The sky is clear and the evening breeze looks particularly sultry in the setting sun.

Hurry by in March.

On the gold-necked ink carving, the young man stood by the railing, slanting into the distance, holding a small wine jug in his hand, it was already dusk and he was alone, and he was gradually slightly drunk.

Not far behind him, the man was sitting cross-legged, holding his flying sword and closing his eyes.

"Gollum ——!"

Zhang Xuan raised his neck, there was no liquor in the small wine jug, he turned around and threw the wine jug to the man's side, "Zhao Lingyun, bring me some wine, your wine is really fragrant." ”

The man opened his eyes, frowned, and said: "The wine has been drunk by you, I haven't drunk it myself, how old are you, you know how old you are, you know how to drink all day long, whether you can have some luck and do something serious." ”

Zhang Xuan asked rhetorically: "Drinking is not the right thing?"

"You..."

Zhao Lingyun saw that the young man was jingling, and when he thought that the person in front of him was about to become a disciple of the Xuantian North Courtyard, or a disciple of that place, he couldn't get angry.

Xuantian North Courtyard is the supreme institution of learning in the Northern Regions, where geniuses gather, just like a carp crossing the river, there are all kinds of people, but there is no weak and unmotivated disciple like Zhang Xuan.

How difficult it is to join the Xuantian North Academy, having talent is only a basic condition, and you must go through ten years of miscellaneous labor to become an outer disciple.

Zhao Lingyun became a miscellaneous servant at the age of eight, and after ten years of working in the miscellaneous service hall, after suffering enough, and after decades of hard work, he advanced to the rank of a third-grade monk, and finally got ahead and became a deacon of the outer gate.

And Zhang Xuan, in order to survive a few days ago, agreed to join the Xuantian North Courtyard, and easily became one of the seventy-two Earth Demon Swordsmen.

What's even more blood-vomiting is that the existence actually ordered him to follow Zhang Xuan at all times to prevent the young man from escaping.

Zhao Lingyun still thought about this kid at first, thinking that this was a peerless genius, but in the past three months, the young man has either drunk or slept, and he doesn't take cultivation seriously at all, which makes him feel very unfair.

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Click——!

Zhang Xuan bit down on a glittering purple fruit, his mouth was full of relish, the air was filled with a refreshing fragrance, and his mouth said vaguely: "Hmm! delicious, it tastes good!"

"Where's the scent?"

Zhao Lingyun came back to his senses, looked at the purple fruit in Zhang Xuan's hand, smelling the faint fragrance, he couldn't help but take a deep breath, and exclaimed: "This, this is the human-level second-grade one-star elixir Yuan Soul Fruit, after eating it, it can make the soul qi skyrocket, and even break through to the sound dust realm, if it is refined into an elixir, the effect will even skyrocket, you kid actually chew it as an ordinary fruit, it is simply a tyrannical thing, extremely hateful." ”

Zhang Xuan ate with relish, his eyes were full of pride, and when he saw Zhao Lingyun's appearance that the emperor was not in a hurry and the eunuch was in a hurry, he suddenly ate more happily.

After eating a fruit in three or two bites, he was a little unsatisfied, turned over his hand and took out another Yuan Soul Fruit, and said with some disgust: "Hey! Why does it look numb, it's not mellow at all, it's definitely not delicious." ”

With that, the young man threw it casually and threw the Yuan Soul Fruit out.

"The main waste of cultivation resources, you don't want to give it to me, it's shameful to waste, be careful of being thundered by the sky. ”

Zhao Lingyun's eyes were quick, and while he issued a soul scolding, he snapped out a flying sword with his fingers.

Not long after, the flying sword flew back with the Yuan Soul Fruit.

Zhao Lingyun put away the fruit and scolded Zhang Xuan: "I don't know the hard work of cattle when eating, I don't know the bald author when I read books, so violent and cruel, won't your conscience hurt?"

Zhang Xuan rolled his eyes, ignored it, took out another fruit, and ate it in a big gulp.

Zhao Lingyun roared again: "Don't eat it, it's really in your mouth, it hurts in my heart, this fruit has a huge effect, it can produce a huge amount of soul energy, can you absorb it?

Zhang Xuan asked rhetorically again, "Isn't it?"

He buried his head and ate, in Zhao Lingyun's envious gaze.

One.

Two pieces.

Three.

...

Zhao Lingyun was about to vomit blood, this stinky boy was not only ignorant, but he was also arrogant, self-righteous and tyrannical, and didn't listen to the old man's words, which was really ridiculous.

Of course, more of a pity.

Zhang Xuan ate ninety-nine Yuan Soul Fruits, and then he gave up, he picked up the kernels on the ground, and said in his heart: "In the near future, I will have an orchard, but unfortunately the old ginseng is gone, and there is a lack of a good gardener with consciousness." ”

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Night.

In the chaotic void, dim and secluded, there is a void in the distance, and beyond the void is still a void.

On the turbid continent, many white-robed monks with Taoist buns were looking around with their swords in their hands, and their faces were full of atmosphere.

Someone scolded: "Damn, where is that pig?

Not far away, a monk said: "Although the pig laughing sky is rampant, but he is a pig who talks about credit, in the past three months, he has never been late, and the hour has not yet come, I will wait patiently." ”

A monk frowned and said disdainfully: "In the past few months, the arrogant pig demon in your mouth has been spread by you, if he dares to appear today, senior brother will invite the big guy to eat pork, braised crispy pig, haha!"

As soon as the words fell, a loud shout came from the void, "Who the hell is bragging?"

A cold light crossed the sky, and the pig carried his hands on his back, fluttering in white, squinting confidently at the pig's eyes, and his chin raised slightly, this is a pig demon without a big belly.

He looked down, looked in all directions, and said with pride: "Forgive this pig bluntly, everyone in the station is waste, and this pig is the first in the world." ”

The pig demon has a dark light on his head, and eight vertical golden characters of "The First Sword in the World - Pig Laughing Sky" appear, which are extremely arrogant.

"It's Ben Jian who brags... No, Benjian wants to eat pork, so I'll use you to beat my teeth tonight. ”

The person who spoke looked up to the sky, his right hand turned into a sword finger, pointing towards Zhu Xiaotian, and the long sword he was carrying came out of his shell and shot straight towards Zhu Xiaotian.

Bell ——!

The flying sword under Zhu Xiaotian's feet shot out, collided with the flying sword, and suddenly sparks flew around, flying the flying sword out, "You don't even have a title, and you dare to threaten to eat pork, it's really ridiculous." ”

He fell to the ground, rubbed the pig's head, pointed to the eight-character title of "The First Sword in the World - Pig Xiaotian" on the top of his head, and chuckled: "This pig will also come to give you a name." ”

As soon as his words fell, the top of the sword cultivators' heads was also magnificent, and the golden title of "Xuantian North Courtyard No. 1 Sword - So-and-so" appeared.

There were more than 80 people present, all of whom were ranked, and none of them were disappointed.

Zhu Xiaotian said with satisfaction: "In this way, this pig will be able to quickly recognize you." ”

At this moment, a sword cultivator jumped out, pointed to the title on his head, and said dissatisfiedly: "Why? Why am I, Chen Yunzhang, only the eighty-seventh sword of the Xuantian North Courtyard, you pig demon must be prejudiced against me, no matter how this sword is said, it must be ranked eighty-six swords, right?"

The sword cultivator with the "Eighty-sixth Sword of Xuantian North Courtyard - Bai Chengming" above his head was suddenly unconvinced, and also jumped out, and said disdainfully: "Don't say that you are dissatisfied, this sword is also dissatisfied, and this sword must be at least thirty-two." ”

As soon as these words came out, the thirty-sixth-ranked sword cultivator walked out scolding, and he was also dissatisfied with his ranking.

...

The scene was chaotic, and the sword cultivators refused to accept one by one, and when they disagreed, they drew their swords and began to fight.

Pig Xiaotian laughed out of pig laughter, and his body slowly blurred and disappeared.

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The stars are brilliant, and the moon is in the sky.

Zhang Xuan, who was meditating, snorted, laughed heartily, and couldn't calm down for a long time.

Zhao Lingyun frowned, and said secretly: "This kid is naïve in nature, and he is embarrassed to take on the sword son, and it seems that the sword mound is going to be chaotic again." ”

He was really puzzled, "What is so funny about the big night that makes him so happy?"

In the midst of doubt, someone suddenly heard a shouting and scolding sound.

"This sword is the first sword in the Xuantian North Courtyard, everyone here is a waste, if anyone is not convinced, there has been a scene of one!

"Just you, a waste dares to claim to be the first?"

"I'm not targeting anyone, I have a sentence in my heart for a long time, in fact, I think I am the first sword-~!"

...

Rao is Zhao Lingyun couldn't help but laugh when he heard this.

He couldn't help but feel a little relieved, this batch of first sons was really self-motivated, and even dreamed of striving for the first, he exclaimed: "The sword path of the Xuantian North Courtyard has you inherited, which is really a blessing for the way of the sword." ”

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