hand, raised it, and shouted, "I propose that no one can wear the protective armor on the body in this Quasi-Saint Son Challenge!"

"Qin Lizhun Holy Son, I just hope I can fight you fairly!"

"Yes, we strongly demand a fair fight!"

"Yes!"

......

Qin Li glanced at everyone, raised his hand and waved, and the Zhantian armor appeared in his hand.

Before everyone could see its power, he put it into the storage ring.

What he wants is that people despise his strength.

Otherwise, how will you earn these foolish spirit stones later?

Then, he glanced contemptuously at the aggrieved disciples below, "Fair? Say it as if you were fair."

As his voice fell.

At the scene, the forty-five cultivators who had partnered with him to challenge him couldn't help blushing.

With more bullying less, as a result, Qin Li didn't even have a finger, and they were kicked out of the stage inexplicably. It was too shameful.

Soon, the more than ten true disciples handed in 10,000 coins

The top-grade Lingshi came to the waiting area of ​​Yanwutai.

Their cultivation is in the late stage of the Divine Transformation Realm.

Not only are they outstanding in their own talents, but they also have strong strengths behind them.

At this time, a young cultivator came over and saw that he was slender, with sword-brows and star-shaped eyes. He had an extraordinary appearance and deep eyes.

He clasped his fists with both hands and greeted Qin Li:

"Qin Lizhun Holy Son, I am the true disciple of Kendo Peak, Jian Xingzhou. Today, I have deliberately learned a thing or two with you."

There was a burst of cheers immediately below.

"I didn't expect that the first one to appear was Jane Zhenzhuan!"

"In the last Prospective Son Challenge, if he hadn't been caught in Zhou Junhong's trap, he would have been a Prospective Son."

"I heard that Jian Zhen Chuan's swordsmanship has entered the sword state, and his cultivation is higher than when he participated in the last Quasi-Saint Child Competition!"

"It's miserable, the Holy Son Qin Lizhun has no god-level armor to protect himself now, I hope Jian Zhenchuan can show mercy!"

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Qin Li smiled, it seems that this Jian Xingzhou has a high prestige among many disciples.

He couldn't help but want to suppress the opponent's arrogance, and said lightly: "There is no need to learn from each other, you just understand Jianxin, and it is not worth my shot."

Jian Xingzhou's face was terrifyingly gloomy in an instant.

Even Zao Wou-Ki, who ranked No. 1 among the Prospective Sons, spoke highly of him.

Unexpectedly, Qin Li, who was just getting started and didn't even have a firm footing, would dare to despise him so much.

At the bottom, many disciples also felt that Qin Li was too arrogant and laughed.

Only Tang Shaogong knew very well that what Qin Li said was true.

For a master who has already set foot in the sword field, how can he be afraid of a cultivator who has just learned the sword heart?

Jian Xingzhou's ink was flying, and as soon as his mind moved, a sonorous sound came from the sword box on his back.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The next moment, I saw three sharp swords, piercing the void and stabbing in the direction of Qin Li.

The dazzling divine light instantly illuminated the entire martial arts field, with a terrifying killing aura.

These three swords are all at the level of quasi-artifacts, and if the three swords are used together, they can even reach the standard of artifact.

In the past several challenges, he used these three swords to win game after game, beheading one enemy after another.

Below, many monks are

A look of horror appeared on his face.

"It's miserable, Jian Zhen passed the sword, even if you don't die, you will be seriously injured."

"Haha! Qin Li, who doesn't have a god-level armor to protect himself, tsk tsk, what a 'miserable' word!"

......

In the presence of many disciples, there was a moment of silence for Qin Li.

The three flying swords that were swiftly slashed from the sky suddenly stopped in mid-air, making a trembling humming sound.

next moment.

The three flying swords suddenly turned around.

Suspended in front of Jian Xingzhou, the tip of the sword was aimed at his chest, dantian, and between his eyebrows.

Jian Xingzhou frowned, and immediately faced the three flying swords and issued an order.

However.

In the past, he had always obeyed his three flying swords, but now, no matter how he ordered it, it was useless.

Moreover, no matter where he is, the three flying swords are aimed at his vital point from beginning to end, and they can take his life at any time.

In an instant, Jian Xingzhou only felt that the tens of thousands of pores on his body suddenly shrank, and the cold hair exploded.

The sense of danger he had never felt before made the cold sweat on his forehead burst out like rain.

This is his life flying sword, he didn't obey his command, instead the tip of the sword was aimed at their master.

"Don't you admit defeat?" Until, Qin Li's cold voice came from his ear.

Jian Xingzhou's hands drooped weakly, and finally gave up resistance, "I admit defeat!"

The next moment, the three flying swords instantly flew into the sword box behind him.

Jian Xingzhou was still in a veiled circle, and flew down from the martial arts stage in a hurry.

It wasn't until he settled down in the auditorium below that his mind recovered.

The next moment, a thought came into his mind: "Is it possible that Qin Li has already entered the sword domain?"

"No, no, how is this possible? At the age of 300 years, I realized the sword state of mind, and I can already be called a genius among geniuses. Qin Li is only eighteen years old. How could it be possible to cultivate to the sword domain state?"

"However, if it's not the sword domain, how can you explain everything just now?"

Without saying a word, he stared blankly at the extremely handsome figure on the stage.

Everyone in the audience never imagined that the incomparably powerful Jian Zhenzhuan would be forced to admit defeat by his own destiny Feijian.

Soon, another challenger appeared on the stage.

This person, in terms of cultivation, is comparable to Jian Xingzhou, but in terms of swordsmanship, he is naturally inferior to Jian Xingzhou.

However, his weapon is the Void Halberd.