A little girl named Qingqiu who threw steamed buns at Yishan before.

Frowning, he stood on the steps, and after thinking for a long time, he finally stretched his brows and continued to walk up the mountain.

Around her, there were all the senior brothers and sisters of the Chiyun Palace.

Those who can come here can be regarded as monks with erudite minds and superior people.

After all, in this enchantment, the topics you see can't be done by people who aren't smart and knowledgeable.

Even if it is a monk from all over the world, there are very few people who can reach the top of the mountain at this time.

There is the top of the mountain in front of me, and after completing the last question, the road ahead is already unimpeded.

Qingqiu followed the senior brothers and sisters, stepped up the last step, and saw that on the top of the mountain, there were already twenty or thirty people standing.

They all came up first.

Among them, the senior brother of the Red Cloud Palace is impressively listed.

A group of disciples of the Chiyun Palace hurriedly ran to the side of the senior brother.

A group of people surrounded the elder brother and shouted:

"Big brother!"

"Senior brother, you're so fast!"

"Our senior brother must be the fastest!"

And the senior brother of Chiyun Palace, when he heard everyone say this, first shook his head with a smile, and then pointed to a place behind him.

There was a little beggar standing alone, at the end of the mountain.

Just listen to the elder brother said:

"I wasn't the first to come up, that one was. ”

The disciples of Chiyun Palace who persevered to the end, counting the senior brother and Qingqiu, there were ten people, and in terms of numbers, it was not bad.

At this time, when they heard what the senior brother said, everyone looked at the end of the mountain, and everyone's faces were shocked and uncertain.

Qingqiu was also surprised and shouted:

"Ahh......h

She wanted to talk about the little beggar, but a senior sister on the side had already grabbed her all of a sudden.

Qingqiu is a child's words, but they, the monks, know very well what it means to be the first to reach the top of the mountain.

That difficult question, can a little beggar make it?

There are immortal sects in this world, but there are also many scattered cultivators.

Among them, there were many hermit masters.

Maybe it was a master who sent Bai Zirou, the first fairy in the world, to apprentice.

Everyone didn't say anything, but in their hearts, they had already classified Yishan into the queen of the masters.

Standing on the edge of the mountain, I could naturally feel the gaze of the monks.

What he was most worried about was that a brain-dead suddenly appeared and asked himself: "How did you come up as a beggar!"

But he didn't know that everyone already regarded him as a descendant of a hermit master in their hearts.

Those who can cultivate immortals mostly have little to do with brain damage.

Judging people by their appearance is naturally not common.

After waiting for a while, more than 200 people came up the mountain one after another, and most of those who did not come up could not come up.

There are only two wooden houses on the top of the mountain, and they look ordinary.

Everyone was waiting quietly when they suddenly heard a squeak.

The wooden door of one of the wooden houses opened.

From inside, a wooden figure came out.

Many monks also turned their attention from Yishan to the wooden man.

The wooden man took out a scroll of calligraphy and painting, and when he raised his hand, the scroll fell and opened it, and it read:

[Only one question, those who pass, can apprentice to me]

【Draw the sword】

When everyone saw these two words, they were a little confused, could it be that everyone had to compete with each other in this second round?

Yishan was a little panicked, if they really tried each other, these people were all monks, who could they beat?

After the wooden man unfolded the calligraphy and painting to show everyone.

He put away the calligraphy and painting, and then opened his stake-like belly.

Then from his stomach, he took out a long sword with a scabbard!

Judging by the scabbard alone, it is unremarkable, even a little old.

There is nothing to decorate either.

But no monk dared to underestimate this sword, and they all solemnly saluted the long sword.

Although the end of the mountain is half a beat slower, it also follows the gourd to make a salute.

Qingqiu stood in the middle of the senior brothers and sisters and saluted, and when he saw the people around him, they were all respectful to this sword, and asked in a strange whisper:

"What kind of sword is this, and why are you so respectful?"

There was a senior brother who was older on the side, and he replied in a low voice:

"Little junior sister, have you ever heard a poem, a poem about the white fairy?"

Qingqiu's eyes lit up, and he said excitedly:

"I know!"

She finished speaking excitedly, and then shook her head and chanted:

"Fingers of the moon and the flying sword, alone in the world.

The clear color is beautiful and peerless, and the fairy posture is nine clouds.

I've memorized it. This sword, this sword is the Yinfei Sword?!"

When Qingqiu said this, he unconsciously raised his voice, and when he saw others looking over, he hurriedly covered his mouth,

A senior sister on the side didn't care, nodded with a smile and said:

"If you guess correctly, this sword is the fairy sword held by the white fairy, the Yin Fei Sword. It is the peerless fairy sword that is the first on the fairy sword list today, the fairy sword chooses the master, if it is not for the people who have great luck and get recognition, they can't even touch it, let alone draw the sword. ”

Another senior brother shook his head with a wry smile and said:

"I finally climbed the mountain, but I didn't expect this question to ask us to pull out the Yinfei Sword, the sword of the white fairy, how can we easily touch it? ”

Another person also nodded in agreement and said:

"I have such cultivation qualifications, I don't dare to easily defile this kind of divine soldier immortal sword, in my opinion, those who can be qualified to try to draw the sword, here, the senior brother occupies a seat. ”

After this man finished speaking, three more people next to him nodded, and the others did not speak, but also looked at the senior brother.

The eldest brother of Chiyun Palace, named Du Qing'an.

Dressed in white, with a gold ribbon around his waist, and a crown of flowing clouds, his eyes are like torches, and his body is magnificent.

Hearing what the younger brothers and sisters said, Du Qingan also waved his hand again and again at this time and said:

"There are many young talents present, and they dare not be proud. ”

After he finished speaking, not far away, a young male cultivator had already walked out.

Wearing a green shirt, his eyebrows are like stars, his figure is tall, and his instrument is lofty.

The monk bowed his hand to the scabbard of the wooden man in front of him, and Langsheng said:

"The disciple in the Lower Spirit Sword Pavilion, Pei Jun, is rude. ”

After saying that, he strode forward and reached out to pull out the Yinfei Sword that was being held by the wooden man.

But his hand, as soon as it was close to the hilt of the sword, froze.

His face changed slightly, and he lowered his hand in eclipse.

Apparently rejected by the fairy sword.

Pei Jun bowed to the Yin Fei Sword again, and then retreated back to the disciples of the Spirit Sword Pavilion, with pity on his face.

With Pei Jun at the beginning, the rest of the monks also stepped forward one by one.

Someone just stretched out his hand and stepped forward, and after a while, he retreated.

Someone froze for a long time, and then was violently bounced away by the aura on the fairy sword, and retreated in panic.

The monks did not see the queue either, but went up and down, and followed the next one.

One by one, they all have special respect for this Yinfei sword.

But none of them could touch the hilt of the sword.

Every time, Yishan tried his best to step forward, but one of the monks stepped forward first.

Hey, I said, can you line up?

Yishan finally waited for a beautiful woman to cultivate, shook her head and retreated.

Hurry up behind that beautiful female cultivator and see the stitches!

Three steps and two steps forward, almost all the way to the trot.

The monk who was about to step forward saw that Yishan also stepped forward to draw his sword, but hesitated for a moment and retreated.

Everyone looked at the end of the mountain, and everyone thought in their hearts that this was a master.

Seeing him come forward, he also trotted.

There was no such thing as the prudence and solemnity of the other monks.

It's quite relaxed.

Could it be that he is completely sure?!

Thinking of this, a few Immortal Sect disciples began to move their minds.

At this time, before Yishan Duan had drawn his sword, he heard a person behind him say:

"Little brother, senior brother in the Lower Jade Void Palace, Xuan Hua. I see that the little brother has not yet practiced qi, and I have here a secret book of the Jade Void Palace to absorb breath "Spiritual Qi Decision", I want to give it to the little brother and form a fairy relationship, can I?"

When I heard it all in the mountains, I felt a thrill in my heart!

Immortal fate is coming?!

Although this Jade Void Palace didn't know what kind of immortal gate it was, there were eight of them who came up, and there were not a few of them among the immortal gates.

Presumably it is also powerful.

Yishan was about to agree, but suddenly thought about it.

This white fairy is extremely powerful, and he has a sword on his body, which is the first fairy sword in the world.

One by one, they are extremely respectful to a fairy sword, how powerful is this white fairy?

It is often heard that the more advanced the person, the more eccentric the temper.

Ordinary masters, but they don't like apprentices to learn randomly.

I received "Reiki Decision", what if the white fairy was unhappy when he saw it?

But if he refuses, he will not be recognized by Yin Feijian.

Isn't that a bamboo basket for water?

On one side is the guaranteed Jade Void Palace's "Spiritual Qi Decision", and on the other hand, there is the grand prize white fairy.

What to do?

How to choose?

He was hesitating when he heard a crisp child's voice, which suddenly sounded in his head:

[The practice of qigong in the garbage jade void palace, what is there to learn?]

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