Ye Shengqing grasped the broad-bladed [Thunder Sword] with both hands, and his mood was a little apprehensive.

Occasionally, wisps of electric snake bullets splashed on him, and his skin was slightly paralyzed, but it also reminded him that this was real, not a dream.

[Ben Thunder Sword] was really obtained by himself!

In his memory, he was separated from Shangguan Tingxue in a suddenly thick fog, and then somehow came to an underground secret room, which was the last hiding place of the old Taoist priest.

After a period of fighting, the old Taoist priest Yuanshen, who only had one head left, finally lost his soul and died completely, and he, Ye Shengqing, also took advantage of the situation to get a heavy treasure in the secret room with extremely rich water transportation - a crystal vertebrae.

After that, he walked through the fog in a daze, and was attracted to the canyon by the sound of thunder, and by chance, in the hands of a group of strong men who were far superior to him, he finally won the [Thunder Sword] in his hand.

There are many loopholes in Ye Shengqing's experience, but he has instinctively ignored the details, and his whole attention has been focused on the [Thunder Sword] in his hand.

"I can become a disciple of the Sword Saint and enter the inner gate to practice!"

This thought flashed in Ye Shengqing's mind again and again, making him feel ecstatic, but it was not easy to show it under the gaze of nearly a hundred outer monks, so he showed this appearance of ecstasy and apprehension now.

After waiting for a long time, the Qingdian Sword Saint, who was expected to come here to accept disciples, did not appear for a long time, and the monks who originally just wanted to watch the excitement came up with ideas.

"The original words of the Qingdian Sword Saint are that whoever can take the [Ben Thunder Sword] to him will become his disciple. ”

I don't know who said this, which made the eyes of the monks who were already jealous of Ye Shengqing suddenly ignite a flame called greed.

Clark strode forward and walked straight to Ye Shengqing, the burly giant with red skin and a height of more than a foot said as he walked: "Little man, the [Thunder Sword] is not something you can finger in, just give it to Clark obediently!"

Before Clark could walk up to Ye Shengqing, a plain figure in a gray and white robe stopped in front of Clark at this time.

Holding the long sword, the skin is better than the snow, it is Shangguan Tingxue.

I only listened to Shangguan Tingxue and said: "The Sword Sect has a rule, 'Whoever brings the treasure out of the Sword Shrine is its owner' Clarke, you have been in the Sword Sect for more than sixty years, don't you even know this rule?"

Although Shangguan Tingxue has only been ascending for less than a year, she has a delicate temperament by nature, and she has already memorized some of the rules in the Sword Sect, whether bright or dark, through the [Universal General Knowledge Treasure Book].

Contrary to Lu Li, who likes to break the rules, Shangguan Tingxue has always been a person who makes good use of the rules.

Clark's scarlet eyes stared at the Terran woman in front of him, and a pair of huge fists clenched and loosened, loosened and clenched, and finally forced to retreat with a snort of anger under the previous warning of Gulian Chasing Wind.

"Although the Sword Sect has such a rule, this [Ben Thunder Sword] is an exception, except for the Qingdian Sword Saint, who dares to say that the [Ben Thunder Sword] belongs to him? So as long as the Qingdian Sword Saint does not speak, everyone present has the qualifications to seize the [Ben Thunder Sword]!"

It was another word that I didn't know and people said, just the right amount of fanning the flames.

Ye Shengqing swept it away, and saw that except for Shangguan Tingxue in front of him, the eyes of the monks around him who were either familiar with each other or had faces flashed with flames called "greed", like a group of hungry wolves, just waiting for an opportunity to roar and rush up.

Shangguan listened to the beautiful eyes like snow peach blossoms, and also glanced around, wanting to catch the guy who likes to fan the flames.

At this moment, a handsome young monk walked out of the crowd, carrying a silver-sheathed long sword behind his back, it was the great monk Zao Wou-Ki, who had been in the Sword Sect for more than ninety years.

Zao Wou-Ki smiled lightly, and his steps were casual, as if everything was under his control.

He glanced at Ye Shengqing, then looked at Shangguan Tingxue, and chuckled: "Heh, although this Ye Daoyou got the [Ben Thunder Sword] by chance, this sword is related to such a major event as the Sword Saint accepting disciples, and it must not be decided by luck alone." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the monk who was familiar with him spoke out to help: "That's right, nearly a hundred monks in our outer gate are counting on this [Ben Thunder Sword] to enter the inner gate, how can you occupy the [Ben Thunder Sword] with your shit luck?"

"That's right, hand over the [Ben Thunder Sword]!"

"Hand it over!"

"Hand it over!"

"Ye Daoyou listened to my advice, you can't hold this [Ben Thunder Sword] steadily, just hand it over!"

......

Lu Li didn't know how long he had been walking with his sword, he only knew that he was about to collapse.

I don't know how many times he had the same thought in the process of going all the way, but each time he was stubbornly pushed through by Lu Li.

The soles of his bare feet fell heavily on the blue-gray stone slab again and again, and he looked behind him, sweat-soaked footprints dragging a long one.

Hang on!

Hang on!

Hold on!

"It's not too heavy!" Lu Li was obviously so tired that he couldn't even open his eyes, but he still grinned and said to himself.

He hadn't eaten or drunk for a long time, and the sword yuan in the sea of qi had almost dried up, but that's it, he still insisted on coming to the present with only one right arm left.

If someone else sees this scene at this time, they will inevitably laugh and ridicule while being puzzled.

But who knows, Lu Li back then relied on every opportunity to train himself, so that he could slash the old immortal who swallowed the sword at the age of eight, and at the age of twenty-one, he was able to draw with Ye Shengqing, the "number one in the world" at that time.

Born with the heavenly iron sword, it is for the natural sword, and the one with infinite divine power is born for the natural power.

Lu Li, who is so gifted, is still paranoid to the point of madness when he cultivates, and treats every opportunity to train himself in a state that looks like a "crazy demon".

Lu Li's bare soles once again stomped heavily on the ground, but they could no longer support the weight of their bodies. Lu Li had no choice but to close his eyes, holding the right palm of [Zhen Yu] without the slightest vision of letting go, ready to take [Zhen Yu] with him to meet the friendly impact of the blue-gray stone slab.

Poof!

There was a splash of water, and Lu Li inexplicably fell into the water, which was an octagonal pool made of white stone bricks.

Above the pool, an old monk who happened to pass by was suspended.

With a move of his palm, the [Zhen Yu] that fell into the pool with Lu Li flew up on its own, but the stone giant sword with a pitch-black body refused to leave too far, only lightly touched the stone slab by the pool with the tip of the sword, and waited quietly for his master.

Seeing this, the gray-haired old monk grinned, and then spread his robe, and in a moment disappeared into the darkness of the night.

......

"Hand over the [Thunder Sword]!"

"This sword is not something you deserve!

Words of coercion or persuasion came from the mouths of the surrounding monks, and the words were all directed at Ye Shengqing.

Ye Shengqing was a little at a loss for a while, he was not a person who had never seen the world, once upon a time, he was facing thousands of troops, and he Ye Shengqing would not have the slightest narrowness.

But among the nearly 100 monks surrounding him now, the one with the lowest strength will not lose too much to him Ye Shengqing, this is an oppressive force that comes from absolute strength.

Seeing Ye Shengqing's performance like this, Zhao Wouji smiled slightly, and was even more sure that this monk named "Ye Shengqing" was not outstanding in his own strength, and he was only able to win the [Thunder Sword] in the canyon with his excellent luck.

In the face of this "Qianfu" scene, although Shangguan Tingxue was not the center of the "accusation", she also seemed a little uncomfortable for a while, this was the terrible pressure of nearly 100 strong people whose strength surpassed her under the common hostility.

Ye Shengqing sighed and said helplessly: "Listen to Snow Girl, you ...... Step aside. I'm grateful that you'll speak for me, but you don't have to be involved in the rest of the matter. ”

Shangguan Tingxue tilted his head slightly, so that the soft side face contour was perfectly displayed in front of Ye Shengqing's eyes.

She opened her mouth, but she didn't say anything after all, Hao put away the [Cold Blood Sword] with a flip of her wrist, and strode away from Ye Shengqing.

Seeing Shangguan Tingxue leave, Ye Shengqing slammed the [Thunder Sword] in his hand to the ground, and the dazzling electric light and deafening thunder sound appeared at the same time, which suddenly quieted the noisy monks around.

"You say that I don't deserve to hold the [Ben Thunder Sword], yes, then I want to ask who among you present is conceited and worthy of this sword?" Ye Shengqing asked loudly.

Zhao Wuji smiled and said, "Hehe, Ye Daoyou will hand over the [Ben Thunder Sword] first, and we will renegotiate the ownership plan." ”

Ye Shengqing glanced at the young and handsome monk, shook his head and said, "The senior said earlier that luck alone is not enough to get the [Ben Thunder Sword]. Then I want to ask, just by talking to oneself with the one mouth of the seniors, it is enough to get the [Ben Thunder Sword]?"

Zao Wou-ki's narrow eyes narrowed slightly, the smile on his face was still the same, but there was a hint of chill in his eyes.

Zao Wou-Ki said: "Okay, then let's have an open competition, and the winner will get the sword." For my generation of sword cultivators, it is fairest to speak with swordsmanship. ”

As he spoke, an invisible coercion was quietly released. Ye Shengqing only felt that his shoulders sank, and he couldn't help but crawl on the ground.

Fortunately, a burst of blue, rippling light emanated from the inside pocket of his green shirt, dispersing most of the coercion from Zao Wou-Ki in time.

But even with the help of the heavy treasure of water transportation, Ye Shengqing's thinking was temporarily blank, and the two rows of teeth collided uncontrollably.

In the final analysis, the difference in strength between the two is too great, and at this time, if the Mind Regent Demon Venerable is temporarily possessed again, with the demonic energy and the Mind Regent Demon Venerable's subtle control ability that far exceeds the body, Ye Shengqing may be able to compete with Zhao Wouji.

But now that he is in the Sword Sect and in front of the Tongtian Sword Tower, in front of so many outer monks, the Heart Demon Venerable does not dare to show up easily.

"Bring the sword!" Zhao Wouji suddenly shouted, and the thick sword yuan mixed with this shout went straight to Ye Shengqing's heart, making him realize that his colleague was in a trance for a while, and as soon as his arm was weak, he had to listen to Zhao Wouji's words and hand over the [Thunder Sword].

At this moment, a shout and curse came from afar: "Take your mother!