Time flies, time flies, and in the blink of an eye, January has passed.

A small garden in the clouds, in the courtyard, under a maple tree.

Xiao Tian closed his eyes and meditated, turned to Xuangong far away, and felt the profound artistic conception between heaven and earth.

The body slowly fluttered upward, stuck in the air, the space around the body fluctuated, and on the body, a white sword qi gradually appeared, graceful like a swimming dragon, occasionally with a trickle of lightning, like a small lightning.

The invisible sharp aura, as if breaking through the space, exuded a strong murderous aura.

In the courtyard, Xiao Bai was lying on the jade table, rolling his eyes, and looking at Xiao Tian curiously.

Feeling the strong Xuan Qi on Xiao Tian's body, I was shocked for a while, when did the boss become so strong? If it goes on like this, I can't beat him anymore!

An hour later......

Xiao Tian suddenly opened his eyes, and a sharp golden light **** came out of his eyes, hitting the boulder in the distance.

"Boom~"

The boulder, which was tens of meters high, was instantly blown into powder.

At this moment, a bell rang in the sky above the Seven Peaks Sword Sect.

"Bell"

"Bell"

"Bell"

The bell has always been ringing, the heroes have gathered, and it seems that something big has happened again!

Above the main hall of Tianyang Peak.

Zhuge Changkong, changed into a new dress, sat on the main seat, and the six disciples sat on the two sides in turn.

The chief disciple, the Sandman Zhuang Xin, sat on the chair on the left, yawned, and looked dazed, as if he could fall asleep at any time.

The second senior brother Yuqiao changed into clean clothes, pinned an axe to his waist, and looked around.

The third senior brother chased his dream, still wearing white plain clothes, holding a drawing board and a brush, and concentrating on drawing a few strokes on the drawing board.

The fourth senior brother Gao Jin, wearing a money coat and a fortune hat, sat on a chair, constantly playing with a gold coin in his right hand, and couldn't help but talk left and right.

Lao Wu Lege, with a gentle face, held a jade flute, and waited slowly.

Lao Liulu is in a class, playing with the wood carving in his hand.

Pushing the door in, Xiao Tian said with a burst of surprise in his eyes, "Huh, why are you fast?"

Seeing this, Gao Jin leaked a touch of joy on his face, and said, "Within ten breaths, Sixth, you lost, give me the wood carving!"

Lu Yiban, then glanced at Xiao Tian angrily, and reluctantly handed over the wood carving in his hand.

Damn, these two guys are still gambling now? It's hopeless!" Xiao Tian shook his head helplessly, and then walked in.

"Old Seven, don't move!" stopped Dream Chaser.

"What's wrong? This is?" Xiao Tian immediately stopped.

The dream-chasing pen sketched and drew Xiao Tian's entry on the paper, and then a smile leaked from the corner of his mouth.

"Okay, let's all sit down!" Zhuge Changkong, sitting on the main seat, spoke, "I have two important things to announce to you. ”

Everyone, cheered up and pricked up their ears to listen.

Zhuge Changkong suddenly stood up, his face was solemn, and he said loudly, "The first thing is that I have already passed the Tianyang Sword to Lao Qi!"

Hearing this, everyone's faces were surprised, they looked at Zhuang Xin, then at Xiao Tian, and then nodded.

Xiao Tian was watched by everyone's gaze, and his heart was uncomfortable for a while, but he was not surprised to find their gaze, and he was also surprised in his heart.

"What, why aren't you surprised?" Xiao Tian wondered.

A smile leaked from the corner of Gao Jin's mouth, and he said slowly, "Old Seven, these are all in our expectations, Senior Brother cultivates the Sleep Sutra and sleeps all day long, how can we have time to take care of the affairs of Tianyang Peak, the heir of Tianyang Sword, I will inherit the mantle of Tianyang Peak in the future! The rest of us don't have this mind, nor are we this material, so we can only hand it over to you, and, in terms of personality, you are also the most suitable!"

Hearing this, Xiao Tian nodded, looking at Ezhu Changkong with a wicked smile on his face, he always felt that he was on the thief ship again, what did this old guy say that night that the long sword recognized the master, it is very likely that it is all fake? To put it bluntly, the entire mountain peak is a normal person, if you don't pass it on to yourself, it will be over!

Xiao Tian turned his head, looked at Zhuang Xin, yawned several times in a row, his face was full of worry, he didn't take this matter to heart at all, and he was speechless for a while.

Above the main hall, Zhuge Changkong, cleared his throat, and said loudly, "There is a second thing, this matter is more important, the Sumeru Spirit Realm is about to open, this time, each peak, there are only seven places, so you have to run!." ”

"What? seven places?" Lu Yiban said in surprise.

"That's right!" Zhuge Changkong nodded.

"Old man, in this way, our Tianyang Peak, isn't the quota just right?Seven disciples, seven quotas, why do you still want to run?" Gao Jin frowned and asked.

Zhuge Changkong, with a burst of embarrassment on his face, said slowly, "Originally, all the major peaks had to hold a competition to elect seven disciples, and our Tianyang Peak has a special situation, so basically we don't need to run!"

"Don't need to campaign?" Xiao Tian was also puzzled in his heart.

These six demon senior brothers, all of them are in the Silver Realm, and he, who is barely quasi-Silver Realm, if he is fighting in the smashing ring, he can't use the magic weapon of the Eight Views Palace, nor can he use the Yuan Qi Slash and the Cosmic Sword Technique, how can he be their opponent? At the same time, there is also a feeling of regret in his heart!

Turning his head, Xiao Tian looked at the top of the main hall, except for the fourth Gao Jin and the sixth Lu class, everyone else was not interested? Especially Zhuang Xin, the yawn, it was as if he hadn't slept for three days.

"Although you don't need to campaign, I think that our sect hasn't held a sword conference for fifty years, and the strength of each other is not very clear, so this election is imperative!" Zhuge Changkong said loudly, "You have a contest between each other, and it will also help to improve the realm, you see, how about it?"

Hearing this, Xiao Tian's eyes emitted a fine light, full of battle intent.

"It's boring! It's better to sleep more!" Zhuang Xin yawned and muttered.

"I don't think it's boring either! I'd better go back to the back mountain and chop more firewood!" Yuqiao echoed.

After hearing this, Zhuge Changkong, with an annoyed face, scolded, "Whether it's interesting or not, later, a few of you will give me to the sword platform, two and two duels, one competition!"

Seeing the old man angry, everyone closed their mouths in amusement.

"But, Master, there are only seven of us, how can we fight each other?" Brother Le wondered.

Hearing this, Zhuge Changkong was stunned for a moment, rolled his eyes, and returned to the road: "This duel, I have already thought about it, using the octal system, divided into eight numbers, one to eight, two to seven, three to six, four to five, those who fall short, will be automatically promoted!"

"Old man, didn't you think about it before?" Gao Jin rolled his eyes and wondered.

Hearing this, the corners of Xiao Tian's mouth showed a hint of banter!

"Nonsense!" Zhuge Changkong coughed a few times in embarrassment, and scolded angrily, "As a teacher, I have always had no last resort, why didn't I think about it?"

(End of chapter)