"Sword Cultivator?"

After listening to Zhou Teng's words, Wang Bei basically understood this profession a little, but the more detailed he listened, the shallower the idea of becoming a sword cultivator, and in the end, he said with an apologetic face: "No, thank you mentor, I think I still have to cultivate steadily, just practicing this internal force is enough for me to be busy, and I am afraid that I will not be able to take care of the rest." ”

Zhou Teng's brows tightened, and he suddenly felt a little difficult to do, and said persuasively: "Classmate Wang, don't you really think about it, the way of cultivation is as difficult as climbing to the sky, and not everyone can reach the top, you have this talent, why don't you use it in the most appropriate place?"

Wang Bei stood up, glanced at the seemingly spacious classroom, and said lightly: "Tutor Zhou, have you ever thought that this place we live in is actually like a cage. ”

"Huh?"

Zhou Teng raised his head in some surprise.

Wang Bei's eyes were a little confused, and he said with a little heaviness: "A person thinks that his strength is strong enough to break through the so-called shackles, but he doesn't know at all, all he can do is destroy, he thinks that if he can ignore the rules, then he is equal to the rules." In fact, he is just a doll, and God has given him a seemingly fun toy, and then, if he goes down this path, countless people will praise him. But he never knew that even he himself belonged to this rule, shouldn't he just come after his dreams? ”

Zhou Teng's expression changed slightly, and he bowed his head thoughtfully, but after thinking about it, he shook his head and said: "Dreams are dreams, reality is reality, how can they be mixed up." Come to me a few more times when you have time, and at least I can teach you how to warm up the Demon Spirit Blade, so as not to waste such a strange treasure. ”

"Hmm. ”

Wang Bei glanced at Zhou Teng with a wistful face, a shallow smile appeared on his face, and he turned around and left the classroom.

Wang Bei's pace was very fast, and soon he was at the boundary between the garden and the dormitory, he paused, glanced at the park that gradually became dimly lit, and a sense of loneliness came to his heart, he smiled lightly, turned around and walked back towards his dormitory.

By the time Wang Bei returned, the night was already dark, and the lights in the room had been extinguished.

After cleaning up, Wang Bei sat quietly in the practice room, and also practiced Tu Na Gong at night, and began to practice penance day and night.

The next few days were as dull as usual, Wang Bei was still practicing in addition to practicing, Chang Fu disappeared mysteriously all day long, the two of them lived their own lives, and even the communication was much less, and the time seemed to be smoothed out without any fluctuations.

But soon, the seven-day protection period for the newcomers officially ended.

The journey of the Imperial Court has also turned a new page.

Hundreds of people crowded into the Demon Square on the east side of the Imperial Courtyard, and the noise was endless, rumbling like a crackling firecracker.

Suddenly, a thunder sound that had been dormant above the nine heavens fell to the ground, like a muffled thunder rolling out of everyone's ears, and they felt a buzzing in their ears.

Under the huge momentum, several figures that split the sky appeared in the air, and slowly floated down.

"Haha, Nie Shizhen, it doesn't seem that your Divine Scripture is very good, you can't even catch up with my flying sword. ”

A figure behind him suddenly overtook the rest of the figures and galloped down first, appearing in everyone's sight, this person held a giant sword in his hand, let his body hang under the sword, and burst into the air.

The posture is free and easy, and it inexplicably gives people a sense of boldness.

Immediately after him appeared a thin-bearded middle-aged man in a green shirt, his face was solemn, and he slipped from the sky with a straight body like gliding, only a little short of the giant sword man, and with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he said, "Why don't you abandon that sword and compare with me again?"

"Don't make a fuss, if you can't catch up, it's just that I, Xu Yimao, won't laugh at you. ”

"The two brothers still have to fight, but don't blame the little sister for going down first. ”

Suddenly, a graceful beautiful woman's skirt fluttered near the two people who were chasing, she was wearing a red dress and skirt, her face was so beautiful that she couldn't be fathomed, like a fairy falling slowly in the world, the fast wind did not wrinkle the slightest clothes, let the streamers dance in the sky.

"Sister Xin. Nie Shizhen said.

"Sister Xin'er!" said the giant sword man laughed.

The beautiful woman smiled charmingly, but suddenly, a young man fell from the sky behind her.

The young man's eyes were closed, his hands were behind his back, his legs were spread apart and he fell down quickly, catching up with the speed of a few people, and said indifferently: "Don't chat, there are still important things to deal with later, hurry up and solve the affairs of this batch of freshmen." ”

As soon as the three of them heard this, they all sped up.

The place where they landed was a high platform that was arranged, and the four of them were divided into four places, and they landed steadily on the ground, without even half a cent of wind and dust.

But the many freshmen who had been holding their breath because of the appearance of these people from the beginning looked at the four people standing like gods on the high platform at this moment, and they all screamed.

"I know that person, I know that I know, they are the four most famous battle lords of the Imperial Empire!"

"The one with his eyes closed is the Descendant Yuan Venerable, Zhang Di, who claims to truly master the Divine Spirit Eye; that beautiful fairy is the rumored Immortal Spirit Jade Venerable of the Ninth Order Soul Locking Master, Luo Xin; the strong man holding the flying sword should be the Wild Sword Venerable of the Ninth Order Sword Cultivator, Xu Yimao; and finally the middle-aged man in the green shirt is the Heavenly Master Venerable who once served as the Marshal of the Northern Realm, Nie Shizhen!"

"It's really beautiful!"

"These four people are the real representatives of the four major courtyards of the Imperial Courtyard, and the real powerhouses have all gathered together!"

"I heard that there are people staring at them all the time when they become gods, it's really amazing, and I don't know when I will have that opportunity, not to mention becoming a god of war, even being able to stand on that stage is enough. ”

......

Everyone crowded to the bottom of the high platform, wanting to take a look at the rumored demeanor of these rumored war honors, and suddenly brought a crowd of people.

The square was full of people for a while, and you pushed me to be so lively.

Zhang Di's expression was solemn, and he shouted heavily: "Quiet!"

Suddenly, the people in the Demon Square seemed to be silent and lost a voice.

The four Zhan Zun looked at each other, and for a while, no one was in a hurry to choose someone.

Seeing this scene, Ye Jianzun Xu Yimao smiled, held the giant sword in his hand, and said, "Then let me choose first." ”

The rest of the people did not compete with him, but all retreated a few steps and let him start choosing.

The giant sword raised by Ping was as wide as a fan, Xu Yimao suddenly let go of his hand, and the giant sword flew out in a puff of smoke, like a dark cloud covering the heads of several people, as if they had been selected, and those people jumped up and down in shock.

The rest of the people looked at them with a sense of envy, thinking that these people had some great talents.

Xu Yimao smiled disappreciatively, his eyes flickering a little.

Suddenly, the giant sword expanded dozens of times, like a large cloud covering the top of everyone's heads, secretly bringing a terrifying coercion that swept the heavens and the earth and shrouded everyone's hearts.

A faint sense of horror rose in everyone's hearts.

The power of the Battle Honor!