Walking on the road, Zhang Yang and Zhao Dewei chatted sentence after sentence, Zhang Yang wanted to integrate into the collective as soon as possible, Zhao Dewei was also happy to tell Zhang Yang some information about the sword spirit, anyway, they are brothers who want to fight together in the future, and mutual understanding is still necessary. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

After getting along for a short time, Zhang Yang felt that Zhao Dewei was a very bold and very good person, and Zhang Yang was an orphan since he was a child and a self-familiar guy, so after a while, the two called each other brothers.

"I said Yangzi, cultivating this thing, just like a girl is pregnant with a child, the longer it passes, the more you can see that there are goods in your belly. You don't have to worry about your lack of cultivation at all now, you think about how long you have only been cultivating, but it's only been half a year, and you have the current achievements, think about my brother, when I first became a martial artist, I was groping for a year in the early stage of mortalization. So my brother is like a heaven and an earth compared to you. ”

After Zhao Dewei finished speaking, he patted Zhang Yang's shoulder and continued to comfort Zhang Yang, who was depressed.

"Furthermore, think about it, what kind of place is the sword spirit, how many disciples in the Sword Pavilion dream of coming in every year but can't, but the master has taken a fancy to you and recruited you into the sword spirit, what does it mean, the master is not interested in your cultivation in the middle stage of transformation now, but in your future cultivation, and you can become a great yuanshi, a yuan master, a great yuan master, and even a yuan spirit, a yuan king, and a yuan monarch-like existence. ”

"You know the eighteen sons of the sword spirit, which one of them had such a strong cultivation when he first entered the sword spirit, and which one didn't become such a great name after the sword spirit went through the tempering of life and death. ”

Speaking of this, Zhao Dewei narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was extremely worshipful and respectful of the eighteen sons of the sword spirit.

I have also heard of the name of the eighteen sons of the sword spirit, and all of them are young talents of the first generation, the darlings of the sky. Each of them has established their prestige and reputation through one battle after another in the Sword Spirit, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are the strongest eighteen people in the younger generation of the Sword Pavilion.

Chen Lei, the master of the Sword Pavilion, said in front of these eighteen people: "If you are waiting, you can make my Sword Pavilion prosperous for another thousand years, haha......" It can be seen that the evaluation of these eighteen people is very high.

But Zhang Yang is aware of his own family affairs, and the reason why he was able to enter the Sword Spirit was entirely because of his master's arrangement when he was leaving, otherwise with the potential he is showing now, it is impossible to enter the Sword Spirit.

However, Zhang Yang thought about it, if he just compared his talent and potential, with his identity as a telekinesis, he believed that there was no one comparable among the eighteen sons of the sword spirit, otherwise with the high vision of a young man, he would also be amazed to see himself become a telekinesis.

As soon as he thought of this, the loss in Zhang Yang's heart gradually turned into nothingness, but after seeing that the people in the sword spirit were so strong, it aroused the high fighting spirit in Zhang Yang's heart.

"On another day, I will make the Sword Pavilion proud of the Sword Spirit, and the Sword Spirit is proud of my publicity!" Zhang Yang clenched his fists tightly and made a man-like oath in his heart!

"Yangzi, it's here!" Before he knew it, he had arrived at his destination, and Zhao Dewei's voice came from the front.

Zhang Yang came back to his senses, looked up and looked forward, in front of Zhang Yang sat a delicate attic, white jade staircase, antique sandalwood door, plus the carving of the flying phoenix and the dragon in the attic, everything looked so simple and atmospheric.

It's just that this attic doesn't have a name, which makes Zhang Yang feel very strange, on the way Zhang Yang came, each building has its own exclusive name, and this attic is so special, it is said that there should be a name to match it.

"This attic is the most sacred place in the hearts of every Sword Spirit disciple of ours, and we all call it 'Returning to the Earth'!"

Zhao Dewei seemed to know the doubts in Zhang Yang's heart, and looked at the solemn opening in front of him.

"Returning to the ground...... Return to the ground......" Zhang Yang slowly chewed these two words in his mouth, and when he looked up at it again, his face was already full of respect.

"Let's go, the senior Wu who is now guarding this attic is also a former disciple of our Sword Spirit, who has fought countless bloody battles for the Sword Pavilion and broke an arm. ”

Zhao Dewei took Zhang Yang into the attic and introduced Zhang Yang to all kinds of things here.

Walking through several dim corridors, Zhang Yang saw the Wu seniors in Zhao Dewei's mouth. Dressed in gray, with long hair scattered all over his head, and the empty sleeves on his right side swaying slightly, he was sitting cross-legged in the hall with his back to Zhang Yang at the moment, and in front of him were placed countless dense spiritual seats.

Zhao Dewei took a deep breath, led Zhang Yang to take a few steps forward, and bent down to salute respectfully.

"Senior Wu, junior sword spirit Zhao Dewei, on the order of the master, led the new disciples to come and receive the identity token!"

For a long time, there was no response, but Zhao Dewei was not impatient at all, still maintaining a respectful posture of bending over, and Zhang Yang had to bow his head and salute. For a moment, the whole hall was quiet, and only the "popping" sound of the candle burning could be heard.

"Nice!

Zhang Yang has never heard such an old voice, this does not seem to come from the throat of a person, in these few words, Zhang Yang seems to hear the vicissitudes of reincarnation for several lifetimes, for a moment, Zhang Yang has a feeling of falling clouds, he can't see his head, he can't see the end.

A scream of "sigh" swept through the quiet hall, and it also instantly crossed Zhang Yang's mind, bringing Zhang Yang to reality.

At the moment of awakening, Zhang Yang's pupils saw a black object shooting towards him in the air, Zhang Yang quickly flashed sideways, and then lightningly stretched out his right hand covered with the vitality of heaven and earth to catch the object.

Slightly concentrating, Zhang Yang withdrew his right hand, spread out his palm, and saw a black jade with a sword lying in the palm of his hand, emitting a faint black light.

When he was showing off his unknown reason, Zhao Dewei beside him bent down again to salute.

"Thank you for the gift, the juniors will definitely live up to the trust of the predecessors and the ancestors of the sword spirit, strengthen my sword spirit, strengthen my sword pavilion!" After finishing speaking, he bowed deeply to the front again with Zhang Yang, and then slowly withdrew from the main hall.

It wasn't until he exited the attic that Zhao Dewei sighed deeply, then reached out to wipe the cold sweat on his head, and then smiled bitterly at Zhang Yang.

"I didn't expect Senior Wu to speak, but it's really ...... By the way, Zhang Yang, at the moment when Senior Wu spoke just now, did you have a feeling of self-loss?"

Zhang Yang nodded.

"Brother Zhao, do you feel this way too? It's like falling into a bottomless abyss, you can't see the exit above, and you will never be able to hit the ground. Brother Zhao, what kind of cultivation did you say Senior Wu, how could it be so strong, just a few words made us lose ourselves in an instant, how strong does it take to do this......"

Zhao Dewei smiled even more bitterly and sighed softly.

"Alas, you ask me, I ask who to go, this is the ability of powerful martial cultivators, weak as me, etc., they can't raise the confidence to fight at all!

Zhao Dewei's reminder reminded Zhang Yang of the main purpose of entering the "return to the ground" this time. Zhang Yang slowly opened the right hand he was holding, and the black jade stone looked even deeper and mysterious in the sun.

Zhang Yang looked at this jade repeatedly, there seemed to be some handwriting in it, Zhang Yang looked at it, but it was four blood-red "1" characters. It just forms the shape of a "1111".

"This is called the inheritance jade plate, and it is also the identity token of our sword spirit disciples, you remember, the jade is in the people, and the jade is broken. Zhao Dewei watched Zhang Yang fiddling with the jade on the side, and before Zhang Yang asked, he had already opened his mouth first.

"When the Sword Pavilion was first established, the patriarch of the pavilion established the sword spirit, took a piece of star meteorite that is rare to see in 10,000 years, and made it into a 5,000-year-old sword token, and the ancestor used the supreme cultivation to make the token have its own space, which can store all things, each of which is a rare treasure in the world. However, the most precious thing about this jade is not only these, but the treasures stored in these jade tablets!"

"Treasures?"

"That's right! Treasure! When the first sword spirit master was in charge of the sword spirit, it was stipulated that when the owner of each piece of jade had it, he must leave his strongest supernatural power in the jade, so that even if he died in battle, he could keep his inheritance continuous, and at the same time, it could help his successors to go further on the road of martial arts cultivation with the help of his predecessors, so that the Sword Pavilion would not fade for ten thousand years!"

"So ten thousand years have passed, and the owners of the eight thousand pieces of jade have changed from generation to generation, but these eight thousand pieces of jade still exist, and they have been protecting the Sword Pavilion all the way. In fact, this piece of jade numbered '1111' in your hand may have owned dozens or even hundreds of former owners, and it has been passed down to you today, I hope you will use it well, cherish it, and do not disappoint the expectations of our ancestors!"

Zhang Yang instantly felt that the jade in his hand was heavier than a thousand catties, and this small jade not only carried the infinite love and protection of every ancestor of the Sword Pavilion for the Sword Pavilion, but also carried the expectations and hopes of the countless ancestors of the Sword Pavilion for the disciples of the future generations.

Zhang Yang held the jade tightly again, turned his body to face the "return to the ground" behind him, and bent down deeply......