At the foot of Shenjian Peak, there are many houses, and you can see disciples practicing martial arts or exchanging cultivation experiences everywhere, which is completely different from the calm feeling on the mountain. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

This is where the ordinary disciples of Shenjian Peak live.

Although the aura here is not as rich as that on the mountain, and there is no strange spiritual mist that can make people understand on the mountain, the environment here is beautiful, not as bad as the mountain, and it is often all kinds of strong winds that make ordinary people unable to stay for a long time. And even if the aura at the foot of the mountain is not as good as that on the mountain, it is far stronger than other places, so it is naturally regarded as a place for ordinary disciples to cultivate and live.

In fact, it was not only Shenjian Peak, but also all other peaks.

The rows of houses are arranged in a circle around the Divine Sword Peak, and there is a martial arts arena mixed in every short distance, and there are more or less disciples of the Divine Sword Peak here to practice and try tricks, saying ** Dao, and it is lively.

One of these martial arts arenas was the largest, even nearly ten times larger than the others, and was located on the main road leading to the Divine Sword Peak Mountain. In this martial arts arena, there is a giant sword dozens of zhang high, and the three big characters of "Divine Sword Peak" are engraved on it, exuding a strong sword aura that makes people feel a faint pain in their eyes when they forget it. And next to the square, there is a stone tablet with the name of this square engraved on it - Wenjian Terrace.

This sword platform is the main venue of Shenjian Peak, and any major events or annual exchange competitions of Shenjian Peak are usually held here. At the same time, this is also the gateway to Shenjian Peak, where the mountain gate is located. Anyone who comes to Excalibur Peak and wants to climb the mountain must enter here, otherwise they will be treated as enemies.

At this time, it is noon, and it is the most lively time for the sword training platform. On the square, there are many disciples scattered around, some of them are practicing swordsmanship, some are trying out martial arts skills, some are arguing together, discussing the cultivation experience, and some may have some understanding, silently sitting on the side with their eyes closed and meditating, contemplating something.

These disciples are very serious and very focused, and as monks, they all understand the principle that if you don't advance in practice, you will retreat. This is especially true of kendo, if you don't practice it for a day, you will be three points old and cooked, if you don't practice it for ten days, you will gradually divide the superior and the inferior, and if you don't practice it for 100 days and a thousand days, then you will be judged to be eliminated by other ascetic people.

Only when they take a short break after cultivation, they will take out some food and drink, and a few people will share it together, talk and laugh and relax. While talking and laughing, many disciples would look longingly at a foggy mountain and stone road behind the giant sword. It was the only path to the Divine Sword Peak, and only after they had reached a certain level of cultivation could they have the opportunity to get the approval of the elders of the Divine Sword Peak, step on this mountain stone path, and go to the Divine Sword Peak to continue their cultivation. This road is called the road to heaven by them.

On weekdays, many disciples would rather go near and far and come to this Wenjian Platform to practice because of the existence of this road. Here, if they are lucky, they are likely to meet the senior elders who rarely go down the mountain once on weekdays, these people have been cultivating on the mountain, and the only way to go down the mountain is to pass through here. And if it is better to get lucky, and it is good to meet these masters, and feel free to mention a few words, then it will also benefit them immensely. And if it is against the sky, and these senior masters, or even the elders of the Divine Sword Peak, take a fancy to them and accept them as disciples, then for them, it is tantamount to ascending to the sky in one step.

This is another reason why this mountain stone road is called Tongtian Road.

As for who could be accepted as a disciple by the Ruthless Sword Saint Ye Zhichen, the peak master of the Divine Sword Peak, these disciples didn't even dare to think about it, or even think about it. Everyone knows that the Ruthless Sword Saint Ye Zhichen is cold and withdrawn by nature, not to mention that he never accepts disciples, and there are not even a few servants who clean the grass house. I want to be accepted as a disciple by him, unless the sun comes out in the west.

It's just that a rumor has been widely circulated recently, saying that Ye Zhichen really accepted a disciple, who is not very old, and has been living in his grass hut for several days. But most of the disciples who knew Ye Zhichen very well shook their heads and chuckled at this rumor, and they didn't believe it.

Who believes Ye Zhichen to accept disciples?

"I believe it! It is said that this news came from a handyman who cleaned the grass hut for Lord Ye Feng. He said that he went up the mountain three times in half a year, and every time he cleaned the courtyard for Lord Ye Feng, he saw a little boy practicing swords in the courtyard, and once he saw Lord Ye Feng instructing the little boy to practice swords! Although the person who broke the news was a handyman, he was also a master of the God Refining Period, and according to his observation, the little boy was not yet in the Dan Period! I, Wang Yuan, think that although I am not a supreme genius, I also have good qualifications, I can cultivate to the Dan stage before I am thirty years old, and now I am even more of a cultivator in the late stage of refining gods, and I am only one step away from the Yuan Infant Stage, and I can rank in the top five among my peers in the Yuan Infant Stage of Shenjian Peak! I don't believe it, with my qualifications, I can't compare to a little kid who is not even in the Dan stage! Even if there is only a slight chance, I will fight for it!"

In the closest place to the greatsword, several monks sat cross-legged, with some food and wine in front of them, apparently taking a break. And it was one of the white-clothed young men who spoke, with the three-foot green sword behind his back, and after speaking, he took a sip of the wine glass in front of him, his eyes revealing infinite longing and burning.

The few people next to him were helpless when they heard this. Several of them were friends, and they had been practicing at Divine Sword Peak for many years with this white-clothed young man named Wang Yuan, and they knew him very well. They knew that Wang Yuan was a sword idiot, and they knew that the person he admired the most was the sword saint Ye Zhichen, and they wanted to worship Ye Zhichen as a teacher in their dreams. A while ago, rumors spread that Ye Zhichen had accepted an apprentice, Wang Yuan's heart immediately became hot, even if everyone else took this as a joke, he firmly believed it, and since then he has come to ask Jiantai to practice every day, waiting for that ethereal opportunity.

"Senior Brother Wang, you are about to enter the Yuan Infant Stage, and when you enter the Yuan Infant Stage, if you can get the favor of any elder on the peak and recognize you, you will naturally be able to go up the mountain to practice and be transcendent from my generation. If you want me to say that this rumor is just a rumor, I don't know if it was made up by a good person who is idle and has nothing to do, why are you so persistent?" A round-faced girl next to her looked at her helplessly, and persuaded her gently, while several other people echoed it one after another.

Wang Yuan looked at everyone, shook his head slightly, and was about to refute, but saw that the mist behind the giant sword that shrouded the road to heaven suddenly shook and rolled, as if something was about to come out of it.

"There's movement, people have come down from the mountain!" a few people shouted in a low voice, and immediately got up, and stood respectfully in place, looking eagerly at the tumbling mist. At the same time, the disciples who noticed this abnormality in the square couldn't help but stop their hands and slowly gathered around.

They knew that when the fog was rolling, someone must have come down the mountain, and their chance was likely to come.

He didn't have to wait long, but as the fog violently stirred, it suddenly dispersed, and a figure appeared from it.

Everyone looked intently, only to see that the person who came was not very old and was only a teenager, with a disheveled head, torn clothes, and even more wounds spread all over his body, although not deep, but also made him look extremely miserable.

Looking at this young "senior" who was not tall and slightly fat, the disciples thought silently for a long time, and did not match this "senior" with the masters they knew in their memory, looking at his young and even immature round face, they couldn't help but show a puzzled look.

Could it be a new master that he doesn't know? Or a senior disciple on the mountain?

In the suspicion of everyone, I saw this chubby little "senior" stand still after coming out of the fog, taking a deep breath and shouting suddenly.

"Master, I'm finally out!!!"

The shouts of the full air made the disciples even more confused.

Is it true that he is a senior master who has cultivated in retreat? No wonder he is so skilled in keeping his face like a child, and his cultivation is really unfathomable and unimaginable.

And the closest Wang Yuan was dumbfounded. They were close, and under the breath sense, this little fat man was a kind of old-timer with good looks, and he was clearly a little monk in the Dan period, but he was not very old.

After the little fat man finished shouting, he didn't pay attention to the people who were looking at him, but turned around suddenly, crossed his waist with one hand, pointed to the mountain with the other, and scolded.

"Ye Zhichen, you are a dead face who kills a thousand knives! I have been trapped for more than half a year, I don't give meat to eat, I don't say anything, and I make it difficult for me to break the ban! I bah! I !! the master hasn't broken out yet?! Hahahaha, I'm angry with your cold-faced uncle!!

"And this broken mountain, why are you so tall?!Don't you know that the wind will be very strong on such a high mountain?!I actually teamed up with the surname Ye to bully the master, and I also want the master to not be able to go down the mountain! I smack your face, didn't you let the master break out?!You dare to use Gangfeng to beat Lao Tzu, the master's Taoism is so easy to break?!The thing you taught me as a Taoist priest is street goods, and you can break it if you want to?!"

"And you mist, which one of you got out of this when you are full and have nothing to do? I don't know what the master hates the fog the most?! What black fog, white fog, dead fog and fog, all of them are guilty of the master! You made such a mist that blocked the way, and you are sincerely disgusting Master, right? What kind of sword qi is still in it, and you still want to sneak attack me, I'm bah! Even the sword qi prohibition made by the dead face surnamed Ye can't stop the master, just your little broken sword qi still wants to block me!!?!

It seemed that the scolding was not enough, and the little fat man, who had been spitting for a long time, wiped the spittle on his cheeks, and took out a long sword wrapped in animal skin with a wave of his hand, pulled it out with a "choking" sound, and slashed forward with a sudden swing of the sword, and the sword qi mixed with several colors flew out in response to the sound and shot into the mist.

After cutting it, it seemed that it was not enough, the little fat man put away the sword, pinched it in his hand, and shouted: "Heaven and earth are infinite, Qiankun borrows the law!"

With his voice, a ball of flame appeared on the tip of his finger that was pinching Dao Duel, and with a wave of his hand, it also shot into the mist like a sword aura.

The fog was attacked several times in succession, but there was no response, but after the mist rolled slightly, it returned to its original state, as if nothing had happened.

In this regard, the little fat man did not care. What he wants is to get angry, as long as he can get out. At this time, his anger was gone, and he turned around and was about to meet the bright sunshine, but suddenly found that the huge square behind him was full of monks who looked at him stupidly, or dumbfounded or with strange faces.

"Huh?" The little fat man was slightly surprised, his face changed instantly, and he turned into a shy expression in an effortless moment, bowed his head slightly, raised his eyes lightly to look at everyone, and said shyly: "Hello brothers and sisters, don't look at me like this, I'll be shy~!"

All the disciples in the petrochemical couldn't help but roll their eyes in unison, and scolded in their hearts: "What about the deceitful ghost? Shy? You shrew-like little bastard will be shy?"

At the same time, they are also secretly frightened.

Think about the person this little fat man scolded just now, it seems, it seems, maybe, probably, it seems to be Ye Zhichen?

Divine Sword Peak Peak Lord, Dust of the Ruthless Sword Saint Leaf?!