Practicing martial arts and cultivating the Tao are different paths, and naturally you can't treat certain things in the same way. Qin Yifan hoped that Lin Fan would understand this, so he reminded him. If Lin Fan was still obsessed, Qin Yifan would not have any thoughts, but it was just that Lin Fan lost a chance.

However, Master Jinguang seemed to hear Qin Yifan's words, opened his eyes, and looked at Qin Yifan from a distance, thoughtfully. I don't know if it's Lin Qiulu's illusion next to him, as if Master Jinguang was slightly tilting his jaw towards Qin Yifan before closing his eyes.

The second disciple, I don't know if it was luck or if it was affected by listening to Qin Yifan's words, after going up the mountain, he did not immediately look for the sword, but began to practice. After a long while, he saw a sword and reached out to grab it. The sword didn't even have any struggle in his hand, and obediently stopped in the disciple's hand.

Not far away, under the Shushan Gate, looking at someone, he couldn't stop nodding, obviously this Sword Seeking Sect person was that person's disciple. Listening to what they said, this disciple is very smart, and when he sits on the ground and exercises, he is actually using his own breath to visit those flying swords, and he will only make a move if he does not reject them.

This method is very clever, but it requires a certain amount of cultivation, at least to the point of releasing the divine consciousness. That disciple is the one with the highest cultivation among all the new disciples, and his divine sense can only be limited to a limited range, but he was lucky enough to find a suitable one. After more than ten years of foundation practice, he was able to achieve the release of his divine consciousness, no matter which sect he was in, he was also a leader.

"It's like a sword, it's good. As he had just done, Master Jinguang called out the name of the sword and closed his eyes again.

The sword qi in the sword mountain provides an endless stream of spiritual support for all the flying swords, even if there is no master's flying sword, in this case, it will attack those who do not match their own caste. Therefore, if you choose a flying sword that is not suitable for you, you will also be attacked.

As early as when the first disciple went up the mountain, Qin Yifan was a little surprised, and it was only after Lin Qiulu and Xu Feifei's explanations that he understood this. However, Qin Yifan is full of expectations for what may happen next.

One disciple after another went up to Sword Mountain and began to look for their own flying sword. Of course, these flying swords can only be used as sword fetuses for their future cultivation, and if they want to improve their grades, they can only be refined continuously in the future.

Shushan is a sword sect, pure instrument cultivation, and moreover, it is also pure sword cultivation. Up and down, there is no other magic weapon. Every disciple who found the Flying Sword was full of joy on their faces, while those who had not yet taken their turn to go up the mountain had a look of anticipation.

Finding a good sword fetus means that you can also have a higher starting point than others in the future, and it also means a faster degree of cultivation. Although cultivation does not necessarily mean that you can be quick and fast, at least among the same sects, you can't fall behind.

Each disciple's method is different, but basically, on the top of Shushan Sword Mountain, tens of thousands of flying swords, it has not been said that it is completely unsuitable for a certain person, as long as you put your mind to it, you can always find it, it is nothing more than the length of time. Sometimes, the selection of flying swords is also a test of the patience and courage of the sword seeker, a flying sword that is really suitable for oneself is likely to be in the most treacherous place on the mountain, and that is not simply to be achieved with patience and courage.

However, this sword meeting was not so exciting, and almost most of the people had a smooth sword search process. What surprised Qin Yifan a little was that all the disciples only began to choose flying swords when they walked to the mountainside and almost couldn't walk by themselves, and few people used their brains at the foot of the mountain. I don't know if the flying swords of Shushan are better the higher they go, or if they are scattered all over the mountain at random.

Finally, it was Lin Fan's turn, and he didn't go all the way to the mountainside like the others. In fact, he is a person who practices martial arts, and compared to those disciples of the Inner Mountain Sect who have not yet been able to get started, he still has an advantage in terms of physical strength. He can go up to the top of the mountain whenever he wants.

At the foot of the mountain, almost where he had just seen the flying sword, Lin Fan swept left and right, found a flying sword that looked similar to the style when he practiced swords, and reached out to grab the hilt.

I don't know why, Master Jinguang, who didn't open his eyes when the disciples were choosing swords one by one, actually opened his eyes and looked at Lin Fan who was stretching out his hand over there. Although others didn't know what was special about Lin Fan's disciple, Master Jinguang's attention was enough to attract everyone's attention.

With a low sound, Lin Fan's hand stretched out to the hilt of the sword seemed to be slapped away by some invisible force, and the whole person took a step back. It seems that this sword is not a suitable magic weapon for Lin Fan.

But Lin Fan didn't hesitate at all, took a step forward, and reached out to grab the hilt of the sword again. This time the counterattack was even stronger, and with a thunderclap-like sound, Lin Fan's body rose high and fell heavily as if it had been thrown up by a strong man. It seems that the martial arts that Lin Fan has practiced since he was a child have no effect at all.

Lin Fan's body lying there moved slightly, and then, he got up again, sorted out the pain on his body, and then stepped towards the flying sword again.

"What is he doing? Is he crazy? That flying sword is not suitable for him!" Not only the guests who watched the ceremony, but even among the Shushan Sect people who are now accepting disciples, there are people who have made such a voice. In their eyes, everything is according to fate, which is destined by God, and it is not what people in the path of cultivation should do. Lin Fan's actions are foolish in everyone's eyes.

Naturally, Qin Yifan, who had just spoken loudly, was the one who started it. Everyone understood that Lin Fan was just a disciple of the Outer Mountain Gate, and because there were no disciples of the Inner Mountain Gate who were willing to serve Qin Yifan, Elder Liu specially chose Lin Fan, a disciple of the Outer Mountain Gate. But no matter what, Lin Fan is still a person from Shushan, why hasn't he entered the mountain gate yet, and he has already listened to Qin Yifan's nonsense?

Over there, Lin Fan's hand had already grasped the hilt of the sword again, and this time, he held the hilt with both hands with all his might, and even pressed his own body down. Even if it will be bounced off, it will never let go.

The flying sword did not disappoint Lin Fan, and the huge force threw his body into the air again. But this time, Lin Fan desperately held the hilt of the sword, and the flying sword was also taken away from the ground by his body, flashing with dazzling light.

Bang, Lin Fan's body fell heavily to the ground, but his hands still held the sword in the slightest. In the flickering light, it was as if one after another sword qi came out from the sword in Lin Fan's hand, and on Lin Fan's body and hands, blood marks were drawn.

Roar, even if it is so far away, everyone can hear the voice coming from Lin Fan's throat. It was the sound of forcibly suppressing one's pain and not crying out, but the painful feeling still squeezed the air out of the lungs.

Almost instantly, there were more than a dozen blood marks on Lin Fan's body, and the most were his arms and hands, but Lin Fan didn't have the slightest intention of letting go of the hilt of the sword. The sword is in the hand, at least it can be wielded already, it is the feeling of being in your own hand.

However, the flying sword in his hand was still resisting, and Lin Fan's hand had to be held to the death in order to overcome the power that had to fly out of his hand. At this time, he had no other thoughts, holding the flying sword wholeheartedly, and he would not let go of it even if he died.

But the flying sword did not give in, it was still resisting, and the sword qi was still flying out, bringing more scars on Lin Fan's body. The blood on Lin Fan's hand had already flowed down the hilt of the sword to the blade. Each time it flowed through a place, the blade of the sword seemed to dim for a moment, and then shine again.

When the entire blade had been covered by Lin Fan's blood, there was no trace of intact place on Lin Fan's body. However, Lin Fan's body was still standing stubbornly, and his hands were still holding the sword tightly.

At this time, the flying sword no longer emitted sword qi, as if it had been shocked and controlled by Lin Fan's persistence. In Lin Fan's hands, there was no longer that kind of intention to rush out of control. At least in Lin Fan's feelings, this sword seemed to have temporarily agreed with his insistence, and no longer resisted.

Finally with a smile on his face, Lin Fan let go of the two hands holding the sword, and waved the sword in one hand, without any discomfort. But the pain coming from his body made Lin Fan almost scream.

insisted on walking back to the platform, Lin Fan was already a bloody man. Standing in front of Master Jinguang, he could barely speak, just presented the sword with both hands, waiting for the name of the master.

With a wave of his hands, the golden light master entered Lin Fan's body as soon as the light came. Almost instantly, those wounds on Lin Fan's body were no longer bleeding. Originally, Qin Yifan also planned to let Qin Xiaoling come forward, but Master Jinguang had such a means, so naturally he didn't have to do much to do.

"My Shu Mountain has been passed down for hundreds of generations, and no one has ever used this way to find a sword. Master Jinguang looked at Lin Fan standing in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh. Lin Fan stood in place, motionless, quietly waiting for the master to speak.

"This sword is called Blood Shadow, I hope you can treat him well. Looking at the sword in Lin Fan's hand, Master Jinguang gave him a name. Combined with the blood light on the sword, it is very suitable for this name.

"You are a disciple of the Outer Mountain Sect, and there should be no one to accept you as an apprentice in Shushan. "Master Jinguang didn't know how to say so much. Lin Fan knew that this was the truth, but he still couldn't help but lower his head. It is true that no one among the disciples of the Outer Mountain Gate is willing to accept him as a disciple. Let him be ranked in the mountain gate, but it is just an arrangement to serve Qin Yifan.

"How about I take you as an apprentice if you want?" Master Jinguang finally said what he wanted to say. As soon as these words came out, the people around him were in an uproar.

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(To be continued)