Gongsun Hao looked at Song Li and said, "Don't hide it from Elder Song, our Sword Pavilion, a month ago, just selected a sword. This time Taibai opened secretly, and the opportunity was rare, so it was naturally carried out by Jianzi. It's just that now Jianzi is in retreat and cultivating, which is quite critical for him, and it may take a few days. Since Elder Song has come to the Sword Pavilion, it is better to spend a few days on it, so that I can also have the opportunity to do my best to fulfill the friendship of the landlord and take Elder Song to appreciate the scenery of the Sword Pavilion. ”

"Oh, you've picked out a sword? Song Li said.

As an elder of the Mujing Palace, he has traveled extensively and knows a lot, so he naturally knows that Jianzi is not only the most amazing junior pride for the Sword Pavilion, but also the candidate for the next Jianzi.

Groaning slightly, Song Li said again: "Actually, Song Mou went to various places this time to hand over the secret land token, and at the same time, he also took two disciples to see the outside world, and also to meet the young talents of various sects in various places outside the Mujing Palace. Ruan Qing, Lichen, came out to see the master of the Gongsun Pavilion, and the predecessors of the Sword Pavilion. ”

The two young men behind Song Li stepped forward and saluted Gongsun Hao and the hall masters.

The young man Chu Lichen was dressed in a blue robe, carrying an iron spear, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, his appearance was gentle and bright, with an elegant atmosphere.

The woman Ruan Qing was dressed in white, carrying two swords behind her, slender and straight, compared to the elegance of the man, she looked cold and arrogant.

"Hehe, he really deserves to be a disciple of Elder Song, a talent with outstanding temperament. Gongsun Hao said with a smile.

Song Li said: "Since the sword of your pavilion is in retreat, and you want to stay in the sword pavilion for a few days, it is better for me, the two disciples who are not successful, to learn from each other and exchange with each other. ”

"Well, between young people, there should be more communication and more verification, so that they can improve. ”

Gongsun Hao nodded and agreed.

Song Li, with two disciples, stayed in the Sword Pavilion.

The next day, Gongsun Hao arranged for the elite disciples of Fengtang to compete with Chu Lichen, and the two fought for less than nine rounds, and Chu Lichen won.

On the third day, Chu Lichen fought two battles in a row, and successively fought against the elite disciples selected by Yuntang and Qiantang, and still won.

Still less than nine rounds.

Day 4,

Chu Lichen faced the elite disciples of the Empty Hall, and Jiang Chong, a young talent who was considered to be in the top five in the Sword Pavilion, was still Chu Lichen who won in the end.

This time, the confrontation between the two finally passed nine rounds.

In the tenth round, Jiang Chong was defeated.

Day after day, defeated again and again, the atmosphere of the Sword Pavilion gradually became a little dignified and depressing.

The successive defeats of the elite disciples made many young disciples of the Sword Pavilion feel frustrated in their hearts, as if they were shrouded in a dark cloud, which made people feel aggrieved and depressed.

The people of the Mujing Palace are really so strong?

It is rumored that this Chu Lichen, among the younger generation of Mujing Palace, is not a top talent, but only a middle-to-upper talent.

The Sword Pavilion needs to have someone who can stand up.

The Sword Pavilion is in dire need of a victory.

The sunset sinks, the afterglow spreads, and the clouds that roll in the air are like fire, covering the sky, gorgeous and with a hint of sadness and loneliness.

Sword Pavilion, Library Building.

A few rays of afterglow poured through the pane, falling on a graceful figure sitting quietly in front of the window, demure and elegant temperament, surrounded by classics and bamboo slips, intertwined, exuding a poetic picture.

Zhou Xian held a book of formation laws, concentrating, and immersed in body and mind.

Since the experience of the Demon Nightmare Forest, she has gradually become obsessed with the way of formation, until later the Sword Meeting, the Sword Pavilion has undergone drastic changes, witnessing the rise of a person, making her fascination and yearning for the formation deeper and deeper.

The formation seems to have become a kind of emotional attachment to her.

"Hmph, aren't the people of Mujing Palace amazing?"

A soft grunt broke the silence, and a girl in a green skirt, like a milk swallow, stepped on the spilled afterglow and walked in.

"What's the matter, who has provoked our Miss Qingshi?" Zhou Xian withdrew her gaze from the book, looked at the girl, smiled slightly, and said.

This delicate girl was none other than Yuan Qingshi, sitting beside Zhou Xian angrily, "Today, we lost again, Jiang Chong only supported ten rounds, and he lost to that Chu Lichen. Defeat is defeat, making some people pessimistic as if the end has come, and even say anything, any person in the Mujing Palace is stronger than our Sword Pavilion. He also said that now, our Sword Pavilion has been hung at the end of the top ten sects in Bei Yu Prefecture, and if it continues like this, it will fall outside the top ten sects. ”

Zhou Xian chuckled: "What are you doing with these people?"

Yuan Qingshi's eyes rolled, stared at Zhou Xian, and said, "Sister Xian, don't you want to meet that Chu Lichen?"

As a close best friend, Yuan Qingshi clearly knows how hard Zhou Xian is working now. Not only is the study of the way of the formation, but in terms of cultivation, he is also like a devil, constantly forcing himself to become stronger. Zhou Xian's current strength will never be worse than Jiang Chong, who lost to Chu Lichen.

Zhou Xian shook her head lightly and said, "No need, someone will come and defeat the people of Mujing Palace." ”

"Do you mean Brother Huang?"

Yuan Qingshi's beautiful and small face was full of brilliance.

"yes, he'll always be back......"

Zhou Xian looked out the window.

Look into the distance.

The afterglow reflected her eyes, revealing a little blur, a faint and lingering nostalgia, and yearning.

Fengyang Ridge.

Quiet in the stone hall.

Xia Huang was alone, with his eyes closed, sitting quietly on the ground.

The air around them swayed like flowing water, and from time to time there were ripples and ripples, as if they were about to be burned by a heat wave.

At this moment, if someone can look inside Xia Huang's body, they can find that in his heart, a flame is fluttering and swaying, exquisitely crystalline, like a glass tree cast of gold, every wisp of it, all of which are extremely exquisite, and contain great terror, once it erupts, it will cause a terrifying storm.

Fusang Tianhuo stood majestically, making Xia Huang's heart seem to be incarnated into a round of sun.

Almost a month.

All the time,

Either furious, or scorching,

Countless torments, contests, and trials.

Now, it has ushered in the critical moment of subduing Fusang Tianhuo!

A scorching storm of fire, sweeping and raging.

Xia Huang's blood is burning, his bones are burning, his meridians are burning, and even hundreds of millions of cell particles in his body are burning!

The heart of the star core is majestic and unchanging, burning and rotating.

The vitality is condensed like a nebula, thick and rich.

A certain moment.

Xia Huang's slightly closed eyes suddenly opened!

Suddenly, in the eyes, a dazzling light erupted, reflecting the entire stone hall, as if in the depths of the pupils, two rounds of the sun were hidden, and at this moment, it suddenly erupted.

Bang......

A surging and violent heat wave, also centered on Xia Huang's body, swept and spread like a storm.