"Before you really enter my Pure Yang Sword, I want to ask you a question, and your answer will determine whether you stay or go." Seeing the beads of sweat on the foreheads of the two teenagers, and at the same time feeling a little helpless, Feng Nanning quickly took two steps forward and was recognized by the head of the house, and then looked at the two of them seriously.

Compared to the head of the Pure Yang Sword, the Junxu Pavilion, they were obviously more willing to face Feng Nanning, who didn't look so domineering.

"I want to hear about it!" Taking a deep breath, Youleng Pavilion raised his head and looked directly at Feng Nanning's cold eyes, and said without flinching.

"That's great, let's start with you." At a glance, he could see through the sharp character of the cold pavilion, Feng Nanning suddenly looked at the young man Mu Ze on the side and was caught off guard.

Seeing that Feng Nanning intended to let him answer first, the young man Mu Ze was slightly stunned when he heard this, and immediately nodded after reacting, and the sweat in his palms was even worse.

He knew that he had never been good at talking to people, and he never expected that the third level of the Xiaoyao Sect would be an answer!

Seeing the young Mu Ze's nervous expression and the sweat constantly falling down, Mo Kongjing couldn't help but pinch a cold sweat for him, she didn't know if she didn't look at it, she was startled when she saw it, she really didn't know that Mu Ze was such a stubborn and ruthless person when she was a teenager. From his relationship with Youlengting, she could see that Mu Zeting when she was a teenager was not good at communicating with others at all.

"What is a sword?"

"My heart is a sword."

Feng Nanning's sudden question made Mu Ze slightly stunned, but soon, he replied with a very serious expression on his face.

After hearing the young Mu Ze's answer, Mo Kongjing subconsciously looked at the person standing with the chief in his hands, and saw his appreciative and affirmative chin, she breathed a nameless sigh of relief in her heart.

Nodding his head, that means that the answer that the young man Mu Ze listened to was satisfactory.

Who knew that Feng Nanning's question had not been asked, and then the second problem came.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm the sword."

After hearing this answer, it seemed that even Feng Nanning was stunned, and he never expected that this young man who seemed to be stiff and not good at communicating with people would be able to answer so smoothly.

It seems that his understanding and understanding of the sword are still above him!

"Then what is sword intent?"

"Where my heart desires, what my sword points to."

Young Mu Ze's answer made him recognized by everyone in the Sword Pavilion, and from those eyes of satisfaction and appreciation, Mo Kongjing could get this recognition.

To be honest, although even now, she can't understand the conversation between Mu Ze and Feng Nanning, let alone what these three questions mean.

But vaguely, she seemed to understand why the Pure Yang Sword could cultivate so many talents and masters.

Courage, wisdom, and understanding are all indispensable.

Is this the introductory trial of the Pure Yang Sword?

"This boy has excellent understanding, and he will be under my disciple in the future." The man standing with his hands in his hands announced to everyone in the seat, and there was no negotiable tone in his words, and his non-angry and arrogant expression did not allow anyone to question it.

The disciples of the Pure Yang Sword were all accustomed to the strong appearance of the leader, and the elders had no objections, but only one of them was frank and sincere, and seemed to be dissatisfied with the strong tone of the Jun Xuan Pavilion, and after pursing his mouth, he turned his head away.

Turning a blind eye to her dissatisfied, Jun Xuting cast his eyes on Youleng Pavilion, and when he first saw the young man's clear eyes, he frowned incomprehensibly.

"Again, what do you think is a sword?" Smiling gently, Feng Nanning looked at the Youleng Pavilion and asked. Try to make himself look less domineering, but he was obviously wrong, his stiff smile really had no affinity, only made his expression look more hideous.

"Sword? I think it's very simple, how can it be as complicated as you say, you have a sword in your hand, a sword in my hand, and a sword in the master's hand. Turning his head in confusion, after scanning all the dignified people in the Sword Pavilion, the cold pavilion frankly said his thoughts.

"Alas," the corners of his mouth hooked up a weak wry smile, and Feng Nanning, who was not optimistic about such a frank answer, sighed secretly.

Finally, someone can pass the second level of the introductory trial, but it is a person who has no comprehension and can't understand the sword intent.

"What are you sighing for? Am I not right? I think that whether it is your sword, the sword of the master, or my sword, it is actually the same in the end, and whether it is a sword or an ordinary sword, the problem is not in itself. If the sword wielder has a high level of self-cultivation, even if he is holding a wooden sword, he can defeat the person holding the sword, so in my opinion, the level of sword cultivation does not depend on his sword. ”

You Lengting said it as a matter of course, but he said his understanding in such a determined tone, and he insisted on making these crooked theories so reasonable.

"This" was the first time to encounter such a situation, and Feng Nanning seemed a little helpless.

It's obviously a demon's crooked reasoning, but it's taken for granted by him.

Subconsciously, he wanted to veto it in his heart, but after thinking about it carefully, he really felt that what he said was word for word.

"Hahaha, well said!"

And the woman who was still pouting and frowning and feeling dissatisfied just now suddenly laughed out loud, she stood up and clapped her hands, as if she was very optimistic about Youlengting's answer.

The woman is dressed in red soft armor, and the cold soft armor of no material outlines her ******** bewitching figure, her face is beautiful and her skin is snow-white, and her sharp eyebrows are long on her face, but she does not feel domineering at all, but makes people feel that she is a good girl with a true temperament at a glance.

"Hehe, it's nothing, that's how I feel. In fact, the sword itself is not defined at all, and we forced it to give it that name, didn't we? Seeing someone praise himself like this, Yu Lengting touched the back of his head embarrassedly, and then said seriously.

"That's right! That's right, I like the way you say something, which looks like some people, always looking duplicitous, which makes people very uncomfortable. Jun Qiuyu has a frank temperament and clapps his hands, regardless of the difficulty of others to see the extreme face.

Those who know her well can figure out who she is referring to on their knees.

"Don't make a mess." There were already two big county pavilions with lowered eyes and shouted in a low voice.

However, Jun Qiuyu, who was not moved at all, just twisted his head away with disdain, and then immediately turned around and looked at Feng Nanning seriously, "What are you still doing?" Don't hurry up and ask the next question, anyway, I'm settled on this apprentice! ”

Hearing this, many masters in the Sword Pavilion couldn't help but laugh and couldn't help but be extremely embarrassed, urging people to ask questions and answers, and on the other hand, they appeared that this apprentice had been accepted, didn't they just take the surface when they didn't exist?

"This Uncle Qiuyu, you are making it difficult for Nanning." Feng Nanning cried with a sad face, he didn't know how to do it at all, and from time to time he used his afterglow to sneak a glimpse at Shizun's indistinguishable face, and he was even more distressed in his heart.

(To be continued.) )