The place where the Sword Sect is located is called Wanren Mountain, also known as Sword Mountain, and it is said that people who are lucky enough can get the spirit sword to choose the master, and in this mountain, there have been spiritual swords buried everywhere.

That's not wrong. "The leader of the Tiangong Pavilion is Elder Wang, his white and chubby appearance is more like a rich businessman, but his appearance is online, he can be regarded as a Confucian businessman, he has a beautiful beard, he slows down his voice when he speaks, strokes his beard, and has his own demeanor.

He is the most affinity in the Tiangong Pavilion, and he has no temper towards the juniors, unlike other fire elders who are addicted to refining tools and always have a strange temper, It is said that this is because he is the relationship of the fire wood spirit root.

——On the influence of spiritual roots on human character.

"How do you feel about coming here?" said Elder Wang, stroking his beard again with a smile and pointing to the mountains outside.

The mountains under the clouds loom like a beauty in a light veil, seductively coveted, you can see the terrain like a dragon, you can also see the peaks one after another, or like the name of ten thousand people, each mountain peak is like a sharpened sword, standing in the forest, as if to pierce this sky.

The sharp aura that could not be concealed by the clouds and mist penetrated through, making them all feel a compelling momentum on the spaceship, as if stretching out a hideous blade, and the slightest carelessness was the result of ten thousand swords piercing their hearts.

"I'm afraid it's not sword qi, right?" Some disciples couldn't bear to guess first.

"It's also possible that the sword intent, the sword intent is compelling!"

Except for Elder Wang, the other disciples who came this time were all coming for the first time, and the Tiangong Pavilion really didn't have much democracy in this regard, so he chose a few of the more reliable disciples among the many disciples who submitted their works, and a few more combat-ready people formed a team of people, and set off with them.

The purpose of the Ten Sects Contest is to test the progress of each sect, and will not let those who have participated once participate in it repeatedly, the strong is still strong, even if he loses for a while, it will not erase his previous strong and weak, it also depends on who he compares with, always give food to the experienced, and defeat under the experience of the other party is not good for the sects.

Therefore, the default of the Ten Sects is the unwritten rule of choosing new disciples who have never participated in it as much as possible.

"Qingshan can bury bones!" Elder Wang sighed, looking at the green mountain that seemed to be close in front of him, and seemed to see another scene in his eyes, not so calm, but full of blood, his hands brushing his beard slowed down, and his voice was even more relaxed.

"Ten thousand years ago, this was one of the main battlefields of the demon invasion. One sentence seems to have been able to tell countless histories, making people imagine the tragedy of that time.

Being able to be attacked in front of the sect has proved how weak the human monks were at that time, and in that situation, it is about the same as fighting against the water, and the final result is considered a victory from this time, but for this victory, I don't know how many people are buried in this green mountain.

"It's not just the sword intent, but also the sword qi, and the most important thing is the obsession of those who bury the bones, this place is the battlefield, and it is also the home of the Sword Sect. Elder Wang didn't tell at length how heroic and cruel that period of history was, nor did he tell them too much about what the Sword Sect did at that time, but the respect revealed in his words still made people feel it, and even when they looked at this green mountain and those thousands of people, it was obvious that they were looking down, and they had a feeling of looking up.

"Stepping on the bones of the predecessors, without such courage, there will be no progress of the descendants, we are willing to act as dry bones destined to be buried, and you, you must have the courage and perseverance to step on the bones to climb the ladder of heaven. ”

Elder Wang's statement was not very gorgeous, and it didn't even have an exciting and impassioned tone, he really thought so, and he really said so.

"The purpose of the Ten Great Comparisons is to let you test your own deficiencies, make up for the shortcomings, don't hesitate in place for this, don't come to cultivate immortals if you are unable to move forward, you will become immortals after thousands of tempers, every failure is tempering, it is the tempering of fire, and if you survive it, it is the material of refining, but if you can't stand it, it is destined to be a pile of waste slag. ”

Elder Wang looked at the disciples in front of him, everyone is not a child anymore, many truths are known, but knowing may not be the same as doing, some people are thoughtful, some people think that it is a rehash of the same old tune, and some people have begun to quietly look at the scenery outside, and do not take these things in front of them to heart.

Nor approving those who were thoughtful, nor harshly criticizing those who were distracted, nor condemning the eyes of those disciples who could no longer hide their impatient looks, Elder Wang's gaze, except when he looked out, had always been very peaceful, and the peace with a smile was more like gentleness, which made people believe in his elegant appearance, believe in his kindness, and forget the calm and waveless transparency in the depths of his eyes.

The road of cultivating immortals, where is it so easy to walk, there are always some people who will continue to fall behind and turn into grass and trees on the ground, he just needs to watch, watch them keep climbing, maybe one day they will surpass themselves, maybe they can only be looked down on by him forever.

"If you can't get the leader in the refining weapon, I must punish you here. Elder Wang suddenly retracted the slight curvature at the corner of his mouth, and the whole person showed a kind of coldness, and the atmosphere changed in an instant, and the tone and words that were completely different from just now, like warm water turning into ice water, suddenly made people shiver.

“... ... Yes!"

After being stunned, everyone found the voice, which was not a neat answer.

After a while, after they dispersed, they couldn't help but talk about this Elder Wang's coming, and the senior brother who had palpitations said that this Elder Wang was the most difficult one to mess with in the Tiangong Pavilion.

"If it is in his hands, just wait to be skinned, it is really skinned. ”

Immortal cultivators, reborn with severed limbs, and remodeling, are not a big deal, but if it is not for special circumstances, few people are willing to toss themselves like this, but this Elder Wang can make skin change an art.

His most famous work is the Colorful Clothes Workshop, which sounds like a beautiful name, and it is very pleasing to the nuns, there are not many nuns who do not want beautiful clothes, the difference is that these clothes are not so different from the clothes next to them.

Do you know how many layers of a person's skin can be peeled off before the flesh is exposed? Nine layers, there are nine layers, and for mortals, cultivators can have more, because their recovery power is better.

Every piece of clothing in the Caiyi Workshop is a piece of human skin, from head to toe, just like the kind necessary for painted skin, as long as it is put on, it can be automatically closed, and it also has the effect of fitting closely, just like ordinary magic clothes.

Thinking about wearing such a garment, even knowing that it was not stripped from a dead person, I am afraid that it will make you feel creepy.

At one time, one of the more widespread stories among mortals was "Are your skins sold?"

Exchanging the gold and silver and other things that mortals like for their beautiful skin, only one or two layers, for most people, they lose that layer of skin unconsciously, it may be a little painful, but with the corresponding elixir, it doesn't matter.

Lin Lang was dumbfounded when he heard this, such a person turned out to be a famous figure in the Righteous Dao Sect, how could the evil way be considered evil?

"In the colorful clothing workshop that Elder Wang treasured, it is said that there are more than 10,000 beautiful clothes alone, all of them are alluring, and I am afraid that there are even more of them, our disciples, if they make a mistake and are punished by him, it is usually the punishment of skinning, and the pain is not reduced. ”

The senior brother said with a toothache on his face, probably because he had suffered that kind of pain, and he unconsciously recalled it as he spoke.

"In this way, is it really okay?" A disciple who was listening next to him couldn't help but shudder, and then looked at Elder Wang who was standing there smiling, only to feel that he had seen an ogre, and a look of cringe appeared on his face.

The senior brother waved his hand and said magnificently: "There is no problem, Elder Wang is still very good, his Caiyi Workshop is all mortal skins for takeout, and we cultivators, even if they are peeled off, they are mostly used for punishment, and they have to be returned." ”

I was fortunate enough to receive a complete piece of my own skin, the untreated kind, senior brother, the past is unbearable!

"I just think it's scarier. ”

How did it feel to receive a skin with the same facial features as one?

Lin Lang almost couldn't help but take a look at Elder Wang, his current appearance, was it his own skin, or was he covered with a layer of skin?

Elder Wang also had a distraction period of cultivation, and he didn't dare to use his divine sense to look at it, even if he didn't dare to use his spiritual power, he could only leave this doubt.

However, Tiangong Pavilion is so heavy-tasted, and it can still be openly located in the righteous sect, either it is particularly bullish, or it is particularly meritorious, otherwise...

"Is there ten sects in the beginning?" Lin Lang asked, it was rare to meet a senior brother who was willing to solve his doubts, and he was also willing to listen to more people talk about the ancients.

"How is that possible?" The senior brother was babbling, looking at him with a strange look, and seeing a few junior disciples around him who also pricked up their ears, trying to concentrate on listening to the lecture to get rid of the feeling of hair standing on end just now, coughed twice, and began to talk about the history of the sect.

As soon as the words began, he felt a slight sway, the senior brother stopped talking and looked outside, the spaceship stopped, and the gate of the Sword Sect was already in front of him.

The broad-bladed sword was in the air, exuding a faint luster, this was not a sword in the real sense, but a certain force revealed the appearance of the sword body under the refraction of light.

Elder Wang smiled and negotiated, the other party sent someone to pick him up, the lightsaber flickered, and the spaceship seemed to enter another piece of sky, and the peaks that were still close in front of him just now were as far away as the sky, and in the square in front of him, there were already some people from the sect who came first, and when they heard the movement, they looked back.

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Everyone has a love for beauty, not to mention that he used to think about relying on his flesh and skin to pretend to be a normal person to infiltrate the sect.