The sword is like a mountain!

Zhang Liang felt that it was a little difficult to breathe, and said in his heart: "Is this the sword intent of the ancestor of Wanjian Mountain, even after ten thousand years, it is still terrifying!"

The remaining fourteen people were also uncomfortable, all of them frowned, and in less than a third of the time, the clothes behind them were soaked with sweat, and they gritted their teeth and held on.

The outer disciples around him were both surprised and curious.

I was surprised that that sword intent could make it so difficult for the outer gate powerhouses who participated in the assessment, and I was curious, was that sword intent really that strong?

If you don't personally bear that sword intent, you naturally don't know how powerful it is.

Zhang Liang was already soaked, and a layer of sweat was shining on his forehead, as if he had run ten laps on the playground at the speed of a 100-meter sprint.

However, he was still gritting his teeth and persevering, there was a difference between the inner disciples and the outer disciples.

In terms of pills alone, the inner disciples can obtain three Sword Yuan Pills every month, while the outer disciples can only get one in three months, and the difference can be imagined!

In order to find immortals and find immortality, Zhang Liang had to work hard!

There is no contradiction between the two, desperately trying to live longer.

If you haven't experienced death threats, I'm afraid it's hard to understand this, Zhang Liang understands, so even if he feels that his bones are rattling, he still insists.

Just when he felt that his spirit was in a trance, the golden lotus at the dantian qi sea swayed violently, and the blooming petals lightly touched the qi sea.

A ripple spread from the inside out, gradually spreading to the entire sea of qi.

At this time, Zhang Liang suddenly felt a lot less pressure, and he suddenly had a bold idea to separate that sword intent and melt it into his body!

I have to say that his idea is really dangerous, that sword intent is left by the Yunyang Patriarch of Wanjian Mountain, even if it has passed thousands of years, it still has not dissipated, and its strength can be imagined!

Zhang Liang gritted his teeth, and said viciously in his heart: "Lao Tzu still doesn't believe it, an old man who has been dead for thousands of years, I can't tame his sword intent!"

After making a decision, Zhang Liang did not hesitate at all, and secretly dispersed a wisp of sword intent and integrated it into his body.

That wisp of sword intent was only one percent of the original, but even so, when it really entered the body, a feeling of sharp pain instantly enveloped Zhang Liang's heart.

"Mom sells batches, it hurts!"

Zhang Liang grinned in pain suddenly, but he was still trying to refine that wisp of sword intent.

Zhu Hong, who was in charge of the assessment on the side, couldn't help but condense his eyes slightly after seeing Zhang Liang's expression, thinking that this kid is really powerful enough, and he is really desperate to be able to enter the inner door!

At the moment, there is less than a third of the way to the end.

With a "Teng" sound, finally a disciple couldn't hold on and fell down, seeing that the situation was already unconscious.

"If you can't hold on, don't hold on, otherwise it's easy to get hurt!"

Zhu Hong snorted coldly and looked at the remaining fourteen people, especially Zhang Liang's body for the longest time, it was not difficult for him to see that this kid had just entered the foundation building period, and his foundation was not stable.

Where is Zhang Liang in the mood to care about Zhu Hong's words, he is now trying his best to refine that wisp of sword intent, the golden lotus planted by the sea of qi is constantly swaying, and ripples appear in circles, and the true qi turns into a small invisible hammer, constantly colliding with the sword intent.

"Teng!"

"Teng!"

Two more sounds of landing sounded, and two of the disciples couldn't hold on and fainted.

After Zhu Hong waved his hand to remove the two disciples out of the enveloping range of the sword intent, he looked at Zhang Liang on the side with some curiosity, this guy could hold on better than he imagined, obviously the corners of his mouth were biting blood, but he hadn't given up yet.

How did he know that Zhang Liang's body was like a battlefield, and the wisp of sword intent was constantly colliding and running in with the true qi surging from the sea of qi.

The sword intent was provoked, exuding an astonishing momentum, and with the momentum of the stars and moon, it hit the top of the true qi, and brutally crushed the hammer formed by the true qi.

"Poof!"

Zhang Liang couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, which surprised the surrounding onlookers who were watching the inner door assessment, and Li Sheng couldn't bear it, and shouted loudly: "Zhang Liang, if you can't hold on, give up!"

"No noise!"

Zhu Hong's expression was cold, and after pinching the trick, he pointed at Li Sheng in the distance.

A true qi quickly approached, and smashed Li Sheng's chest, causing him to fly upside down in an instant, and after spitting out a large mouthful of blood, he smashed to the ground fiercely.

"The assessment is not over, no one is allowed to make noise!"

Zhu Hong snorted coldly, and then looked at Zhang Liang with a sneer on the corner of his mouth covered with blood, during the assessment, if the disciple insists on not giving up, then even if he dies, he will not do his business.

In the crowd of onlookers, there were also a few personal disciples, they couldn't help but show a trace of ridicule when they saw Zhu Hong showing off like this, if he wasn't a deacon in the inner gate of Jianyang Peak, he would have been taught a hard lesson a long time ago.

As everyone knows, in the council hall of Jianyang Peak, a mirror is suspended in the air, and on it is the picture of the inner door assessment.

This mirror is the treasure of Wanjian Mountain, called the Heavenly Realm, which can peek into a piece of space.

All these movements were in the sight of an old man.

Around the old man, there were four more people.

Three men and one woman, all staring at the picture in the mirror, with different expressions on their faces.

"This son is also tenacious, but his qualifications are too poor!"

Among them, a middle-aged man who was slightly blessed glanced at Zhang Liang, who was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and couldn't help but say.

"Hehe, Senior Brother Sansi, I think he is more suitable for you Sannianfeng, after all, his personality is very similar to you!"

At this time, the woman couldn't help but smile and said, she looked like she was in her forties, but she still had charm, especially the air of dust that was out of the ordinary.

"Senior Sister Suyun, if you say this, Senior Brother Sansi will be angry, haha!"

One of them, a middle-aged man dressed in scholar's costume and holding a paper fan in his hand, couldn't help but smile and said.

"Alright, you've had enough of it!"

At this time, the middle-aged man with the most serious face spoke, he was the peak master of the Xiaoyu Peak of Wanjian Mountain, Wei Yong, who was also the hall master of the Sword Hall!

The scholar and the woman glanced at each other and didn't speak, their Senior Brother Wei was too serious, and it would undoubtedly be self-inflicted if they said more.

"Okay, you take a look at these disciples who participated in the inner gate assessment, and consider who to accept into the inner gate!" The old man finally spoke, his voice full of majesty, and when the other four heard it, they all responded respectfully.

At this time, Zhang Liang's body had reached the most critical time, and the wisp of sword intent was constantly colliding, as if it was about to rush out of his body.

"Could it be that I really can't subdue this little wisp of sword intent?!"

Zhang Liang was a little disappointed in his heart, if he didn't work anymore, he had no choice but to let go of this wisp of sword intent.

At this moment, the black stone beads in Zhang Liang's storage bag suddenly emitted a ghostly light.

The ghostly light instantly rushed into Zhang Liang's body, and then transformed into a palm, holding the wisp of sword intent with one hand, and refining it alive!