As the Wuliang Sword Sect martial arts competition is approaching, the Gong family restaurant is becoming more and more lively, and more and more people are dying in the mouth of Lightning Miao. The reputation of Lightning Miao, Zhong Ling and Wanjie Valley is getting bigger and bigger. Gong Wan’s face is getting more and more smiles. The Qin Chao’s mind is changing more and more books, the more he talks about the books, the more smooth the wallet is getting bigger and bigger, the Beiming magical power is absorbing stronger and stronger, the first level of Lingbo Weibu is becoming more and more mature, and he finally succeeds in practicing.

Everything is available, but only the east wind is not available.

On the day of the competition, before the chicken cried, Qin Chao was scared by Zhong Ling with a lightning marten. The two of them rushed to the Wuliang Sword Sect with two fragrant big meat bags.

Zhong Ling had long suspected that Qin Chao was a martial arts master, and he used his best light skills to try out the light skills he was good at except for poison skills. Sure enough, no matter how hard she tried, she could not get rid of Qin Chao. She was fast, Qin Chao was fast, and she was slow, Qin Chao was slow. She didn't know that Qin Chao had already practiced Lingbo Weibu. Not only was the only one in the world, but at least it was first-class. However, no matter how good the light skills were, they had to support their internal strength. Qin Chao's Beiming Divine Art is powerful, and recently he used the lightning mink to absorb people's internal strength, but after transformation, the real internal strength of his own is still not much, and it is far less than Zhong Ling.

After research, the Qin Dynasty discovered that each layer of the Beiming Divine Art can only transform one-seventy-two of the internal force, and each additional layer will be transformed one more. Now that I have only practiced two levels, I can only transform two parts. If I absorb the internal force of others for 72 years and transform it into my own, I will only have two years of internal force left.

Those who died in the mouth of the Lightning Mink have an average internal strength of less than twenty years, which is very useless.

What's more, using the Beiming Divine Art to absorb the internal strength of a newly dying person can only get half of what he is when he is alive.

The Qin Dynasty's internal strength is far from comparable to Zhong Ling. Fortunately, although Lingbo Weibu is difficult to practice, the effect after successful cultivation is very magical. When using Lingbo Weibu, it can not only increase internal strength, but also increase internal strength exceeds the consumed internal strength, so that the total internal strength increases instead of decreasing. However, his Lingbo Weibu has just started the first level, and the effect of increasing internal strength is still very limited. Even so, in terms of light skills, he is confident that he is not inferior to those great masters.

With internal force, his vision became better and better. Myopia had long disappeared. Night vision was like daytime and within twenty feet, and within full moon. He felt that night vision was much stronger than flashlights. It was not that electricity was worse than internal force, but because electricity was just borrowed, not entirely own, but that internal force belonged to him. In addition, internal force directly transformed the naked eye, and electricity indirectly improved vision through flashlights.

Along the way, the trees were lush and the scenery was picturesque, birds were singing, rabbits were racing, wild boars were flocking, and mountain bears were in pairs, which made Qin Dynasty's eyes look straight.

The genius was hazy and bright, and the two had already arrived at the gate of the Wuliang Sword Sect.

Among the disciples of the mountain guard, there was a named Shang Yuqing who liked to drink at the Gong Family Restaurant. Recently, I became obsessed with listening to books. When I saw Qin Dynasty's light skills from afar, my eyes were almost glaring out.

"Big, big, hero, heroine!"

"Please, please, please come in."

When Qin Chao and Zhong Ling walked out of the distance, Shang Yuqing was still stunned

"Senior Brother Shang, which kind of hero is this?" A mountain-guarding disciple said curiously, "I see that they are very young and don't look like heroes! The hero's children are almost the same."

"Junior Brother Qu, don't talk about you, I can't imagine you! ** I absolutely couldn't imagine that the man was a storyteller. According to the man, the woman was the only daughter of the Lord of Wanjie Valley. Don't be surprised, the man knew everything in the sky and under the earth, and I didn't believe it very much, just like now I still can't believe that he can do martial arts..." Shang Yuqing's face was very stiff and stupid, but his words were organized and his words were clear.

"Even if you know martial arts, what's so strange?" said the junior brother named Qu, puzzled.

"If someone else knows martial arts, of course it's not surprising at all. But you don't know..."

The next words, because they were too far apart, Qin Chao could no longer hear clearly and was not interested in listening. His current interest was mainly on the attack of the Wuliang Sword Sect of the "Shennong Gang". He had already learned from Zhong Ling that the "Shennong Gang" planned to use poison to kill the Wuliang Sword Sect in one place during the day of the martial arts competition. After Zhong Ling heard this secret, he had already been preparing to watch the fun and see the poison skills of the "Shennong Gang". Qin Chao also heard from Zhong Ling.

When it came, the "Shennong Gang" only killed the people of the Wuliang Sword Sect, Zhong Ling could not explain the reason. Qin Chao had long thought seriously that if he practiced to become the first level of Lingbo Weibu, no matter whether the "Shennong Gang" killed or killed people outside the Wuliang Sword Sect, he would undoubtedly go away. If the first level of Lingbo Weibu cannot reach the first level, he would not bother to watch it no matter how lively it is. "A gentleman does not stand under the dangerous wall." Between watching the fun and his own life, he attached more importance to the latter.

Even if he practiced Lingbo Weibu, he still didn't dare to be too careless.

Previously, he had collected a lot of information about the Wuliang Sword Sect from those who wanted to join the Wuliang Sword Sect.

The Wuliang Sword Sect was originally divided into three sects in the east, north and west. The Northern Sect has declined in recent decades, but both the East and West Sects have become more talented. The Wuliang Sword Sect founded the Wuliang Mountain Sect in Nanzhao during the Later Tang Dynasty, and the head of the Wuliang Mountain Sect lived in the Wuliang Mountain Sword Lake Palace. Since the Song Ren period was divided into three sects during the reign of the Song Dynasty, every five years, the disciples of the three sects competed in the Jianhu Palace. The winning sect had the power to live in the Jianhu Palace for five years, and then competed again in the sixth year. Five sword fights

, the winner is the winner. During these five years, although the loser tried his best to study and try to cleanse his previous shame in the next sword meeting, the winner did not dare to relax at all. The Northern Sect won forty years ago and moved into Jianhu Palace. Five years later, he lost and left the palace. The leader was angry and led his disciples to Shanxi. Since then, he no longer participated in sword competition and did not communicate with the East and West Sects. Over the past thirty-five years, the East Sect has won and lost each other. The East Sect has won four times and the West Sect has won two times.

Qin Dynasty and Zhong Ling used their superior light skills to travel around Jianhu Palace, as if they were entering a no-man's land.

When they arrived at the martial arts hall, the competition had just begun. Two disciples of Wuliang Sword Sect from the field came and swords, and the gold and iron clashed, and the battle was fierce. The head of the hall was headed. There were two people sitting in the upper head. She was Xin Shuangqing, the head of the Western Sect of Wuliang Sword Sect. The lower head was an old man over fifty years old, with his long beard twisted in his right hand and his expression was flying. He was Zuo Zimu, the head of the Eastern Sect of Wuliang Sword Sect. The seats of the two were more than one meter apart, and there were more than twenty male and female disciples standing behind each other. On a row of chairs to the west, there were more than ten guests, some of which were notaries invited by the heads of the East and West Sects, and the rest were guests who came to watch the ceremony. These people were well-known people in the martial arts world in Yunnan, and Ren Xihua and Zhu Dao were among them. Only the young man in blue who sat at the lowest head was an unknown person.

The Qin Dynasty guessed that it was Duan Yu.

Zhong Ling's eyes rolled and pulled Qin Chao to jump onto the beam of the room.

The two of them disagreed, but everyone was shocked. The beam of the room was more than a foot higher than the head. Although there were a few people in the hall who were confident that they could jump up, they also believed that they could not be as relaxed as they were. Moreover, both of them were so young and so unruly, and they were even more presumptuous than in their own homes. Among them, Ren Xihua and Zhu Dao were the most surprised, especially Zhu Dao, who was so open that he could stuff his fists into his mouth, and his saliva flowed, as if he had dementia.

Xin Shuangqing's eyes glowed.

Zuo Zimu's face was gloomy and he didn't know what to do for a moment.

"You guys continue to compete! Why are you staring at us?" Although Zhong Ling's words were not nice, they were very innocent and temporarily solved Zuo Zimu's predicament.
Chapter completed!