Zhao Chengfeng sneered: "No matter what his identity is, as long as he can't pass the three levels of entry, even if the master uncle personally promises to accept him as an apprentice, I will also drive him down the mountain, and he will not be allowed to enter my Taixuanshan Gate!" Ren Qing smiled bitterly: "I'm afraid that this little junior brother still has some real materials." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 It is rumored that he has practiced the 36 styles of the Benmen Shoushan Sword since he was a child, and he fought a sword battle with Yang Tianqi of the Shaoyang Sword Sect, and he actually won by luck. This kind of swordsmanship cultivation is beyond the reach of you and me at his age. ”

Zhao Chengfeng shook his head and said: "Senior Brother Ren, how can you listen to and believe partially, without consideration? Then you and I have never practiced the mountain guarding sword, but it is the foundation of this swordsmanship, but even if you practice it consistently, what flowers can you practice? As for the sword fighting that beats Yang Tianqi? That Yang Tianqi has cultivated into a golden pill, which is the same as our cultivation, Ling Chong's swordsmanship is frightened, but he has just entered the Dao Gate, and it is not known whether the acupoints around his body are opened or not, and Yang Tianqi twisted him to death with one finger. In my opinion, it must be Senior Brother Ye who was stealthy and secretly made a move, and he didn't want to show his merits, so he excused Ling Chong to win a game with swordsmanship!"

Ren Qing was silent, in fact, he was also extremely skeptical of Ling Chong's achievements, and Zhao Chengfeng's words made him even more determined. It's just that Guo Chunyang, who is in charge of the sect, has been accepted as a disciple of Chrysostom Yuyan, and these juniors have nothing to say. "If Ling Chong passes the three levels, it's easy to say, but if he can't pass......"

Ling Chong was dressed in a dark robe, with big sleeves fluttering, swaying. is a handsome young Taoist priest, fluttering but out of the dust. He was full of deducing the changes in swordsmanship, and he didn't know that two fellow brothers were talking about him. Above the reed shed, Ren Qing turned his mouth and said: "Senior Brother Zhao, this time the selection of disciples, there are those good roots and seedlings, have you ever paid attention?" Zhao Chengfeng nodded and said: "Senior Brother Ren, don't worry, I have already investigated this matter." Among the nine small nations attached to this gate, a total of seventy-two seeds were selected, all of whom were of Middle-earth Miao descent. His ancestors had moved here seven generations ago, and his family was innocent. ”

As long as the cultivators do not become pure yang and cannot transform their own path, they must be supported by external objects, even great masters like Guo Chunyang. Although there are only a few people in the great sect of cultivation, there may be hundreds of thousands, if not millions, of mortal people behind them, working hard to support these immortal masters. The Taixuan Sword Sect is no exception, otherwise what would the disciples in the sect eat and drink, and what minerals would they use to refine swords and treasures?

The Taixuan Sword Sect is located in the extreme west, surrounded by a total of nine large and small countries, each of which has a population of more than 100,000 people, and less than one million in one place. The people of these small countries, born around the Taixuan Sword Sect, have been immersed in spiritual wits for a long time, and are most likely to give birth to a physique suitable for cultivation. Since the second generation of patriarchs founded the Taixuan Sword School, they have set a rule that only the Han and Miao descendants of the Middle Earth will be accepted, and no others will be included. After thousands of years of selection in the door, among the nine small countries, all of them are the blood of the Han people, this time the mountain gate is heavy, Zhao Chengfeng specially sent people to order the monarchs of the nine countries, and select the young girls with beautiful bones in their own country for selection.

This matter has been decided three years ago, and the nine monarchs also know that this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, if they can be selected by the immortal master of the Taixuan Sword Sect, they can practice the immortal law, there is a hundred benefits and no harm, and their own country can also be passed on for thousands of generations, and they will never worry. Therefore, he worked very hard, selected the best young men and women, and sent them to the Taixuanmen. The hundreds of people that Ling Chong had just seen were the best seeds selected by the Nine Kingdoms.

Most of these people are from noble backgrounds, they have taken elixirs since they were children, and they have excellent exercises to practice, so they are full of true qi, and their roots and bones are beautiful. It is difficult to produce a noble son from a poor family, if you are born in a poor family, you will have excellent congenital roots, and you have no elixir nourishment since you were a child, and you have delayed the best time for cultivation, so you are unfamiliar with everyone. Therefore, among the seventy-two people, the emperor and nobles accounted for more than seventy percent. Most of these young magnates traveled away from home for the first time, and they inevitably brought more servants with them, and they were noisy, chaotic, and noisy.

Ren Qing's brows furrowed, and Zhao Chengfeng also felt that he couldn't hold it on his face, and said angrily to the disciples on the side: "Don't get down yet, tell them to be cleaner! Otherwise, they will be beaten out and never recruited!" The disciple was also forty or fifty years old, and he was used to his own master calling and drinking, so he rushed down to the reed shed and shouted: "Wait for the truth, don't make a noise, gather in one place, line up the directions, wait for the immortal master to call, and if you want to make trouble, you will all go out!"

As soon as these words came out, the crowd suddenly fell silent, and one person exclaimed: "Hey, isn't that Hou Jing, the third young master of the Zhenguo Gong Hou family? It is rumored that he entered the immortal gate thirty years ago, and he didn't look old at all, and he really got the immortal law!" There were still people salivating and shouting: "Third Young Master! I'm the old man of Ningguo Mansion, doesn't the third young master know me anymore? I also practiced swords with you when you were young!"

That disciple is really called Hou Jing, born in a small country of Zhenguo Mansion, now he is in his fifties, but he has achieved success in cultivation, and he is not old, hearing this, thinking of his master's hot temper, his heart is anxious, and he suddenly stretched out his hand and patted it, and the person before screamed, but somehow, his face has been hit hard, and he only hit his eyes.

Hou Jingsen looked around and said coldly: "There is no third young master of Zhenguo Gong today, some are just Hou Jing, the third generation disciple of Taixuan, wait for the queue to line up quickly, I won't say it a second time, if you violate the order, you will definitely not be spared!" The person before was slapped in the face, and he really didn't dare to say it again. When the remaining young master heard this, she hurriedly summoned the housekeeper and lined up the team in a chaotic manner.

Ling Chong swayed over, didn't say much, was the last in line, only blinked his eyes, looked at the reed shed, and his face showed a very curious look. Zhao Chengfeng saw it at a glance and said with a smile: "It's really still a child, Senior Brother Ren, I'm waiting to say that I am also a century-old cultivator, and I can't help but have a teenage junior brother, I don't know what the senior brother thinks, but the younger brother is unwilling." Ren Qing smiled bitterly: "This is the golden order of the master in charge, who dares to disobey it? Don't say that he is just a junior brother, that is, the master of the teacher orders him to be the ancestor of you and me, don't you also have to bow your head and worship!"

Zhao Chengfeng's face was pale, and he was angry, and when he saw that there was a noisy and noisy scene below, there was no ending, and he was furious, and shouted: "Hou Jing! within ten breaths, if you don't take care of it properly, Lao Tzu will send you to guard the Yin Wind Cave!" The yin wind scrapes the bones like a knife, guarding in it, not only can the cultivation not be saved, but it is not good, it is not good, it is entered by the yin wind, and it is necessary to have a serious illness and destroy the Daoji. The disciples in the door are afraid of it as the end of the road.