The calm Sword Shu Sect was noisy again, and on this day, new disciples entered the sect.

On this day, Jian Shu was not calm.

Fang Lang, the champion of the new department, challenged Zhao Yu, an elite disciple of the Huangji Sword Pavilion, on the first day of entering the sect, defeated Zhao Yu with a sword like thunder, broke the record strongly, and ascended to the Sword Pavilion as a new disciple.

Grabbing. This news swept through the entire Sword Shu Sect like a huge tide, after all, this was a record-setting thing.

Both the outer sect and the inner sect disciples were shocked by this news, however, not long after the shock, the news that Senior Brother Zhao Yu was challenged came out.

Everyone was stunned, Senior Brother Zhao Yu, what kind of sin did he create?

But everyone is watching the excitement and not thinking it's a big deal.

Many Inner Sect disciples rushed to Pre-Sword Peak, wanting to wait and see this battle.

However, no sooner had they arrived at Pre-Sword Peak, the floating island suspended in the sea of clouds, and the battle was already over.

Senior Brother Zhao Yu was lying on the ground, his eyes were endlessly desolate, and even a little dazed.

The joys and sorrows of the world are not connected, and even feel a little noisy.

This is the look of thousands of disciples of the Sword Shu Sect who will never forget.

This year's new disciples, are they so demonic?

Subsequently, many disciples learned that this girl who won Senior Brother Zhao Yu again was the leader of this scientific expedition, and her strength was the real three-grade sword gang.

Senior Brother Zhao Yu was hoisted up and hammered in all directions.

However, no one gloated, only felt a huge pressure, the new disciples were so powerful and demonic, if they didn't work harder, I was afraid that they would soon be completely thrown off.

No one wants to fall behind, and cultivation must be competitive, not to mention those disciples who have joined the Sword Shu Inner Sect and have an infinitely bright future.

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Jiang Linglong wore a veil and came to the small courtyard of the eighth-hundredth seat, there was actually not much in the courtyard.

The courtyard is actually not important, it is more of an identity, mainly to settle in the Sword Pavilion, and have the opportunity to go to the Demon Que Yongdao to withstand the baptism of the pressure of the two worlds.

Therefore, most of the time, the disciples in the Sword Pavilion would run to the Demon Que Yongdao instead of staying in the courtyard.

Like Zhao Yu, it is relatively rare to be challenged twice a day, and it is even rarer to lose the most important thing.

And when the disciple of the 800th seat returned, he would not say anything when he encountered this situation, and the fight was over.

If you win, you can continue to stay, if you lose, then obediently give way, this is the competition of the Sword Shu Inner Sect.

The door of Fang Lang's small courtyard was closed, he was practicing, Jiang Linglong glanced at it from a distance, and also stepped back to his small courtyard.

Huangji Sword Pavilion, 799th Courtyard.

Fang Lang didn't know that Lao Jiang also came to the Sword Shu Sect, and by the way, he also picked Zhao Yu off.

He was immersed in cultivation at the moment, and he ran this exercise, transforming the aura in the dantian cyclone into sword qi little by little, and the sword qi that was originally transformed in his body also changed his toughness through the recorded operation route.

The importance of the exercises for practitioners is self-evident, because they are used to lay the foundation for monks.

If the foundation is not solid, the floor will naturally not be high.

However, Fang Lang was still able to continue to absorb the aura, it stands to reason that he had reached the ninth rank sword master, and was at the critical time when the aura was turning into sword qi, and the physical body could no longer absorb the aura.

However, Fang Lang is not just a sword cultivator, he is also a martial arts cultivator, a martial arts cultivator, and a Confucian cultivator who knows a little bit......

In order to complete martial arts cultivation, martial arts cultivation and other cultivation, it is necessary to absorb aura.

The reason why not too many people try to do it is because it takes more time and energy than it does alone.

After switching the state of bonding, Fang Lang, around his body, four phantoms appeared.

Jiang Linglong's, Ni Wen's, Liu Bubai's and Wei Sheng's phantoms, with the help of the four phantoms, Fang Lang's cultivation speed became extremely fast.

Fang Lang opened his eyes, and there was a slight air flow on his body, blowing his clothes to float.

He looked at the four phantoms and fell into deep thought.

The previous double repair card gave him a little inspiration.

"Sword cultivation, art cultivation, martial arts ......"

"Is it possible to let these fetters and phantoms be divided into different types of targeted cultivation?"

"For example, Ni Wen is a martial artist, so let her assist my martial artist to practice together, absorb the aura needed for technical cultivation, and Wei Sheng is a martial artist, so let him assist my martial artist to practice together."

Fang Lang pondered.

Thinking about it like this, Fang Lang directly complied.

Triple Purpose!

It will definitely increase the speed of cultivation greatly!

After all, if it weren't for a little chance, Fang Lang would not be able to go far on the road of martial arts cultivation and martial arts.

In the midst of Fang Lang's surging thoughts, the fetter phantom really moved.

Ni Wen and Wei Sheng's phantoms absorbed aura through spirit crystals.

Jiang Linglong and Liu Bubai's phantoms are operating.

In the three-pronged way, Fang Lang's spiritual thoughts were consumed violently and the burden was heavier, but the effect was excellent.

Fang Lang was overjoyed and began to maintain this state of affairs and continue to cultivate!

The spirit crystals are being consumed, the system experience is rising, and the sword cultivation aura is also slowly transforming into sword qi, and the speed of cultivation is slowly increasing.

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A quarter of an hour later.

Fang Lang opened his eyes, exhaled a breath, he dispersed the state of four fetters, raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, although it was said to be a three-pronged approach, but in fact, he was the only one who was in charge, and it was his spiritual thoughts that were consumed.

"It would be nice if I could open the double repair card a few more times."

Chasing books and reading books. The double repair card does not consume spiritual thoughts, which is extremely refreshing.

Fang Lang muttered.

For the first time, he discovered the beauty of double cultivation.

didn't continue to practice, Elder Ji said that he was going to gather in the martial arts arena, and then it seemed that he was going to go to the Sword Shu Sect's Tibetan Sword Tower.

It should be to take new disciples to choose suitable exercises.

Exercises are the key to every sect, and they are also the capital of the sect, why the students of the academy are desperately trying to be admitted to the sect, it is for the exercises, because only by mastering the exercises, the speed of practice will be accelerated!

Walking out of the courtyard, Fang Lang saw Jiang Linglong, who also walked out of the courtyard next door.

"Old ginger?"

Fang Lang was surprised, he had just turned on the meditation array, so he didn't know what sad things were happening outside.

Jiang Linglong nodded coldly, Fang Lang instantly understood, and couldn't help but think of that Senior Brother Zhao Yu with some sympathy.

Fang Lang did not have an in-depth exchange with Lao Jiang and practice, and the two left the Sword Pavilion and rushed to the martial arts arena.

On the martial arts arena, Liu Bubai and Ni Wen had already been waiting there, not only them, Fang Lang and Jiang Linglong also saw a few figures, which were other disciples recruited by the Sword Shu Sect, and there were also some disciples who had been admitted to the Inner Sect from the Outer Sect.

A few of them had a relationship with Fang Lang in the scientific expedition, but they don't remember it very clearly.

Fang Lang threw out the "Character Scan" with great interest, but he quickly retracted his gaze in disappointment, the roots of these new disciples could only be regarded as ordinary.

Grabbing. Most of them are Huangpin root bones, and for today's Fang Lang, the help of Huangpin root bones is not too great.

Wen Ting was wearing a blue cloth shirt and a sword at his waist, and he was standing in the martial arts arena at the moment, holding a gourd and drinking the wolfberry tea inside.

Elder Scar Ji came over fiercely, glanced at everyone, and nodded with satisfaction: "It's all here?" Then let's go to the Tibetan Sword Tower together. ”

"Maybe you have practiced other exercises before, but some exercises may not be suitable for you, when you enter the Tibetan Sword Tower, it is not you who choose the exercises, but the exercises that choose you, if you encounter the right exercises, you can practice it."

Elder Ji said.

The next moment, Elder Ji raised his hand and gently lifted it up.

Fang Lang suddenly felt that a sword qi was growing out of thin air under his feet, surging like a cloud, as if it was soaring through the clouds.

This method is really strong.

The group galloped under the drag of the sword qi, and soon, they flew over several peaks and descended on a building built on top of the peak.

This is an ancient building, there is an ancient bell on the top, and there is an old man sitting next to the ancient clock, closing his eyes and recuperating, and his breath is unfathomable.

Elder Ji appeared in front of this attic with his new disciples, and bowed his hand slightly towards the old man next to the ancient bell.

"Seniors, this year's new disciples have entered the sect, and Ji Mo specially brought them to choose exercises and invite seniors to open the building."

On the roof of the building, the old man opened his cloudy eyes, and there seemed to be a whirlwind in his eyes, and he glanced over.

The gaze first fell on Lao Jiang, then on Ni Wen, one by one, and finally on Fang Lang's body.

The old man only felt that there seemed to be a flash of purple light in his eyes.

"Huh?"

"Mutant Root Bone?!"

The old man was surprised.

"This new disciple, not bad."

The old man said.

Then, the old man flicked his sleeves, and countless sword qi arose between heaven and earth, and on the top of the building, the sea of clouds rolled, and between the roar of countless clouds, it seemed to turn into a mysterious magic array.

巘戅九饼 Chinese戅. Crunch......

The door, like firewood, quietly opened.

"Enter the Tibetan Sword Building, remember, don't fight, don't rob, there will be exercises to find you, if there is really no practice to find you, don't panic, don't be embarrassed, you will get a basic exercise compensation before leaving the building."

The old man's hoarse voice came from the rooftop.

Then, the old man raised his hand, grabbed the hanging stake, and pushed it lightly.

The stake slammed into the ancient bell.

"W-"

The bell rang far away.

"Enter the building!"

The old voice was wrapped in the bell, as if it was lingering in the tumbling sea of clouds, long and long.

In front of this ancient pavilion built on the top of the mountain, Elder Ji looked at each new disciple seriously.

"Now when you enter the building, remember not to use brute force to choose exercises, just let it be."

Elder Ji said lightly.

Then, let the disciples step on the ancient stairs in an orderly manner and enter the Tibetan Sword Tower.

Fang Lang also followed the team and stepped into it, there were no waves, Fang Lang's mentality was actually very peaceful.

Mainly, he already has it, this exercise is his reward for becoming the champion, it is a high-grade exercise on the ground level, and the grade can be said to be extremely high!

It is basically impossible for Fang Lang to change the exercises, so this time when he entered the pavilion, Fang Lang felt that he was probably ...... It's just going through the motions.

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Outside the pavilion, it became clean.

Elder Scar Ji stood, looking at the disciples who had disappeared in front of the Hidden Sword Tower with deep eyes.

Wen Ting drank wolfberry tea and said with a smile: "This Tibetan Sword Tower is the capital of the Sword Shu Sect that has lasted for thousands of years, and there are 100,000 exercises in it, including 10 earth-level exercises and 800 Xuan-level exercises......"

"Does Elder Ji think someone can get the Ground Rank Exercises?"

Elder Ji had a cold face, glanced at Wen Ting, and said, "When you first entered the Hidden Sword Tower, how many exercises did you attract entanglement?" ”

"Three hundred."

Wen Ting said with a smile.

"Of course, the amount of exercises that can be induced varies from person to person."

Elder Ji sneered: "You kid remembers it quite clearly." ”

"I don't know about others, anyway, Fang Lang's little guy will definitely be able to get a ground-level exercise."

"Lao Tzu has no brains to bet on him!"

Then, Elder Ji raised his hand and waved, and a sword qi floated on the flat ground, as if it had turned into a mirror, reflecting the picture in the Hidden Sword Tower.

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Fang Lang stepped into the Hidden Sword Tower, and felt that behind the endless darkness in front of him, there was a brilliant white light.

A wooden corridor with no end in sight appeared before his eyes.

On the left and right sides of the corridor, there are towering bookshelves, and the ceiling is also blocked by bookshelves.

The bookshelves are separated by lattices, and in each compartment is a booklet of exercises, next to the booklet, accompanied by a short sword, the booklet exudes a faint light, but the dark sword building is bright.

The picture is very shocking, Fang Lang has entered the world of the library, except for the long corridor ahead, surrounded by bookshelves.

Fang Lang walked forward, and the short swords in the shelves trembled slightly.

This is the Hidden Sword Tower?!

What is hidden is the sword, what is hidden is the exercise, and what is hidden is also the inheritance of the sect!

Fang Lang calmed down, and the light of the candle flame scattered from nowhere, and the pavilion where it shone was bright.

The soles of the feet stepped on the ancient pavilion, making a creaking sound, and Fang Lang moved forward, not in a hurry or slowly, and the green shirt was slow.

Toggle the state of the four bonds.

Grabbing. After the state switch, Fang Lang suddenly felt the sword intent seed in his dantian cyclone shake slightly.

Airplanes......

Suddenly, the small swords that trembled in the shelves of the bookshelves let out a crisp hum.

Then, it turned into an arc of lightning and shot towards Fang Lang!

Fang Lang was shocked, but after the small sword was extremely fast, it was extremely quiet, quietly suspended on Fang Lang's side, as if waiting for the flop.

Fang Lang exhaled, but it was sudden, and the sound of sonic booms exploded one after another.

The small swords in the lattices of the bookshelves shot out at a rapid speed, and when they approached Fang Lang's side, they were all quietly suspended.

The sonic boom exploded, then became quiet.

Unconsciously, Fang Lang was hovering more and more exercises.

The level of the exercise can be determined according to the light emitted by the exercise, and the brighter the light, the higher the grade of the exercise!

Fang Lang even saw one after another of exercises that seemed to be turning on high beams, breaking through the other exercises and squeezing in front of him.

Fang Lang was dumbfounded, feeling that his surroundings seemed to have turned into a sea of light!

He was surrounded by exercises!

What for?

I don't need the exercises anymore.

But in this case, if you don't choose one, will you not be able to get out of this building?

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Outside the Hidden Sword Building.

Elder Ji and Wen Ting, as well as the old man sitting on the roof of the building, also cast their eyes on the sword qi mirror in front of them.

What is projected in the mirror is the situation of many disciples in the Hidden Sword Tower.

"Forty-two parts of the induction exercises, okay, next."

Elder Ji glanced at it, and with a wave of his hand, the picture changed to another disciple, and the light in the sword qi mirror instantly dimmed.

"There are eighteen induction exercises, and at most one yellow-level exercise can be matched."

Elder Ji kept commenting.

Then the picture turned, and Liu Bubai's figure appeared, and the surrounding light was extremely bright.

"Huh? One hundred and nine induction exercises? This sub-root bone is only ordinary, but the affinity of this exercise is not bad, and it should be able to pick a Xuan-level exercise, which is worth one-third of Wen Ting. ”

Wen Ting was speechless, he became a unit of measurement?

Then came Ni Wen's picture, the picture became brighter and brighter, and the number of exercises triggered reached three hundred, most of which were martial exercises.

This is still the case when there are relatively few techniques in the Hidden Sword Building.

Elder Ji nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, a Wen Ting." ”

The picture in the sword qi mirror changed again, turning into Jiang Linglong's scene.

But I saw endless brilliance sparkling and dazzling!

Elder Ji and Wen Ting both gasped.

"Six hundred!"

A look of approval appeared on Elder Ji's face: "It is worthy of being the daughter of King Jiang Wu, the ground-level exercises are stable, and in addition, it is worth two Wen Ting." ”

Wen Ting: "......"

What about Fang Lang?

Wen Ting and Elder Ji were both a little expectant and curious, how many exercises could this champion, this little guy who has repeatedly created miracles, induce?

The picture in the sword qi mirror turned.

The endless white light is dazzling, and the bright is completely white.

Such a bright light made Elder Ji and Wen Ting instantly change color.

Above the pavilion, the old-timer also changed color: "Impossible! ”

"Three thousand exercises are around you, there is a problem with this son!"

The scars on Elder Ji's face were dancing, and he was very excited: "It is worthy of the little guy who pulled out the sword of the Taihua Sect Master!" ”

"It's no problem! The disciple that the Taihua Sect Master valued, how could there be a problem! ”

"This son, ten Wen Ting!"

巘戅书warehouse网shUc&#戅。 Wen Ting: "......"

He was still a little excited, but suddenly he felt bored.

Mu Ran was speechless, unplugged the gourd, and took a sip of wolfberry tea to suppress the shock.

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