The next day, the sky was slightly clear, and the morning sun was shining.

Tian Ze had already gotten up, and quietly looked around, and finally understood the various points of the Sword Dynasty Sect.

Among them, the place where the Hidden Treasure Pavilion was located was actually in the inner courtyard where the sect master sword was unified, which couldn't help but make Tian Ze extremely tricky. However, Tian Zetan heard a rather useful news, that is, about Feng Jianyin's identity.

Now the two personal disciples of the Sword Dynasty Sect, Luo Zixian has died in the hands of Tian Ze, and Feng Jian Yin has left the sect and descended the mountain, this is the time to select a new personal disciple, so Tian Ze intends to arouse the heart of Jian Wuyi's love for talent, and it will not be easy to enter the Treasure Pavilion as a personal disciple.

At noon, on the battle platform of the Sword Dynasty Sect, a young man was heroic, holding a spirit sword, standing proudly in Taichung, this person was Tianze.

"Jiang Lang, seventeen consecutive victories, is there anyone else to challenge?"

The deacon who managed the Zhanwu Terrace shouted loudly, and his heart was even more puzzled. Jiang Lang had also been on the battlefield before, but every time he was beaten miserably, this time there was such a huge progress just a few days apart, and it had to be impressive.

"I'm coming!"

At this time, I was surprised to see a bewitching woman volleying on the stage, and between her gestures, she was full of coquettishness.

This woman's name is Zheng Qingyan, and her cultivation is the fivefold foundation realm. He is a spicy and romantic person, and has an unclear relationship with dozens of male disciples of the sect, he has bullied Jiang Lang many times before, and even directly kicked off Jiang Lang's left arm once, which can be described as Jiang Lang's number one Hades.

After Zheng Qingyan came to power, she couldn't help but kick her.

The spirit sword in Tian Ze's hand danced lightly, and a spiritual qi blade mixed with sword qi struck out, forcing Zheng Qingyan to turn over and retreat.

After Zheng Qingyan stood still, although she was surprised in her heart, many male disciples in the audience looked at her, and they took a slight breath and calmed down: "Just now I heard that someone has won more than ten consecutive games on the battle platform, who am I? It turned out to be Jiang Lang! ”

Although Tian Ze didn't know what happened to the woman in front of him and Jiang Lang, but listening to his tone, the two seemed to be hostile, so he said: "Senior sister, let the strength be confirmed by the progress!"

"Are you really Jiang Lang?" Zheng Qingyan frowned slightly, feeling that something was wrong, but at this time, on the battle platform, she couldn't help but think about it.

A pair of willow leaf long knives flashed in Zheng Qingyan's hands, one holding one straight and the other holding it back, looking at Tianze coldly.

"The woman who wielded the sword?"

Generally, women's strength is weak, and they will use some light martial arts. However, most of the knife attacks are slashes, and it is difficult to hold on without enough strength. What's more, the Sword Dynasty Sect was originally established with a sword, and those who used the sword were not treated well by their disciples.

Zheng Qingyan danced with two knives in her hands, attacking Tianze from left to right, accompanied by a rapid sound of sighing, which was the blasting sound of the blade breaking through the air at great speed.

Tian Ze shook his head lightly: "Your strength is not enough after all!"

Tian Ze stepped forward, the spirit sword in his hand went straight into the gap between the two swords, the aura erupted angrily, and two grand shock waves blasted out from the spirit sword, shaking the double swords in Zheng Qingyan's hand, and at the same time flew up with a kick, fiercely slamming it on Zheng Qingyan's arrogant chest.

"Bang"

Zheng Qingyan was kicked by Tianze and flew more than ten meters, sliding on the ground and rubbing for a long time before stopping.

Tian Ze turned his ankle slightly, smiled slightly, and said, "It's so soft!

When the male disciples in the audience heard this, their eyes were on fire, and they couldn't beat Tianze with a punch, after all, Zheng Qingyan's ability to mix among the male disciples was all dependent on the gentleness of the two groups on his chest. At this time, Tian Ze's fierce kick naturally caused some public anger.

Zheng Qingyan stood up, stroked her chest, and her face gradually became crazy: "Good boy! You really have to go down to your feet! The old lady was almost kicked by you, and I will never spare you today!"

"Fire Cloud Sword Chapter!"

Zheng Qingyan abandoned the sword and turned the sword, and the aura power of her body swept away, and a red spirit sword in her hand burst into flames, attacking Tianze.

I saw that when Zheng Qingyan's spirit sword was wielded, pieces of fire turned into blood-colored clouds and floated around, descending pillars of fire on Tianze's head, like meteorites falling from the sky.

"This kind of martial art can also be used?" Tian Ze put away the spirit sword, and the aura around his body suddenly retracted, and then burst out in all directions.

The vast waves of aura blew everything around them to the ground, and the aura and fire clouds in the sky collapsed the moment they touched the aura of Tianze, and Zheng Qingyan bore the brunt of this powerful impact force and fell to the ground, vomiting several mouthfuls of blood.

"How can your aura be so strong?"

Zheng Qingyan felt as if she had met a monk from the Jindan Realm for a moment.

At this moment, a special applause came: "Okay! worthy of being a disciple of my Sword Dynasty Sect!

Everyone looked for prestige, but it turned out to be the sect master, and there was no sword in one thought.

Tian Ze stepped down from the battle platform and saluted respectfully: "Disciple Jiang Lang, see Sect Master." ”

Jian Wu nodded: "Not bad! Today's record deserves the name of the best!"

"Sect Master Xie praises!"

Jian Wuyi turned around and took the record of the battle martial platform recorded by the deacon, sighed lightly, and asked, "In this record, you have rarely won before, how can you suddenly be so strong today?"

Tian Ze smiled slightly, without the slightest panic, and said: "Sect Master Qiqi, my father once taught that winning others first defeats oneself, and practicing martial arts first cultivates one's body. ”

"Oh, isn't it your time to do it?"

Tian Ze replied firmly: "Exactly, now that Senior Brother Zixian is killed, Senior Brother Jianyin has left the sect to study hard, and the sect is the time to employ people, although my ancestors have been mediocre in talent for several generations, but the sect has never abandoned it, and now is the time for Jiang Lang to repay him, and he should come forward." ”

Sure enough, Tian Ze's affectionate words moved Jian Wuyi, after all, no one would doubt a disciple who had been in the sect for several generations.

Jian Wuyi nodded with satisfaction and said, "Yes, it would be good if all of our Sword Dynasty Sect were like you!"

When Tian Ze heard this, he thought to himself: "If you are a disciple of the All Sword Dynasty Sect, you are blind!"

Although he thought so in his heart, Tian Ze still showed a happy smile on his face after being praised.

Jian Wuyi took out a bag of spirit stones from the ring and handed it to Tian Ze, and said, "These hundred high-grade spirit stones are rewarded for you! Keep up the good work!"

Tian Ze looked at the spirit stone in his hand, but he was puzzled in his heart: "Fang Cai's expression of his sword should be extremely satisfied with me, and I also hinted that I want to become a personal disciple, why did he just give me a hundred high-grade spirit stones?"

Where did Tian Ze know Jian Wuyi's thoughts, Jian Wuyi was the sect master of the Sword Dynasty Sect, how could he be so short-sighted, and he would not accept a disciple with good strength on the side of the road as his own apprentice because he didn't have a personal disciple. Moreover, as the future heirs of the sect, the personal disciples must take into account all aspects, which cannot be seen through with a pair of naked eyes.

At dusk, the sky was getting dark.

Tian Ze returned to his residence, but he felt that something was wrong, and he found that the teacup on the table had been knocked over, because the table itself had extremely inconspicuous wiping marks, if it was an ordinary person, it would never be visible if there was a color cover, but the outline that Tian Ze detected was that he could detect the traces.

"Who's coming?"

Immediately, Tian Ze went to other rooms to investigate, and found that there were traces of a fight in the next room. I think there should be two groups of people who had a conflict here, and then started to do something.

Tian Ze pondered for a moment, and only guessed two kinds of people in his mind, one was the person who was sent by the sword to find out the truth of his own details, and the other was the ancestral sword in Jiang Lang's mouth. Other than that, Tian Ze couldn't think of any other possibilities.

However, Tian Ze is not worried about this matter, everything about Jiang Lang is true, only this person is fake, so as long as he does not verify his own person, Tian Ze has nothing to fear.

On the contrary, Tian Ze had a strong interest in the Ascending Heart Sword, and according to what Tian Ze saw, Jiang Lang's ancestors were all mediocre talents, so their lifespan was not long. So what is it that a person with such a low level of cultivation has obtained that will cause others to covet it?

Tian Ze searched all the rooms but still found nothing, at this time Tian Ze suddenly noticed a dilapidated ancestral hall in the courtyard, which was where Jiang Lang placed the spiritual seat of his relatives.

"Squeak"

Tian Ze pushed the door in, and the air movement caused puffs of dust to drift down from the beams, Tian Ze held his breath, waiting for the dust to settle while investigating the situation.