"What do you think you are? I don't dare to scold you for a hundred?" Wu Qingfeng smiled miraculously, his eyes squinting at Ning Fan.

"That's right, you don't dare, there are regulations in the inner gate, if the disciple's cultivation breaks the realm of the Sword Yuan, half of the punishment will be waived. ”

"That is, you can only beat me fifty strokes. Ning Fan said seriously.

"Bullshit, how can the Sword Sect have such rules?" Wu Qingfeng sneered.

"If the elders don't believe it, you can go and see the fifteenth thousand rules of the Sword Sect, which stipulates that if the outer disciples disobey the inner disciples, if they can break through the realm of the Sword Yuan, they can be exempted from half of the punishment. Ning Fan said indifferently.

The rules of the Sword Sect have a total of 35,000 rules.

Basically, everyone just looks at the front 100 or so, and few people look at the back.

Even if it is as strong as these elders, they are familiar with a few hundred at most.

Who cares about tens of thousands?

As soon as Ning Fan's words came out, several elders were stunned in an instant.

"Whether the disciples are talking nonsense or not, the elders will know as soon as they check. ”

Several of the other elders were talking.

"This Ning Fan, so terrifying, do you remember the door rules and regulations so clearly?"

"Looking at him, it seems that he doesn't lie, so is there really such rules and regulations?"

Some of the elders were confused, but they didn't dare to easily conclude that what Ning Fan said was wrong.

"Okay, since that's the case, then let's go through the Sword Sect regulations. ”

An elder then opened a heavy tome.

The classics are about one person tall and golden.

This is the supreme power of the Sword Sect, which records the rules and regulations set by the Sword Sect in the past dynasties.

An aura entered the classics, and the pages of the classics quickly opened.

The blue light floats, swishing, and the sound is endless.

Suddenly, the pages of the book stopped turning.

"Article 15,000 of the law, if the outer disciple disobeys the inner disciple, and cultivates to be able to break through the realm of the Sword Yuan, half of the punishment can be waived......

That's true.

"Really finished reciting?"

"This guy is terrifying. ”

The surrounding elders looked at Ning Fan as if they were looking at a strange person.

One hundred canes are iron swords mixed with sword energy, bound with spikes, and struck the legs of the punished.

Basically, an ordinary disciple, it is already good to be able to withstand ten times.

Not to mention a hundred?

If this hundred blows are finished, if you don't die, you will be crippled.

Historically, the most powerful one in the Sword Sect only endured seventy-eight strokes, and then passed out with his legs ruined.

Continue to bear the remaining twenty-two strokes, resulting in the meridians in the body, completely disordered, and finally the cultivation of the whole body turned into nothingness, and even fell into the root of the disease.

Three days later, he died directly.

Therefore, a hundred rods is a great punishment.

The average person can't stand it.

If you want to beat yourself with a hundred reproaches, Ning Fan snorted coldly in his heart, it is impossible for you to succeed.

Wu Qingfeng's face turned purple.

"What a Ning Fan, opportunistic, but powerful. ”

"But even so, so what? Are you a Jian Yuan cultivator? You are now a miscellaneous disciple, show me clearly. Wu Qingfeng slapped the Eight Immortals table with all his might.

The Eight Immortals table card was wiped and turned into pieces.

He was furious.

"Isn't it Jian Yuan, why don't you let your disciple, Jian Yunyang, fight with me?" Ning Fan raised his eyebrows and smiled coldly.

"Okay, Yun'er, you go up and show me what kind of cultivation he has. ”

Wu Qingfeng looked at Jian Yunyang.

Jian Yunyang didn't want to fight against Ning Fan at this time.

However, Ning Fan has been forcing him, and now the master Wu Qingfeng has personally named him.

He had no choice but to bite the bullet.

"Ning Fan, you are looking for death. In terms of mouth, Jian Yunyang still has to be unforgiving, and wants to win the mouth test.

"Don't talk nonsense, it's boring to win in your mouth. ”

"Come on. Ning Fan hooked his fingers.

"I'm now at the peak of the fourth layer of the Sword Yuan, and it won't be a problem at all to withstand the power of his Sword Cloud Yang's move. ”

"As long as I can prove that I am a disciple of Jian Yuan, it will be done. ”

Ning Fan had made up his mind in his heart, and then stood in front of Jian Yunyang.

Jian Yunyang took out the flying sword and condensed the sword qi of his whole body.

Facing Ning Fan is stabbing suddenly.

The sword qi lingered, and a sword qi in the main hall formed a wind, and it rose in an instant.

Thousands of sword qi condensed into one, turned into a dragon, opened its bloody mouth, and devoured Ning Fan.

However, a pale golden light shield suddenly appeared on Ning Fan's body.

The whole person was like a mountain, and he clenched his fist tightly and slammed it out.

Boom.

Jiaolong's sword qi disappeared in an instant.

His whole person took dozens of steps backwards.

However, in the end, it did not fall.

Ning Fan stood in the main hall and looked at the elders.

"Elders, I'm Ning Fan, is it a sword yuan cultivator?"

Ning Fan's questioning made the elders nod.

"That's right, you're a Jian Yuan cultivator. ”

"Jian Yunyang is the seventh layer of Jian Yuan, this kid can actually resist it, it's really terrifying. ”

"This talent can be called a hundred years, and there is no one else. ”

The elders were all surprised, but their eyes showed a hint of desire.

The desire to take Ning Fan for himself.

"Hmph, pull me away, punish me heavily. Wu Qingfeng saw that his disciple Jian Yunyang actually didn't kill Ning Fan, but only made Ning Fan take a few steps back, he was so angry that he didn't want to look at Ning Fan anymore.

"Wait. ”

Suddenly, an elder stepped forward.

It was the same Elder Wang who had been called by Wu Qingfeng to test whether Ning Fan had demonic qi on his body before.

"Elder Wang, what are you going to do?" Wu Qingfeng asked, staring at Elder Wang.

"The rules of the Sword Sect, if a disciple cultivates to reach the Sword Yuan, he must immediately choose a master, even if he is punished, he must wait until he Ning Fan finishes selecting the master. ”

As soon as Elder Wang's words came out, Wu Qingfeng's face turned red with anger.

He glared at Elder Wang fiercely.

"You're innocent against me!"

"Elder Wu misunderstood, I am upholding the rules of the Sword Sect. "Elder Wang is neither humble nor arrogant.

The rest of the elders also nodded and said that the rules must be followed.

"Cheng, you can choose!" Wu Qingfeng flicked his sleeves angrily, he felt that today was really a dog.

"Ning Fan, I am the peak master of the Imperial Sword Peak, my name is Wang Xian, if you enter my Imperial Sword Peak, I will definitely give you the most resources to cultivate. Elder Wang on the side took the lead in throwing an olive branch.

Although the elders are in the Hall of Elders, they are also in charge of the cultivation inheritance of the sword cultivation lineage.

It is the peak master of each sword peak.

When they encountered Ning Fan's ungodly qualifications, they naturally wanted to compete.

A peerless genius is hard to find!

"Ning Fan, I am an elder of Cloud Sword Peak, my disciple, my strength is strong, the resources are even stronger, and there is a benefit, go to my Cloud Sword Peak disciple, I will be given a demon beast egg, with a demon beast, it can be hatched into a spirit beast.

I promise you, when the time comes, I will choose the dragon spirit egg with the most powerful bloodline for you. ”

The Cloud Sword Peak Peak Lord threw an olive branch towards Ning Fan.

Jiaolong spirit eggs, after hatching, can have Jiaolong spirit beasts, which is of great benefit to having a combat power increase.

"Hmph, it's a big olive branch, but, Ning Fan, I'm not bad, I'm ......"

Several elders were moved, as if they were competing for a peerless treasure.

Ning Fan was a little embarrassed and a little dazzled by a few elders.

As the saying goes, the treatment given by these elders is really good.

He was a little tempted.

"Whoever lets him enter the inner door will not be able to get along with my Yuwen Army!"

A long shadow stretched out from outside the main hall.

Jian Xiu, who was carrying his hands on his back, slowly approached the main hall, step by step, and stepped in.