Chapter 103: Twelve Young Swordsmen

Lin Beichen suddenly felt a strong surge.
"At least a lot of force."
He made a judgment instantly.
This power category definitely belongs to the tenth level of the samurai realm.
But the next moment, Lin Beichen knew that he had misjudged.
Because--
Woo!
A faint light of flame spread from the blade of the Eastern War.
Flame ~!
高温 In the air, there is a sudden high temperature.
玄 The mystery of the fire attribute.
Wu Xuanqi awakens!
东方 This Eastern War turned out to be the martial arts realm.
The next moment, I saw the pale red flame attached to the blue bird sword, spreading towards the palm of Lin Beichen.
Slap!
The sound of a flying bird fluttering.
Zhe Lin Beichen casts [Flying Feathers in the Clouds], pulls away, and when the mysterious energy sways, the fire on the blue bird sword is extinguished.
A look of excitement appeared on his face.
Aunt Yeah.
I finally saw the living martial arts of the same age.
"The response is quite fast."
Dongfang Zhan smiled faintly and said, "Yes, you can catch me a sword, and you can be regarded as the young generation elite in Yunmeng City."
Point his left finger and wipe it on the blade.
Huh!
On the ordinary sword, a wide finger flutters.
The young people around me suddenly showed excitement and admiration.
武师 境!
For the younger generation under the age of 16, this is an aspirational martial arts realm.
"I don't take it for granted. If you give up now and apologize to my brothers, you will be done today."
Where will Chen Lin Beichen listen?
When he was on earth, he was a game house.
On weekdays, I'm dying, and in real life, I'm practicing Dafa from the heart, but as long as I'm on the Internet, I'm absolutely fearless, especially in many online games. There is no doubt that the style is serious. There is a serious Internet addiction. The favorite is to beat the boss.
Today's Eastern War, Lin Beichen found this feeling.
"Afraid of an egg?"
"Just be an online game!"
"Before playing Xia Houchong these mobs, now it's the boss of the Eastern Battle."
"Whether you can beat it or not, let's just talk about it first."
Lin Lin Beichen quietly encouraged herself in her heart.
Also, there was a dangerous thought in his heart that was about to be suppressed--
He was sent to this world by the of death.
If I die once in this world, will I return to Earth?
I'm the worst offender, should I be able to see the death?
At that time, can we bargain for a wave?
Of course, the risk factor of this attempt is too large, and it is a last resort, and Lin Beichen intends to put it into action.
Therefore, facing the high position of the Eastern War, Lin Beichen's answer was simple and straightforward--
"You and your doglegs, come and apologize to me on your knees, and I will let you go today."
"I don't know if I live or die."
The face of Dongfang War also sank.
Then he shot again.
A thin flame, attached to the sword, scorched hot in the air when it was chopped.
Lin Lin Beichen runs all mysteries to welcome men.
Uh ...
Uh ...
Attic on the second floor.
Dozens of distinguished guests from the four leading cities of Fengyuxing province are temporarily resting and greeting.
This time, the trial of the sword was originally a small-scale test in Yunmeng City.
However, under the advice and operation of Bai Haiqin, it has more influence than the last time, not only in Yunmeng City, but in some big cities in the province of Fengyuxing.
Some really influential people, as well as other city geniuses, were invited.
The time goes back a few days, in fact, Bai Yunyun was able to get an invitation, which was completely unexpected.
On that day, Cao Potian did indeed head for Lin Beichen.
Because Lin Beichen was suspected of being a promising candidate for Ding Sanshi, he had been given the sword of virtue.
It was just that he pretended to overdo it, and had to post in such a way, but was killed by Bai Yunyun and took down an invitation, which led him to have to submit a second invitation, originally intended to wait for Lin Beichen to be unable to catch it, shame After a while, I dropped the invitation on Lin Beichen's face as mercy.
Who knew that Lin Beichen took the invitation in a way that Cao Potian couldn't understand, and let him eat for two straight days, and returned in a panic.
These insiders, Lin Beichen and others did not know.
The Beihai Empire has nine provinces.
One of the provinces is the Fengfengyuxingxing, located in the southeast of the empire, with vast seas and territories, under the jurisdiction of four major leaders, namely Xinjin, Dongming, Dachuan and Hai'an.
Under the four major territories, there are many cities of different sizes.
Jinyun Dream City is a small city in the jurisdiction of Hai'an.
At this time, more than ten big men on the second floor of the loft were all young and old. The old clothes were well-dressed and majestic. Most of them were 15 or 67 years old. Suspended swords, and the sharp edge between the eyebrows, are all recognized kendo genius seedlings in various cities.
"Is that the representative of the Eastern War in Yunmeng City?"
A square-faced boy with blood-red messy long hair stood at the window, watching the battle below, and said, "Kankan Martial Arts is a middle-level and weak one. He was awakened by the attributes of the fire department. Really. It's wasted. "
"Brother Xueyan is too demanding for his peers in a small place like Yunmeng City."
Another handsome boy in a cotton school uniform.
He put his hands on the edge of the window, his fingers were long and fair, as if it were the palm of a girl, watching the battle with gusto like a circus.
"Song Qingfeng, don't you think it's a shame to be with these people and be called the twelve young swordsmen of the test sword?" Xue Yan's words were very polite, expressing her dissatisfaction.
"Fei Ye, Fei Ye, the final number of twelve young swordsmen is yet to be determined," said a young man in a white and luxurious brocade with gold and jade inlaid with a jade bone depicting a gold folding fan in his hand. It is chic and authentic: "Even if it is Xueyan, whether or not to enter the ranks of twelve by then will be suspense. Why bother with other people, huh, ridiculous."
"Lin Haitang, question me? Are you fighting?"
Xun Xueyan instantly looked like a hunting little leopard, her muscles were tight and she was about to shoot.
"Do n’t just make a noise. It ’s better to fight each other and kill one as you count. That ’s so much fun." Another boy named Song Kuiyi, while smashing seeds, slammed the wind loudly, saying, "Tonight, for the younger generation, The duel is let go, it's about to open. "
Su Xueyan and Lin Haitang both glared at Song Queyi.
There are twelve people in the attic.
In addition to these relatively lively and talkative people, there are others, either holding a sword in their arms to meditate or standing behind their elders without a word, and a round little fat man Is trying to put snacks in his mouth, like a squirrel, chewing and not talking.
The characters of the older generation are more gentle with each other and communicate with each other. They are all about the old past that some teenagers are not very interested in.
At this time, footsteps came.
He is the couple of Ling Junxuan, the host of Yunmeng City, coming down from the third floor of the loft to greet everyone.
The teenagers didn't take their minds very much about the owner of this small coastal town. In addition, everyone was grieved when they were left here for a long time by the owner and the couple of the town. Therefore, they both ignored Ling Junxuan.
But the older generation still stood up in their seats and returned gifts, without neglect.
Because they know, the Ling family cannot be underestimated.
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Today is still 3, and there are 2 more at 10 and 12 o'clock respectively.
In the first phase of the dragon suite, the dragon suites began to appear in focus. Brothers who left messages in the dragon suites, please pay more attention.