The border between the country of wind and the country of earth, the Great Snow Mountains.

In the midst of the snowstorm, a sturdy young man was bare-chested, punching forward one punch after another, and the powerful force shook the ground, and opposite him was a snow-white giant lion, with a dull roar from its mouth.

The giant lion was four or five meters tall and extremely strong, but the young man fought with his bare hands, which showed the great strength of his body.

Bang bang bang!

One man and one lion, thick fists and claws constantly bombarded together, making a deafening air explosion.

The ground was trampled to burst, and the burly young man spread his hands and slammed into a rock at once.

Thundered!

The rock, which is twenty meters high and six or seven meters thick, is torn apart, and the human-high boulder is sprinkled in all directions like a goddess scattering flowers.

"Let's go!"

The burly young man grabbed the lion's head, and then shook it violently, throwing the entire snow-white giant lion out and slamming it down on the nearby mountain wall.

Such an amazing power, if someone is present, I am afraid that they will be so shocked that they will be unable to close their mouths, and to reach this level, I am afraid that it will take at least three thousand catties of strength.

The snow-white giant lion did not know whether it was alive or dead, and was crushed by the scattered stones.

His face was not red or breathless, and the burly young man grinned and said to himself: "The True Sect Disciple Examination is about to start, I, Murong Ye, will never be willing to be ranked below others, I must become a True Disciple as the first inner disciple, so that the disciples of the entire sect will know my name." ”

As soon as the words fell, the burly young man picked up his big bag and turned around and continued to walk into the snowstorm.

The Divine Consciousness Gate, the seventy-two peaks of the back mountain, is a cultivation site specially prepared for the elders.

On the Burning Sun Peak of the Seventy-two Peaks.

A white-robed old man said to the young man beside him: "Li Liuxing, as soon as you are promoted to an inner disciple, you will worship under my disciple, in the past three years, you have never gone out to do tasks and participate in ranking competitions, and have devoted yourself to cultivation, but this time, you must participate in this True Disciple Examination, otherwise the sect master and other elders will think that I am delaying you and not giving you enough opportunities to exercise." ”

"Moreover, if you are promoted to a true disciple, you will enjoy better cultivation conditions, which is not only a symbol of status and strength, but also brings a lot of practical benefits."

The young man looked cold, nodded, and said, "Master, don't worry, I will let others know that even if I haven't walked the rivers and lakes, I can defeat other disciples." ”

The white-robed old man shook his head, "Don't underestimate others, although your strength is enough to be proud of this year's inner disciples, but your actual combat experience is very lacking, if you want to become a true disciple, there is still a certain degree of difficulty, as far as I know, 'Divine Fist' Murong Ye and 'Cloud Knife' Bai Ruhui both have the strength of the top three, above them, there is another person, named 'Ghost God' Xiahou Lin, the strength of the force is even a little surprised as an elder, at present, you are probably not an opponent." ”

The cold young man said: "Master, didn't you tell me that you either don't fight, or you want to fight for the first place, otherwise everything is meaningless." No matter how powerful the man you are talking about, I will definitely be able to defeat him under my sword. My swordsmanship is invincible. ”

"Well, that's what I said, then you should try to be the first! If nothing else, your biggest opponent is Xiahou Lin, and the second is Bai Ruhui, his sword skills are unpredictable, like a cloud, you must be cautious when you encounter this person, don't lose to him in swordsmanship. ”

"By the way, there's another person."

A glint flashed in the eyes of the white-robed old man, and he thought of someone again.

"Who?"

"He is the son of the previous sect master, the first day of martial arts, Ling Chen." Speaking of Ling Chen, the white-robed old man's face was also a little solemn, "He was deprived of his status as a true disciple by Ye Nantian before, and now he has to pass the examination and re-enter the ranks of true disciples, although his cultivation is not high, he should only look like a martial artist in the first or second realm, but his strength, you must not underestimate it." Especially his swordsmanship, among the inner disciples, there are few opponents. ”

"Master rest assured, in terms of swordsmanship, I will not lose to anyone."

The white-robed old man nodded, no matter what else, in terms of swordsmanship alone, there are really few people in the entire Divine Consciousness Sect who are comparable to this disciple of his own, after all, after three years of hard cultivation, Li Liuxing has his own independent swordsmanship style, instead of simply learning to imitate and follow the rules of others.

This should be very similar to Ling Chen.

"Okay, the big battle is coming, let me see your current strength first."

The white-robed old man said.

Recite!

The sword was unsheathed, and the grim young man swung a sword towards the sea of clouds in front of him.

Silently, the sword light shuttled and surged, and the sea of clouds cracked nine sword marks, each sword mark was of general length, and there was almost no difference, as if it was copied from the same sword mark.

A look of surprise flashed in the eyes of the white-robed old man, "Nine swords coexist!" I didn't expect your splitting sword and shadow skills to improve again! ”

Sonorous!

Putting the sword back into its sheath, the cold young man said coldly: "This is not my full strength, as long as I don't comprehend the sword intent, then Ling Chen is definitely not my opponent." ”

"Very good, then we'll wait and see if you're a teacher."

The white-robed old man stroked his beard with a smile, what the other party said was indeed right, without comprehending the sword intent, the subtlety of the swordsmanship moves, and the sword path realm absolutely determined the strength of the swordsman, these two points, he believed that no one would be able to beat him as an apprentice.

……

At this moment, on another mountain peak of the Gate of Divine Will.

A young man in black looked to be about twenty years old, standing on a cliff position, with his hands behind his back, his eyes looking up into the distance at a 45-degree angle.

This person is the legend of the inner disciple of the Divine Intention Sect, the "ghost god" Xiahou Lin.

"Senior Brother Xiahou."

At this time, a woman with a beautiful face wearing a moon-white robe walked over and saluted with a fist at the young man in black.

"What?"

The young man in black didn't turn his head and asked lightly.

"There are five days left, which is the day when the true disciple examination begins, I am here to ask the senior brother for the master, do you want to participate in this examination?" The woman lowered her head and asked.

"Participate, of course."

The black-clothed young man's eyes lit up, and then his eyes moved slightly, and said: "I didn't expect the true disciples' meeting to arrive so soon, I wasn't interested last year, it doesn't mean that I'm not interested this year, by the way, let those true disciples see my strength." ”

Among the inner disciples, he no longer thinks that anyone is qualified to be his opponent, and only the true disciples who can be qualified to be his opponent.

He was confident that with his strength, even if he was placed among the true disciples, he would be able to occupy a place.

He had been an inner disciple for long enough, and it was time for him to change the environment.