Cai Yushu felt her heart beating wildly, her cheeks were hot, and her back began to sweat.

My experience during this period of time can no longer be explained by the word "lucky".

The luck of other people is nothing more than winning the lottery jackpot, falling millions of windfalls from the sky, which is remarkable, and further, when speculating on elite assets, they choose the most correct path and earn hundreds of millions or even tens of billions of huge riches.

But those are just ordinary human beings.

No matter how much money you make, when you are old and weak, your physical strength is exhausted, and you can't enjoy anything.

Wealth, after death, loses its meaning.

But what about her now?

Directly selected by the immortals, you can become a disciple of the Immortal Cultivation Sect!

What is this concept?

Phoenix! Not old! Immortal!

Three big characters flashing with golden light instantly appeared in Cai Yushu's mind.

"I ...... I do! ”

She stammered in response.

Cai Yushu also wants to make herself perform better.

But the mood fluctuations in my heart are so strong that I can't help myself.

You must know that she has also watched a lot of Xiuzhen and costume fairy dramas, those heroes and heroines, worship the sect of cultivating immortals, practice hard, and use all their efforts to make their cultivation go further and achieve their ultimate goal - ascension!

But now, if Cai Yushu can really enter the Hanging River Sword Sect......

That means that her fellow brothers and sisters are all "immortals" in the true sense of the word, rather than the honorific titles and false titles of ordinary people in the traditional sense.

"You're wrong."

Yan Anqing seemed to be able to break Cai Yushu's thoughts.

He turned his face sideways, stroked the immortal sword suspended in the air, and said softly, "Hengjing, you can explain." ”

After finishing speaking, the uncle in ancient costume who had spoken to Ning Hongcai before gave him an ancient salute, and looked at Cai Yushu with a serious face: "Except for the sword head Tianzong genius, whose strength is so high that it cannot be estimated by the conventional realm, our Hanging River Sword Sect, the strength level, from low to high, is ......"

"Swordsman, Sword Envoy, Sword Sect, Sword Monarch, Titled Sword Venerable."

"Swordsman, it corresponds to the level of the beginning of the fourth order to the peak of the fourth order on your side."

"Under normal circumstances, only by reaching the level of the Titled Sword Venerable can you reach the lowest level of ascension."

"My Hanging River Sword Sect, there were 170,000 sword cultivators, the Heavenly Tribulation battle, the Lifting Sect soared, and in the end, only the strongest sword leader of the Hanging River remained, and we, the three thousand swordsmen at the bottom."

Speaking of this, Hengjing paused for a while, and a touch of emotion appeared on his well-maintained face: "It's a pity, it's sad, it's a pity...... Great! ”

Cai Yushu thought seriously for a while.

In this way, the title Sword Venerable, maybe, probably, seems to be equivalent to......

Eighth Order?!

I don't know if there is the strength of a hard ruler?

"Then, from now on, you are my disciple of the Hanging River Sword Sect."

As soon as Yan Anqing's words fell, Cai Yushu found that the clothes on her body seemed to come to life, quickly changing, and turned into a red robe full of ancient charm!

In his hand, there was also an antique and fairy-like pure blue long sword.

The sword was like flowing water, refracting colorful light.

It was a pure liquid fairy sword, and even the handle was like aggregated water.

However, holding it, Cai Yushu felt like she was grasping an ocean, heavy to the extreme, but at the same time endowed herself with hundreds of millions of tons of divine power.

"This sword is called [Punishment Sea]."

Yan Anqing said indifferently: "More than 7,000 years ago, among the sects, a senior's beloved sword, a natal artifact. ”

"After the senior's two failed tribulations, the spirit was broken and disappeared, and it lost its owner."

"Now, I'll give it to you."

"Don't let me down."

Tribulation, 7,000 years ago......

After these keywords turned around in Cai Yushu's mind twice, her eyes widened slightly.

Cai Yushu rubbed the Punishment Sea Immortal Sword, and her heart was happy.

Without looking up, she felt that countless fiery eyes were focused on what she and Yan Jianshou thought were "little gifts for entry".

The natal flying sword of the Immortal Tribulation Immortal may not be worth mentioning in Yan Jianshou's opinion.

The people of today are better than the ancients.

The predecessors failed to cross the tribulation, but Yan Jianshou was able to lead 3,000 people to break the tribulation and soar together!

Judge from above!

Therefore, in the eyes of all people and groups on the earth, incomparably precious things may be the same thing for Yan Jianshou.

Wait a minute!

Cai Yushu suddenly realized a serious problem!

The more precious the gift, does it mean that the entry assessment is more difficult?

"Assessment?"

Yan Anqing looked at her with a smile: "Hanging River Sword Sect, five thousand years ago, after entering the Xuanhuang Nine Great Sect, there was no such thing. ”

As soon as he spoke, Cai Yushu felt that the Punishment Sea Immortal Sword in his hand seemed to shrink slightly and become more tame.

It......

I'm afraid of this Yan Jianshou!

Cai Yushu is a smart girl with her own thoughts.

She loves to think.

Therefore, Cai Yushu quickly realized that the Yan Sword Head in front of him seemed to be different from the sword users he knew.

She once saw a sentence in a certain game and liked it very much.

"I love swords all my life, extreme swords, crazy swords, a sword flowing clouds, and ten thousand swords return to the sect!"

Cai Yushu has always believed that only with that kind of existence can it be possible to reach the peak of kendo!

Although this kind of thinking is very middle in the middle, she will never say it to anyone, but this is indeed her true inner thoughts.

Yan Jianshou in front of him was obviously not a sword lover.

He's an absolute, domineering master.

He himself may be a peerless sword!

The Emperor of the Sword, the Head of Ten Thousand Swords!

"Your spiritual talent is very high."

Yan Anqing suddenly spoke: "This is a good thing and a bad thing. ”

"If you have any questions in the future, find more classmates, and there will be senior brothers and sisters to answer your questions."

"As for the necessity of the entrance examination that you are wondering about?"

"There's no need for that."

"Take you as an example."

"The talent has been revealed, and the heart has also been checked, do you still need to do it deliberately?"

"In fact, moral character can be cultivated, and will can also be tempered."

"I am a sword faction in the river, and I only pay attention to the word 'eye edge'."

Cai Yushu was dumbfounded.

Not far away, Ning Hongcai, who had been rubbing the Xuanhuang Knowledgeable Jade Pendant, cautiously asked, "Where is the spiritual root?" Isn't the spiritual root important? ”

Of all the things he had seen, the spiritual root was the most important thing.

Even if it is the protagonist of the waste wood stream, it is not completely without spiritual roots, and it is completely impossible to cultivate, after all, it can be upgraded from low to high, little by little.

But the spiritual root of the real world, there is something, there is nothing, unless you are an extraordinary person, you will work ten million times harder, and cultivate the "Aolong Neijing, the cultivation results, will always be zero!"

Hearing this, a female sword cultivator suddenly chuckled and said, "Spiritual root talent? Only third-rate sects would value that kind of thing. ”

"Even if you are born with a cripple, the veins of the Nine Peerless, the bones of the withered underworld, and the acupoints of the dry Ze ......"

"As long as you join my Hanging River Sword Sect, you will be able to practice like a normal sword cultivator!"

From her words, Ning Hongcai and Cai Yushu both felt confidence and pride.

That strong sense of collective honor cannot be faked.

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