This scared Jiang Liu. As a last resort, Jiang Liu took out some cultivation resources and gave them to him, so that he could work hard to practice and enter the inner sect as soon as possible.

Jiang Liu's original intention was to stay away from this talkative junior brother. Who knew that this gift made Haoran cry again, but he was a man, otherwise he would have promised Jiang Liu's great kindness with his body.

Finally, half a year ago, in order to live up to Jiang Liu's expectations for him, his junior brother Haoran devoted himself to practicing hard and always successfully broke through the fifth level of Qi Condensation.

After that, he happily ran to Jiang Liu's residence to report the good news. Jiang Liu was so happy that he burst into tears when he learned this information.

Then he taught Haoran that he would be the best person if he could not be very happy with merit, or if he ended with hardships, he would become the best person. When he entered the inner sect, he must work hard to practice.

Finally, in order not to disappoint his senior brother, Haoran made great ambitions and would definitely work hard to practice and live up to his expectations for him. Then he reluctantly said goodbye to Jiang Liu and entered the inner sect.

When Jiang Liu saw Haoran finally left, he was so excited that he almost couldn't sleep, and he was almost beating the drums and gongs to see him off.

Jiang Liu never thought that the inner sect was so big that he met him the first day he came in. Could this be the legendary fate? But why is this fate not put in the junior sister or the beautiful senior sister?

At this time, Haoran said again: "Senior Brother Jiang, are you asking what happened before? This matter is so big. Now most of the inner sects have spread all over the place. Just this morning, a sword cultivator who came from outside suddenly came to Lingyun Sect to challenge our Lingyun Sect. Moreover, this sword cultivator is still a martial arts practitioner, not a cultivator. However, his strength is terrible and he has defeated more than a dozen senior brothers and sisters in the inner sect in a row. I heard that the elders of the inner sect have already alarmed."

‘Challenge, the sword practitioner who practices martial arts.’

Hearing Haoran's words, Jiang Liu was a little interested. Someone dared to come to Lingyun Sect to challenge him, and he was also a sword cultivator who practiced martial arts.

In the practice world of Zhao Dynasty, Lingyun Sect is very strong in swordsmanship.

Now suddenly a sword cultivator came to Lingyun Sect to challenge him, which is very interesting.

What’s even more interesting is that this sword cultivator is not a cultivator, but a warrior.

Jiang Liu now has a good understanding of the world. In the entire Zhao Dynasty, everyone dreams of becoming a monk. Because as long as they become a monk, it is unexpected that they may have a long life span.

It is very difficult to become a monk. The Zhao Dynasty has a population of hundreds of millions, but very few have the qualifications to practice. Without practice, it means that they cannot become monks.

Some people who cannot become monks think about practicing, which leads to the emergence of warriors.

Warriors exercise their bodies and practice internal strength, and have the levels of physical training, acquired and innate.

The monks have magical magic weapons, magic weapons, talismans, pills and various magical magical powers.

This leads to monks generally looking down on warriors because their strength is relatively weak.

It is not a reason why the monks look down on the martial arts of ordinary people, because the strongest innate realm of martial arts in the world of ordinary people is about the same as the fourth level of Qi Condensation. However, if you want to become an innate master, it may take a lifetime to reach it. In Lingyun Sect, every inner disciple in the lowest level of Qi Condensation is above the fifth level of Qi Condensation.

Now, a warrior sword cultivator from the mortal world came to Lingyun Sect to challenge, and he even challenged his inner disciples as soon as he came up. Jiang Liu actually admired this person who dared to challenge him.

"As one of the five major sects, is your Lingyun Sect the only strength of this?"

"It's too arrogant, let me meet you for a while."

"Who are you? I am unparalleled, the undefeated and unknown person under the sword."

"Remember. I am Zhao Qinghe, who ranks 199th in the inner disciples."

"Zhao Qinghe? Could it be Zhao Qinghe, known as the Qinghe Sword?"

"It's him. If it were Qinghe Sword, he would definitely defeat this arrogant boy."

"Yes, this kid is so arrogant. He dares to come to our Lingyun Sect to challenge him. He really doesn't know how to live or die."

From afar, Jiang Liu heard the shouts coming from the front. After hearing Haoran's statement, after the system's reward formation +1, Jiang Liu was also pulled aside by his junior brother Haoran to watch.

Jiang Liu looked at the stage, a young man in white clothes, carrying an ancient sword, stood proudly. Seeing Zhao Qinghe coming to the stage with Qinghe sword, a fighting spirit that was excited to the bone condensed in his eyes. Jiang Liu could even see his trembling hands and the swelling blood in his body.

Buzz ~.

The ancient sword carried by the young man in white clothes was trembling and trembling, as if he felt his master's mood and aroused a sense of fighting.

At this moment, a terrible force was accumulated in his body, trying to break through the air and tear apart all the constraints in the world.

Seeing this, Jiang Liu was shocked and felt a pressure and a hidden crisis. He couldn't help but be shocked: "This secular swordsman who looks like he is seventeen or eighteen years old can actually bring such a strong sense of crisis to himself... You know, now he has the strength of the eighth level of Qi Condensation."

Jiang Liu didn't know why, but suddenly felt a strange feeling, as if he had a familiar feeling with the young man in white carrying an ancient sword on it. However, this feeling passed away with a strange light in Jiang Liu's heart.

Now Jiang Liu was thinking about how to leave here. He had a premonition that if he didn't leave quickly, trouble would come.

Looking left and right, I found that there seemed to be a lot of people around me. But he, the junior brother Haoran, was not only looking at the duel, but his eyes were looking at him from time to time, with a hint of heat in his eyes. It was this hint of heat that made Jiang Liu feel more and more uneasy.

‘No, you have to leave here as soon as possible, otherwise something bad will definitely happen.’

The increasingly strong bad premonition made Jiang Liu frown slightly. He was about to retreat behind everyone, and a shout made him frightened.

"Senior Brother Jiang, if you go up and compete with him, you will definitely be able to defeat him. Are you right?"

Haoran spoke out, his words were full of confidence in Jiang Liu, and even his voice was as high as thousands.

The people who had been quieter when the Qinghe Sword came on the field heard these sudden words and looked at Jiang Liu with all their eyes.

Even the young man in white-clothed sword-backed with snow on the stage looked at Jiang Liu when he heard the sound. When he saw Jiang Liu, he seemed to have encountered a strong enemy, his body was filled with passion and his fighting spirit, and he broke through the sky.

When I saw everyone looking at me, a trace of cold sweat was left on my forehead, "Damn it, I knew, I knew that something bad would definitely happen, so I shouldn't have been to crowded places."

Haoran saw Jiang Liu's expression and looked puzzled, "Senior Brother Jiang, what's wrong with you? Am I wrong? With your strength... um... um..."

Seeing that his junior brother Haoran was going to make trouble for himself again, Jiang Liu hurriedly covered his mouth, looked at everyone, and smiled and said, "Haha, continue, you continue. My master likes to talk nonsense recently, don't care, don't care." After Jiang Liu said that, he dragged his junior brother Haoran away.

"cut."

A singular voice sounded, and everyone looked at the battle stage again.

The junior brother Haoran and Jiang Liu covered his mouth and dragged it away, with a hint of pain, a little resentment, and a little confused.

‘With Senior Brother Jiang’s strength, he can obviously go up and defeat the other party, so why doesn’t he go up? This is a good opportunity to maintain the reputation of the sect.’

On the stage, the young man in white clothes, as snowy as he saw Jiang Liu, had never left him. The blood in his body became more and more boiling, and the ancient sword behind him felt the master's fighting spirit tremble more and more.

When an inner disciple named Liu Qinghe saw Wushuang ignore him, a hint of anger appeared in his eyes. He was also a disciple of the inner disciple ranked 199. Now, you, a martial artist from the mortal world, dare to ignore him, how can you not be angry?

He shouted angrily: "Arrogant boy, I am an undefeated unknown person under the Qinghe Sword, please report to the name."

The young man named Wushuang looked away from Jiang Liu and turned to Liu Qinghe with a hint of fighting spirit in his eyes. However, the fighting spirit in his eyes was lower than when he looked at Jiang Liu.

Wushuang didn't reply, and looked at Liu Qinghe with a cold look. "Come on, let me see, how strong you are, is it worth my sword drawing?"

Seeing that the other party didn't even pull out the sword, Liu Qinghe became angry and shouted angrily: "If I kill you later, don't blame me for not reminding you."

"If you can kill me, it proves that I only have this ability and do not deserve to live in this world."

"Come and fight."

An angry shout sounded, Liu Qinghe shook the long sword in his hand, the steps under his feet were windy, the cold light flashed in his eyes, and turned into a blue afterimage, which hit Wushuang in the blink of an eye. The speed shocked everyone in the audience.

"This speed and this bodywork are worthy of being the Qinghe Sword, and their strength is really not enough."

The young man in white had his pupils shrank, and Liu Qinghe's sword in his sight seemed to have expanded several times. A ball of gorgeous golden light burst out from the sword, turning into a powerful light flow that suppressed space, impacting him.

Bang bang.

Wushuang, a young man in white, suddenly raised his hand and patted his palms in front of him. The first palm was slapped out and turned into a continuous force, colliding with the force that suppressed the void. The second palm was slapped out and turned into a force as strong as a volcano, and fiercely attacked Liu Qinghe's sword.

Bang!!

The palm of the body's body faced the sharp sword, but it was not damaged at all.

On the contrary, Liu Qinghe's sword shook, and the powerful shock force made him stagger. With a trembling hand, the sword almost fell.

Liu Qinghe, who had stabilized his body, looked at Wushuang, who was as white as snow, with a hint of disbelief.

Everyone in the audience couldn't believe that this young man in white was so strong. Is this still the warrior they knew? Do mortals really have such power?

At this moment, somewhere in the inner door, an old man looked at the snowy young man Wushuang below the stage and gently stroked his gray beard. "What a sword, good qualification, but unfortunately he has no spiritual veins and has no chance of practicing."
Chapter completed!