The sword mound of the Tibetan Sword Villa is located in the belly of the back mountain, the entrance is guarded by ten sword slaves, and there are many organs around.

"The famous sword has a spirit, and the Lord is served. ”

Eight big characters of dragon flying and phoenix dance were carved on the stone wall of the entrance, and the time was just noon, and Ye Haotian and the five people came to the outside of the sword mound under the leadership of Ye Donglai.

"Listen to the five of you, after entering the Sword Shrine, you can only stay for twelve hours at most, and you must return before noon tomorrow, otherwise, more than twelve hours will cause irreparable damage to the foundation of your body, remember?"

Every year, a sword leader enters the sword mound to choose a sword, and the rules for choosing a sword are familiar to every disciple in the villa, but Ye Donglai still explained it seriously and seriously.

Ye Haotian and the five nodded, and the sword slave guarding the sword mound opened the closed bronze gate, and suddenly a sharp chill rushed to his face, and faintly, he could hear countless strange cries and wails from the depths of the cave.

"It's sword intent!"

Ye Fenglan and the others suddenly became excited, the torches on the stone walls on both sides of the cave suddenly lit up, and under the dim firelight, you could see a stone path with no end in sight, leading obliquely to the ground.

The entire Baiyun Town knew that the Ye family had a sword mound, and there were thousands of famous swords hidden in the sword mound, but no one had ever seen it, and even the descendants of the Ye family were not allowed to enter until they were promoted to inheritance.

And those inheritance disciples who won the Sword Kui can only enter once a year.

"Brother Haotian, you say, what sword should I choose?"

The five of them went down the passage, and on the way, Ye Fenglan asked Ye Haotian.

Ye Haotian has been a human being in two lives, and in the previous life, he had cultivated in the sword mound for many years, although he couldn't remember the name of each sword, but he still remembered the dozens of famous swords that were the most powerful, and in order to improve the strength of the family as soon as possible, he felt that it was necessary to give some pointers, so that the other few people would take fewer detours.

"Swords, like other swords, guns and clubs, are divided into five levels, gods, immortals, saints, mysteries, and spirits, and the iron swords we usually use are the most ordinary mortals outside the fifth level, and only in the sword mound are there swords above the spirit level - that is, what we often call spiritual weapons. ”

"The so-called spiritual weapon, naturally related to the material used in the refining of the sword, is harder and sharper than ordinary products, but more importantly, the day the sword is formed, it absorbs the essence of heaven and earth, so that the sword itself has spirituality, and with the user's cultivation exercises, in order to better exert combat effectiveness, and the famous sword recognizes the master, that is, when the breath in your body meets the right famous sword, it will naturally give birth to induction, although some swords are ranked high, but it does not mean that anyone can exert real power, so when choosing a sword, do not blindly pursue the ranking, but communicate with the sword attentively, so that the little sister should understand？”

Ye Fenglan didn't wait to speak, Ye Shenghu on the side snorted coldly, "Heh, it's just nonsense, who doesn't know how to talk about these truths? Communicate with the sword, it's easy to say, little sister, don't listen to his nonsense, of course, the higher the ranking of the sword in the sword mound, the more powerful it is, even if you make a mistake, after a year, you will enter the sword mound and change the sword, Lao Jiu, do you really think you are the sword god?"

All disciples of the Ye family who have entered the inheritance sequence can enter the sword mound once a year, and choose a suitable sword for themselves as their strength increases.

Ye Haotian was not angry at Ye Shenghu's ridicule, and said: "Sword intent needs to be raised, if you want to have a superb flying sword suitable for yourself when you enter the Tongxuan Realm, the sooner you prepare for it, the better, first raise the sword intent, regenerate the sword heart, and then practice the sword gall, and finally the human sword is one, so that you can become a god and become a saint, and the best time to raise the sword intent is to start from the Qi Condensation Realm, and then raise it after entering the Qi Transformation Realm, it will be half the effort, and it will be difficult to achieve success." ”

These words are Ye Haotian's cultivation perception over the past three hundred years.

Back then, in order to listen to his advice, the master and powerhouse of the Qilin Empire would rather go bankrupt than invest in his disciples, but now for the prosperity of the family, he can be said to have no reservations, this is a golden and jade good word that no amount of money can buy.

But Ye Shenghu didn't think so, and sneered: "Tsk, Ye Haotian, you don't know if you don't want to harm others? Who in the villa doesn't know the truth that sword cultivation intent must start after the Qi Transformation Realm? ”

Ye Haotian glanced at Ye Shenghu and didn't know how to explain.

Cultivating a sword with qi is the cultivation method of the mountain villa, or in other words, the monks of the entire Baiyun Town and even Baiyun City believe that sword cultivation needs to start from the Qi Transformation Realm.

That's because the Ye family, Baiyun Town, Baiyun City, and even the entire Qilin Empire have not produced a single Divine Hidden Realm master for countless years.

Ye Haotian knew that what he said now was unconvincing.

Even if Ye Shenghu didn't sneer on the side, Ye Fenglan and the others were afraid that they wouldn't agree with his idea.

didn't explain anything, Ye Fenglan was thoughtful, Ye Qingyang listened quietly, and Gu Yueming, who had not said anything, kept nodding, not knowing whether to really understand or agree.

As they went deeper and deeper, the five of them finally came to the end of the passage, and the scene in front of them made even Ye Fenglan, who had heard many descriptions from Sword Kui in previous years, all of them widen their eyes in surprise.

In front of me is a huge space, and you can't see the edge at a glance.

On the ground, there are large and small potholes everywhere, and there is not a drop of water in the potholes here, and the tumbling inside is actually red magma!

About a dozen feet above the ground, clouds and mist rolled, electric wires intertwined, and from time to time an arm-thick thunder fell, illuminating the entire cave flickering and darkening, like the legendary abyss of hell.

The most surprising thing is the sword.

Thousands, of different sizes and lengths.

Some are hidden in sheaths and inserted diagonally into the ground.

Some only had half of the sword left, lying alone on the edge of the pit.

Others were suspended in mid-air, spinning silently, attracting countless thunderstorms.

There is also a handle that is more than three zhang long, like a stele tower pointing to the sky.

This is the Sword Shrine, the holy place of Tibetan Sword Villa.

The sword stands like a forest, and the sword falls like the sea.

As soon as they saw these countless famous swords, Ye Shenghu's eyes suddenly burned with blazing light, and they couldn't care about anything else, and rushed towards the depths of the sword mound.

Ye Qingyang rushed the fastest, he took a fancy to a pale red famous sword at a glance, and reached out to get it.

Click!

A heavenly thunder suddenly descended, right on his wrist, this young master of the Sixth Heaven of the Condensation Realm suddenly screamed in pain, his arm shrank back as if he had been bitten by a poisonous snake, and looked at the sky in horror, it was obvious that this sword didn't seem to like this master.

Ye Fenglan was eyeing a pair of short swords, but before she could get closer, the pair of short swords actually floated out on their own as if they were alive, and the anxious little girl frowned, chased after her, and quickly disappeared into the depths of the sword mound.

In contrast, Gu Yueming was much more cautious.

This is the only disciple with a foreign surname among the five sword leaders this year, with a simple and honest face.

His speech and demeanor were like his sword moves, steady and steady, although his excited heart was about to jump to his throat when he saw the thousands of famous swords in front of him, but he still pressed his inner impulse, and walked slowly and cautiously, while paying attention to the ground fire under his feet, and at the same time paying attention to the heavenly thunder above, looking for the famous sword of his heart.