Under the scorching sun, Tang Luo and several people stood on the training ground, and their captain stood in front of them.

There are other teams nearby.

Normally, with such a temperature, the scorching sun is just waiting for the foundation building monks, and there will be no problem standing like this, standing for ten days.

But on the periphery of their area, a sword formation was placed, so everyone felt a suppressive force.

Under the strong oppressive force, such a stance becomes torment.

At present, there are less than ten ordinary people in the entire outer disciples, and they have not yet entered the body and become monks after they have entered.

There is no need to participate in training yet.

After recruiting disciples on a large scale, those who have not cultivated will officially train while inducing qi into their bodies and embark on the path of cultivating immortals.

Now they are all related households who have not cultivated, so they will not let them practice together as outer disciples of monks, they can't stand it.

The suppression of the sword array alone was enough to make ordinary people lie on the ground and not be able to stand up.

The captain standing in front of Tang Luo and them had a dark complexion, a fierce aura, a scar on his face, a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth, and a monk aura of the fairy wind and dao bones at all.

Even if this world is all sword cultivation, monks generally speaking, the sharp qi is obvious, and there is a little less immortal qi.

Ordinary sword cultivators, compared to this captain, can be regarded as immortals.

This one gives the impression that if he is given a sword, he can use it like a machete.

"Are you dissatisfied?"

His gaze stayed on Tang Luo's five people for a while, and the man named Yi Longtao asked with a sneer.

Except for the monk who had just come in for three days and gave him a disapprehensive look, the other three did not make any extra moves.

It is a common practice in the army, for the recruits who come in, they must be well sharpened and the thorns are smoothed out before they can be managed.

Especially the monks who can enter the Heavenly Sword Sect are all capable.

This ability is reflected in the relationship between the related households, and the normal entry is reflected in the cultivation of talents.

Among them, there are a lot of thorns in the head of the related households, and they can't help but prick their hands, so it doesn't matter if they are forced to press until these people collapse, or even if they are pressed into dead soldiers who can only obey and fight, don't worry about what goes wrong.

Because there is really power, or a super genius, it will not appear in the outer gate.

These, to put it bluntly, are not high or low.

"You're upset, I can see it." Yi Longtao looked at the young man who had entered three days earlier than Tang Luo, "Come, tell me what are you dissatisfied with?" ”

"We are monks, not soldiers." The young man said.

Lu Ren is self-taught, skillfully saves nobles, and enters the Qingtian Sword Gate, no matter how you look at it, it is also the protagonist template.

As a result, when I came to the Heavenly Sword Gate, this was actually the case?

That's not right! I came here to become the strongest sword cultivator, but now I have become a soldier?

"Huh." Yi Longtao sneered, "Monk? You deserve this kind of waste? ”

"You!"

"What, it's angry to be called trash? Why, do you think that if you enter my Heavenly Sword Gate and achieve foundation building and cultivation, it will not be a waste? Yi Longtao began to mock, "I don't know the so-called waste!" ”

"I'm not a trash!" The young man Lu Ren roared.

Seeing Lu Ren's appearance, Yi Longtao was very satisfied, and what he wanted was this reaction.

It works best by irritating them and smashing their self-esteem.

That's how Yi Longtao came, and now he wants to return all the things he endured back then, if he can't bear it, then explode.

In the current Qingtian Sword Gate, no waste is collected!

"It's not rubbish, okay." Yi Longtao patted Lu Ren's face contemptuously, "I'll give you a chance to prove it, come and defeat me, and I'll admit that you are not a waste." ”

"Good!"

Where can Lu Ren withstand such provocations? With a loud shout, he slapped on his waist, and the hidden small sword flew out and turned into a three-foot green blade in his hand!

"Rest in place!"

Many teams next to him gave such orders, and many people looked at Lu Ren's eyes full of schadenfreude and sympathy.

The poor children don't know what will happen to them next.

Yi Longtao, that guy, doesn't know what it means to stop in moderation.

At the beginning, he was accidentally seriously injured by his captain, but after being cured, he left sequelae, and this life stopped at the foundation building period.

And his captain is the "second generation of swords" who came down to play under the Qingtian Sword Gate, although he shot a little harder, but the starting point was good, but he made a little insignificant mistake.

It's just that being called back and no longer holding the position of captain counts as a punishment.

Yi Longtao had no way to take revenge on others in his life, and he didn't have the courage to break away from the sect, so he could only swing his sword at others.

The members of his squad are always very miserable.

There is more mental devastation, such as now, when the congregation is in full view, and it is not as simple as being defeated.

Yi Longtao will use various uses to trample on the dignity of this young man.

The rest of the captains and captains will not be like Yi Longtao, who always have to give a stick and a sweet date.

They just let the recruits, who are not very new, watch, kill the chickens and make an example of the monkeys, and give them an extra layer of awe.

After all, the growth of strength will make people swell.

The three-foot green blade in Lu Ren's hand lingered with a faint cyan fluorescence, with a hint of vitality in the sharpness.

Even the suppression of the sword array was reduced a little, and the whole person was much more relaxed.

In the future, he comprehended and cultivated the sword intent, most of which was the sword intent of wood.

Although he was wearing a gray cloth robe, at this moment, Lu Ren looked like a sword immortal.

Yi Longtao, who was opposite him, held a black big sword, the sword body was a palm wide, and there were dull blood stains on the black sword, and a smell of blood came to his face.

Lu Ren is not afraid at all, he has gone from scattered cultivation to the present, all the way over, it can be described as the road of killing.

It's just a little blood and the smell of blood, it's a fart!

Yi Longtao's brows furrowed imperceptibly, this guy is not an easy character to deal with.

Fortunately, this is his home turf.

"Whew-"

The dull sound of breaking the air came, and because of the relationship between the sword formations, the battle between these two foundation-building period sword cultivators looked like a sword competition between mortal martial artists.

The three-foot blue blade and the black heavy sword collided together.

It was supposed to be a fairly confrontation, but Lu Ren flew out directly, vomiting a mouthful of blood in mid-air, but at the same time, he held on, pinched the sword in his hand, and the situation flashed.

Edgeworthiness!

The sharp sword in his hand flew out and stabbed towards Yi Longtao, but under the suppression of the sword array, the sword light that should have been as fast as the wind was now very slow.

It was so slow that Yi Longtao could easily block it with a black heavy sword, so that Lu Ren's sword fell to the side, and he deliberately stepped on it.

"Why don't you believe you if you say you're a waste?" Yi Longtao smiled cruelly and walked towards Lu Ren.

"You-" Lu Ren was seriously injured and couldn't speak.

He was not stupid, the moment he collided just now, he felt that the other party was not suppressed by the sword array at all.

As the captain, he can unravel the sword array suppression.

Therefore, Lu Ren will be defeated miserably, otherwise, the victory or defeat is unknown.

"That kid has good talent and strength."

"Wouldn't it be a pity to do this to that guy Yi Longtao?"

"Forget it, it's none of our business. There has never been a shortage of geniuses in the Sword Gate, and those who die are never geniuses. ”

In some small sects, Lu Ren's ability may be regarded as a treasure, no matter how you look at it, it is the potential of Yuanying.

Yuanying is a foundation for a small sect, and he is an old man of the town.

But in the Qingtian Sword Gate, even an elder may not be able to be an elder in the infancy stage.

Yi Longtao walked to Lu Ren's side, bent over, grabbed his ankles, and dragged him along.

Lu Ren struggled with difficulty, and had no power to resist.

The training ground is dirt and rock, and after a while, Lu Ren's hair bun is scattered, his face is gray, and there are blood stains, how can he still have the sword immortal demeanor just now? Even beggars are inferior.

"What are you doing......" Lu Ren said with difficulty.

"Let everyone get to know you piece of shit." Yi Longtao said, "From beginning to end, the kind that is careful and careful." ”

Lu Ren's reaction was quite fast, and he looked at the giant sword in the middle of the training ground.

Understood what Yi Longtao was going to do, he wanted to hang him on it, and stripped him naked and hung on it!

"You dare!" Lu Ren's voice became sharp.

"You're so smart." Yi Longtao said with a smile, "In this regard, it is not considered a waste. ”

Lu, who was struggling endlessly and helpless, passed by Tang Luo's side, Yi Longtao stopped and glanced at it and said, "It's your turn next." ”

It's all done, and it's naturally impossible to let this go.

And, I don't know why, Yi Longtao was very unhappy when he looked at this white-haired man, the kind from the heart.

Although the other party didn't act like a thorn at all, that posture and eyes made Yi Longtao very angry.

"No follow-up." Sure enough, Yi Longtao felt that it was verified, and just as he turned around, he heard Tang Luo's voice from behind.

"You can come now."

Tang Luo looked at Yi Longtao, who turned back, and said.

As an undercover agent, you must climb up.

I don't want to be an undercover agent of the boss, and I'm not a good monk.

What is the difference between not lying down and becoming a leader in the organization, and salted fish?

"Okay, since you're also in a hurry to be hanged." Yi Longtao left Lu Ren.

As an undercover agent, there's nothing wrong with me being the boss, right?

"He doesn't-" Lu Ren wanted to remind Tang Luo, but he was kicked unconscious by Yi Longtao, who was quick-eyed, and several teeth fell out.

Even if it is the recovery power of a monk in the foundation building period, the recovery of this tooth is relatively slow, at least a month.

The black heavy sword that had been held in his hand was raised, aimed at Tang Luo, and Yi Longtao said, "Draw the sword!" ”

Sword cultivation is definitely going to fight with a sword.

So, in front of everyone's eyes, Tang Luo took out a small short stick with black and golden lines—Xuanbian.

？？？

The expressions of the onlookers suddenly became strange, what is this? It's not like Kenmaru.

Although there are all kinds of swords, short swords, long swords, giant swords, child and mother swords, soft swords, etc., the appearance of the sword cannot escape that frame.

The only thing that is different, that is, the small, round sword pill.

"This is my sword pill." Facing everyone's puzzled gazes, Tang Luo explained.

"Your Kenmaru looks like this!" Some almost blurted out.

It's a short stick!

Moreover, the sword pill is not something that the foundation building monk can master, at least until he reaches Jindan, he can turn the sword pill into a sword to fight.

Everyone saw the white-haired man, holding the short stick, and Jian Yuan poured out along the short stick, and he was about to rely on the short stick to condense and form.

"Oh......" everyone suddenly snapped.

It's very similar to the sword pill, it has the same effect, but it's different from the sword pill, you can't get rid of it, and it's a rare Qimen weapon.

"You, this, is, what!"

In the next breath, Yi Longtao paused word by word.

The short stick was transformed into a black, golden-patterned sledgehammer.

"It's a sword."

Tang Luo looked serious, "It's called 'Wang Sledgehammer', and it's an invincible divine sword built for me by Master Wang, the blacksmith next door. ”