Chapter 1715： clear heart bell

"boom!"

Liu Feng's body smashed into the ring.

There was another commotion at Tianxin Jianzong. Some people couldn't hold back and wanted to rush up, but they were stopped in time by the supervisor.

The other major sects were indeed complicated, and none of them expected that Su Chen would win so easily.

Liu Feng was able to cite the thunder and lightning of the heavens and the earth and cultivate the magic of the God of Thunder. He must have extraordinary aptitude, and the quality of the golden core must not be low, but he did not expect that he did not go through thirty tricks on Su Chen.

Liu Feng can be regarded as one of the best among the inner disciples of Tianxin Sword Sect. Even ordinary direct disciples have to weigh more than him, but he didn't expect that Su Chen was still in the golden stage, but he won without any effort.

Tianxin Jianzong's face was a little ugly. It was a competition without suspense, but they did not expect to turn them into a face-slapping scene.

When was the strength of Ziyunzong so powerful?

Where did they find such a god-defying disciple?

The Jindan stage can actually intersect with the Yuanying stage without falling behind!

The two disciples of Tianxin Sword Sect were carried down, and no one came to the stage to fight for a while. Su Chen stood a little bored. Although he shot a little sharply just now, he just wanted to fight quickly.

He waited for a while, but there was no one on the stage, and he couldn't help but look at the emperor and the elders of the sect on the high platform in the distance.

The meaning is obvious, if no one can directly declare him the victory, no matter how long he waits, his patience will be exhausted.

Maybe his expression was too obvious, or maybe it was really too long. The emperor on the stage coughed lightly on the supervising person, seemed to wake up, walked to the front desk, and announced loudly to the disciples of the major sects below: "The rules of this competition are limited to one hour, and now a quarter of an hour has passed. If no one challenges, the person standing on the ring will win by himself."

Everyone seemed to be sober, and then they thought that there was such a rule in this competition.

The sect disciples who were hesitant to weigh each other immediately couldn't wait. Even if they knew that Su Chen was strong, there were still people who didn't believe in evil.

The result of not believing in evil is very tragic, far more tragic than the two disciples of Tianxin Jianzong. Those who came to the stage to challenge were beaten down by Su Chen, not only were they embarrassed, but they were seriously injured.

One hour was far from enough time, everyone was irritated by Su Chen, and they all shouted that they wanted to come on stage to challenge, but Su Chen refused to come, as long as someone came to the stage, they immediately started.

Seeing that the situation was about to be uncontrollable, the emperor coughed lightly, and looked at Ziyunzong Tianxing Zhenren with gentle eyes: "This little friend is really amazing, but it really opened our eyes."

Tian Xing Zhenren's expression was unclear, and he said vaguely: "The child has no shape, I don't know how to measure."

Others thought that Tian Xing Zhenren would be cheap and good, but he never thought that Tian Xing Zhenren would never have thought that Su Chen would be able to defeat the proud disciples of the major sects again and again.

He was naturally extremely depressed, but he couldn't show the slightest in the face of other sect elders, so he had to deal with it vaguely.

But this is not the taste in my heart, thinking that Su Chen is actually a disciple of Spirit Medicine Master, and he had such an entanglement with Punishment Peak before, his heart is even more mixed.

Naturally, this scrutiny cannot be known to others, but the other sect elders snorted coldly in their hearts, thinking that the city government, who only thought that the punishment of the real person was deep, was willing to throw such a talented disciple outside.

In the end, Su Chen persisted to the end with a very strong attitude, on the independent arena, and there was not a trace of mess on his body, not even a trace of folds on his disciple's clothes.

The emperor naturally praised it a lot, and also very interested in asking Su Chen some personal questions, such as his origin and his place of origin.

Su Chen simply responded one by one. He was not an unsophisticated brat about the emperor's intimacy. The reason why the emperor showed such intimacy was naturally related to the Taoist tool.

Dao tools are not ordinary things, and the emperor was willing to take them out as a reward, naturally he had a plan.

Su Chen wins, the emperor naturally wants to win over people's hearts. If Su Chen can join the imperial city, it will naturally be a beautiful thing.

But Su Chen didn't have a good impression of the Great Xia Dynasty. He ran around alone all night and became an actor in the eyes of these people. Anyone else would not be in a good mood.

The emperor didn't know Su Chen's calculations, and after being intimate, he noticed Su Chen's attitude, knowing that Su Chen would naturally not make a statement in front of his own sect elders, so he let him return to the team of Ziyunzong.

Liu Qingzhu asked secretly, and when he learned that Su Chen was not injured, he was relieved. As for the outcome of the other sect disciples, he naturally wouldn't worry.

The emperor personally took out the Taoist tool and handed it to Su Chen in person, with a very gentle smile and a very affectionate tone, "This is the magic weapon used by the ancestors of the dynasty.

Su Chen has been looking at the Taoist tool in front of him. It looks like an ordinary bell, but there seem to be faint traces on the dim surface, which looks like complicated patterns and complicated words.

He raised his hand, but the bell didn't make any sound. He turned it over subconsciously, only to find that the inside of the bell was empty.

Gu Fengye took a step forward at this time and said with a smile: "Because this is the thing of the ancestors, the father has always been very precious and did not allow us to approach it. I have never known the power of this magic weapon."

Su Chen raised his eyebrows slightly, and his spiritual power surged. The bell that was originally just placed in the palm of his hand, but a crisp sound was faintly heard.

In surprise, he listened carefully to the sound, and it actually had the effect of careful concentration, but he raised his head inadvertently, only to find that the emperor, father and son, who were standing in front of him, had strange expressions on their faces.

He didn't study it carefully, no matter what the two emperors thought, anyway, this Taoist tool has now become his possession.

Knowing that this magic weapon is called Qingxinling, but I don't know the specific effect, and I don't know how to drive this magic weapon. Su Chen didn't ask much, thanked him and backed down.

After the trial was over, the ultimate winner was the Purple Cloud Sect. The results of the trial outside the palace had surprised the major sects, and the final result was even more difficult for everyone to accept.

Who would have thought that a little-known inner sect disciple would be able to ride the dust just by relying on the Jindan stage realm?

Su Chen had just fought a battle and was in a good mood. Naturally, he had no intention to check the expressions of those on the stage. After getting down, he immediately ran to Liu Qingzhu's side and carefully studied Qingxinling.

At this time, the sun was in the middle of the sky, and the noon of the day finally arrived.

Obviously, the major sects did not forget the purpose of coming here, and the Demon Slaying Ceremony finally began.

Su Chen retreated to Liu Qingzhu's life, ignoring those secretly inquiring eyes.