The fate of the so-called waste is to hold the residual knife, cut the heavens, and then return to the world. You and I don't give up, life and death are not enough. The day my sword is forged will be the time when night returns.

In a valley at the outer gate of the Tianxuan Dao Sect.

Chu Xingye, who was wearing a black cloth robe, sat by the crystal clear waterhole, and his handsome face was endlessly "calm". Beside him was a war knife, shaped like a Tang knife, with a black body, and the handle of the knife was carved with a five-clawed black dragon, and the dragon's eyes were inlaid with purple gemstones.

As one of the eight major sects of the Southern Wilderness Bitter Domain, the Heavenly Xuan Dao Sect is a holy place of worship for Xuan cultivators, and it is also a divine land in the hearts of mortals, and those omnipotent Xuan cultivators who fly to the heavens and escape are the gods in the hearts of mortals.

But "God" is also a human being, with seven emotions and six desires, and the world of God is even more ruthless and deceitful. The weak work hard to cultivate only to save their lives, and the strong people work hard to cultivate only to be the master. Killing and being killed are intertwined to deduce the ups and downs of the world, sadness and war songs.

All those who have gained an increase in their lifespan and changed their lives against the heavens by cultivating and absorbing the Xuan Qi of Heaven and Earth are called Xuan cultivators, and the place where Xuan cultivators live is called the Xuan Cultivation Realm.

Every cultivator in the metaphysical realm will give their weapon a name, and this weapon can be regarded as truly living in this world, not just a weapon used as a killing weapon, just like the name taken down by oneself at birth, which is also the most sincere respect for the "companion" who fights side by side and entrusts life and death to the user.

But the Xuanhei war knife beside Chu Xingye has no name!!

A silver-eyed boy with his hands on his knees, his head resting on his arms, his silver eyes like dim stars in the night sky. The five small fish in the pool swam blankly in his eyes.

There is a waterfall of 200 zhang in the distance, about 30 zhang high, the water flows from the sky, and the anger vows to smash the earth through.

And the sun in the sky has not yet woken up, the heavens, the earth, the mountains and rivers are hazy like poetry, the cuckoo cries sadly like weeping, and the white clouds float over the two lines of tears.

Chu Xingye, who bit his lower lip with his teeth, sank into sadness, and a feeling of suffocation made him feel his heart beating.

- Boom!

A few splashes exploded on the surface of the water, and the small fish in the water were bitten and eaten by the big fish, and a trace of blood flashed away in the water.

The sloppy eyes condensed into two small silver dots, and the ten fingers of the silver-eyed boy holding his knees were clenched.

"Big fish eating small fish is the essence of this world. The silver-eyed young man said bitterly, the order of life and death in the Xuan Cultivation Realm is: the strong are born, and the weak die. Fish and shrimp cannot escape this order of life and death.

The whole person was lying on the grass, and ten geese were flying in the air, and the last one was ten feet away from the flock of geese.

"Fly so high! Fly so freely!But wouldn't it be better to leave!" The boy closed his eyes, and the lone goose and the flock of geese died at the same time in his sight, and endless darkness spread in his silver eyes......

Chu Xingye, who stood up, slashed at his shoulder with the Xuanhei War Knife in his hand, the time for him to escape was over, he couldn't give up the cultivation test, the saddest thing in the world was to abandon himself.

A year ago, he was expelled from the ordinary disciple mountain gate by the Tianxuan Dao Sect as a waste, and was demoted to the outer disciple mountain gate with the lowest ranking of disciples of the Tianxuan Dao Sect, becoming an outer disciple, and was punished into the miscellaneous hall as a "miscellaneous servant", and his status was lower than that of the outer disciple.

Above the outer disciples are the trial disciples, and then above the ordinary disciples, there are ......... Ordinary disciples are the foundation of the Tianxuan Dao Sect, among which excellent disciples are the key training objects of the sect, and each of them is the son of heaven and the daughter of Jiao.

The assessment of the outer disciple to become a trial disciple will be carried out in four months~, and the silver-eyed boy still has four months, if he can cultivate to the first entry of the eighth grade, he will be able to become a trial disciple, and he can avoid being expelled from the sect by the Tianxuan Dao Sect as a waste.

Chu Xingye, who was carrying the Xuanhei War Knife, walked out of the valley, and the black figure finally disappeared behind a boulder outside the valley.

The outer disciples are conducting a cultivation test today just to test how far their cultivation has reached.

At this time, the three hundred outer disciples were standing on the outer gate square of the Tianxuan Dao Sect, and a black battle platform with a big tree in front of them stepped on the top of the mountain peak, devouring the sky fiercely, and the towering trees around them pointed to the sky, wanting to compete for the top.

The wind and clouds suddenly changed! The white clouds rode the wind and slaughtered from the west to the east with overwhelming momentum, and the defeated army broke and fled, throwing away their armor. The turbulent earth was frightened to the point of flying sand and rocks, and the mountains and the ground cracked.

The outer disciples under the battle platform did not move in this violent storm cloud, and the green-clothed Taoist robes they wore were frightened by the changes in heaven and earth. They were all about fifteen years old, but the maturity on their faces killed the naivety that should be at this age, and their eyes were blazing as they looked at the one-person-tall, thousand-pound test jade stone on the battle platform.

The Test Xuanyu Stone is an item specially used by the Tianxuan Dao Sect to test the cultivation of its disciples, and the white smooth plane is inlaid with nine egg-sized black gems at the same distance.

At this time, the middle-aged deacon standing next to the Xuanyu Stone, wearing a black robe, had an ancient character on his left chest "Zhi", a square face, and the indifference in his sight gradually disappeared due to the name of Wang Xiaoxuan on the roster in his hand.

Closing the roster, he looked up and read, "Next, Wang Xiaoxuan." ”

Hearing this voice, Chu Xingye, who was crowded into a corner by the crowd in Tsing Yi in the audience, raised his head. A superb girl in Tsing Yi walked out of the crowd, and no one stopped her. There was no joy or sorrow on the innocent face, the cherry mouth was pursed, and a pair of black eyes exuded endless indifference.

"It turns out that your apathy is innate. Unfortunately, there is nothing I can do about it. Chu Xingye, who lowered his head, clenched his hands.

Two years ago, outside the mountain gate of Tianxuan Dao Sect, Wang Xiaoxuan was bullied and came to life in his memories again.

The young men in Tsing Yi around Chu Xingye all stared at the young girl in Tsing Yi who came out of the crowd, their eyes were as hot as fire, and the girls looked at the girl in Tsing Yi who was about the same age as them, and they showed envy and jealousy.

Wang Xiaoxuan, who was supported by the crowd, raised her jade neck and stepped on the high platform with beautiful steps. The innocent face was dyed with a few wisps of red, and the indifference in the black eyes was smeared with "blood", and the long eyelashes trembled slightly from the murderous intent that exploded in his heart.

She lifted her delicate chin, and the jade stone in front of her wanted to swallow her soul.

Close your eyes and take a deep breath.

When he opened his eyes again, a fine light shot out, "When I rise, those who bully others will be killed." ”

Raise your hand and strike.

Thundered~~~

Another loud bang exploded in the minds of the surrounding teenagers, their eyes widened, and the scene that happened on the high platform was engraved in their minds, and their mouths were half open, and it was a long time before they remembered to be shut by them.

One person tall, a thousand pounds of test jade stone was knocked back six feet away by the girl next door on the stage. Looking at the opponent's understatement of punches, such as raising his hand to blow the breeze, he didn't use half of his strength.

The middle-aged deacon on the stage blinked his eyes, and a dazzling change occurred on the jade stone in the distance: two black gems lit up with yellow light, like two rising suns.

The heat emanating from his eagle eyes turned into two flames, burning in the "winter", and he read aloud: "Wang Xiaoxuan, the ninth grade of the first Xuan Realm." ”

I thought that she was indeed worthy of being accepted as a closed disciple by Elder Wei Xue, her talent was comparable to that of the first person in the Ten Heroes of Chufeng, and she was worthy of being the sister of the King of Chufeng a year ago.

It's just a pity that Chu Xingye, the king of the early strikers, suddenly lost his cultivation a year ago, and he was no longer able to cultivate, the reason is unknown, and now he is a waste, worse than a dog. What's even more hateful is that this waste has become a shame for our Tianxuan Dao Sect, and has become a laughing stock for other sects to laugh at us.

What's even more excessive is that this day of turning into waste was also written by other sects to write a limerick poem, and it was widely circulated.

Wang Xiaoxuan on the battle platform raised her delicate chin, and her black eyes revealed a bit of sadness, but it was fleeting, and the indifference in her body was even stronger.

When the first trace of Xuan Qi is cultivated in the dantian of the Xuan cultivator, this realm is called the first entry, which is the first step on the path of Xuan cultivation, and it is divided into nine grades. The Beginning Xuan Realm is the second realm, and the path of cultivation begins here, which can be regarded as truly stepping on the door of Xuan Xiu.

This realm is divided into nine grades, the Xuan Qi stored in the dantian in the first grade of the first grade of the first grade is twice as much as the first entry of the ninth grade, and the life span can be increased by three years...... The third realm is the realm of the pulse.

The realm of the pulse is transformed into a gas: the three-foot green front passes, and the enemies are all decapitated; one person is cut off with one sword, and there is no one left for thousands of miles; a trick is made, shocking the Xuan cultivation world.

Turning around again, the black-robed young man in the corner fell into Wang Xiaoxuan's indifferent eyes, and the endless indifference in his eyes slowly faded, but it was gone in a blink of an eye, and the indifference in his eyes returned to the same as before.

"Brother, you must hate Xuan'er very much. The tingling pain in her heart made the corners of her mouth rise slightly, it hurts! It hurts!

The crowd in the audience was silent for a long time, and a gust of wind blew before it set off an intermittent sound, like a piece of dead leaves being blown up to the sky by the wind and then falling to the ground back and forth:

"She became the first person among the outer disciples of the Nine Grades of the Origin Realm, and she also had a place among the Ten Heroes of the First Frontier. ”

"It's not because she is accepted as a disciple by the elders, if the elders accept a pig as a disciple, this pig will also become a divine pig, and vice versa. ”

"I didn't expect that the little beggar back then would turn into a lady of the sky that we looked down on, it's really impermanent!"

"It's a pity that such a person is just a white-eyed wolf after all, She chose to abandon his waste brother for her own cultivation, if it wasn't for the waste that saved her back then, there would be her dazzling at this time. ”

Several teenagers and girls in the crowd gathered around and stretched out their index fingers to point at the silver-eyed boy in the corner, and the sympathy in their eyes pierced Chu Xingye's body, which was more stinging than indifference.

"Chu Xingye, the king of the first generation, would turn into a waste, and what he didn't expect was that his sister would abandon him and do something like that. However, if I can be accepted as a disciple by the elders, then I will also abandon that waste, even if he is my own brother and father, and the one who stands in my way will die. ”

......

Chu Xingye, who locked his lips, looked at the girl in Tsing Yi wearing the outer disciple's uniform on the stage, and blessed her in his heart: As long as you are good, everything is fine.

"Next, Chu Xingye stepped forward and tested!" shouted the middle-aged deacon on the high platform. The voice is the blade of the murder.

Everyone in the audience looked at the black-robed young man in the corner, the words that were about to be said were swallowed into their stomachs, and their disdainful eyes were showing off their might.

Chu Xingye turned a blind eye to everyone's eyes, took the first step, and then stepped on the steps step by step.

He passed by Wang Xiaoxuan who walked off the stage on the steps, stood on the steps and looked back for a long time, Wang Xiaoxuan kept walking forward without looking back at him.

Silence is spreading, strangeness is subverting, and grief has flowed backwards.

Wang Xiaoxuan walked down step by step, she didn't dare to look back at him. She was afraid.

Chu Xingye on the stage clenched his fists with both hands, the jade stones in his silver eyes were gradually increasing, and finally his entire world was white jade stones, and the real world was buried in hell by him.

When the god holds the scepter in his hand, mortals bow down and pray. But when the god lost his scepter, mortals dragged the god to hell and insulted him with spittle and swearing.

The crowd in the audience could no longer suppress the cynicism in their hearts, and the impulse to step on the water dogs fiercely, said:

"I didn't expect that the people who joined the Tianxuan Dao Sect with us outer disciples, who were the famous King of the First Frontier a year ago, and Chu Xingye, who was talented on the first day in a hundred years, have now become outer disciples, which is really condescending, but our outer gate is not a place to take in waste for a long time. ”

"It's a shame again, he's thicker than my ass. ”

"I can't help the disgust in my heart and want to kill this waste, but it's a pity that the sect doesn't allow killing people outside the life and death platform. ”

......

Wang Xiaoxuan, who was standing in the crowd, listened to the cynicism around her, her innocent face was already covered with thick "cold ice", and the coercion of the Nine Grades of the Origin Realm in her body broke out of her body. The people standing next to her subconsciously stayed away from her, and in an instant, there were only two people standing beside her within ten zhang of her center, these two were wearing brown robes, and looked at Wang Xiaoxuan with a sneer.

Wang Xiaoxuan raised her head, and the black back on the stage sank into her eyes, and in an instant, there was a beam of white light in the dark world under her eyes.

The mocking sound from around him turned into "thousands of swords" and inserted them from the pores of Chu Xingye's whole body, and in an instant, the soul in his heart turned into a "blood-colored hedgehog", and thousands of swords were "swallowed" red by blood, and blood droplets ran down the hilt, and the hilt smashed into the ground in his heart, and a river of blood converged and flowed westward.

Those who once worshipped him are now laughing at him, and there is no greater ugliness in human nature than this.

The palm of his hand was pierced through the skin by ten fingers, and strings of blood were slashed onto the stone platform.

Tick tock......

Chu Xingye raised his head. The familiar and disgusting 'broken stone' in front of him was laughing at him.

His eyebrows were wrinkled into a line, his front teeth bit his lower lip, and he roared inwardly: I, Chu Xingye, will never be a waste!

A blow with the right fist.

Bang!!

The 'Broken Stone' stood motionless, and the gems showed a mocking color: three black gems emitted a faint white light. Forced Chu Xingye to retract his fists, and then turned around.

The silver-eyed young man sighed in his heart! Sure enough, this is the result again, if it goes on like this, there will not be a drop of Xuan Qi in his body, and if he does not insist on the assessment of the trial disciples, he will be expelled from the sect because there is no more Xuan Qi in his body.

dragged the "blood-colored hedgehog" in his heart away, and the river of blood on the earth in his heart has become a sea of blood, and everything in heaven and earth is wearing blood-colored robes, singing unyielding war songs in unison:

The battlefield that had been sleeping in the Eternal Ancients had awakened

The indomitable drums of war sounded again

The remnant of the sword and armor that was abandoned by heaven and earth awakened from hell

The indomitable soul is roaring and roaring

Fight Fight Fight

Break through the shackles of hell

Walk on the mutilated blood-colored earth

The glory that has disappeared returns again

......

In despair, the heavens were seriously wounded and the earth died

The indomitable soul with the stump is mutilated

But in the cracks of despair, unyielding thoughts are rising

This broken world is guarded by me

...

The black-clothed middle-aged deacon standing on the high platform watched the lonely back of the audience go away step by step, and then turned his head, and there was a trace of blood on the surface of the Xuanyu stone in the distance.

He shook his head and said:

"Chu Xingye entered the third grade at the beginning of the night. ”

There was a commotion among the teenagers in the audience, and the cold and sarcastic voices came up from the "hell" in their hearts:

"Tsk, is this the so-called Imperial Talent! The speed of this cultivation is really terrifying! It has only been a year and a half since he cultivated from the Pulse Realm to the first entry into the Third Grade, and the speed of this cultivation is one step faster than that of a turtle crawling upside down. ”

"Isn't he still giving up? He still wants to participate in the trial assessment and become a trial disciple, but the first level of the trial assessment must be the cultivation of the first entry to the eighth grade in order to pass! As for his current cultivation, he should leave the sect tomorrow, our Tianxuan Dao Sect does not need such a shame from him. ”

"Chu Xingye, the king of the first blade, should be changed to Chu Xingye, the king of silver waste. ”

......

"You're all wrong, geniuses have to learn to be low-key, waste has to learn to be high-profile, and silver wastes have to learn to pretend to be forced. “

......

Wang Xiaoxuan, who had been listening to the cynical voice, clenched her silver teeth, the murderous intent in her heart skyrocketed, and the tyrannical Xuan Qi in her body finally broke out of her body, turning into a tornado and enveloping her surroundings.

And the two brown-robed young men behind her panicked, and stepped back step by step, damn it! This guy's strength is definitely more than the Nine Grades of the Origin Xuan Realm. It's just that in the blink of an eye, the tornado of Xuan Qi that enveloped Wang Xiaoxuan disappeared, and a trace of blood died at the corner of her mouth.

The two brown-robed young men behind Wang Xiaoxuan panted, and then raised their heads and looked at the back of Tsing Yi in front of them in fear, with their cultivation of the five grades of the Origin Xuan Realm being so embarrassed under the other party's uncontrollable Xuan Qi, this guy is really not simple, it is true that the adults sent us to supervise this woman, if this woman is not removed, there will be endless troubles.

The deacon standing on the battle platform raised his head from the roster and looked around, but he didn't find any abnormal movement, before he clearly felt that there was a not weak Xuan Qi fluctuation under the stage, and it had disappeared before it blinked, forget it!

The root of the talent that a person cultivates is the root of the existence in his body.

The talent ranking of Xuan cultivators can be divided into: the root of the mortal product and the root of the first product...... The root of the imperial product ranked fifth, and as soon as the subsequent talent was born, there was no pure land in the world. The sea of blood turns the world upside down, killing and swallowing the heavens. The world is hell.

The imperial talent of the Xuan cultivator belongs to the genius of a hundred years in the long history of Xuan Xiu, if he does not die, his strength can dominate the Xuan Xiu world for a generation, and the world shines.

The former glory passed away with the wind, and Chu Xingye stood in the corner abandoned by the crowd.

He closed his eyes, but he couldn't close the sneer and sarcasm that came in his ears, and he couldn't suppress the bitterness and pain surging in his heart, so he could only block the cold tears in his eyes.

It would be nice if it was dark at this time, and he could disappear into the light—the darkness was so warm.

The brown-robed young man in the crowd stopped his companion and shook his head, and the cyan figure walked into the distance.

Suddenly, the sneering voice of the crowd became quieter, and everyone turned their heads one by one to look at a cyan figure that was constantly interspersed in the crowd, and at the end there was a black figure abandoned by the Tsing Yi world.

We read that right!

Everyone's incredulous eyes collided with each other, and finally this disbelief enveloped the entire square, and the young man on the battle platform who was about to test his cultivation suddenly felt something strange behind him, and turned to look at the bottom of the battle platform, where a cyan figure was chopping through the wind and waves in the cyan "ocean".

The middle-aged deacon next to the boy closed the roster in his hand and looked at the figure moving under the battle platform, dumbfounded.

Is she heading for that shit?

Wang Xiaoxuan broke out of her body and walked forward step by step, everyone who stood in front of her automatically retreated, in the "cyan ocean", the waves were churning, and an avenue appeared in front of Wang Xiaoxuan.

Her drooping hands clenched, blood seeped between her fingers, the indifference in her eyes disappeared, and a faint smile squeezed out of her face, suppressing the panic in her heart.

She must say a few words to her brother today, otherwise she will not have a chance in the future, and she will not ask him to know the truth. Xuan'er just wanted to walk with him for a while before leaving, even if it was just a few steps. The familiar black back in the distance merged with the white figure in her mind, her brother used to like to wear white clothes the most, but now.

Suddenly! A voice rang out from the crowd.

"I concluded that she would be slapped by Silver Waste when she stood in front of Silver Waste, and then scolded her to get out. A young man with a pig's head and a fat face facing the sky and digging his nostrils with his index finger said.

The people standing around the pig-headed and fat-faced boy all retracted their distant gaze when they heard what he said, and when they saw him "facing the sky, stirring the wind and clouds with one finger", they were all frightened by him and took three steps back, and some girls were disgusted by his nose picking and wanted to vomit.

"Don't believe it! If Yinzhu doesn't slap Wang Xiaoxuan standing in front of him, my pig will eat it. One finger "out of the sheath", all the swords were cold, a finger was black, and the "white" boogers appeared on his index finger, which was proud of the crowd.

"Why don't you believe it!" the pig-headed and fat-faced young man swept the crowd around him with contempt at the corner of his eyebrows, "My pig is a manly man, and I have always been a man who counts, as long as I slap Wang Xiaoxuan in the face, I will eat it immediately." ”

The nails were frightened by the gaze of everyone around them. Everyone nodded in agreement.

"If he slapped Wang Xiaoxuan, even if you lose, from now on when you see my pig third, you will call me big brother, no success!"

OK.

The crowd nodded. sneered in my heart, whether I call the big brother or not, we don't count, whether you eat or not, it's up to you.

Everyone turned their heads again and looked at Wang Xiaoxuan, who was still twenty steps away from walking behind Chu Xingye......