Iron Sword Mountain.

The little marquis who was born in the Pingnan Hou Mansion took the blame, the long hair on the back of his head was tied into a scorpion braid, and he stood up with a smile on his back.

"I'm a disciple, I have just entered the immortal dwelling, my roots and bones are pure, I haven't broken through the initial realm, and I haven't been influenced by the fireworks of Qiang Mountain. Jiang Yuxu's eyes swept around, and said indifferently: "When you enter my immortal residence, you will naturally be an immortal." You disciples on Shushan Mountain, under the age of ten, no matter who you are, as long as you can touch the slightest corner of his clothes, it will be regarded as my Qiang Mountain losing. ”

The purple-robed little marquis smiled slightly, stretched out a palm, arched his palm, and made a gesture of please.

On the Iron Sword Mountain, the thousand hands glanced around, and now that the sword drawing ceremony is coming to an end, the Yin Sect has also accepted a few proud disciples, and it seems that the qualifications are quite good.

A Hidden Sect elder stood up with a blank face.

He stared at the Pingnan Hou Mansion Gu Jiao, and indeed he couldn't see any traces of cultivation on his body, a piece of jade, he had never practiced, and he hadn't even broken the initial realm.

This gray-robed elder of the Hidden Sect, who has just received a disciple with a very good understanding on the Iron Sword Mountain, is dressed in a green shirt, with a calm face, about ten years old, although he is still young, but he is not small, he has stepped into the first realm, and pulled out a rather heavy sword weapon on the Iron Sword Mountain, which was used by a cultivator of the Ten Realms in Shushan, the ancient sword is called "Green Cicada", according to the rules of the sword drawing ceremony, it has been given to this child in the green shirt who worshiped the Hidden Sect.

The Hidden Sect elder patted the disciple beside him and said in a deep voice, "Mo Yu, use your sword with all your strength and stab him down." ”

The green-shirted child named "Mo Yu" pulled out the "green cicada", looked solemn, and came to the little marquis of Pingnan.

Gu Yi smiled and said, "Please advise." ”

Mo Yu's eyes flashed with fierceness, and he didn't answer.

Although he is young, but the shot is extremely ruthless, the moment he draws his sword, the tip of the green cicada sword and the ground rub a burst of light, the top of the Iron Sword Mountain set off a strong wind, the young man in the green shirt moved with the sword, and the whole person has swept out.

Jiang Yuxu, who was carrying his hands behind his back, looked at this scene with an expressionless face.

The purple-robed expression of Gu Ji has not changed, he chuckled, his body fluttered backwards, like a fluttering piece of rice paper, the sonorous and powerful green cicada sword blade, just so dangerously and dangerously brushed his cheeks, and in the next moment, the little marquis of the Pingnan Hou Mansion raised his hand, and the sleeve robe crossed from the bottom up, and a waist bag on his waist was scattered.

A faint glow was held in the palm of his hand.

Mo Yu's pupils contracted slightly, and he saw the increasingly dazzling light......

It's a talisman.

Because he had never broken through the initial realm, there was not the slightest starlight in Gu Yao's body.

Without Starlight, you can't activate the talisman......

However, wisps of pure aura that were as bright as fireworks gathered like dark clouds in the palms of the little marquis of Pingnan Mansion, and just staring at it through a piece of rune paper made people feel creepy.

"Divinity?"

Qianshou Wenzhong, who was sitting on the seat at the head of the Iron Sword Mountain, saw this wisp of pure white aura clearly, her eyes suddenly became cold, she looked at Jiang Yuxu, and caught a glimpse of the smile in the eyes of this immortal dwelling real person.

This wisp of divinity...... It is innate, not a gift from others.

The extremely rare "body of divinity", although the proportion of divinity is very small, it is not as good as the famous mountain lord of Luojia Mountain, but it is already one in ten thousand, with such a little divinity as an auxiliary, after worshipping into the immortal residence, this little marquis of the eastern realm called Gu Zhi will soon emerge.

"Bang"!

In the sky above Iron Sword Mountain, a thin young figure flew out in response.

The "green cicada" slashed through several arcs in the air, and fell to the ground with great force, inserting a whole piece of smooth and flawless Iron Sword Mountain Hall Stone into pieces.

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The elder of the Hidden Sect looked ugly, waved out his robe, and gently took over the "Mo Yu", the victory or defeat between the two ...... It has been separated.

The young man in the purple robe with his sleeves in the immortal dwelling easily won with a talisman...... This talisman is not a so-called killing method, but simply suppresses the dispersion of divinity and plays a guiding role, otherwise the divinity in the palm of Gu will be overwhelming, and it will not be as simple as the cicada being blown away.

The top of Iron Sword Mountain was directly beaten out of a puff of blood mist just now.

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On Iron Sword Mountain, there was silence.

Half a pillar of incense has passed.

Sunset over the West Mountains.

The disciples accepted by several elders had already made a move.

On the top of Iron Sword Mountain, there are several sword weapons that have been shaken out by divinity...... These disciples of Tiejian Mountain, without exception, were all defeated at the hands of the little marquis of the Pingnan Hou Mansion.

Moreover, he didn't even touch a corner of Gu Yao's robe.

This little boy with the grace of God is extremely keen, and the sword wind cannot invade the three feet around his body.

If the qualifications are divided into three, six, nine and so on...... There is a gap between mortals and geniuses, and there is also a gap between geniuses and geniuses.

Jiang Yuxu was in a good mood.

He looked at the purple-robed little marquis in front of him with relief, and on Gu Zhi's body, he could even see the shadow of Sanfen Luo Changsheng.

Gu Yi brushed his pigtails and patted the dust on his body...... Then he looked behind him, and the Immortal Ju Da Keqing, who was standing at the highest place of the Great Sui Xingjun, got an approving look from the latter.

Jiang Yuxu asked with a smile, "How is the victory?"

There was no one in Tiejian Mountain to respond.

Because the most brilliant disciples have all been defeated.

And the defeat was very embarrassing.

Jiang Yuxu's voice spread out, echoing on the Iron Sword Mountain, several Hidden Sect elders dared to be angry and did not dare to speak, and Senior Sister Thousand Hands was already on the verge of breaking out.

The children who were still drawing their swords in Tiejian Mountain were in the midst of the prohibition of Shu Mountain, and now the prohibition was easily torn apart by the voice of this immortal guest.

The children raised their heads in amazement and saw that on the Iron Sword Mountain, in the twilight, a middle-aged green-shirted Taoist priest stood in the clouds and mist, like a fairy, looking down condescendingly.

Jiang Yuxu's side looked indifferent, looking at his peers under the Iron Sword Mountain, those guys who want to worship in Shu Mountain, and now there are still some who draw their swords on the mountain, and they are still struggling about whether they can draw their swords smoothly, and it is difficult to enter the mountain, let alone compete with themselves again.

Jiang Yuxu's voice was like Hong Zhong and said, "Is there anyone else in Iron Sword Mountain?"

A crisp response rang out.

"Absolutely. ”

This voice is a little lazy and a little careless, but when it is said, it gives people a sense of naturalness.

The voice ...... From the foot of Iron Sword Mountain.

Jiang Yuxu frowned, looking at the black-robed figure who had belatedly walked to the stone steps of the mountain gate, and his sleeves were still stained with some dew.

The little sword immortal beside him, Wang Yi, stared at the figure under the mountain and clenched his fists.

Several Shushan disciples who were standing at the foot of Tiejian Mountain in a daze didn't react after a while, bowed down, their eyes were red, and they gritted their teeth.

"Uncle Ning!"

Ning Yi smiled and patted the shoulders of the two fellow doormen, signaling that everything was fine.

He slowly began to ascend the mountain from the gate of Iron Sword Mountain.

Lift your feet and land on the ground.

The pace is steady.

Where Ning Yi passed, around the mountain road of Tiejian Mountain, one sword weapon after another began to shake, and then clanged, and the sword head suddenly shone with a cold light, and bowed its head out of its sheath.

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The sword qi couldn't bear it, and the sheath made a dense and continuous shattering sound.

"Sword Momentum...... Where did the junior brother go to practice, and in just one day, he entered the realm so quickly?" The blind man Qi Rust listened to the sound of countless sword qi shattering on the mountain, and no one was more familiar with the sword weapons of the Iron Sword Mountain than him.

Senior Sister Qianshou also felt the changes in Ning Yi's body.

After breaking through the Eight Realms, Ning Yi never released his sword qi.

The words with the ancestor of the West Sea made him understand it first, and then this aura became bigger and bigger...... The sword qi realm is like climbing a tower, and the fine snow on Ning Yi's waist is bound by two pitch-black entanglements, and the tremor frequency in the sheath is constantly superimposed, like spring thunder rolling, it looks quiet, but in fact, the divine pool has begun to boil.

He didn't go straight to the top of Iron Sword Mountain.

Instead, it stopped halfway up the mountain.

Jiang Yuxu, the great guest of the Immortal Residence, frowned, and looked at the black-robed young man who stopped halfway up the mountain, this was the first time he had seen Ning Yi, the "kendo genius" who sat at the top of the Great Sui Star List after Luo Changsheng.

However, Jiang Yuxu was very disappointed to find that in Ning Yi's body, he couldn't see the slightest dazzling brilliance comparable to Luo Changsheng.

Ning Yi stopped halfway up the mountain.

To be precise, Ning Yi stopped halfway up the mountain, in front of a child sitting on the ground.

The child's complexion is very unsightly, his face is yellow and thin, and the hair on his sideburns is blown by the wind, revealing his fairly delicate facial features, some of which are more feminine and have not yet grown, and he looks like a girl.

He was a small man, dressed in a simple linen robe that was more than sufficient, and sat cross-legged on the ground barefoot, with a rusty ancient sword in front of him, and a pair of tattered straw sandals neatly arranged beside him.

He wanted to draw his sword.

This rusty ancient sword is indeed about to be pulled out by him.

If he can keep his mind free and pull out this sword with Jian Yuan, it is only a matter of time.

He sat on this mountain for a long time, from dawn until dark, the wind grew stronger, the surroundings became colder, and his linen robe flew away, all of which he left behind...... When you close your eyes, you can't see anything, Iron Sword Mountain is dark, only that sword is the light in your heart.

Pull out this sword, and he can worship Shu Mountain.

However, the process of drawing the sword was very difficult and consumed a lot of his heart and spirit.

It's a tug-of-war...... It's like going back to some painful snowy day.

The void sword element was burning slowly.

The ancient sword, which was three feet into the ground, squeezed out the grass clippings little by little, and then levitated in front of the closed-eyed child.

A warm voice rang out.

"Good. ”

The yellow-skinned boy opened his eyes and looked at the face he had seen once in the snow in Xiling.

It's hardly the same as it is at the moment.

The little boy who was about to be frozen into ice slag was about to lose consciousness when he heard the warmest voice in life.

The man was right in front of him.

He subconsciously muttered, "Mr. Ning......"

The ancient sword hung in front of him.

Ning Yi half-squatted and asked with a smile: "Qi Rust inserted in the Iron Sword Mountain, there are only three life star sword weapons in total, and you pulled out one...... It stands to reason that the sword of the star is a good reward, but I have something even better for you. ”

Ning Yi stretched out a hand.

The little boy with a yellow face and thin muscles put his palm on Ning Yi's palm.

His clear eyes lit up, and a warm power like light spread out along the blood.

"What's your name, little one?"

Mr. Ning...... My surname is Gu and my name is Xiaoyu. ”

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