As soon as his mind moved, a wine jar appeared in Wang Ting's hand, and when he took off the wine stopper, a mellow aroma of wine suddenly diffused, attracting the first nearby onlookers.

"What kind of wine is this, and why is it so mellow!"

"When did Chongzhou still have such good wine? ”

More and more disciples were attracted by the mellow aroma of this wine and stopped.

Looking at the wine jar in his hand with a painful face, Wang Ting was also extremely reluctant and said secretly: "It's a pity that there are only the last few jars of this wine left." ”

When Wang Ting was training, he accidentally broke into that ruin, and there were only three things he obtained, one was a second-grade divine soldier Yunxiao Sword, one was a sword that cut the sky and drew a sword, and the rest was this hundred jars of wine.

I don't know who buried it in the ground, according to Wang Ting's guess, it may have been hundreds of years, so it is extremely mellow.

But for so long, hundreds of jars of wine have been almost drunk by Wang Ting, and now there are only the last few jars left.

Elder Chuangong's body, which was originally swaying on the Taishi chair, suddenly stiffened, and his body quickly got up from the Taishi's chair...

Looking at the old man in front of him who was standing upright, his eyes had narrowed slightly, Wang Ting's face was happy.

He threw the wine jar in his hand in the direction of the Elder Chuan Gong.

After seeing him wake up, Wang Ting saluted again: "Disciple Wang Ting, come and choose the sect's exercises." ”

Murong Xingyun's attention was completely attracted by the wine jar in his hand, and he looked at Wang Ting's waving hand.

Wang Ting arched his hand and walked forward, Wang Ting, who had already buried one foot in the Gongfa Hall, paused slightly, and the corners of his mouth outlined a smile.

As soon as he stepped into the Gongfa Hall, Wang Ting felt several extremely powerful auras sweeping over.

"No wonder there is only Murong Xingyun outside this exercise hall, it turns out that there are many masters here. Wang Ting nodded secretly, how could the martial arts hall of the Holy Sword Sect, the overlord of Chongzhou, be unguarded.

The first floor was very spacious, and in the center directly above was a milky white star stone the size of a human head, and there were many such star stones around it, but the large ones were like fists, and the small ones were only like thumbs.

This thing is also a kind of treasure, it can be as bright as day anywhere, and it is emitting a soft light at the moment, although it does not have much effect, but it is loved by various forces.

As soon as Wang Ting came in, there were already many inner disciples on the first floor who were here to select exercises, and hundreds of people were here, and some of these people were also stunned when they saw Wang Ting.

A few people saw Wang Ting, and hurriedly left after rubbing a copy with a jade tube.

But Wang Ting was a little stunned, but he didn't care too much, first took out the jade tube and printed the cross fast sword, and the two second-grade martial arts techniques of the Fufeng sword method.

Without stopping at all, I went straight to the second floor, which was smaller than the first floor, but I couldn't see that there was much of a gap.

Most of the exercises collected in it are second-grade martial arts, and there are several complete first-grade martial arts, and Wang Ting's divine sense quickly swept over these exercises.

Whirlwind Sword Technique, Water Drop Sword Technique, Traceless Sword Technique, Burst Sun Sword...

Finally, after looking around for a while, in a jade tube in the corner, Wang Ting found the exercise that Murong Xingyun had reminded him of with the sound transmission before, the Heavenly Sword Twelve.

This exercise is known as the top first-class exercise of the Holy Sword Sect, however, its greatest effect is to help people comprehend the cultivation of the sword.

Because this Heavenly Sword Twelve is just a remnant move, it was created by the founding ancestor of the Holy Sword Sect in the past, and it was used to evolve thousands of swordsmanship.

I heard that the sword nameless is a sword that has been practiced for hundreds of years, and finally was born from the twelfth heavenly sword and created his own sword twenty-three.

The swordsmanship had been chosen, but Wang Ting did not remember to leave.

It's hard to come once, if you don't choose all the exercises, how can you be worthy of your own jar of wine.

There is no shortage of his own means of attack now, and as a sword cultivator, a martial artist rarely cultivates the physical body, just because if he can't have a clear sword heart, with the sword in his hand to break through ten thousand laws, his state of mind will be loopholed, and it will be difficult to reach the peak of the sword realm.

In terms of speed, it has always been his own shortcoming, and there is no outstanding footwork to practice in the Wang family, so Wang Ting has been groping forward alone all these years.

Although Wang Jinglong had it, he was afraid that it would affect Wang Ting's path because of his own reasons, so he did not teach.

Pacing to the front of the placement of the body-type exercises, Wang Ting's divine sense swept slightly, and his eyes lit up.

"Easy step!" "The body is free, the clouds are flowing and the water is flowing, and the river is not touched by a drop of water.

"Exploding Sun Step!" is a complete set of the Exploding Sun Sword Technique, and you need to major in the Exploding Sun Swordsmanship in order to be successful in cultivation, and the descendants who have cultivated are as fierce and fierce as the Exploding Sun Sword.

...

"Ghost Shadow Step!" After Dacheng, his body is like a ghost, elusive, and his figure is ever-changing, he can dodge the attack of ordinary yuan force, and he cannot be cultivated without a grandmaster realm.

"It's you!" Wang Ting's eyes were bright, and he took out a copy of the jade tube and left the second floor.

When Wang Ting walked to the staircase, there was a sound of footsteps on the third floor, Wang Ting's expression moved, before coming in, the elder Murong Xingyun had explained clearly before, the first floor is the place where the inner disciples select the exercises, and the second floor is the place where the core disciples are the Grandmaster Realm to select the exercises.

"Then, according to that, the location on the third floor should be those inheritance disciples?"

After coming to the Holy Sword Sect, Wang Ting has been busy cultivating, not to mention the inheritance disciples he has never met, even among the inner disciples, he doesn't know much.

At this time, a group of warriors were walking down the stairs on the third floor, among which the first young man in the center was a young man, dressed in white, with his hair tied up in a high crown, tall and tall, with a faint golden light on his body and skin, his eyes were like bright stars, and his cultivation was even more terrifying, faintly blending with heaven and earth, if it was not seen by the naked eye, his divine sense could not detect it at all.

"Extremely dangerous!" Wang Ting's expression was awe-inspiring, and sure enough, the Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon in this Holy Sword Sect, just the people he saw today, far surpassed the young talents that Wang Ting had seen before.

And the aura of the two people around him is not weak, and the cultivation is terrifying, which makes people tremble.

One of the young men said to the man at the head: "Brother Xiao's cultivation is really getting more and more amazing, looking at all the inheritance disciples of my Holy Sword Sect, Brother Xiao is probably also the top three!"

Xiao Xuantian's expression was proud, and he had a peerless aura rising, but he said with an extremely low-key smile in his mouth: "My Holy Sword Sect Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, even if a peerless powerhouse pops up one day, I am not surprised." ”

"How dare Xiao be arrogant, his junior brother has won the award. ”

"Senior Brother Xiao is too modest, in the last sect competition, Brother Xiao was just a pity to lose to that person, and now that he has such an opportunity, he will definitely be ashamed. ”

After all, those who can step on the third floor are all disciples of the Holy Sword Sect inheritance, and their cultivation power is not inferior to others.

But these two people were a little flattering to the senior brother Xiao in the middle.

At this time, it is not an occasion to watch a play.

And in the general script, isn't it a good time for the protagonist to pull hatred?

For example, when ordinary people are pleasing their senior brothers, there is a thorn-like figure next to them watching, sneering, at this time, who can not have a seizure?

But that person looked innocent, bitter and hateful, as if he was deliberately bullied, and finally resisted and began to counterattack the protagonist template.

As everyone knows, if he didn't have any eyesight, who would provoke him for no reason?

There is no shame in bowing your head when your strength is not good.

Wang Ting didn't say a word, stayed silently for a moment and then turned to leave.