Ling asked, Xi Yun and his wife had just finished chatting for a few words when a figure of a man in black robes landed on the top of the mountain.
When Mu Feng saw this person, he immediately bowed to him and said, "Third Master Uncle!"
"Um." .??.
The man in black robe simply responded and walked straight towards Ling Wen.
This person's name is Mingri, and he is the third sword in Jianlu.
"Your Excellency, Master invites you!"
After two or three steps, Ming Ri came to Ling Wen and cupped his fists.
If anyone else were here, they would be shocked by what they saw.
The third sword of Jianlu, Mingri, is a warrior in the middle realm of Shenhou.
However, such a person treated Ling Wen with great courtesy.
"That old guy wants to ask me to be your sparring partner again."
When Ling Wen heard Ming Ri's words, his face showed a helpless expression, "If it weren't for Tian'er, I really don't want to come to this Jianlu."
"Ask uncle what you said."
When Mu Feng heard this, he couldn't help but laugh and said, "When Master asked you to practice with me, didn't he also give you training? I feel that every time you leave Master, your strength seems to have improved."
"It would be strange if you don't improve your strength while practicing with a quasi-god king."
Ling Wen said as he stepped on the ground, his figure disappeared in an instant.
He has been to the place of cultivation of the master of Jianlu more than once.
If we go there now, we don’t need Ming Sun to lead the way.
After Ling Wen left, Ming Ri looked down at the sword forest and fell on Ling Tian, "Mu Feng, the young man who is breaking the sword battle should be Ling Wen's son Ling Tian, right?"
"It's him."
Mu Feng smiled and nodded.
In Yunding Tiangong, both Fifth Sword Haitian and Sixth Sword Qiu Zhen met Ling Tian.
But the third sword Mingri has never been seen.
Although he has never seen it, he has also heard the master of Jianlu and Mu Feng mention Ling Tian.
I was very curious in my heart about what kind of person could get the attention of the Lord of Jianlu.
He didn't think that Ling Tian was able to get the attention of the Lord of Sword House just because of Ling Wen's relationship.
Because he understands the master of Sword House and values his sword cultivation talent very much.
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"How long has it been since he broke the sword trap?"
Mingri looked curious and asked Ling Tian again.
"Almost, more than two hours, right?"
Mu Feng made a rough estimate and answered Ming Ri.
"It took more than two hours to break through to the third game, which is pretty good!"
Mingri nodded and gave a good evaluation.
As a master of swordsmanship in Jianlu, Mingri's requirements are undoubtedly higher than those of ordinary people.
It is an extremely rare thing to be recognized by Pluto Sun.
However, as soon as Ming Ri finished speaking, the Sword Bureau stone tablet moved.
Before that, Ling Tian had already taken a step forward and actively triggered the fourth sword round.
"After more than two hours, we reached the fourth game."
Mu Feng saw this scene and responded to Ming Ri's words with a smile.
Ming Ri raised his eyebrows slightly, a little surprised, feeling that he had underestimated Ling Tian, "How long did it take you to break through to the fourth game?"
"Three whole hours, not as fast as him."
Mu Feng replied with a smile, not feeling unhappy at all because he was surpassed by Ling Tian.
Even, he felt proud that Ling Tian's performance surpassed his own.
"This Ling Tian is very capable."
While Mingri muttered, he slowly turned around.
Although he was surprised by Ling Tian's performance, he had no intention of continuing to pay attention.
After saying that, his figure flickered and turned into a black shadow and disappeared.
"breeze!"
At this time, Xi Yun called Mu Feng softly.
Mu Feng turned around and looked over, and Xi Yun said with a look of relief, "Tian'er has you in Jianlu, and it seems there is nothing for me to worry about, so I'll ask you to take more care of Tian'er. Zixiao Temple is busy with affairs, I have to hurry up
go back."
"Ah...this...
…”
Mu Feng helplessly spread his hands, feeling tired.
I wonder why this couple doesn't even care about their own son?
One is going to be a sparring partner for the Lord of Sword House, and the other is going back to Zixiao Temple. ??
It was too tiring to leave him alone as a senior to take care of Ling Tian...
Xi Yun saw Mu Feng's dilemma, but didn't say anything more.
Because he knew that Mu Feng was like this.
After smiling at Mufeng, he also left the top of the mountain.
"It seems that I can't lie down flat..."
Mu Feng sighed and took out a bottle of wine.
Sitting on the ground, drinking and watching the excitement of Jianlin.
…
At this time, the sword forest was already filled with people.
Those who are not disciples of the Zhengyang Shen Sect would not know what Ling Tian means by defeating three rounds in three hours.
But all the disciples of the Zhengyang Shen Sect knew what this meant.
The master of the Sword House has set up the sword bureau until now, although it has only been a few decades.
But so far, no one has managed to break three games in a row within three hours.
Even Mu Feng, who has now become the third generation chief of Jianlu, spent a full three hours.
Five hours later, the fourth game was broken!
Eight hours later, the fifth game was broken!
Twelve hours later, the sixth game was broken!
In twelve hours, he broke six games in a row and everyone was shocked.
More and more people put their cultivation on hold and came towards the Sword Bureau.
"At the speed this guy breaks sword rounds, I believe he can even break ten rounds!"
"Break ten games in a row? Doesn't that mean he surpassed Senior Brother Mu Feng and set a new record?"
"In terms of speed alone, he has surpassed Senior Brother Mu Feng and set a new record."
Discussions arose one after another, and everyone speculated that Ling Tian would eventually be able to break several games in a row.
However, these discussions did not affect Ling Tian at all.
Because at this time Ling Tian was completely
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call!
At this time, several figures descended one after another.
"Son of God!"
When all the disciples of the Zhengyang Shen Sect saw one of them, they all bowed and saluted.
Their respect for this man was no less than that of Mu Feng.
Gu Wuhuan, the divine son of Zhengyang Shenzong, is the peerless genius of Zhengyang Shenzong.
His martial arts strength and cultivation are even higher than Mu Feng, and he is in the middle realm of the Divine Lord.
"Is this person Junior Brother Mu Feng?"
Gu Wuhuan seemed to have heard of Ling Tian and asked lightly.
"yes!"
A disciple of the Zhengyang Shen Sect walked out immediately after hearing this and replied.
"How long did it take?"
Gu Wuhuan asked this person.
From the position of the rocks, he had already judged that Ling Tian had entered the seventh round.
"Twelve hours!"
The previous Zhengyang Shenzong disciple replied.
"Twelve hours? That's pretty fast."
Gu Wuhuan said, turning to look at the woman beside him, "Chu Wen, this person may be your rival for the position of the third generation disciple of Jianlu."
"This time we are recruiting six people for the third generation disciple selection of Jianlu. I don't have to compete with him."
The woman named Chu Wen stared at Ling Tian and spoke softly.
He said this, but his eyes flickered, and there was clearly hostility emerging.
The selection of the third generation disciples of Jianlu only recruited six people.
Ling Tian showed strong competitiveness and reduced this quota.
This makes those who have the ability to win the quota somewhat unhappy.
"So it is."
Gu Wuhuan smiled slightly and did not deny what Chu Wen said, but still expressed his own opinion, "This time for the selection of the third generation disciples of Jianlu, swordsmanship masters from the entire Zixiao Realm will participate, and the competition is very fierce.
"
"I may not be inferior to him!"
Chu Wen's eyes were slightly cold, and his eyes flashed with sharpness.