Min Po was obviously not convinced when he got such a result.
He fought against Wu Xin and never fell behind or lost.
The sword in his hand will break because it cannot withstand his strength.
"You didn't lose, but your sword was broken."
Mu Feng had no intention of arguing with Min Po. He looked at the other party and said calmly, "Now, you can leave along the same path and go back to your Min home. Do you understand?"
"I don't accept it!"
Min Po shouted in a deep voice, unwilling to be eliminated.
"Not convinced?"
Mu Feng laughed and raised his hand gently like a sword.
The sword energy stepped out from his body, roaring faintly.
Seeing this, Min Po subconsciously took a few steps back.
Not to mention that now, his cultivation is still suppressed to the demigod level.
Even if he is not suppressed, he is still no match for Mu Feng.
Mu Feng wanted to kill him now, but he couldn't use the second move.
"What did you just say? Are you convinced or not?"
Mu Feng had a smile on his face, looked at Min Po and said calmly.
"I accept it!"
Min Po whispered and did not dare to shout again.
He knew that Mu Feng could do anything.
Even if they kill him here, the Min family will not do anything for him.
After all, Mu Feng is the third generation chief disciple of Jianlu.
"Just accept it."
Mu Feng smiled with satisfaction, put down his arms and put away the sword aura emanating from his body. He glanced at the twenty-four people left here and said, "Second Master Uncle, I'll wait for you on the mountainside of Guwang Peak. You can go over now."
Huh! Huh! Huh...
With Mufeng's permission, everyone immediately came out in a flash.
"Elder brother, I'm going over first too."
Ling Tian came to Mu Feng's side and said hello to Mu Feng.
"Um."
Mu Feng nodded lightly, thought for a while and reminded Ling Tian, "Luo Yi is a good person, but he wants to become the third generation disciple of Jianlu, so he is a little reluctant. In the next round, he may be eliminated. Even, maybe
His life will be in danger. Taking him with him may harm him.
."
"I see."
Ling Tian knew what Mu Feng meant and didn't say much.
Each of the remaining people must be above Luo Yi in strength.
Even if Luo Yi reaches the fifth round, it will still be difficult to stay until the end.
It doesn't make much sense for Ling Tian to help Luo Yi now.
After bidding farewell to Mu Feng, Ling Tian caught up with the crowd heading to the mountainside of Guwang Peak.
Luo Yi saw Ling Tian coming from behind and stayed for a moment to wait for Ling Tian. After picking up Ling Tian, he asked curiously, "Brother Ling Tian, what did you say to Senior Brother Mu Feng?"
"nothing."
Ling Tian shrugged and smiled. He did not tell Luo Yi what Mufeng said. He just asked Luo Yi, "Why do you want to become the third generation disciple of Jianlu?"
"ah?"
Luo Yi was stunned by Ling Tian's sudden question.
It can be seen that the other party's face is serious, and he has also thought about this issue seriously.
After a long time, Fang Shi replied to Ling Tiandao, "Becoming a disciple of Jianlu will allow me to enjoy better cultivation resources of Zhengyang Shenzong. With these resources, I can have stronger strength and surpass those who could not surpass before."
"Is that so?"
Ling Tian smiled slightly, admiring Luo Yi's sincerity.
Jianlu has an extraordinary status in Zhengyang Shenzong.
The resources used have always been the resources of Zhengyang Shenzong.
In terms of swordsmanship strength, Luo Yi is among the top ten of the younger generation of Zhengyang Shenzong.
But in terms of martial arts strength, he can only be among the top 100.
However, back then, strength did not mean talent.
Luo Yi was cautious in Zhengyang Shenzong.
Don't dare to offend others, don't dare to take risks.
Therefore, the resources he received were very limited.
It is not easy for him to achieve what he has achieved today with limited resources.
What he needs is a chance to fly forward
Heaven's chance.
Today's selection of the third generation disciple of Jianlu is also an adventure.
In the previous selection process, no one died due to this, but it is hard to say what will happen next.
"Luo Yi!"
Ling Tian's eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly shouted to Luo Yi.
"ah?"
Luo Yi turned his head and looked at Ling Tian.
"next round."
Ling Tian said, "If you can pass the next round smoothly, I will guarantee that you will become the third generation disciple of Jianlu."
Although Jianlu is convenient, it is not stated clearly.
But Ling Tian estimated that there were still two rounds left in the competition.
In the next round, twelve more people will be eliminated.
"You want me to become the third generation disciple of Jianlu?"
When Luo Yi heard this, his eyes flashed with excitement.
If someone else had said this, he would definitely not believe it.
But these words came from Ling Tian, and he believed them without doubt.
But what Ling Tian said also meant.
In the next round, Ling Tian will not help him again.
He relies on his own strength to pass the next round.
"I will do my best!"
Luo Yi thought deeply and his eyes gradually became firmer.
Ling Tian had already given him the opportunity, and he had to seize it.
Sprinting with all your strength for one round is easier than sprinting every round.
This time, he can no longer escape, and he must no longer be timid!
…
Halfway up Guwang Peak, a middle-aged man has been waiting for a long time.
This person is undoubtedly the second Jian Guqing of Jianlu.
Guqing's sword is the most domineering sword in Jianlu.
In the eyes of the world, it is also the strongest sword among the Seven Swords of Jianlu.
Of course, this has something to do with the fact that the First Sword Ci Changsheng rarely takes action.
When the twenty-four people arrived at the halfway point of Guwang Peak, they all stood in awe.
On Gu Qing, they can
I feel a strong spirit.
This aura of strength made them feel depressed, and they did not dare to take a breath.
As they were both middle-level warriors of the Divine Marquis, Mingri gave them a much more friendly feeling.
"Bring out your swords!"
Gu Qing glanced at everyone and ordered directly without talking nonsense.
When the twenty-four people heard this, they all immediately took out their swords and came out.
They know that the sword Gu Qing refers to is a low-grade divine sword.
"Did you see the number on the sword?"
After everyone took out their swords, Gu Qing said again, "Stand in a row according to the size of the numbers!"
Everyone lowered their heads and looked at the sword in their hands.
Only then did I discover that there were two numbers left on the hilt of the sword.
"01" to "72"!
Although there are only twenty-four people left here.
But the swords in their hands have the original seventy-two handles.
After receiving Gu Qing's order, everyone looked at the people on the left and right.
After learning the numbers of other people, immediately call the team according to Gu Qing.
The sky-splitting sword in Ling Tian's hand is numbered eighteen.
Everyone lined up from left to right, and he happened to be standing in sixth place.
"The rules for this round of selection are very simple."
After the twenty-four people stood still, Gu Qing said slowly, "The person on the far left of the team will fight against the person on the far right. The winner will be promoted and the loser will be eliminated. The twelve rounds of promotion will make the final selection."
Everyone knew that Gu Qing was one of them, and they all immediately looked at their opponent.
The previous selection only set standards, and anyone who met the requirements could advance.
From this moment on, the selection begins to select the best, and strength will tell the truth.
Everyone's current cultivation level is still suppressed in the demigod realm, and they only control the origin of the sword.
Such a state has shortened the gap between many people and is full of uncertainty.
At this time, Ling Tian also looked at the person sixth from the right in the team.
Suddenly I realized that this person looked familiar, but I didn't think of it for a moment.