"Sister Hua Ling, is there one hundred and eighty pillars, representing the one hundred and eighty predecessors who have made outstanding contributions to the compound in the past three hundred years." Jiang Wei said suddenly.

"How do you know?" Hua Ling asked with a surprised expression.

"It's just that I've read a little more, and it's not uncommon to know. It is to confirm whether what is stated in the book is true. Jiang Wei said perfunctorily.

If the Nine Elders heard this, they would definitely not have a good face, and they would actually doubt the treasure scripture it gave. The little fart who doesn't know the color of the goods needs to be cleaned up.

There is a record in "Hundred Ghosts Excerpts": Meng Zhiting, one of the three courtyards of Huowan Jingcheng, is so famous that there are rumors in the Seven Realms; It is one of the birthplaces of kendo and has a long history. Throughout the ages, those who have made great contributions to the development of the Mengyuan Kendo will be given the 'Sword Pillar' by the Academy, standing in the Academy, immortal, and admired by future generations and set an example.

After a long time, Hua Ling carried Jiang Wei to Qique Pavilion. The Bird Pavilion is very open, there are bright lights lit, Jiang Wei feels as if he is in the Buddha hall, and his heart is very stable.

Hua Ling looked at the thirty-six newcomers present and couldn't help but nod with satisfaction.

"You're doing a great job, do you know why?" Hua Ling asked.

"The sooner I bring people here, the longer they will have to wait. You didn't act impetuous, which is a good job. Sword cultivation also requires heart cultivation, and people who are impetuous are not suitable for sword cultivation! This is also an assessment of some of you, but the later people don't have to rejoice, there will be a lot of assessments that only need thirty-six people in this pavilion, and there are a total of fifty-four people here, so under these assessments, the unfortunate eighteen people will be eliminated, and as for which eighteen, we will tell. ”

"The number of people in this cabinet is full, a total of thirty-six people, and I hope that your current session will be even more excellent. Let's start counting the number of people. ”

"Xu Bufan, Kangxi, Jin Yueci ......"

"To ......," the named people replied in turn.

"Jiang Wei!"

"Here!" Jiang Wei's voice replied in a childish but powerful voice.

Hua Ling continued: "Those who cultivate swords must have swords, and some of them don't have them, so you come with me." Others are free to visit. ”

The Bird Pavilion is about a thousand miles wide. Strange mountains and different waters, pavilions and buildings, delicate fairies. Jiang Wei followed behind the team and savored the beauty of this world.

"I don't know how Xia Hengfei is doing?"

In just a few days, such as a few years, at this time, Jiang Wei unconsciously remembered the old people: Chu Han, Uncle Niu, the old men, and the dreams of different pavilions in the same courtyard.

After a long time, a group of people came to an open mountain area. In the center, a huge spirit stone towered, adding a beautiful scenery to this empty place.

It is like a warrior who dominates one side, standing proudly between heaven and earth, blowing wind and rain, lightning and thunder, and still not damaging it at all.

"This is the Sword Mound Psychic Stone, and in this mountain area under your feet, there are swords of deceased sword cultivators from all over the world. It is the result of the seniors of our institute who went out to practice, and it is sealed in the three pavilions. ”

Hua Ling put her hands around her chest and spoke with relish, and she said some of the power of the sword mound. He instructed the new students to inject Dao power into the spirit stone in turn.

"See what's that?" A man suddenly screamed.

He belonged to the Red Pupil clan, and although his pupil power was stronger than that of ordinary people, he first saw a black shadow turn into a streamer of light that burst out from the spirit stone, and finally shot into the center of a person's eyebrows.

"Well, what's your name?" Hua Ling asked lightly.

"Devilish white." The person who spoke was pale and gloomy, and this cold name really fit him.

"How could the people of the ghost sect think of refining swords, the strange people of this era are really endless." Hua Ling said in her heart.

Hua Ling continued: "You should be able to sense an extra power in your body now, which is brought to you by your newly obtained matching sword, let's talk about your power in reality."

"Oh." The ghost's white eyes were dull, like a dead fish, but his aura was very powerful, urging his own Dao power, echoing his own sword.

"Huh...... a sword with a gray aura shot out of his eyebrows and landed on the ghostly white, thin and white index finger.

The sword body is spinning, as if to say, "Finally free!"

The darkness of the underground was unraveled by the unattractive person in front of him. Although the sword has lost its old master, it still has spirituality, and today it is reawakened, as if it has been reborn, with gratitude, and it has shown even more force, revealing all its power.

"Then, you can make an offer for what you want!" Yang Qi wanted to cry without tears.

Seeing that the 'door' of Zhang's Mansion had changed, Jiang Wei was not surprised, and said immediately: "I have another big deal to 'trade' with Zhang's Mansion, you just have to go and inform your master." ”

"Well, it seems that Pei Yuanshao also has the desire to become stronger, since this is the case, then I can consider passing on this set of mixed iron lance method to him, or maybe I can make him increase some force." Looking at his loyal personal soldier captain, Jiang Wei thought silently.

"Wei Zhong." Seeing that the three members of the Wei family were about to go back to the room, Ye Er suddenly took a step forward, stopped Wei Chong, and then said, "You remember, my four elder brothers died in battle that day, all thanks to your Wei family." If you go out of the city and I see you, I will kill you. ”

This is exactly the magic weapon he dreamed of, and he thanked the craftsmen again and again, and the craftsmen were also very surprised that Jiang Wei could wield a weapon weighing 100 catties to fight.

At present, Jiang Wei's army has 30,000 soldiers. The original Jiang Weijun was all infantry, divided into a recruit battalion, a blade battalion and a heavy hammer battalion. 14,000 in all. And the 15,000 men brought by Cao Cao were mixed cavalry and infantry troops. Among them were more than 7,000 cavalry and 8,000 infantry.

The onlookers around praised the sword's power in their hearts, and they were very much looking forward to what their accessories were.

"Give it a name." Hua Ling said

"Black." The ghost demon didn't say much, and he didn't ask much about Heisha's previous name, and his heart was plain.

Immediately afterwards, there were other ancient swords in the jade pillar, and a total of thirteen people came to the sword shrine, and in the end, except for Jiang Wei, they all got their own matching swords, and then began to study their own matching swords, and they couldn't put it down.

"This little brother, wait patiently, maybe your sword is as weak as yours, so it's a little slower on the way." The man who spoke, with long flowing hair, was handsome, but his words had a sarcastic charm. Jiang Wei didn't bother to pay attention to this kind of person who feels good about himself, and retorted lightly: "Am I familiar with you?" Less set almost, your sword cut watermelon, so green. ”

"Boy, it doesn't hurt to let you run rampant now, at the rookie ceremony in three months, if you meet me, see how I teach you."