Immortal Soaring Blade Chapter 127: High-levels are present
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Soon, hundreds of people from Xuantian Peak came to the foot of Wuhua Peak, and the new disciples jumped off the flying sword by coincidence, most of which were only one or two meters above the ground.
After the hundreds of disciples who participated in the training camp of Xuan Tianfeng all fell one by one, the old disciple who was the first one in charge of the church, with a somewhat dignified and stable appearance, controlled the flying sword slightly higher than the ground, and then chuckled slightly. After a deep breath, he shouted with sharp eyes, "This training camp officially begins, and the next step is to watch you play, brothers wish you good luck, don't be beaten too badly, and bump into the other two peaks. The disciples fight as much as they want."
The young man just finished speaking with some murderous and solemn words, and raised his right arm with a wave, "Go!"
Hundreds of figures are driving the flying swords as neatly as they came, and headed to Xuantianfeng Square.
On the way back, this majestic young man asked a partner who came with him, "Do you think these juniors can win the two peaks this year?"
The elderly companion next to him gave a bitter smile and shook his head slightly, "Where do I know, I hope they can play well and not lose our Xuan Tianfeng face."
After speaking, the two of them sighed a little, looking into the distance.
When these brothers left, there was a short silence in the woods at the foot of Wuhuafeng Mountain. At first, there were melodious insects and birds singing in the woods and disappeared with the arrival of everyone. There were no hundreds of disciples. Speak out, just stand still, you look at me, I look at you. Zhao Jiuge could clearly hear the sound of his heart beating.
For a long time, Mu Zijun still stood up with a face of righteousness, "I hope that everyone puts aside their usual grievances and fights the other two peaks disciples together, and then everyone walks to the top of the mountain together, so that it won’t be lost. Single, being taken away from the colorful flag, weakening our strength.
"I still agree with what you said before, but I don’t agree with the others. Everyone is too busy together, and cannot quickly encircle the opposing disciple. I hope that the weaker team will work together as much as possible. The disciples who weaken each other in the mountain peak, and the two sides of the strong and deep separation immediately rush to the top of the mountain. After all, it is up to the disciples of the foundation to decide the victory or defeat. I think even if the talents of the other two peaks are too smart, they will not be able to have A disciple of the spiritual pill realm cultivation level." Zhao Jiuge saw Mu Zijun stand up and quickly refuted his method, and at the same time spoke out the thoughts in his heart.
Everyone thought for a while, and finally Wang Wanwan took a deep look at Zhao Jiuge, and said in approval, "I think it makes sense. When the disciples who don’t have a foundation, go with them as much as possible and go to the forest to find the rest. The disciples of the two peaks, fight when you encounter those who have been hit, grab the flags as much as possible, and run if you can’t, try not to be robbed of the colored flags on your waist, and then build the foundation realm into divisions The two groups went straight to the top of the mountain, and met the other disciples of the two peaks on the road, but one did not stay." At the end, Wang Wanwan's voice was cold.
Mu Zijun and Bai Zimo next to him discussed a few whispers, then looked at Zhao Jiuge and said faintly, "This is okay. Wait for you to bring Leng Rufeng and Bai Qingqing in a group, we are in a group of five, persuade Be careful, see you at the top of the mountain. I don't want to see the few base-building realms that can't even reach the top of the mountain at the end." Although I approved the method proposed by Zhao Jiuge, there are needles in the words, which is strange.
"Who can't figure out who can't reach the top of the mountain, just wait and see." Zhao Jiuge said in disdainful disdain. Although the usual internal conflicts have been temporarily abandoned because of the training camp, it does not mean that the two sides can shake hands and make peace. After finishing talking, Zhao Jiuge didn't even look at Mu Zijun, and came to Luo Xie.
"Wait later, you will take dozens of them, try to pick up the remote roads to guard those who are alone, then delay to the back, and finally rush to the top of the mountain. I believe other Liangfeng disciples are not stupid. , Will definitely go with each other. When the time comes, you will swarm up to the top of the mountain, but it will be safer for the time being. As for the rest, you should act on your own. Without losing your own colorful flags, try to capture others as much as possible. Do you understand the colorful flags?" Zhao Jiuge whispered to Luo Xie.
Luo Xie secretly looked around and nodded vigorously.
Seeing Luo Xie's response, Zhao Jiuge was relieved, looked around at these twenty or thirty young people, and finally said, "Then I will leave with Leng Rufeng. Be careful yourself, or that sentence Then, follow my brother to keep the meat to eat. After this training camp, we will ensure that all of you will have a flying sword."
Zhao Jiuge didn't deliberately lower his voice. The people around him heard it, causing a burst of laughter. Everyone looked at Zhao Jiuge with complicated eyes.
But Zhao Jiuge ignored these, leaving with the indifferent Bai Qingqing and some uneasy Leng Rufeng.
On the other side, Mu Zijun, Bai Zimo, Sword Scar, Wang Wanwan and Liu Ying'er, the five foundation building realms, also rushed to the top of the mountain in the other direction, but Liu Ying'er turned her head back from time to time. Looking at the back of Zhao Jiuge.
Most of the remaining disciples were divided into two circles and walked in groups. Only a few disciples who usually practice alone were alone. At this time, they walked repeatedly and left alone. But these people are only a minority. Presumably the situation on the other two peaks not far away is similar to here.
When everyone left, the mountain forest that hadn't had much movement before suddenly burst into the sky. Nearly one-third of the people took out the magic weapon, and the rest was nothing but bare hands. After all, not everyone has it. Magic weapon, because it has only been two years since I started.
The area where the aura flashes is in sharp contrast with the areas just now, but the eyes of those disciples who don’t have magic weapons in their hands are full of hope. They believe that after this training camp, each of their Xuantianfeng disciples Can get those two hundred tributes in exchange for a flying sword of the lowest level.
Just because of the sentence just now. Go with brother and have meat to eat.
It didn't last long, the forest was completely quiet, there was no figure, only the withered yellow leaves that had been trampled on the ground were still cracking slightly.
A breeze struck, rolling up the dead leaves on the ground, and blowing, and the petals of the surrounding branches were swayed by the wind.
As if they are also telling, this exciting Sanfeng training has officially begun!
And when these new disciples started to act.
Another mountain not far from Wuhua Peak, a different scene happened.
On the top of an unnamed mountain, on a huge rock of yellow sand on the edge of a cliff. Wearing a purple gown with a youth-like appearance, Wuxin Jian, squinting his vicissitudes of life, looked into the depths of Wuhua Peak, with his hands behind his back. The wind on the top of the mountain rolled up his long purple gown, but he remained motionless.
On the left side, there is Jian Wuxie with a cold face and no emotions, but Jian Wuxie in a black robe all the year round. Today is a little different, and the usually somewhat wooden eyes are rare. A hint of interest.
On the right side, Jian Wuxuan, who is handsome, with long hair slouching on his shoulders, has a faint smile on his face. Those charming Danfeng eyes look into the depths of Wuhua Peak and nod from time to time. He can be said to be an unknown existence from the outside world. Except when he was young, he went out to experience the sect and he never went out again. As a result, no sect left his prestige, but now he is no better than the two seniors. weak. Even if you have always had a heart that can't stand the loneliness, you still haven't taken a step out of the martial art, and it exists as the trump card of the martial art.
The three of them are undoubtedly the high-levels of Xuan Tianfeng. The people in charge today, except for the elders who live in seclusion, belong to them with the highest authority. Among them, Jian Wuxuan is the most unassuming, and he gets in touch with those disciples, and gives advice from time to time, and is deeply loved by the disciples.
Now, Jian Wuxin, as the head teacher, came to watch the training today, which shows the importance of this training. Normally, these mighty powers of them can observe everything completely with their minds, and they don't need to do anything extra to come here.
The three of them all looked at the depths of Wuhua Peak, watching them quietly, without a sound.
However, this tranquility was quickly broken, and there was no flash of aura, and no sound of movement or sound was heard. Only a word was suddenly loud, and then four figures appeared beside the three of them.
"Haha, head teacher, it’s been a long time since I saw you have such a leisure time. I have personally taken care of these little guys."
As the voice fell, a tall and burly middle-aged man wearing a white Confucian shirt, headband, and a scabbard slung behind him looked at Jian Wuxin with a smile on his face. But there was not much smile in those eyes.
Behind him is a thin middle-aged man wearing a normal black robe. He has no special expression on his face. At this moment, his hands are hanging slightly, standing behind them.
"Haha, Palmer Du is right. I think, if it wasn't for today's training day, it would be very rare to see the head teacher." On the other side, one of them was dressed in beige linen with gray hair. Gu Xi's old man also agreed with a smile, but it seemed that there was something in the words.
Behind the old man in beige linen, there was also an old man dressed in gray linen, but this old man was tall, thin, and had a distinctive hooked nose.
Seeing the sudden arrival of the four, the expressions of Jian Wuxie and Jian Wuxin sank, revealing unkind expressions, and both of them frowned secretly.
Especially Jian Wuxuan's brow furrowed more severely, his eyes looked at the burly man with a turban on his head and a scabbard back in disgust, wondering how Du Junping, the master of Xuanqifeng, came here and brought him With his brother Du Jun.
This Du Junping looks like a burly man on the outside, but looks like a woman in his heart. He is careful not to say, he is jealous, cruel, and a stomach of bad water. I hate him tightly.
As for the old man in beige linen on the other side, Xuan Luofeng’s palm Zhang Xu is stronger than Du Junping, and he is focused on martial arts, but in recent years he has become more and more arrogant and wants Xuan Luofeng to overwhelm Xuantian. At the top of the peak, he was thinking about the position of the head teacher, and behind him was his junior brother Ye Deyong. Although there is only one word between the palm seat and the palm teacher, they are worlds apart.
The palm teaches Jian Wuxin, but he doesn't frown like Jian Wuxuan and the others. On the contrary, it seems that I didn’t see the smiles of the other two peaks with the sword hidden in the smile, just a faint smile, and the voice looked a little vague on the top of the mountain, "These little guys are like the fresh blood of a sect. They are related to the foundation of a sect, and more important to the future of the sect I don’t care about the rise and fall of the century. Don’t the two leaders have the same time to run here to see the situation."
Jian Wuxin is still in the same posture as before, without turning his head back, the gust of wind on the mountain top blows his purple clothes, making her even more dusty.
The seven people on the top of the mountain, excluding the elders who practiced in seclusion, are undoubtedly the upper level of the entire Xuantian Sword Sect, and now they are all here for the training of this new disciple.