Immortal Soaring Blade Chapter 4: The wretched young local tyrant
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Since Mu Zijun's arrival, Liu Ying'er has spoken a lot, and her smile has become even sweeter. Seeing Luo Xie became even more unable to bear the commotion in his heart, but Zhao Jiuge observed that when a few people were not paying attention, Mu Zijun looked at several people deliberately, which did not match the smile on the surface. Zhao Jiuge felt that this was not a fuel-efficient lamp either.
Everyone was talking without a word, and then seven or eight people came to the third floor one after another. Among them, one of the girls was the most eye-catching girl, with a graceful figure, hot and **** clothes, and a charming face, especially Tempting.
This made Luo Xie want to stop, but later people did not come forward to talk, but just stayed quietly.
Time went by little by little, and the noise of the square outside downstairs became smaller and smaller, and gradually the crowd became less and less. Those who either did not meet the requirements or were not qualified to start, some laughed and others worry.
People who are not reconciled continue to try other sects. Those who do not meet the requirements are complaining and venting. The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the square, while the people on the square rendered in orange are performing their own Sad and happy.
The roof of the building.
The ordinary middle-aged man in black robes and Wu Tianshan stood still elevated, and they watched the setting sun soon.
"Uncle Master, the acceptance of disciples is about to end. I don’t know how many new disciples I can have in the line of Xuantianfeng this time at the Xuantian Sword Sect. The position of instructor has been passed down to Xuantianfeng. Now I The Xuantian Sword Sect gradually declined, and both Xuan Qifeng and Xuan Luofeng began to talk about it, saying that the master's control of the sect caused such a situation, and the responsibility was placed on the master." Wu Tianshan said with a full face.
The middle-aged man in the black robe narrowed his eyes. He was silent for a long time without saying a word. He didn't know what he was thinking, and then he spoke for a while. "Since the ancestor Xuantian, the ancestor has set the rules and stayed The three veins complement each other, with my Xuantian Peak as the mainstay, and their two peaks as the shop. Is it possible to try to seize power now in a delusion."
For a while, the middle-aged man's slightly narrowed eyes flashed.
"Today, I took a look and found that there are still a few good roots. It will be no problem to enter the inner door through the test of the outer door by then. When the time comes, more training will be done. It is time to kill them. "
The words are not hurried or slow, but the words are cold.
Wu Tianshan, who is in a yellow sword robe, looked a little worried. He looked at the scattered people on the square at this time. "Hey, there are enemies outside and chaos inside. Everything depends on this year. This group of disciples seems to be the battle meeting of various sects more than ten years later. It is estimated that that will be the focus at that time."
The lobby on the third floor.
As time passed bit by bit, the afterglow of the setting sun was also spilled on the window sill, and the hollow floral prints carved through the window sill were still in the pavilion.
"Let you wait a long time, and have enough rest. All go down to the square to gather." A young disciple in a blue sword robe did not know when he came to the third floor. A mouth shocked everyone. Did not feel this disciple's breath fluctuation.
Zhao Jiuge was surprised inwardly, thinking that even an ordinary disciple is like this. It can be seen how extraordinary the Xuantian Sword Sect's background is. I heard that it has declined now, but it must have fallen, even if it has fallen, the skinny camel is bigger than the horse.
Since Zhao Jiuge met Ye Wuyou's inheritance in the stone room, he accidentally stepped on the gate of Xiuxian, and every bit of it along the way was just a little trouble. In this mysterious and fantastic world, Zhao Jiuge even Bingshan I didn't see a corner, except for the grandfather Yang who Susu said, the highest I saw the practitioner of the foundation building realm.
You should know that the first three realms are all for the foundation of the foundation, and the formal practice begins when the foundation is built. Entering this gate is like a house. You need to dig a hole first, and then you can lay the foundation. Only after the foundation is laid can the building be built layer by layer. The stronger the foundation, the taller the building can be, and the farther you can go on the road of practice.
Seeing a blue sword gown with silver edges printed on the cuffs and a long sword on his back, thinking that he could do this right away, he couldn't help feeling the blood in his body boiling. That is a kind of expectation, but also a kind of excitement.
For a time, black robe bursts, long hair fluttering, and the whole person looks vigorous.
"It's finally coming. After sitting for a long time, my **** is numb." Wang Wanwan, who couldn't stop for a moment, immediately sat up, the fat all over his body was shaking slightly when he stood, Zhao Jiuge glanced at his **** , I looked at the wooden stool again, thinking that this stool is really pitiful, and how much pressure it has endured.
Hearing the young disciple’s instructions, the expressions of the more than twenty figures in the hall changed slightly. After leaving these words, the disciple of the Xuantian Sword Sect walked downstairs first, taking a breath I haven't seen any traces in the time of year. Everyone has already seen no surprises and walked towards the square one after another.
A flash of eyes, a deep breath, Zhao Jiuge followed the footsteps of the crowd and walked towards the square downstairs. When this moment came, he realized that it was so fast. When he passed the second floor, he found that he was already there. Going to the empty building, the figure is empty, I think it is probably already a step downstairs.
When stepping out of the threshold and stepping out of the building, the scene before him completely shocked Zhao Jiuge's heart.
On the square paved with cyan stone bricks, there are more than two hundred young girls wearing costumes and decorations of various colors. Looking into the distance, the setting sun below seems to be witnessing this moment. Reluctant to leave.
A layer of gorgeous gold has rendered a curtain of light on the square and the body of the crowd, and the oblique shadows stretched out long. Everyone stood in line in an orderly manner. When I didn’t know when to find out Several middle-aged men wearing sword robes and a dozen disciples wearing blue sword robes were standing in front of the building.
In the noisy square, the sound gradually went from high to low until there was no sound. Everyone stood silently and watched the silhouettes of the middle-aged men in front of them. For a while, no one spoke in the square, which seemed particularly silent. .
And those middle-aged men wearing sword robes also had no openings, but their eyes were sharp as swords. They swept back and forth across the crowd in the square. Whenever they looked at a person, That person would unnaturally tighten his whole body, his body would be straight, and his breathing would be slightly stagnant.
Zhao Jiuge only felt that when one of the middle-aged men glanced at him, he actually felt the intent of the sword, containing the sword's dignity and indomitable momentum, and felt like the calligraphy and painting on the wall when he went upstairs The sword intent contained in it is somewhat similar, but not as strong as the eyes.
On the top of the building, two figures are still standing and not leaving. When the teenagers on the square finally began to stand tall and a youthful vigor slowly overflowed, in the black robe with vicissitudes of eyes The young man finally didn't look into the distance, but with a slight glance, he looked downstairs in the square.
Downstairs, there is no sound.
When an atmosphere of repression and tension filled the air, everyone unconsciously tightened every part of the body, and the vitality began to slowly gather together to form a majestic momentum. This scene was set off by the setting sun. The next look is so spectacular.
"Huh, it looks a bit at last." There was a cold snort in his nose, and he squirmed so lightly, then he withdrew his eyes and looked away.
Wu Tianshan looked at the spectacular scene on the square with interest, with a faint smile on his face, and his thoughts floated to the day when he was young, when he entered the teacher's door, how could he not be like this As a teenager, he is full of illusions and expectations for the future, and at the same time he is very firm in his heart.
But with the change of time, this kind of thoughts and insights gradually ceased to exist, and only the lost heart is replaced. The more you take one step, the harder the next step, so when many monks have reached a certain level of breakthrough When I was hopeless, I started to enjoy it altogether, and some even committed adultery and abuse.
Without hope, there will be no disappointment. People will do evil in their lives, but those cruel people do this kind of things after they have abnormal thoughts because of the hopelessness of becoming immortal.
Thinking in my heart, it's nice to be young.
Seeing these young and immature faces, maybe a few of them will enter the inner door in the future, and maybe even become their own juniors. The influence of their mood, the previous worries are somewhat diluted. .
"I don't know how many people can enter my Xuantian Peak this time." Wu Tianshan looked at the figures with interest, and Wu Tianshan's eyes were full of expectation.
"Let's go with the fate." The words are cold and clear, concise, and cherish the words like gold, as if they are unwilling to say a word.
Looking at the uncle in front of him, Wu Tianshan sighed slightly. His uncle was so dazzling a hundred years ago. Later, because of an accident, the Daoist was killed by an evil and brutal assassin. Since then, Uncle Shi Her personality changed drastically and she became cold.
Therefore, it also hurt the generation of those evil and ferocious monks, who rushed to kill those people. From then on, the whole world of cultivation knew that there was a lunatic in Xuantian Sword Sect, who gave him the nickname Xuantian Xiula.
On the square, more than ten minutes have passed. The crowd is still standing like that. It’s just that while their hearts are anxious, no one is the first to break the calm, because the air is filled with a solemn atmosphere, and the middle-aged men still don’t. It means to speak.
This hasn’t even started yet, is you just wanting to get off the ground?
Finally, the majestic words spread throughout the square.
"It's been so long before I calm down. I don't have any discipline at all. I still want to enter the Xuantian Sword Gate!"
One of the middle-aged men, a mustache with a Chinese character, squinted his eyes slightly, full of majesty. After a pause, when his eyes swept across the crowd and no one spoke, he continued.
"Now, some of you may be triumphant, some of you are lucky, some of you don’t know, but I want to say that being able to enter this building does not mean that you can become a member of the Xuantian Sword Sect , Being a member of the Xuantian Sword Sect does not mean you can enter the inner sect to practice!"
A light and fluttering word suddenly stirred up waves like a thousand layers of waves, and the entire square was suddenly in an uproar.