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

He believed that he could take over no more than five true teachings from his sword. Once he tried his best, no one among the true teaching disciples would be his opponent.

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

After winning the first round, he will not be the true disciple at the end of the rankings anyway.

After this session, his ranking has to be moved forward no matter how much he says.

But he was not satisfied with this. He had to win at least twice, otherwise he would not be able to bear the punishment after the task.

In the second round of draw, the eldest senior brother Jiang Liang took the lead bye, while Lin Qianjun met with the third senior brother Pu Xingping.

As the competitions ended, the fourteen true disciples also ranked again.

Soon, it was Lin Qianjun's turn to play. He stood up from his position and took the Wufeng Sword from Zhang Yu's hand, and then used his light skills to jump onto the sword sharpening platform.

Opposite him, there was a hint of fighting spirit between Pu Xingping's eyebrows. In his hand, a short sword, which was only half the size of an ordinary long sword, was firmly held.

Lin Qianjun's eyes contained some vigilance.

The sword in Pu Xingping's hand is a red-quality weapon, and its name is [Gianjiao]. The special feature of this sword is that it can change its size and length.

At its largest time, it can be as long as five feet long, and at its smallest time, it is only the size of a palm.

If you don’t know the details, you will easily be cheated during the fight.

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

Lin Qianjun nodded, drew his sword out of the sheath, took a deep breath, and the true essence of the imitation sword quickly poured out of his dantian and covered the sword body.

Pu Xingping is different from Qiao Shihui. As the third-ranked true master in the previous session, its strength cannot be underestimated. If Lin Qianjun uses a huge amount of true energy to slash him, it will be completely useless to him.

Because he would avoid this attack before Lin Qianjun took action, he would not give Lin Qianjun a chance at all.

Again, the master can temporarily stagnate. Although this consumes the true energy very much, as long as they are not careless, Lin Qianjun's rough attack will not be able to hit them at all.

So, this time, I can only compete for hard strength.

As the true energy surged, Lin Qianjun's power was strengthened, and the weight of the sword without the edge in his hand increased sharply. He directly used the complete level of the Rain Sword Technique to attack Pu Xingping.

Pu Xingping quickly raised his hand, and the true energy moved. The giant mustard in his palm changed its size and extended to three feet long. He started to fight against Lin Qianjun head-on.

The two sides fought quickly and could not tell which one was better or worse.

While testing each other, Pu Xingping's mentality exploded a little.

Each sword of Lin Qianjun is like his name, as heavy as Qianjun. It is not easy for him to follow. Lin Qianjun's sword is urgent and has reached its peak in the use of the Shura Sword Technique. He must concentrate to the extreme to ensure that there is no flaw.

Looking at Lin Qianjun on the other end, his face was flushed and breathless, as if he didn't take this true energy consumption at all.

You know, he is just an innate realm!!

"No, if you continue to compete like this, I will definitely be the first to make a flaw." Pu Xingping instantly judged the current situation.

Although Lin Qianjun only has innate cultivation, his true energy and physical strength are not weak, and he can't fight for consumption.

In terms of sword move skills, he was also incredibly powerful. The ordinary Sword Technique of Shurp was exaggerated in his hands. Ordinary masters probably could not match him at all. Even Pu Xingping had a giant gang that could change his form, but he only made a 50-5 move in his move.

As Pu Xingping's mentality changed, the sword momentum changed, and an invisible pressure was transmitted from him.

In a vaguely, countless tiny mustard seeds emerged around him. These mustard seeds sprinkled on the ground and grew rapidly, directly forming towering trees.

This is his sword intent, tenacious vitality, and unyielding will. Although it is small, he also has a heart that is in heaven.

When he joined the Sword Sect, he was already ten years old. At this age, he had missed the best opportunity to practice martial arts. His talent was too poor. It took him three hours or even longer for others to practice the internal energy that can be extracted in one hour.

He believed that diligence can make up for his shortcomings and spent more time working hard every day to practice, but when he broke through his innate state, he was still over 20 years old. He was far behind the level of a master at the age of seventeen or eighteen.

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

He had limited understanding and could not understand ordinary sword techniques at all. So he only focused on basic sword techniques, repeatedly chewing, and repeatedly thinking and comprehending.

If you cannot comprehend the sword intent a thousand times, you can practice the sword ten thousand times. If you don’t have to, just 100,000 times. As long as the goal is there, he is always moving forward. Then one day, he will be able to touch the result.

By learning from other things and making a lot of effort, he finally realized the intent of the sword before he was thirty years old.

As long as you work hard, the mustard grass on the roadside will grow into a big tree. This is his heart and his interpretation of his swordsmanship.

Looking at the sword intent form that looked like a substance, Lin Qianjun couldn't help but feel a little shocked.

The attack of artistic conception is a state that can only be touched by concentrating the mind, and all the existences who can understand the artistic conception of the Tao in advance are geniuses.

But being able to show one's own artistic conception as if it is real is not just something that talent can explain clearly.

Lin Qianjun had some clarity in his heart. This senior brother, who was in his thirties, was probably about to break through to the realm of concentration.

"However, I have something like sword intent too!!!" Lin Qianjun shouted loudly, and a powerful aura burst out from his body, condensing a towering mountain.

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

One side is the mustard seed that is unwilling to be ordinary, and the other side is the towering mountains that are about to fall into pieces. The collision between the two sides is about to break out, and the majestic momentum makes countless people breathe slowly.

The players watching the live broadcast in the forum looked shocked. The collision of sword intent at this level was worth the ticket price.

"The mountain is falling!" Lin Qianjun shouted loudly, and as the sword fell, the towering mountain slowly fell.

Like a chain reaction, after the first big rock fell, the continuous mountains began to slide and pour down. In the rolling dust, huge pressure poured out towards Pu Xingping.

"Long!" The giant mustard in Pu Xingping's hand became larger and larger as his true energy changed, growing to a height of five feet. The countless grass mustards began to grow, resisting the slump of the mountains tightly.

"Boom~~~!!"

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

The sword-refining stone is known for its strength, but in the end it is a little powerless when facing a showdown of masters of this level.

Countless dust filled the mountain, and the power of the mountain was still stronger. Lin Qianjun's true energy was almost continuous. Although Pu Xingping's true energy was thick and his recovery was not weak, it was ultimately incomparable to Lin Qianjun's snail.

After the smoke and dust disappeared, the mountainous storm and the towering tree also disappeared. On the broken arena, Lin Qianjun slowly moved the sword away from Pu Xingping and said, "Senior Brother Pu, I'll give in."

Pu Xingping slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, held the sword and bowed slightly, then turned around and walked off the arena.

In the confrontation with Lin Qianjun, he consumed too much, and his true energy and physical strength were seriously overdrawn, and he could not even use light skills.

"Lin Qianjun won this battle." At this time, Linghu Lin came on stage and spoke loudly about the result of the game.

Back at his seat, Lin Qianjun looked through Zhuque Rankong's forum posts while secretly breathing out a breath of turbid air.

In this way, the mission progress reached two-thirds, and he still had so many trump cards. Although the semi-finals were a bit difficult to play, as long as one or two trump cards were shown, his chance of winning would not be small.

After Lin Qianjun's competition, since the sword sharpening platform here has been destroyed and cannot be used, the competition can only be arranged to another ordinary sword sharpening platform.

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

Although Kang Wu ranked sixth, Lin Qianjun heard that he was just because of his bad luck in the previous draw, and he met his senior brother Jiang Liang in advance and was beaten to pieces.

If you really want to know your strength, this true master may be ranked in the top three.

The [Dragon Slaying] sword in his hand is powerful, and standing there gives people a feeling of domineeringness and exposingness.

In less than three rounds of battle, Xin Han was forced to use Qiushui sword intent to meet the enemy, but Kang Wu just waved his sword at will and broke it, which seemed stress-free.

In the end, Xin Han failed to even force him to show his sword intent and was defeated directly.

After Xin Han, the second senior brother Su Hongan and fourth senior sister Long Huiqian were the competition.

Su Hongan finally easily defeated Long Huiqian's lake sword intent with his boundless sea sword intent.

At this point, the top four have been decided among the true disciples.

They are Lin Qianjun at the end of the previous ranking, the second senior brother Su Hongan, the sixth senior brother Kang Wu, and the eldest senior brother Jiang Liang.

Among the other three, Lin Qianjun was most afraid of meeting his senior brother Jiang Liang.

Su Hongan and Kang Wu can still analyze one or two of them from the battle, but Jiang Liang always shoots a "goal-board sword" and ends the game, and he can't judge his strength at all.

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

After waiting for a while, Lin Qianjun and the other two began drawing lots.

When the four of them showed their respective signs, Lin Qianjun slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

His opponent is Kang Wu. Although there is some uncertainty over the enemy with his senior brother Su Hongan, at least it is not just a competition with Jiang Liang.

I don’t know why, although the levels are all level 30, the senior brother who looks harmless always gives Lin Qianjun a sense of inexplicable oppression, which makes him unable to help but feel that the level of danger is higher than other true teachings.
Chapter completed!