Immortal Soaring Blade Chapter 2: Enter the building

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"The good dog is not in the way. Don't be embarrassed. If you can't enter the Xuantian Sword Gate, just roll away, don't stand in the way of my son." A arrogant and arrogant word suddenly interrupted the youth. complain.

On the square, an impressive line of people and horses slowly appeared in people’s sight. Three tall black horses without a trace of variegation carried carriages made of golden nanmu, and the curtains of the carriages were made of gold. Inlaid with silver edges, behind him followed a group of men in iron armor with an aura like a rainbow. The steps were the same, revealing an extraordinary killing spirit.

At this time, a young man dressed in a white robe and equipped with a powerful sword was standing on the carriage with his mouth folded, and he yelled at the young man with disdain, just slightly Some immature faces flashed with old-fashioned and harshness that did not match their age.

A pair of gloomy eyes were staring at the young man in navy blue at this time. At a young age, he had such power. While talking, the noisy square suddenly quieted down, and the crowd kept watching. Look at this young man.

There are not a few people who come to Xuantian Sword Sect to apprentice today, and there are also disciples with distinguished backgrounds, but they are secretly shocked when they see the teenagers dressing up. Even the men wearing iron armors behind them reveal their aura, and they are also cultivation. By!

For a time, many girls looked at the white-robed teenagers with their eyes brightened, and those teenagers whose family background was not bad, some secretly disdain, some were jealous, and some even looked flattering. Disgusting cheeks, no matter whether it is a mortal or a cultivator, there is no shortage of doglegs. As for those disciples who have ordinary family backgrounds or set foot in the practice because of adventures, they look at it microscopically, and it really doesn't matter what they look like.

Seeing proudly standing in front of the carriage, looking down at the young man in his white robe with disdain, words of humiliation, the angry youth's face suddenly stiffened, and then the angry anger seemed to be found. Catharsis, he was about to get angry, and suddenly saw the white-robed boy stretch out the slender hand of the white jade and the iron-clad man behind him who was preparing to make a move. He immediately retracted what he was about to say.

He lowered his head honestly, his face was a little red. I don’t know if it’s because I lost my ugliness in front of so many people. Others yelled at myself, but I didn’t dare to say a word, or suffocated the red, and then moved quickly. It seemed to have to leave the building.

Seeing the appearance of the young man leaving in embarrassment, the white-robed young man couldn't help but lifted slightly, his face was triumphant, and he snorted, then jumped and landed on the ground of the square with his hands behind his back, raised his head and chest, arrogant Walked towards the building dignifiedly.

The young man in the white robe felt that he enjoyed the superiority and the admiration of the crowd. He quickly entered the building, deliberately drank it loudly, and lowered his head slightly, "Junior Bai Zimo, here comes the Xuantian Sword Sect to apprentice."

The voice spread through the entire square through spiritual power. For a while, everyone remembered the name Bai Zimo, with different thoughts.

The roof of the building.

A middle-aged man in black sackcloth and a young man with a jade face wearing a yellow sword robe looked out into the distance with their hands folded, enjoying the breeze coming toward them.

"Uncle Master, take a look, is it so lonely now that I am so lonely at the Xuantian Sword Sect? What kind of disciple are you? Not talking about aptitude, just talking about character and quality, it's too unreasonable. "The young man in the yellow sword robe, at this moment, sighed and angry on the jade face, and there was a vague worry in his eyes.

"Wu Tianshan, how many years have you entered the Xuantian Sword Sect, why is your temper so unstable? It's normal for one school to take turns. I think my Xuantian Sword Sect was just one The three-liu sect, afterwards, Patriarch Xuantian had a sudden enlightenment and created his own Xuantian Sword Art, breaking through the Mahayana realm in one fell swoop, until Juxia soared, making me the leader of Xuantian Sword Sect. Although I am lonely now, why bother to take it too seriously. It’s better to practice well when you have that time."

The middle-aged man in black plain clothes sighed softly, his eyes still looking into the distance, his face was not waved, but his eyes were full of vicissitudes of life, and there was no spiritual energy around his body, but he could make the decent yellow sword-robed youth respectful Call the uncle master, it is not such a simple character on the surface.

"It's just that I'm not reconciled. Looking back on the vast years, how vigorous my Xuantian Sword Sect is. Now I have only this kind of disciples, and the number is getting fewer and fewer." The young man named Wu Tianshan watched coldly. Those teenagers in the square downstairs.

"Since the fall of my Xuantian Sword Sect, in recent decades, Yuehua Academy’s master disciple has been ambitious and wants to replace my Xuantian Sword Sect’s position in the past, and this year I have been acting frequently. In recent generations of disciples, there are no geniuses, and it is hard to stop. I have to go to the head teacher to discuss countermeasures this time. Otherwise, it is such a vicious circle, my Xuantian Sword Sect really has to gradually fade out of people’s vision."

The middle-aged man in black plain clothes has a pair of vicissitudes of life finally showing a trace of emotion at this time, but he still looks into the distance, and never looked at the group of young girls downstairs.

Wu Tianshan, standing next to him, sighed slightly. I don’t know how many of this group of disciples can enter the inner gate, and a few can rise up like stars. Today’s Xuantian Jianmen doesn't lack resources, the only difference is pure jade and time.

A light breeze passed, Wu Tianshan, who was too obsessed in his heart, became more sober, sighing that time is not waiting for me, then pressed his lips tightly, his eyes were firm, even if the Xuantian Sword Sect had reached that point, he was willing Order me to coexist and die with the school.

The plaza downstairs.

As Bai Zimo swaggered into the building, the crowd became so quiet that the crowd suddenly became noisy again, discussing or talking each other, only Zhao Jiuge looked at it coldly, and listened quietly to the crowd. Collecting information and news that I have never heard of.

On the square, young people from good backgrounds, accompanied by their families, quietly waited for the news of getting started. At the same time, they kept saying hello to people they knew, making friends who will be the same in the future, and most of them are alone. The conditions at home were not good, because Qi Yu came here with the idea of ​​a try.

The number of people on the square began to increase. Most of them were family members who accompanied their children. Zhao Jiuge noticed that there were several groups of people coming from behind. Looking at the luxurious momentum, it was no less than the previous Bai Zimo's pomp. Seeing this, Zhao Jiuge's heart became even more fiery. He had never seen such a scene before, and at this time he felt more determined in his heart.

On the square, the people of all kinds didn't know at all. At this time, every move, every smile, and the ugly posture, everything was noticed by the two people on the roof.

After listening for a long time, Zhao Jiuge didn’t hear any useful news. Looking at the dense crowd, he took a deep breath, stood up straight, and strode forward towards the building. Stay, all decided at this moment.

Stepping on the steps, Zhao Jiuge only feels his heart thumping and throbbing. The two Xuantian Swordsmen disciples wearing blue sword robes and a small sword printed on the silver cuffs saw them rushing towards their faces. Zhao Jiuge looked at Zhao Jiuge keenly, never letting go from head to toe.

The delicate face, the thin body buried under the clean and plain black robes, the indescribable affinity is very good for people. Since the cultivation of the spiritual realm, the influence of the Sanskrit technique has also made Zhao Jiuge spiritual. stand up.

After looking at it from beginning to end, after the two disciples confirmed Zhao Jiuge’s approximate age, they nodded gently under Zhao Jiuge’s nervous and expectant eyes, let out a long sigh, and took a step forward with excitement. Stepping out of the threshold of the first floor of the building, and entering the hall, Zhao Jiuge, standing in the threshold, looked around curiously.

The first impression is that it is antique, not gorgeous and luxurious.

In the hall, a dozen disciples of the Xuantian Sword Sect wearing blue sword robes communicated one-on-one, accompanied by a dozen young girls who are about the same age as Zhao Jiuge, each of them more or less All of them have spiritual power fluctuations, but the fluctuations are not large.

There are some calligraphy and paintings hanging on the surrounding walls. Those fonts are particularly scribbled. Zhao Jiuge can’t understand, but he feels that every word has a sword intent, special strong and strong, and every stroke reveals a sharp breath. It surprised Zhao Jiuge secretly.

Then found that there was still a middle-aged man in the hall, but the cuffs of the blue sword robe were printed with three small silver swords, and he groaned, Zhao Jiuge seemed to have thought of something, so he moved his spiritual power, revealing There was a more powerful spiritual aura than a dozen young girls in the hall.

Huh?

Feeling the change in the hall, more than a dozen teenagers and girls in the hall cast their eyes, and even the middle-aged man with three silver swords on the cuffs was surprised, and then he also cast his attention. Looking at Zhao Jiuge, the middle-aged man's eye sockets stretched slightly, and then he got up and stood straight toward Zhao Jiuge with his lips tightly pressed.

The middle-aged man walked closer and closer, but Zhao Jiuge became more and more nervous. Finally, the middle-aged man came to Zhao Jiuge. His dark face was now looking up and down Zhao Jiuge. After reading it, The lower short beard trembled slightly, revealing a kind smile, "Are you coming to Xuantian Sword Gate today to get started."

"Well, yes, senior, junior Zhao Jiuge." Zhao Jiuge nodded in fear, and said respectfully.

Nodded lightly, the middle-aged man snorted, suddenly grabbed Zhao Jiuge’s left hand, squeezed the bone and gently touched, and then slowly said, "You go to the third floor rest meeting, and the time is up. At the door, everyone can regain their energy. The trial of just getting started is not so easy."

After speaking, he turned and left and walked elsewhere in the hall. After Mogu, he confirmed his age and cultivation level, and then the middle-aged man let Zhao Jiuge go upstairs with confidence.

Zhao Jiuge was stunned for a while. He didn't understand why he had to go to the third floor by himself. He looked up and found that there was indeed a staircase at the corner of the floor. He stepped upstairs with a sense of doubt and anxiety.

As the middle-aged man’s words fell, the dozens of figures who were originally focused on Zhao Jiuge also made a little sensation. I don’t understand why Zhao Jiuge was sent to the third floor, but what is certain is that the treatment is definitely It's a good thing.

Until Zhao Jiuge's figure disappeared as he entered the upstairs, everyone withdrew their envious and jealous eyes, and then concentrated on facing the Xuantian Sword Sect disciple in front of him.