Chapter 213: Smirk

"This is definitely not the basic swordsmanship! Or, this is the basic swordsmanship of a set of people who have never come before!" Luo Zheng’s heart was shocked, and only an inaccurate definition could be made. No matter how, Luo Zheng understood This is also a very big opportunity for himself. At this moment, he grabs every minute and every minute to observe each picture.
At this moment, the deacon of the Seven Stars Spectator station hurriedly left the platform, registered a new batch of disciples, and hurriedly rushed back. He did not come back. He originally thought that if no one else chose the eighth grade. Difficulty, this platform does not get in the way for Luo Zheng.
However, just a few inside disciples have chosen eight levels of difficulty, two of whom are also children of the sect, and the deacon is helpless.
If Luo Zheng was thrown here and opened the magic array directly, the Luo Zheng sitting on the ground is likely to be injured by the meta-magnetic aurora that flew from a certain angle, so that it is even more worthless, so the deacon decided to Luo Zheng wakes up.
After entering the platform, he walked toward Luo Zheng, but he was five meters away from Luo Zheng. Suddenly, there were several extremely sharp fluctuations before he saw it.
"Hey..."
This deacon is also innate, and the reaction is extremely fast. He moves a few steps in the back, but the clothes on his chest have been cut into pieces by these fluctuations.
"This is the body of the sword..." The face of the deacon is also extremely ugly, feeling that he is involved in the innocent disaster.
Zhao Zhao was also stunned. When he did not expect Luo Zheng’s enlightenment, there was still a guardian sword guarding him.
No, it’s so fast to understand the guardian spirit? Isn’t he not using the sword for a long time?

"How long does it take to use a sword? What does this mean?" The deacon did not dare to wake up at this time, and he could only watch it here.
Zhao Zhao pointed to Luo Zheng and said: "Luo Zheng seems to be a novice sword! When he used to break the hundred, he used the basic swordsmanship!"
"Basic swordsmanship?" The deacon heard the four words and suddenly felt his eyes black. As a deacon of the Seven Stars Jianguangtai, he is also a swordsman. Of course, he knows how basic the basic swordsmanship is. For some warriors who practice swordsmanship, it may be something that was learned before the age of six or seven...
If Luo Zhengzhen uses the basic sword method, then the number of times he uses the sword will not be long. Just using the basic sword method will be able to comprehend the body of the sword. This deacon feels that the world is too unfair.
At this time, several people came in from the small bridge. One of them saw the deacon and shouted: "Song deacon, don't let us wait too long!"
These people are anxious to start the magic array.
"Hey, if Luo Zheng does not wake up, I can only open the magic array first," Song deacon can only do this step. Anyway, he has the body of the sword, even if it is a magnetic aurora, it may not be hurt. he.
The black robes who just came in saw that there was still a person sitting here, and they asked, "Hey? How can anyone still meditate here?"
Zhao Zhao explained to the few people: "He just had an epiphany, sit here for a while!"
"Emperor? Hehe..." The faces of the black robes were envious, and at the same time they said: "What happens to us, don't delay our cultivation!"
At this moment, Luo Zheng’s eyes suddenly opened!
At the same time as he opened, there were countless small fluctuations from him. Every wave was a slender sword. If someone stood around him, I was afraid that it would be instantly cut into pieces by those slender swords.
"Sword is like silk? Interesting, a foreign disciple, and only the innate strength, even realized this realm!" A black robe disciple said that everyone is practicing in the Qingyun sect, it is also a sword repair. Naturally, I will pay attention to the disciples of Qingyunzong’s other swords.
"Is the sword meaning silk?" Luo Zheng heard the saying of the black-robed disciple, gently reaching out, and a fine silk thread extended from his hand. The power of these silk threads is not necessarily stronger than that of Luo Zheng. But the number is better than the number.
"Excuse me, are you a disciple of the mountain?" The black-robed disciple came up and asked: "Will you participate in this full-peak ratio?"
Luo Zheng has been a congenital dual realm, and there is still an assessment at the end of the year to enter the inner door. If Luo Zheng’s strength is strong enough, it is very likely to participate in the whole peak ratio. The black robe disciple hopes to be in the whole peak. Big than on Luo Zheng! As a swordsman, the most hope is to fight against another swordsman!
"My name is Luo Zheng, but I am a disciple of Xiao Yufeng. As for whether I will participate in this whole peak ratio, I am still not sure." Although Luo Zheng understands that this whole peak is bigger than he must participate, he is not inside at the moment. Disciples, but they can't answer this question too much.
The black-robed disciple continued, "I hope to meet you on the whole peak and big ratio. My name is Li Yan, but it is the inner disciple of Tianzhaofeng."
The swordsman and the swordsman are often the opportunity to comprehend the sword, which is why Li Yan is interested in Luo Zheng.
"If there is an opportunity, we will have the opportunity to learn from each other." Luo Zheng nodded, and the magic array was about to be opened. He naturally could not stay here, so he was ready to leave the platform.
Who knows that Li Yan suddenly said: "Wait, how many waves did you insist on in this magical array?"
Li Yan’s strength is much stronger than that of Zhao Zhao. Even under the eighth level of difficulty, he can stick to seventy-three waves.
According to the difficulty design of the Seven Stars spectrometer, I want to break through the eight levels of difficulty, and I need to take the strength of the strong gods. Therefore, Li Yan’s strength to congenital spirits has been seventy-three waves. Yan wants to measure the strength of Luo Zheng, and see how much the gap between the outside disciple and the disciple who understands the sword.
"Ah? I should have broken a hundred," Luo Zheng turned back and said faintly, then looked at the platform and walked.
"What, what?" Li Yanyi, the same disciples who came with him also did not respond.
Zhao Zhao saw their reaction and felt a little bit more happy.
The next deacon of Song also felt a bit of a sigh of relief. At least now he has found a few backs, especially the deacon of Song. The mind is also a bit bad. He is very clear as a deacon. Li Yan often practice on the eight levels of difficulty. I am very proud of his record of being able to keep up to seventy waves.
At this moment, Li Yan was in a daze, and his face still showed a suspicious color. Song deacon did not forget to add: "It is indeed a hundred, Luo Zheng should be under the eight-level difficulty, the only one with the strength of congenital spirit. The problem is that he is only congenital..."
After the deacon of Song, the eyes of Li Yan and those black-robed disciples were already straight. Obviously, this answer was shocked. He and Zhao Zhao sneaked off the platform, and even a hint of smoothness appeared on their faces. The smirk...