Text Chapter 71 Battle

"Three months later, a life and death battle!" Lin Xuan's sonorous and powerful voice shocked everyone around him.

"Is this kid crazy? He actually wants to challenge Zhang Qian?"

"Haha, I was laughing so hard. Who does he think he is, a peerless genius?"

People around him shook their heads, and the group following Zhang Qian even laughed wildly.

"Boy, you are so talented, you dare to challenge me." Zhang Qian's eyes were full of disdain, "Well, let you live for three months. After three months, I will torture you in front of everyone. And die!"

"Damn! Zhang Qian actually took part in the battle, and it was a battle of life and death!" The crowd around him was boiling.

There was no wave in Lin Xuan's eyes. He was confident in himself. He would definitely win in three months.

Thinking of this, Lin Xuan ignored everyone's gaze and left the Cultivation Tower with Ye Qing. After Lin Xuan left, the news spread throughout the inner sect instantly.

Almost everyone is laughing at Lin Xuan's arrogance, and some have even predicted Lin Xuan's tragic situation three months later.

"Lin Xuan, you are too reckless. Zhang Qian is an eighth-level monk of Pulse Condensation. In addition, he often travels on missions and has rich practical experience. With such a person, you still dare to ask for a fight!"

The practice became slower and slower as the practice progressed. Ye Qing didn't believe that Lin Xuan could reach the eighth level of pulse condensation in three months, and couldn't help but worry about him secretly.

"Don't worry, senior sister, I have my own sense of discretion." Lin Xuan was very calm.

After bidding farewell to Ye Qing, Lin Xuan returned to his small courtyard. Today's battle was just a brief interlude. He knew that this day would come sooner or later. As long as he understood the seeds of Sword Intent within three months, it would be easy to kill Zhang Qian.

His biggest gain was still in the spiritual space. Without any external help, he relied on his own strength to fight and exert his own strength to the limit.

This kind of virtual battle can still be fed back to Lin Xuan's body after he returns to reality. Lin Xuan has to admire this method.

In the way of swordsmanship, when the sword technique is practiced to perfection, there will be a hint of sword momentum. The sword posture is divided into entry, small, great and perfect. After the sword posture comes the sword intention.

When they were in the outer sect, the swordsmanship of Lin Xuan, Jiang Yulong and others were at the entry level, and they could not exert much power. But now, Lin Xuan has a sword intention seed in his body. As long as he understands it even 10%, he can trample most people under his feet.

According to his estimation, the power of sword intention that he can exert now is only comparable to that of sword power. It can be said that he has not even scratched the surface of sword intention.

I will go to the Cultivation Tower again tomorrow and try to gain enlightenment as soon as possible. Lin Xuan made a decision.

The next day, Lin Xuan walked on the road alone.

When the inner disciples saw Lin Xuan, they pointed and discussed in low voices from time to time, but Lin Xuan laughed it off.

He went straight to the third floor of the Cultivation Tower, found an empty house, and walked in.

Sitting cross-legged on the formation, Lin Xuan once again entered the spiritual space.

For four days in a row, Lin Xuan spent an hour every day staying in the spiritual space. Now he has passed the level of four seventh levels of pulse condensation.

Boom!

The bronze door slowly opened, and Lin Xuan walked out with a thoughtful expression. He had no extra time now, and had spent five hours in his spiritual space.

With a thought, he came to the management office inside the Cultivation Tower and wanted to ask how to obtain usage time.

The person in charge of the third floor was a deacon in his thirties. After hearing Lin Xuan's question, he replied expressionlessly: "There are three ways in total. The first one is to buy a spiritual stone. One thousand low-grade spiritual stones." hour.”

"A thousand low-grade spiritual stones!" Lin Xuan's eyes widened. Now he finally understood why Ye Qing had that expression in the first place. This must be too expensive!

"What about the remaining two?" Lin Xuan asked.

The deacon glanced at him lightly, but continued: "The second type is based on the ranking of the stone tablets. The rankings are different and the usage time is different."

"The third type is to exchange for war merit points. One hundred war merit points can be exchanged for one hour."

"So that's it." Lin Xuan knew clearly in his heart that he couldn't defeat the three situations in a short time now. It seemed that he could only use other methods to practice first.

He left with some disappointment. At this time, several disciples looked at Lin Xuan's back and smiled sinisterly: "That person is Lin Xuan, who dares to go against Brother Zhang Qian, Shi Kun, go teach him a lesson! "

A slightly chubby young man smiled and said: "I haven't done anything for a long time, so let's practice with this kid!"

The fat young man named Shi Kun chased Lin Xuan with a smile. Behind him, several other young men followed leisurely.

"Junior brother, please wait a moment!"

A voice came from behind Lin Xuan, and then, a fat and white figure appeared in front of him.

"Is something wrong?" Lin Xuan said, looking at the fat man in front of him.

"I wonder if junior brother is interested in competing?" Fatty said with a smile, "If you win, you will get a lot of luck."

"Oh? Let's compete." Lin Xuan glanced at the Shenwei Group logo on the fat man's chest, with a half-smile expression on his face, "What kind of lottery, can you bet on the time of the training tower?"

"Cultivation tower time?" Shi Kun's fat face suddenly stiffened. Are you kidding me? This guy is crazy!

"Junior brother, I don't know. The time of this cultivation tower is bound to the individual and cannot be transferred."

Lin Xuan shrugged: "Then I'm not interested."

After saying that, he was about to leave, but Shi Kun dodged and blocked Lin Xuan again.

"Junior brother, don't be anxious. I don't have time to practice the tower, but there are still a lot of other good things." Shi Kun said seductively, "For example, some materials."

"Are there any soul-repairing materials?" Lin Xuan asked lightly.

Fatty Shi Kun was going crazy. Who was this kid? Why did he ask for such precious materials? If he hadn't been unable to do anything here, he would have gone up and beat him wildly.

"No." Shi Kun's expression was unnatural.

"Nothing, no interest!" Lin Xuan turned around and left.

Shi Kun was almost anxious. He promised to teach this kid a lesson, but he didn't fall for it at all.

In the inner gate, if you want to fight, you have to go to the ring.

There are two types of arenas. One is the sparring arena, where no human life is allowed. The other is the life and death arena, where Lin Xuan and Zhang Qian will fight three months later.

"Hey, junior brother, wait a minute!" Shi Kun cursed in his heart, but still stopped Lin Xuan.

"Okay, five hundred spirit stones!" Lin Xuan turned around and said.

Shi Kun looked hesitant. Five hundred low-grade spiritual stones was not a small amount.

"Promise him!" Several other disciples shouted from the side.

"Okay! Five hundred is five hundred!" Shi Kun gritted his teeth and said, "When you get to the ring, I will give you a good beating!"

"Lead the way." Lin Xuan was delighted. He could get five hundred spirit stones, how could he refuse.

Soon, a group of people arrived at the competition arena.

Sparring is still very popular among the inner sects. It can not only improve the strength, but also get lottery results. It can be said that many disciples are very obsessed with it.

The discussion between Lin Xuan and Shi Kun undoubtedly attracted everyone's attention.

"Hey, this kid only has the sixth level of pulse condensation, and he actually wants to compete with Shi Kun?"

"I guess you were deceived by Shi Kun, you unlucky kid."

The nearby disciples murmured, some expressing sympathy and some ridiculing. In their view, Lin Xuan was just a newcomer who was deceived and could only be abused.