Dou Po: I can upgrade everything

Chapter 205

"You all come forward and draw your sword. The one who is favored by the sword spirit is the sword leader of Wanjiang Pavilion. I will lead all the elders and disciples to be loyal to him, and I will take this oath." The sword master used his fighting spirit to control the sound, and the sound was like a loud bell, which was passed to everyone. A person qualified to try swordsmanship.

Faced with such temptation, Douzong present breathed rapidly, and most of their eyes were full of greed.

As long as you pick up that sword, you can have a power that no one can control.

However, no one will question Wanjiange. With their style, they dare to give the sect's credibility guarantee, which shows their sincerity.

If you go back on your word before the battle, I'm afraid it will make your generosity laughable and ruin your popularity.

Of course, no one has actually pulled out the divine sword in thousands of years, so most of the disciples and elders of Wanjiang Pavilion have never taken it seriously, let alone an annual activity to promote the power of the sect.

Only the Sword Master and the four elders know the secrets. Being able to conquer the Divine Sword Master is equivalent to gaining the Sword Mountain and mastering the Pavilion Protection Formation.

It can be said that except for the sword master, the life and death of everyone in Wanjiange depends on the thoughts of the person holding the sword.

Lord Sword saw the performance of these people in his eyes and sneered in his heart. It was not easy to obtain the favor of the Sword Spirit.

Little did they know that just because of their character, they had already lost.

Ok?
When he looked at Yang Shou, he thought that the latter would be greedy like the others, but the one in the white robe had a plain expression.

It seems that he has a calm mind, but I don't know whether he is deliberately concealing it or showing his true intentions.

But when it comes to the sword spirit, even Dou Zun has to show his true colors!

Wanjiang Pavilion is now attacked by foreign enemies. Even Master Jian is sensitive and tries to speculate on people's hearts with the greatest malice.

A fighting master who deliberately suppresses his strength and blurs his face is hard not to make people think too much about him.

At this moment, since the start of the sword test and assessment was announced, the Sword Master, who was dressed in linen and rough robes, waved his sleeves and his powerful sword fighting spirit dispersed the restricted white mist surrounding the divine sword.

The fog dissipates and the divine sword is revealed!
Yang Shou was stunned when he saw his true appearance for the first time.

It's actually... a pen?

What caught his eye was a black writing brush half a foot long. The tip of the brush was as sharp as a sword. It was awe-inspiring and cold. The brush body was straight and engraved with strange silver-white inscriptions. It looked like floating clouds and was full of fairy spirit.

"Everyone, I, Tushan, accept this Qiankun Brush with joy!"

A plump Douzong felt impatient and took the lead to break the atmosphere. With a strong body, he came to the writing brush in an instant.

I saw Tu Shan let out a deep roar, and the rich earth-type fighting energy covered his hands, forming thin yellow gloves with fish scales on the top.

The scales opened and closed as if they were breathing, and the neighing sound of a killer whale could be heard. The exhaled gas caused layers of vibrations in the space like ripples.

"Tu Shan, the sect leader of the Loess Sect, directly took out the killer whale's real fist, a unique fighting skill from the bottom of the box. It seems that he is prepared." The second elder Jian Ming frowned slightly and spoke slowly.

"Get up!"

Tu Shan squatted deeply on horseback, and the huge force suddenly exploded from his feet, causing the stone slabs on the ground to collapse directly into two small spider web-shaped pits. With the help of this force to support the earth, his body leaned back slightly, and he immediately grasped the tail of the Qiankun Pen. , planned to be promoted.

But no matter how much he uses the huge power comparable to the giant whale of Warcraft, it is still difficult to shake.

The tip of the Qiankun pen is still connected to the ground, with no sign of separation.

Seeing this, Master Jian, who was in charge of presiding, shook his head and said that he was not qualified.

Even if Tu Shan was unwilling to do so, he had to put away his arrogance after the former's speech. After all, he had offended the powerful Dou Zun and he couldn't bear to walk away.

"I'm not good at it, so I'll say goodbye!"

Tu Shan bowed his hands to Master Jian, then turned and left.

"Who else wants to try second?" Lord Jian glanced at the remaining people and asked.

As soon as he finished speaking, someone stepped forward.

Looking carefully, he saw a brown-robed Douzong carrying a weapon wrapped in dirty cloth.

"Touch Jin Zong, Zhang Qi." When Master Jian heard that the latter was protecting his family, a strange look flashed in his eyes, but he nodded.

Zhang Qi understood, his skinny and rotten hands reached out, took off the heavy objects on his back, and pulled off the outer layer of dirty cloth.

Under the dirty cloth is a shovel made of white bones, with a sixth-level magic core embedded inside. It is considered a powerful weapon.

Zhang Qi quickly lifted the bone shovel, and at the same time, the strong golden fighting energy in his body surged and was transmitted to the bone shovel.

Metal is a type of fighting spirit, known for its sharpness.

What happened next was shocking.

He pulled up his sleeves and exposed his withered arms. He first raised the bone shovel and then stabbed it fiercely into the ground, intending to dig up the soil near the Qiankun Pen in an attempt to shake the foundation of the formation.

Come and take a curved pen.

Sword Master:......

Yang Shou:......

The rest: ...

There is no restriction in the rules that prevents those who are qualified to try the sword from taking any method, so Zhang Qi’s behavior did not violate it.

The Jian Zun and the four elders could only turn a blind eye. From another perspective, they really wanted to see different ways, just to increase the enjoyment of the performance. Maybe the Sword Spirit Ancestor would be good. This mouthful.

After struggling to shovel the slate, he put on a confident smile and prepared for the second shovel.

The body of the Qiankun pen vibrated slightly, and a thick sword energy swayed out, carrying a terrifying strong wind, penetrating through the obstacles of space, and striking Zhang Qi nearby.

The latter was unable to avoid it and was directly blasted away with his shovel.

Master Jian had no expression on his face and said coldly: "Failure."

Zhang Qi clutched his chest and stood up, with a look of defeat on his face, muttering to himself: "It shouldn't be, my plan...ahem is perfect, how could it be possible?"

Amid the boos of the crowd, he sadly left the stage.

Afterwards, the remaining Douzong took the stage in order of reaching the top of the mountain.

Yang Shou, who was at the bottom, was watching the performance. The scene in front of him was completely different from the picture of Dou Zong's overwhelming power and majesty.

Except for the Tushan of the Loess Sect, the subsequent Douzongs showed off their magical powers, either on the way of making tricks or on the way of making a living.

There was a strong man from Douzong who was known as the King of Beast Masters. He drove three sixth-level earth demon bears to try to pull the Qiankun Brush. In the end, the three demon bears fell to the ground exhausted, which naturally ended in failure. There are many more.

At this time, the penultimate female Douzong stepped forward with her slender white feet and said with a smile: "White Lotus Sect, Chen Yan."

After knowing the identity of the visitor, the somewhat numb Sword Master nodded slightly, his dull expression relieved a lot.

When he met a sect who was also good at using swords, he looked forward to his performance.

next moment.

Chen Yan gave a sweet smile, stepped forward, and danced the long sword in front of the Qiankun Brush. Her posture was outstanding and touching.

Master Jian's face twitched, and he suddenly realized his plan, and he immediately snorted in his heart.

Are you using this to test your ancestor?

Trying to seduce the Sword Spirit Ancestor with a sword dance is doomed to be useless!

The ancestors have gone through years of hard work, and what kind of woman has never seen it? It seems elegant, but in fact it is vulgar!

Suddenly, something unexpected happened!
The Qiankun pen made a clear sound and moved with the dancing posture, as if cheering and catering.

Everyone was surprised.

(End of this chapter)