【This inferior and stupid behavior makes you feel ridiculous.】

This time you have accurately expressed my mood.

[Just 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.】

[Task punishment: full of stench for ten days.]

I will give you three points of vision for free, don’t do it for nothing.

"Nangong Huang, the sect has its own rules, don't cross it." Wu Sheng, the elder who was responsible for the sword cutting test, spoke and stopped him.

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

Seeing this, Wu Sheng was about to stop him, but Lin Qianjun suddenly stood up and said, "Uncle Wu, it's okay. Since there are disciples asking for battle, how can I escape as the true master of the Sword Sect?"

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

Since Lin Qianjun spoke, Wu Sheng couldn't help stopping him. After taking a look at Nangong Huang, he quietly retreated to the side.

"Good boy, I dare to challenge me after hitting me. I really thought I was from the mud." Lin Qianjun moved his feet, and Lan Feng stepped on his feet, and his body instantly jumped down from the viewing place and appeared on the ring.

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

"Don't worry, it's just a competition." Lin Qianjun smiled slightly and comforted.

At this time, the other sword disciples and players who received the news on the ring stopped their actions and rushed over quickly, surrounding the sword sharpening platform where the core disciples competed here was so irrelevant.

The competition for the true teachings of the Sword Sect should have been on the last day of the Sword Sharpening Test.

It is rare to see that there is a true transmission on the first day. Even if this true transmission is just the true transmission at the end of the ranking, the meaning of this is different.

"Senior Brother Lin, I heard that you have extraordinary understanding of swordsmanship and can answer the eternal problems left by the ancestors. You have to show mercy." Nangong Huang shook his sword slightly and looked at Lin Qianjun and said, "Senior Brother Lin, come out the sword!"

Lin Qianjun smiled. He did not take the Wufeng Sword down from his seat. At this time, he just raised two fingers and pointed the sword at Nangong Huang.

"Humiliation, naked humiliation." This clearly disrespectful attitude instantly made the disciples and players of the Sword Sect below excited.

This is going to be really popular.

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

On the high platform, Xu Ziyun and the elders looked at each other and shook their heads slightly. This child is a bit too protective, but it would be better to think about it from a general perspective, at least it is a good thing for the Sword Sect.

"Lin Qianjun, even if you are the true master, how dare you humiliate me like this!" Nangong Huang shouted with anger.

"Isn't it that Junior Brother, you want my subordinates to show mercy?" Lin Qianjun said in discomfort.

When Nangong Huang heard this, his heart was furious. This attitude of not taking himself seriously was the most unacceptable thing for him.

He practiced swords at the age of four, joined the Sword Sect at the age of six, entered the inner sect at the age of twelve, and became a core disciple at the age of twenty. He thought it was a foregone conclusion that he had become a true disciple with his own talent.

However, the fact is that he is not taken seriously by the true teachings at all. Although his talent is OK, it is far behind these geniuses.

What he couldn't accept most was that a person like Lin Qianjun who just answered a question casually could become a true master, but he couldn't even meet the basic conditions for entering the assessment.

How unfair is this world?

Such thoughts were entrenched in his heart, and it was difficult for him to calm down day and night, and even made it difficult for him to swallow his meals.

Anger arose from his heart, and evil arises to his courage, so he has the idea of ​​asking Lin Qianjun for a fight today.

The worst plan he had ever made was to be imprisoned in the sword prison and feel the darkness for a while, but today, he had to decide the winner and lose with Lin Qianjun and prove himself.

Prove that I am no worse than Lin Qianjun’s true teaching!

After forcibly suppressing the anger in his heart, Nangong Huang looked at Lin Qianjun and said, "Okay, since that's the case, I will thank Senior Brother for showing mercy. However, Senior Brother Lin, you can show mercy. However, I have insufficient sword cultivation and cannot control myself. The sharp sword has no eyes. If Senior Brother Lin is injured, I hope Senior Brother Lin will not blame him."

A trace of weirdness appeared in Lin Qianjun's eyes. Did this guy actually threaten him?

Could he really think he can compete with the ward?

"Please!" Lin Qianjun nodded slightly.

"Senior Brother Lin, see what he wants!" Nangong Huang swept across the sword almost as soon as Lin Qianjun finished speaking.

Without the advantage of weapons, it would be extremely difficult for Lin Qianjun to get close to him normally.

But his perfect Lan Feng step was so fast that even the elder of the Salt Gang, who was at the level of a master, could not react, let alone Nangong Huang, who was the peak of innateness.

Lin Qianjun's feet moved and appeared behind Nangong Huang in an instant. Just when he was about to point at Nangong Huang with his fingers, he found that Nangong Huang directly waved his sword with his backhand, and his speed suddenly became much faster, and he swept towards Lin Qianjun again.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Lin Qianjun used his light skills and jumped to the other end of the ring.

The two sides confronted each other more than ten meters apart, Lin Qianjun narrowed his eyes and said, "Master Realm? Are you not the peak of the innate?"

This breath has also been restrained so well that he has not seen his true level before.

"Yes, the 23-year-old master, I am considered a gifted person, but unfortunately, a genius like me still cannot become a true disciple." Nangong Huang looked at Lin Qianjun hatred and said, "But you just need to answer a question that you don't know, and you can reach the sky in one step and become a true disciple in one go. How unfair is this world?"

Lin Qianjun thought about something.

Is it jealous?

No wonder, if you work hard for a lifetime, you won’t get any results. If you buy a lottery ticket, you can’t say anything. It’s completely unreasonable to be jealous.

But this is not the reason why you give up on yourself and get me upset. If there are too many unfair things in the world, who can draw a perfect circle?

Just as he was about to end the battle, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the player on the side.

After opening the forum and looking at it, Lin Qianjun's eyes changed and he fell into a deep thought.

Lin Qianjun gently stretched forward with his sword finger and said, "When the ancestor broke the void, he did not take the sword away because he didn't care about the sword at all. For him, plants, trees, bamboo and stone are swords. He did not rely on external objects, because he himself is the most powerful sword."

"What does it mean?" Nangong Huang completely didn't understand why Lin Qianjun said such words when he expressed his emotions.

Whether it is scolding or accusing or teaching a lesson, why would he say such irrelevant words?

"My understanding of swords may be somewhat different from that of the ancestors, but one thing is the same, that is, my strength is true and true. So I did not choose a powerful sword at the sword tomb, but took a wooden sword casually." When I said this, Lin Qianjun turned his gaze to a player in the slanted corner.

That's right, he found that some players were broadcasting his battle live.

So he immediately abandoned the idea of ​​quickly ending the battle and started to show off his character directly to the camera.

"I learned from the stone tablet of the ancestor that he understood his understanding of swords. Today, I will tell you my understanding of swords." Lin Qianjun swung his sword slightly and said, "Those who practice swords should be self-improvement!"

In the forum live broadcast room, players were talking.

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

"After that, if he really chose a sword in the sword tomb, with his talent, he would probably have to be at least of a red grade, right?"

"Who is the protagonist who is not the protagonist in this setting? I buy it with a heavy position and just rush it!!"

"I'll follow me!"

"Same for me!"

On the high platform, the elders and true disciples could not help but nod.

That's right, the disciples of the Sword Sect do rely heavily on swords, and even regard them as relatives and friends.

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

"What's the use of saying this?" Nangong Huang looked at Lin Qianjun in confusion, and his true energy surged all over his body. He wanted to decide the winner with Lin Qianjun and prove that he was not here to listen to these great principles.

Lin Qianjun shook his head, showing a look of regret.

"Oh, I was blinded by emotions and missed the opportunity in vain. This kind of mind is hard to get over the heart." An elder shook his head and sighed, feeling a pity for Nangong Huang.

On the sword-steering platform, Nangong Huang took action against Lin Qianjun again.

His master's cultivation is strong, and every attack is powerful. The countless scattered fiery true energy makes the viewers on the ring retreat.

However, these moves were completely unable to hit Lin Qianjun.

The shortcomings he made up for at the beginning were lightness skills and body skills. Even if Nangong Huang was at the level of a master and could even fly briefly, what's the use of not hitting him?

"Ranxia!" A sudden roar was heard, and a red sword energy about ten meters wide was cut from the big sword in Nangong Huang's hand, breaking the retreat of Lin Qianjun, a corner of the ring.

At this time, Lin Qianjun either chose to withdraw from the ring and lose the battle, or jumped up and became a target in the air.

The innate realm cannot be stagnant from emptiness. Generally speaking, as long as you are in emptiness, you are dead.

However, looking at Nangong Huang's expression of success in his plan, Lin Qianjun was not only calm, but also had a leisurely expression.

He swung his sword finger quickly and used the "storm" move that Zhang Yu had used before.

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

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

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

Even if Lin Qianjun does not use a sword, the true essence of the imitation sword will be automatically judged as a sword attack when used for attack. Therefore, a true essence of Lin Qianjun can fully exert twelve powers, and the sword moves themselves are also considered attacks and will also receive bonuses.

Lin Qianjun's true essence is also first-class and powerful.

Therefore, this blue skill has already exerted the power comparable to the blue skill in Lin Qianjun's hands.
To be continued...