"I see, it's better to give our senior brother Li Shang, maybe now Senior Brother Li is in the middle cultivation realm, Senior Brother Li is talented and intelligent, and now he is already in the lower cultivation realm, Shen Zhiyue is really out of reach, I really don't know what the master likes about her." Another disciple chimed in.

"Be quiet, don't let anyone hear you."

"I'm not afraid of her. I'm telling the truth, the old master has spent so much time, energy and resources on her, right? If those who spend it on any of us at random, will this be the result? The disciple's face was distorted with jealousy.

Seeing Shen Zhiyue walking this way, these disciples scattered in a hurry, holding swords and pretending to practice.

Shen Zhiyue stood quietly to the side, watching the junior disciples practice, and his heart was a little gloomy.

It's been ten years since she came to this domain, not only is her domain power gone, but just the serious injury to her soul has made her have to obediently recuperate in the sword sect until now, this domain field is very unfriendly to her, an outsider, and she can't master the mental power she uses, and she seems to have no other way than to learn the sword well.

Shen Zhiyue looked up to the sky and roared in his heart, heavens! When will I find the truth?

In this world where the strong are respected, her qi is empty and empty, and she has broken the path of cultivation and refinement, although she sticks to her heart and practices her sword diligently, but she can no longer break through.

I think I'm a dignified generation of world kings, although there is only one person and a little panda, but I still have some ability, now it's okay, everyone looks like a weak chicken.

And what made her most uncomfortable was another thing, the old sect master she regarded as a relative was in poor health, and the situation of the sect was becoming more and more worrisome.

Without the door master's reception and care, he estimated that he would be in a catastrophe, Shen Zhiyue was very grateful to the door master in his heart, and this sect was the foundation of his life in this field.

For more than 200 years, the Pioneer Patriarch won the first place in the first domain field test, and the scenery was infinite for a while, but unfortunately since the ancestor went to the immortal, there is no outstanding sword master monk in the sect who can enter the top ten of the big test.

This swordsmanship pays attention to the unity of sword and thought, and it is indispensable to recite the sword and release greater power.

Up to now, the sect master Wu Ziqing is seventy years old, and his wish to be able to get the top ten in the big test has not been realized, and the Wave Chasing Sword Sect has gradually lost its former status, and is even about to be forgotten.

Shen Zhiyue was in a depressed mood, and wanted to share his worries for the old master but had no clue. Just as she was thinking, she was interrupted by a voice coming from behind a stone tablet with door rules engraved on the corner of Sword Valley.

"Hey, look at the big and look at the small buy and leave. I don't have to take credit today. There was a triumphant voice.

"It must be small! I'm betting on good luck today! ”

"I think it's big!" Two more voices echoed it.

Shen Zhiyue frowned slightly, walked over directly, and saw the four people in front of her squatting on the ground with their eyes shining with dice, but she didn't even notice that she walked behind her.

"You're gambling at morning school!" Shen Zhiyue frowned and said coldly.

"Division...... Masters!! The four of them were startled and hurriedly put away the dice.

There were three timid ones who shrank aside and bowed their heads and didn't dare to speak, they were caught in the morning class, and the punishment was quite serious, and they couldn't help but be stunned in their hearts.

However, the other disciple sneered, stood up unhurriedly, looked at Shen Zhiyue and said, "What's the matter with you?" Do you really think that the owner of the door values you, and you treat yourself as a dish? What qualifications does a wasted person with no mental power have to point fingers at us? ”