Some things are impossible, but they do happen.

Then there is a reason for existence.

But Feng Xiaohan still couldn't imagine that there would be any possibility that Kong Qianlei could use such a sword move.

At this time, Liu Panpan was wondering, since someone could walk ahead of the world at the age of nineteen, why could the scattered cultivator from a remote village not be able to cultivate this sword?

But why can't even see through the memory star in his heart?

Is this young man not hearted?

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When a practitioner sits in the practice of spiritual transformation, the spiritual energy enters the body from the outside and wanders through the meridians throughout the body. Only when he arrives at the Heart Sutra will it begin to disintegrate the outer shell and turn it into vital energy. Then the next route to determine the nature of vital energy.

For all life, the heart meridian is the most important thing. Without the heart, one cannot survive, let alone practice.

So as long as you are alive, you will have a heart.

As long as you have the heart,

Memories will see it.

Then from the mind, I saw the throbbing in the sea of ​​consciousness,

See those thoughts hidden deepest.

The mystery of the human body is endless, and no one can find the inevitable connection between the mind and the sea of ​​consciousness, but the eyes are the window of the sea of ​​consciousness. Most of the secret techniques of spiritual consciousness use the eyes as the medium to release or invade other people's spiritual consciousness.

In rare cases, severe attacks on the heart meridians can also damage the eyes. Similarly, external consciousness invades the sea of ​​consciousness from the eyes, which can sometimes cause cardiac arrest.

Since the heart veins and eyes influence each other, and the eyes are the most direct connection between the sea of ​​consciousness and the outside world, then it becomes theoretically feasible to enter the sea of ​​consciousness.

This is the Yin-Yang Cat's "facing people's hearts".

Therefore, only by using extremely powerful spiritual consciousness to cover the sea of ​​consciousness, forcibly hinder its peeping, or by integrating the heart of Tao to reach the state of selflessness where no thoughts arise, can we avoid its eyes.

Kong Qianlei could not have such a powerful spiritual consciousness, otherwise he could fight to break the virtual realm with this spiritual consciousness, or even the first level of Lingxiao realm,

Could it be that a casual cultivator has reached the state of selflessness?

Liu Panpan shook his head slightly, and this statement was obviously difficult to hold.

Others thought she saw a mistake in a disciple's sword move, so they didn't pay attention. Only Cui Weiming and Cha Yixiao guessed that she might be thinking about other things.

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The heart is very important, without the heart, you will die.

Therefore, the Nine-Curve Sword stopped on Wan Xiaofang's left chest, and just pierced the clothes and pressed against her skin. Only a drop of blood could be pierced. Wan Xiaofang's sword had just been lifted up, and the real sword of the Changsheng Sect was about to be made was broken as soon as it was in its prototype.

It can be seen that Kong Qianlei was so fast that he drew his sword, just like a scattered poisonous snake suddenly exploded and bit his prey. Before the prey could react, it was killed.

Such a tricky but quick sword technique, coupled with the strange sword body, really makes people feel like they are staring at by a poisonous snake. Some disciples even felt the cold light on their spine and couldn't help but feel silent.

In addition to the most geniuses of major sects, who else can the disciples present beat him in the swordsmanship?

"The winner is Kong Qianlei!"

"Why should you cherish the softness of the victories!"

He Xirou returned to the pavilion, looked at Kong Qianlei who walked into the bamboo shadow in the distance, and asked, "What did you see?"

Feng Xiaohan said, "He is too fast, and that move just now is not even under the Thunder Sword."

Dongfang Yu added: "The moves are not only exquisite but also extremely vicious. The disciple who fought with him started to tell."

Chen Yingxiong said: "Although this person is a casual cultivator, you must be careful."

Cha Yixiao said, "This young man is amazing, but he is a casual cultivator after all. Although his swordsmanship is excellent, he can tell that there are only a few ways. As long as you are more careful, you can stand invincible."

Meng'er rolled her eyes at everyone and said, "Can a random cultivator compare you to the sword? She's fussing, it seems that he can really beat you."

Feng Xiaohan thought for a while and said, "Just judging from his current performance, he really has a chance of winning compared to me in terms of swordsmanship and combat power."

Everyone raised their eyebrows slightly. Among these disciples, the intuition about fighting was that he and Cha Yixiao were the most important. Everyone would naturally believe his judgment.

The breeze comes with the sunshine, passing through the bamboo forest, causing Kong Qianthi's hair to move slightly,

With the breeze falling, there was a bunch of eyes.

Cui Weiming looked at the bamboo shadow and looked at the other party Qingwu's hair. He suddenly felt strange in his heart, but he didn't understand where the strange feeling came from, so he simply stopped thinking about it.

The Sword Meeting continued, and the disciples whose names were named came to the stage one after another, and then won or lost.

Some of them were unlucky, and they encountered a closed disciple from the sect in the first competition and were defeated.

Under those bamboo shadows and pavilions, you can often hear sighs.

Feng Xiaohan's opponent in the second competition was an Uchiyama disciple from Wangyue Pavilion.

The little girl in white clothes looked like a jassic girl, but her sword technique was very fierce. She also claimed to avenge her senior sister Qianyu. The sword intention turned into rain and stabbed Feng Xiaohan densely. However, Feng Xiaohan walked around the dragon and easily won.

The little girl lost the sword and ran back to the pavilion crying, which made Feng Xiaohan scratch his head, feeling a little at a loss.

Due to the large number of participants and the time is often taken for a long time, there is a long rest time after each competition. Those gorgeous sword techniques will inevitably be boring after watching them for a long time. Many disciples doze on the bamboo.

Many spectators outside the bamboo garden also left.

Time passed slowly until the sun sets westward, and the setting sun in the sky dyed the flowing clouds red.

Today's meeting is finally over, and everyone is cheering up.

Because after this round of competition, what is left is the last candidate for tomorrow's battle.

Those casual cultivators were basically eliminated, with only a few people left, and the disciples from outside the sects were similar. It is worth mentioning that a closed disciple of Renyan Sect was defeated by the young monk from Yiya Temple.

The two sides had been together for a long time, and all kinds of strange phenomena were revealed. In the end, they narrowly won by only half a move, which was extremely exciting.

Feng Xiaohan looked at the boy in front of him and thought to himself that this was the last person to fight today. He could go back to eat roast chicken after the fight.

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The other party was a closed disciple of the Changsheng Sect. He was wearing a light blue sword robe, with a gourd hanging around his waist, his shoulders hanging down, and his eyes were as if he had not yet woken up.

Feng Xiaohan gave a sword ceremony, and the sword intent rose, ready to set off the sword at any time.

But the other party stretched out a hand and signaled him to wait first.

Feng Xiaohan raised his eyebrows slightly, not understanding what it means.

I saw the boy take off the gourd from his waist, pull out the plug, and immediately the wine smells everywhere. He couldn't help but put it in front of his nose and smell it, and then praised with pleasure on his face: "What a great wine."

He poured half of his mouth, then let out a long sigh, put the wine gourd in front of him and shook it, and said with a smile: "This is the authentic Gusu lady's smile, it is extremely mellow. Do you want to try it? There is still the last bite left here."

Feng Xiaohan remembered that Li Xiaofan took him to drink at the foot of the mountain, and even squirted Wu Zun, who was dressed as a merchant, and shook his head decisively.

"I woke up this morning and had a premonition that I would encounter a strong enemy today, but the previous three encounters were not suitable for me. I held back and didn't drink this wine until now. I only drank it to cheer up. Since you don't have this good taste, the remaining wine will belong to me."

The young man saluted: "Wei Jiuling, Changsheng Sect, please give me advice."
Chapter completed!