In front of a waterfall in the back mountain.

Ling Chen sat cross-legged, the Tianfu Sword was placed on his knees with the scabbard attached, and the whole person entered a mysterious and ethereal state, and God and I forgot about it.

The rumbling sound of the waterfall did not affect Ling Chen, in his perception, the world was no longer the original world, the sound had completely disappeared, and the speed of the waterfall falling became slower and slower, and finally he simply started to move slowly, a little bit of water droplets, from time to time a few drops of water swirled, shining in the sun, like the most brilliant crystal.

When the waterfall was completely still, Ling Chen opened his cold eyes.

Draw your sword and slash!

The action is done in one go, without a trace of mud and water.

In the silence, the waterfall on the opposite side is cut in two, divided into two sections and falls down, never connecting together.

Rumble! Rumble!

Two loud noises were heard, and water splashed everywhere.

"It's a pity." Ling Chen looked at the waterfall that flowed down again, and shook his head gently, the sword just now, if it can completely stop the flow of this waterfall, it will be powerful, only by comprehending the soul of the sword way, the sword intent, can it be possible to achieve this level.

Water flows to a low place, this is the law of nature, if you want to change the law of nature, no matter how exquisite martial arts moves you can't do, only something mysterious like sword intent can be done.

For the swordsman, when he really understands what the sword is, and can give full play to the original characteristics of the sword, there is no trick to win, everything comes from the heart, and the sword is fused, and when he exerts his understanding of the sword, the sword is alive. It is sword intent.

There is no need to think about the sword intent for the time being, but Ling Chen is not without gain, during this time, he has already practiced the fifth move of the dragon seeking sword technique, the white dragon breath.

Call!

A misty and arrow-like breath spit out from his mouth, and Ling Chen slowly stood up, his body shocked, exuding a fierce aura that seemed to be nothing.

Although this is not sword intent, the artistic conception can be regarded as a prototype of sword intent.

After sitting in front of this waterfall for an afternoon, Ling Chen also stood up and prepared to call it a day.

Outside the dustless courtyard, seeing Ling Chen coming back, Xiao Muyu couldn't help but shake his head: "You guy, you're elusive, it's really not easy to find you." ”

"What's wrong? Looking for me? ”

Ling Chen was a little surprised, at this time, what would happen when Xiao Muyu came to him.

"Isn't the True Disciple Sect Examination about to start? There are only three days left, and you have to go to the lottery first. Xiao Muyu spread his hands, "I'm here to guide you to the lottery." ”

"Draw lots now?"

Ling Chen was stunned, three days later, now the lottery?

"Well, draw lots first, and register the names, so that the deacon disciples can be divided into groups and calculate the number of sessions, which is a traditional rule."

Xiao Muyu said helplessly.

"Okay, let's go for it!"

During the walk, Ling Chen also learned from Xiao Muyu that this time the True Transmission Disciple Examination will be divided into three groups, each group will be about fifty people, and each group will conduct dozens of rounds of competitions, and the scores will be calculated according to the number of wins and defeats in the competition, and the person with the highest score in each group will be qualified as a True Transmission Disciple.

Each of the three groups of fifty people adds up to one hundred and fifty people, and these one hundred and fifty people are all the elite of the inner disciples, selected from hundreds of inner disciples.

Deacon's Hall.

A wooden box was placed there, and there were two deacon disciples next to it.

At this time, there were already quite a few inner disciples who were drawing lots.

"Damn, my luck is so bad, how did I run to the group of white swords in the clouds."

"You are still called back, my group is the 'ghost god' Xiahou Lin, who can beat him, there is no way, I can only abstain when I meet him."

"The first group has the 'Cloud Knife' Bai Ruhui, the second group has the 'Divine Fist' Murong Ye, and the third group is the 'Ghost God' Xiahou Lin, which group you are assigned to, you must face a giant."

Ling Chen's face showed a sudden expression, and he lined up at the back of the line.

In this way, it is reasonable, and only the first of the three groups can obtain the title of true disciple.

After a while, it was his turn.

I reached into the lottery box and touched a thin wooden card, took it and looked at it, it said "No. 28 of the second group".

Next to it, the deacon's disciples wrote Ling Chen's name and group number.

"Hey, isn't that Ling Chen?"

Some disciples recognized Ling Chen, after all, the latter had also been in the Divine Consciousness Gate for a while.

"He's also going to take this exam for true disciples? Wasn't he originally a true disciple? An inner disciple was surprised.

"You forgot? He has been deprived of his status as a true disciple before, and it seems that he plans to pass this exam and return to the ranks of true disciples. ”

"It's not easy, with those three people, no matter which group they are in, it's too difficult to stand out from the encirclement."

Many inner disciples are not optimistic about Ling Chen, Ling Chen used to be able to be called a true disciple, that is because of his father, coupled with his talent, he was exceptionally awarded the identity of a true disciple, but now it is different, if you have to rely on strength, you can successfully obtain the identity of a true disciple, it is difficult to say.

After drawing lots, the two withdrew from the crowd, and Xiao Muyu asked, "How many groups are you from?" ”

"The second group, listen to them, the strongest opponent in that group is called Murong Ye."

Ling Chen said lightly.

"Murong Ye?"

Xiao Muyu frowned, "That's a tricky character, this Murong Ye, it is said that he is extremely talented, born with infinite strength, he can lift a hundred catties at the age of ten, and he cultivates the foreign martial arts 'Brute Beast Refining Technique', and often fights with foreign beasts with his bare hands, and his strength is estimated to be no less than three thousand catties, and he can smash a martial artist strong man into flesh with one punch." ”

"It's tricky."

Ling Chen nodded, according to what Xiao Muyu said, this Murong Ye's strength is really terrifying, but it is relieved to think about it, if you want to become a true disciple, what kind of opponent will not be encountered? This Murong Ye is indeed very strong, but compared to that Xiahou Lin, I am afraid it is slightly inferior.

"Let's go back, don't keep your nerves in the past two days, just these few days, it's better to take a good rest and recuperate."

Xiao Muyu knew that Ling Chen was a cultivation maniac, but at this time, no matter how hard he cultivated, it might not be conducive to the competition.

"That's not necessary, just live normally, it's not a big deal, even if you can't become a true disciple, it's my lack of strength, why force it."

Ling Chen's mentality is very relaxed, he has not seen the wind and waves, the true disciple will try, and it is not too important.

Separated from Xiao Muyu, Ling Chen returned to the dust-free courtyard.

The night before the exam, Ling Chen was also at the pinnacle of cultivating to a martial artist in the dual realm, and the fifth move of the Dragon Seeking Sword Technique was also proficient, and now everything was ready, just waiting for the exam to start.