Chapter 200: Use softness to overcome hardness, use hardness to defeat softness

He never thought that Ye Lin was actually a low-grade spiritual root.

A low-grade spiritual root could actually grow to such a level?

A low-grade spiritual root can break through the Jindan stage, which is already a blessing from heaven, and it is the weakest in the Jindan stage.

And what about Ye Lin? A low-grade spiritual root, so powerful that even he is not a match.

You know, he is a high-grade spiritual root.

"Monk, I have two, you one."

"Okay."

After Ye Lin finished speaking, Wuxin nodded. Seeing Ye Lin secretly touching the three cultivators, Wuxin secretly complained.

"What a freak, the low-grade spiritual root can actually comprehend the sword intent, how did it grow? Amitabha, fuck."

Then, Wuxin stood up and touched one of the young men.

"Who is it?"

And the movement of the two was quickly noticed by one of the young men.

The three of them were all in the middle stage of the Jindan cultivation, and their vigilance was also quite high.

After he finished speaking, he felt a black screen in front of his eyes, and then there was no more.

"Damn, who is it?"

The other two were shocked. Their companions had already fallen before they saw anyone.

"Amitabha, good, good."

After dealing with one person, Wuxin clasped his hands together and looked at the three people lying on the ground with a compassionate face.

Ye Lin squatted down and picked up the water spirit bead and put it in the space ring.

I didn't expect that I would accidentally touch a peerless treasure that can improve spiritual roots.

Every treasure related to spiritual roots is priceless.

Because spiritual roots are the foundation of cultivation, if the spiritual roots are not high, this life will be like that.

"Monk, let's go."

Looking at the young man covered in blood in the distance, Ye Lin said to Wuxin.

"Let's go."

The two came all the way to their residence, and Wuxin sat opposite.

"Donor, this really shocked the monk for a hundred years. The low-grade spiritual roots can actually grow to such a level. It really makes the monk feel ashamed."

Wuxin, who was sitting opposite, still couldn't believe it.

Ye Lin was not in a hurry to refine the water spirit beads. After all, improving the spiritual root grade is tantamount to changing one's fate. Each step requires full concentration and is extremely dangerous.

After returning to Wuming Mountain, he will refine it carefully.

In the final analysis, he still does not believe Wuxin in front of him.

After all, for a treasure, brothers killing each other is a common thing in the cultivation world. He and Wuxin have only known each other for a few days?

Then Ye Lin closed his eyes and began to regulate his breath.

In the blink of an eye, a night passed in a flash.

"Donor, let's go."

"Let's go."

Ye Lin got up and followed Wuxin.

Shenjian City held such a grand event. If you don't go to watch it, you don't give Shenjian City face.

This is why these battles are like children playing house in the eyes of some top Tianjiao, but every time, the seats are full of people.

The reason is the same as someone inviting you to watch a play for three days, but you only watch one day and then don't go.

This face still needs to be given.

When they arrived at their seats, the arena below had already started fighting.

The fighting power of the cultivators this time was obviously much stronger than before, and more interesting.

This day seemed very calm and passed quickly.

The competition became more intense the next day, and some geniuses who even Wuxin did not dare to underestimate came to fight.

Until the arrival of the last day, the whole event reached its peak.

This day was the real battle of geniuses.

Some cultivators were excited, and they came for this reason.

It was such a blessing to be able to witness the top geniuses of Tianhe County fighting.

The battles between cultivators of low realms were just children's play for them, and they could not understand the battles between powerful people of high realms.

It was best for geniuses of the same level to fight.

Learn from each other's strengths and make up for each other's weaknesses.

"Donor, the real genius competition is here."

Wuxin's eyes narrowed slightly. Although he was not sure about the first place, he still wanted to fight.

Whether he was sure or not was another matter. If he did not even have the courage to fight, what kind of shit genius was he?

"Look, it's the little sword fairy. The little sword fairy is still as handsome as ever."

"Sure enough, he deserves the title of the little sword fairy. He already has some of the style of the Beiyuan sword fairy."

Looking at the white-robed man in the center of the arena, the monks around him exclaimed.

In the vast Tianhe County, there is such a plateau with an extremely large area. On the plateau, there live all kinds of terrifying monsters.

The human race dare not step into it.

It can be called a paradise for monsters.

And in such a terrifying plateau, there lives a real sword fairy, who is respected by the world as the Beiyuan sword fairy.

The Beiyuan sword fairy lives in the center of Beiyuan, suppressing the monsters in the entire Beiyuan and not daring to act presumptuously.

With one person's strength, he suppressed the entire Beiyuan. What a style!

And this person is the only disciple of the Beiyuan sword fairy.

"I am Xuanmiao. I wonder which Taoist friend is willing to fight with me? It's best if we are of the same path."

Xuanmiao, who was dressed in white, said softly.

"The little sword immortal has understood the sword spirit five years ago, but has never found his own way. His master is respected by the world as the sword immortal, and his arrogance makes him not want to follow the path that has already been opened up, but to open up his own path alone."

"He is now trying to use fighting to gain enlightenment."

"But to achieve enlightenment through fighting, one must fight with a person of the same level, and a sword cultivator who has walked out of his own path, and his combat power cannot be weaker than that of the Little Sword Immortal. It is extremely difficult."

"Indeed, but how about Jian Wushuang?"

"Although the Little Sword Immortal is known as the Little Sword Immortal, he is probably not his opponent when facing Jian Wushuang. By then, let alone enlightenment, it would be good if he doesn't get beaten."

Hearing Xuanmiao's words, the cultivators around him talked about it.

And Xuanmiao in the center of the arena naturally heard the discussions of the cultivators, his eyes were full of dissatisfaction.

As the direct disciple of the Sword Immortal, his pride was higher than the sky, and he believed that he was not inferior to anyone in the way of swordsmanship.

But the thought of that figure made him feel terrified.

Five years ago, he fought with Jian Wushuang, three swords, and Jian Wushuang only used three swords to completely kill him.

Since then, within five years, the sword intent has never been able to be stored.

If he doesn't get rid of the inner demon in his heart, he will never make progress in his life. If he doesn't walk out of Jian Wushuang's shadow, he will be unworthy of being a disciple of the Sword Immortal.

Now, when he hears the discussion of the people around him again, his inner dissatisfaction is suddenly raised to a higher level.

"Hahaha, I've heard that the little sword immortal defeated all the sword cultivators in the world with a green fish sword. I have longed for it in my heart."

At this time, a figure appeared in front of Xuanmiao.

Carrying a huge sword, his upper body is exposed, and his muscles are extremely solid.

"It's Kuangsheng, a huge sword is extremely domineering. Now, there will be a good show to watch."

"Yes, it's extremely."

Ye Lin looked at the two people with interest.

"Interesting."

He was looking forward to this battle. These two people are both at the top of the young generation of swordsmanship. If he observes their battle, it will also be of great help to himself.

"Okay, let's fight."

After that, the two fought together.

Xuanmiao's sword is gentle, while Kuangsheng's sword is open and closed, extremely domineering.

This also made Xuanmiao very uncomfortable during the battle.

"Everyone says that softness overcomes hardness, but they don't know that hardness can also break softness."

Looking at Xuan Miao who was suppressed by Kuang Sheng, Ye Lin spoke softly.

After he finished speaking, the young men around him looked at him.