The crowd looked anxiously at the front of the corridor, where 48 people gathered. All the people in lingbang were here except yubinglan and Nanmen maple.

Feeling the eyes of the crowd, the people of lingbang immediately doubled their pressure. War, self humiliation; If you don\'t fight, you will offend all the disciples here. You can\'t afford the curse!

"I\'ll come!" a figure came out, which relieved everyone present.

The crowd was excited to stay in the rain and ice haze. Lingbang was relieved to alleviate the embarrassment in front of him. He just looked at the back and his eyes were full of pity, "it\'s still too young!"

Fu Kong stood in the challenge arena and looked at the first person in the spirit list in front of him. Covered with light gauze, he could only see a pair of smart eyes, beautiful hair and shawl. His eyes did not fluctuate at all. It was like that eternal glacier, which made people look up from a distance.

"I\'ll help you, elder martial sister Yu!"

"Please!" the rain ice haze replied faintly.

"The strength of air support is good. It should be able to catch three moves!"

Nanmen Feng looked sideways. It was the man who had just quarreled with Mu Pengcheng. Good strength! Can you take three moves? Is the rain ice haze so strong? Fu Kong understood the meaning of the sword as he did, and it seemed to be colder than his sword.

On the challenge arena, yubinglan stood quietly. Everything around her seemed to have nothing to do with her. Fukong knew that yubinglan was holding his own identity and didn\'t want to start first. He immediately waved it and took out the long sword.

As soon as the long sword came out, the momentum of holding the air suddenly changed, and the whole person was sharp, like a sharp sword out of the scabbard.

"Sword meaning?" Yu binglan\'s jade lips and teeth were light, and his eyes showed a trace of curiosity. He whispered, "I heard that there are two freshmen who understand the meaning of sword this year, and who is another one?" and he looked at the crowd in front of the corridor.

Fu Kong said, "he\'s not here."

"Oh?" Yu binglan whispered, "that\'s a pity. He can only have a chance to experience it when he breaks through the real environment in the future."

True state? The crowd is in an uproar. Is yubinglan finally going to break through the real world? She stayed at the peak of the spirit realm for three years. Once she broke through the true realm, her strength will leap again. Now she can beat the real world without defeat. How strong will she be after breaking through?

Many old students breathed a sigh of relief and felt that the mountain on their head was finally going to be moved away.

Fukong looked unchanged. He didn\'t intend to win this war, just wanted to see where his gap was?

The long sword spits out a blue light and cuts it out quickly. The sword intention bursts out and a blue light envelops it.

"Flashy!" whispered Yu binglan. A glimmer of disappointment flashed in his eyes. His hand was like a catkin. He waved it gently. The green light dissipated instantaneously wherever he went. He held the air with a dull hum and retreated three steps.

Help empty eyes full of unwilling color, "can\'t you stop a move?"

"Poof!" He spewed out a mouthful of blood, and fukong looked pale and disillusioned. Is he really so bad? Even Yu binglan couldn\'t catch a palm. She was just the peak of the spirit realm.

"The swordsman is strong and unyielding, and his heart is like a rock. He needs to have the determination to move forward bravely and cut off all the vanity. He is so decadent after a few setbacks. Let\'s keep the sword. That\'s all for the martial arts!"

When he shook his body, he suddenly realized. Yes, the martial arts competition is to find his own shortcomings. How can he despair because of temporary gains and losses?

Along the way of martial arts, the spirit realm is just beginning and has not yet started. There is a wider world behind. What does it matter whether you win or lose at the moment?

"Thanks for your advice, elder martial sister Yu!"

As soon as the air holding momentum was restrained, the decadent air was swept away, and the face was ancient. It seemed that nothing had happened just now.

Yubinglan\'s beautiful eyes lit up and said with a little surprise: "people who can understand the meaning of the sword are really extraordinary. See you after the real realm."

After fukong stepped down, the scene fell into silence again. At this time, Nanmen Feng\'s heart was like rough waves and ups and downs, "wrong! It was always wrong!"

Each palm of rain ice haze seems flat and light, but it contains a momentum, an invincible momentum, an indescribable momentum. Fukong\'s attack seems dazzling, but Yuanli is too scattered and can be easily broken. Nanmen Maple also has the same problem.

Nanmen Maple was silent. He seemed to have grasped something, but he couldn\'t understand it all the time. He always felt that it was so bad. Wandering outside the door without entering made his mind fluctuate and his breath unstable.

"Who else wants to go on stage?"

The rain ice haze in white stood on the stage and waited quietly. Cultivation could no longer be suppressed and was about to enter the real world, but she always felt that she was missing some. I want to gain something in this challenge arena.

"I\'ll come!" Nanmen Feng said calmly and walked slowly towards the challenge arena. This war is imperative. Only after personal experience can Nanmen Maple open that door, the elusive and uncertain door.

That will be another world for the warrior! Nanmen maple is sure that there will be earth shaking changes.

"Who is he? I don\'t know it\'s the battle of spirit list. What qualifications does he have to take the stage?"

"The seventh floor of Lingjing also wants to go on stage. Roll down quickly!"

"Shut up!" Mu Pengcheng roared loudly, "Nanmen brothers are people of lingbang. Why can\'t they go on stage? On the contrary, it\'s you losers who don\'t have the qualifications and courage to bark here!"

Nanmen Maple has never appeared since he entered the spirit list that day. The old students who came back naturally haven\'t seen it. They didn\'t think that the seventh floor of the spirit realm could occupy the spirit list.

Since Ziyun University set up the spirit list, Nanmen maple is the first person to enter the spirit list with the strength of the seventh floor of the spirit realm!

"This year\'s freshmen are really rubbish. The seventh floor of the spiritual realm can enter the spiritual list!"

"Isn\'t it? The worst ones last year seemed to have the strength of the eight levels of the spirit realm!"

"Are you crazy? It\'s good for someone to challenge, even if he is in the martial arts realm. Do you expect him to defeat elder martial sister Yu?"

The crowd suddenly realized that someone\'s challenge meant that yubinglan couldn\'t leave for the time being. Of course they were willing. As for Nanmen Maple? It doesn\'t matter whether you live or die.

"The seventh floor of the spirit realm?" the rain ice haze was beautiful and wrinkled. Those with poor strength were OK. They were not qualified to take the stage at all. "Is it?" the face behind the rain ice haze gauze was cold and identified Nanmen Maple as a disciple.

"You will regret it!" murmured yubinglan.

Nanmenfeng stepped onto the challenge arena and waved out Xuanyuan sword. Yubinglan is the strongest opponent he has encountered at present. In this war, we seek not to win but to solve our doubts. Of course, he has no strength to defeat yubinglan.

"At xiananmen maple, please teach elder martial sister Yu."

Rain binglan\'s jaw was light. Even if she thought Nanmen Feng was a disciple, she nodded with restraint.

"I have an unkind request. I hope elder martial sister Yu can agree." Nanmen Feng said again.

Rain ice haze face has displeasure, light way: "say."

Nanmen Feng said, "I just hope elder martial sister Yu will do her best to solve my doubts."

"Oh?" Xiumu looked at Nanmen maple for the first time. Her eyes were clear and her face was calm. She didn\'t look like a dirty man. "Am I wrong?" yubinglan said faintly, "OK!"

"Thank you!"

The Xuanyuan sword shook gently, and the momentum scattered. The sword intention condensed. An invisible pressure pressed towards the rain and ice haze. The soles of the feet moved, and the eight changes of the wind spread. A sword cut out and arrived in an instant.

Rain binglan\'s eyes flashed a different color, "it turns out that he is another person who understands the meaning of the sword. Unfortunately, his cultivation is poor."

When the dull palm was pushed out, it fell into the eyes of Nanmen maple, but there was a feeling of sudden opening. "It turned out to be so, the avenue is so simple!" Nanmen Maple suddenly opened up, closed his eyes, turned the sword potential, and let the consciousness lead, Xuanyuan sword stabbed out aimlessly.

Rain ice Lan\'s face changed, "is he covered?" the fast change made her a little unprepared. It was easy for her to defuse the sword. What really shocked her was the transformation of Nanmen Feng\'s sword. Did he really understand?

Rain binglan is a little uncertain. She forcibly suppresses cultivation and stays at the peak of the spiritual realm for three years. It is for all this. Until now, she is still lacking. But nanmenfeng found the mystery in the blink of an eye. Did he really understand it?

With a slap, Yuan Li withdrew three points. There may be some harvest in this war. Yubinglan doesn\'t want to end too soon!

The palms and swords intersected, and there was no imagined strong collision. The yuan force fluctuated slightly and dispersed immediately.

The maple in the South Gate suddenly opened up, and the fighting spirit was high in his heart. Then another sword was slowly stabbed out. There is no dazzling light, no sound of wind and thunder that shocked people\'s hearts, only the cold sword meaning, invincible, piercing and cold sword meaning.

"He really understands. What he lacks is training."

Yubinglan\'s mouth was filled with a faint smile. In the spirit realm, Nanmen Maple was his first interested opponent. No, he\'s not an opponent yet. "Why didn\'t you show up a few years earlier?"

The rain ice haze was slapped again. Nanmen Maple felt that the surrounding air seemed to be imprisoned, and his steps became extremely heavy. He hurried to resist the wind and rushed out. At this time, yubinglan\'s palm has been photographed in front of him.

The sword flies!

The same sword has a qualitative change from before. Before, the sword power was amazing, and the surrounding yuan forces were trembling with it; Now, the appearance seems ordinary, and Yuanli is more condensed.

The previous attack can cover a square foot, but the current attack is only in the range of a slap in the face. The refinement of Yuan force makes this sword more destructive!

Bang!

Nanmen Maple\'s body retreated rapidly and her blood rolled. She was secretly surprised. "She hasn\'t done her best." a trace of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth. Due to this setback, Nanmen Maple\'s war intention was stronger.

A sword startles thunder! It is understood that Nanmen Feng has a big heart and doesn\'t spit out. He just wants to fight a painful war. It doesn\'t matter whether he wins or loses.

Mu Pengcheng\'s voice just now made yubinglan lose his favor for Nanmen maple. His beautiful eyes were cold and secretly decided to teach him some lessons.

The jade hand swung gently, and the surrounding yuan force suddenly fluctuated violently, which immediately returned to plain. With a slap, the crowd under the stage looked ordinary, "is it really mercy?"

Nanmen Feng\'s eyes are solemn. This palm can only be understood after personal experience. It is no worse than the real martial arts. Yubinglan is angry, but this is what he wants to see.

War!

The jade hand patted on the sword without fear. The maple at the south gate only felt a strong force like a huge wave. The sword light dissipated. The great force poured in madly along the Xuanyuan sword. The body was rocked high and high. He hurried to resist the wind in the air. He took five steps in a row, hovered and landed in the air, and retreated two steps to stop his body.