Heavy snow falls, and the higher the mountain, the more snow falls.

On the top of Shu Mountain, among the four peaks that symbolize the Four Poles Sword Pavilion, there is a sound of breaking the sky, tearing the clouds and snow.

One by one, the white-clothed Shengxue, spit out a breath of sword qi from the bottom of his heart, and carried the momentum of wind and thunder, and the disciples of the sword out of the mountain peak, were as chic as an immortal who came out of the pavilion.

Fang Lang, who deliberately went back to the courtyard and changed into the white clothes of a disciple of the Sword Shu Sect, walked out of the courtyard and saw Jiang Linglong holding an oil-paper umbrella to block the flying snow.

The girl is also a white dress, like a hibiscus out of the water.

The two raised their heads, and the senior brothers and sisters flying above their heads turned into sword lights, like ten thousand swords returning to the sect, and galloped towards Shushan Daping.

Fang Lang and Jiang Linglong looked at each other and smiled, and then the two of them also spit out sword qi from their hearts, and the sword came out of the yellow pole!

It is like a hundred rivers converging into the sea, merging into the torrent of swords of many brothers and sisters.

Sword Shu Sect, Shushan Daping.

The snow on the big flat was all cleaned up, and on a building on the big flat, Chao Xiaojian was dressed in white snow and stood with his chest and belly exposed, which looked a little uninhibited and dazzling in this cold snow.

Elder Ji, Wen Ting and other powerhouses of the Sword Shu Sect also stood on their sides, raising their heads one after another, looking at the disciples of the Sword Shu Sect who had come from tearing the wind and snow, with a smile on their faces.

In addition to the disciples of the Tianji Sword Pavilion who had been fighting and cultivating in the demon gate all year round, the other Sword Pavilion disciples, as well as the disciples who had not entered the Sword Pavilion, all gathered one after another.

Thousands of white-clothed people gathered together, and the picture was quite shocking, and some disciples who hadn't seen each other for a long time looked at each other tacitly and smiled.

Some inquired about the progress of cultivation, and some agreed to team up to enter the demon gate together next time, and the atmosphere was harmonious, but it dispelled the chill of the heavy snow covering the mountain.

Fang Lang and Jiang Linglong came with their swords, and were beckoned by Elder Ji and Wen Jiaoxi.

Liu Bubai and Ni Wen had already stayed there.

"Have you heard about the Hidden Dragon Resource War?"

Wen Ting looked at Fang Lang and the four of them and asked with a smile.

Then, without waiting for Fang Lang to speak, he introduced the details of the Hidden Dragon Resource Battle and its importance to the Sword Shu Sect.

It's similar to what Xiao Lingjian said, but it's more detailed.

"Isn't there half a year left in the Hidden Dragon Resource War?"

Jiang Linglong suddenly asked.

Elder Ji on the side spoke: "The edict just came from Chang'an, Emperor Tang opened his mouth, and this year's Hidden Dragon Resource War will be held together with the Holy Emperor's birthday celebration. ”

"Therefore, there are less than ten days left before the Hidden Dragon Resource War."

When Fang Lang heard this, his eyebrows couldn't help but raise: "So anxious? ”

"Originally, only new disciples could participate in the Hidden Dragon Resource War, because the new disciples were the least influenced by the resources, and half a year was just right, but this time, because Emperor Tang opened his mouth, the resource war was advanced."

"However, it doesn't have much impact."

"And...... This time in the Hidden Dragon Resource Battle, Emperor Tang personally ordered that at least one genius of an alien race should participate in the battle among the participating teams of each sect, and be led by an old disciple. ”

"Therefore, this time the hidden dragon resource war cannot be said to be a hidden dragon, the difficulty will be much higher than the previous ones, and the uncertainties and risk factors are also much higher."

Elder Ji spoke in a deep voice.

Fang Lang and the others fell into deep thought, but they didn't have time to ask.

Chao Xiaojian on the platform spoke, and what he said was the same as what Elder Ji said, mentioning the upcoming hidden dragon resource war, and it was necessary for an old disciple of the sect to select a professional fourth-grade old disciple to participate in and join the team to participate in the resource war together.

No wonder many disciples are gathered in Shushan Daping.

There was a sound of discussion on the big flat, and then, after passing the screening, the chief of the Xuanji Sword Pavilion was promoted.

Because the cultivation of the disciples of the Earth Pole and the Heavenly Pole Sword Pavilion surpassed the lower four grades, only the Xuanji Chief was qualified to participate.

Fang Lang's gaze projected.

From the list information given by Xiao Lingjian, he knew the name of the chief of the Xuanji Sword Pavilion, Huang Ying, the peak of the artistic conception of the Four Rank Sword.

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Age: 25

Cultivation is: Nine-section sword artistic conception

Root Bone: 22 (Gold)

Introduction: She once dreamed of going to the end of the world with a sword

……

The information was presented in front of Fang Lang's eyes, and the root bone was also very good, and it was also a gold root bone, but it was still a little worse than Wen Jiaoxi.

This is a senior sister.

It is said that Fang Lang also had a relationship, that is, when he asked Jian Dabi before, the senior sister who came to greet him.

Acquaintance with Wen Jiaoxi, now it seems that this senior sister came to pick up Wen Jiaoxi.

Tsk, it's greasy.

Fang Lang glanced at Wen Jiaoxi, but saw that Wen Jiaoxi calmly took a sip of wolfberry tea in the gourd.

And this time gathered many disciples, not just to screen out the old disciples who participated in the Hidden Dragon Resource War, he took his hand on Xiaojian's back, glanced at the many disciples below, took a deep breath, and said: "After the Hidden Dragon Resource War, it will be the Sect Sequence Competition...... This year, many kendo sects such as the Donglu Sword Sect and the South China Sea Sword Sect are menacing. ”

"Don't let up any slackness."

"In the Tang Dynasty, when it comes to the kendo sect, only I am the sword Shu! Jian Shu used to be the first, and one day, Jian Shu will be the first again! ”

The sound of the little sword shattered the snowstorm.

The white-clothed sword Shu disciples on the big flat had their eyes shining like fire in the heavy snow.

"Calm down, sit."

At the end of the mobilization of the small sword, with a flick of his sleeves, there seemed to be a sword intent under the big ping, like a flower blooming.

On the big flat, the disciples sat cross-legged on the ground.

Fang Lang, Jiang Linglong and other new disciples didn't understand very well, and Elder Ji hurriedly reminded: "Sit in place, the main sect has preached, listen carefully, this will be of great help to you." ”

"The sermon of a top nine products in the world of Datang is a pleasure and opportunity for anyone."

Even Elder Ji was on his knees.

Fang Lang, Jiang Linglong, Ni Wen and Liu Bubai sat cross-legged.

The heavens and the earth were silent, and suddenly the wind and snow stopped.

Chao Xiaojian was white-clothed and uninhibited, scanned many disciples, crossed his knees on the platform, and slowly spoke.

The blessing of spiritual thoughts in the voice of the words formed a unique meaning and fluctuation, as if every disciple was brought into a magnificent kendo world.

Chao Xiaojian is expounding on his understanding of the sword, which can help every disciple to have a deeper understanding of the way of the sword.

Before listening to the sermon, Fang Lang chose to bind Wen Jiaoxi.

"System, binding bonding objects...... Wen Ting. ”

"Ding! ...... in system detection"

"Ding, the object of the detection bond is cultivated to the nine-stage sword artistic conception, it is expected to take seven days, is it binding?"

A system prompt pops up.

Fang Lang raised his eyebrows, it's only been seven days?

This binding time is a bit shorter than expected.

When he was a fifth-rank sword apprentice before, it took three days to bind Lao Jiang of the eighth-rank sword master, and it stands to reason that it should take longer to bind Wen Jiaoxi.

Maybe...... Is it because of the "emptiness" of Wen Jiaoxi?

"Ding! The detection host has a punch card ×1 and a punch card fragment ×2, which can offset the seven-day time. ”

After thinking about it for a while, Fang Lang chose to exchange and bind.

"Ding! The binding is successful, I wish you a happy practice! ”

……

Bond: Wen Ting

Age: 28

Cultivation is: Nine Sections of Sword Intent

Root Bone: 89 (Gold)

Cultivation speed: 18 spirit crystals/hour

[The current state of the fetter object, feeding the sword in the ......]

……

Fang Lang glanced at Wen Ting's basic information, there was no such strange thing as bloodline talent.

But there is an introduction that solves Fang Lang's doubts.

Originally, Fang Lang had always been very curious, Wen Jiaoxi had such a backbone, he shouldn't be twenty-eight years old, it was just a sword artistic conception.

Now it seems that it is because it has something to do with this "feeding the sword with the body".

Of course, it's also because the cultivation of Wen Jiaoxi is not high, otherwise it is really difficult to bind.

This kind of bone is already one in a million.

It didn't take too long to bind Wen Ting as the object of bonding.

There is one remaining fetter position, Fang Lang will keep it first, and see if there is a suitable object for binding in this hidden dragon resource battle.

Fang Lang switched to the state of five bonds, and his comprehension ability was greatly improved in an instant.

Listening to Chao Xiaojian's preaching, the heavens and the earth seemed to be still, only the supreme principle of the sword was spreading, like one brilliant flower after another blooming in the heart of every disciple of the Sword Shu Sect, benefiting a lot, and the doubts in the way of the sword suddenly opened up.

……

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Following.

The snow stopped, and the long-lost warm sunlight shone down from the sky, making people feel warm and lazy.

On the martial arts arena, white clothes are like white lotuses blooming in the sun.

Fang Lang, Jiang Linglong, Ni Wen, and Liu Bubai packed their bags and stood in the martial arts arena of Pre-Sword Peak, waiting to go to Chang'an together.

This trip to Chang'an will not only participate in the Hidden Dragon Resource War, but also participate in the Holy Emperor's Birthday Celebration.

Elder Ji, Wen Ting and Chao Xiaojian turned into sword blossoms and fell from the sky and landed on the martial arts arena.

In the distance, the old disciple Huang Ying carried the sword box on his back, tied his black hair, and came slowly.

And beside her, there is a wild figure, who is an alien genius who has joined the team this time.

Fang Lang was stunned, because he found out that this alien genius was the alien girl brother Shu Yuehua who was hammered and exploded by his collarbone without speaking of martial arts.

The girl was very wild, but after changing into the white shirt of the disciple of the Sword Shu Sect, she looked much more elegant.

She grinned, revealing her little tiger teeth, but staring at Fang Lang's eyes, which was very unkind.

Her injuries have been completely healed, after all, they are only skin injuries, and a pill is basically fine, but that kind of psychological trauma is difficult to heal in a short time.

"This time, everyone is participating in the resource war on behalf of the Sword Shu Sect, and we need to value peace and work together."

Said to Xiaojian.

On the martial arts field, he flicked his sleeves towards the small sword, and the sword intent surged up, wrapped around the bodies of the disciples, broke into the clouds, and flew over the sunny sea of clouds.

Turned into a sword rainbow, pulled out a rainbow of sword qi, and galloped in a dashing manner.

……

……

"The resource war is in charge of the Tang Rite Department and Dali Temple, and most of the sects in the world are qualified to participate, second-rate, first-class and top ten sects, a total of more than 300 sects."

The center of power in the Tang Dynasty, the ancient city shrouded in heavy snow, gradually appeared in the eyes of Fang Lang and others.

Familiar ancient city, familiar taste.

Since the end of the scientific expedition, half a month, he Fang Lang has returned to Chang'an!

As Huang Ying, who had participated in the resource war, she was explaining the rules of the resource war to Fang Lang and other new disciples.

Huang Ying is a very gentle woman, she is like a gentle big sister to everyone, and only when she faces Wen Ting, she will have a cold face.

"Senior sister, this resource war...... Will there be dead people? ”

On the side, Brother Shu Yuehua, who was grinning with little tiger teeth, asked.

Huang Ying glanced at Ge Shu Yuehua, but she didn't treat her differently because she was of a different race, she still smiled gently, but her face was a little serious: "The resource war is different from the scientific examination of the students of the academy, because the competition is for resources, interests, and cultivation. ”

"In the process of fighting, it is natural to go all out, so life and death are unpredictable."

"However, the imperial court will send the strong men of Dali Temple to be responsible for maintaining order and minimizing the degree of death."

After Huang Ying finished speaking, everyone fell silent, and the atmosphere seemed to be much heavier.

"Cultivation is the pursuit of immortality, but death is the ultimate destination of cultivation."

Chao Xiaojian glanced at everyone and said lightly.

"Don't worry, senior sister, I will do my best to protect you." Huang Ying smiled softly and said.

There was a hint of firmness in his eyes.

Around Chang'an City, there are all kinds of brilliant lights speeding in.

There are sumptuous flying swords, handsome horses pulling galloping carriages, and huge magic roulette wheels sweeping across the sky.

It is like a hundred rivers converging into the sea, pulling out one trace after another on the sky, converging into Chang'an City.

In front of the ancient and majestic Chang'an City.

One after another streamers fell, because the iron law in Chang'an City was empty, and it was forbidden to enter the city in the sky, so the strong men of each sect all fell in front of the city gate.

The snow in front of the city gate had been swept away, revealing a large clearing.

With the fall of the strong men of the sect, the figures gathered.

The gate of Chang'an City was closed, and above the tower, the soldiers who defended the city in armor were cold and carried knives.

Fang Lang looked left and right in the team and saw many familiar figures.

For example, Ximen Xianxian, who joined the concept of fate, Li Yuanzhen, who was beaten by the bells and whistles with his sassy routines, and the honest Wei Sheng.

"Brother Lang! Let's meet again, make an appointment with the workshop secretary tonight? ”

Ximen Xianxian spread out the paper fan and invited warmly.

It's a pity that Fang Lang ruthlessly rejected it, and Ximen Xianxian shook his head regretfully.

In the crowd, Wei Sheng also saw Fang Lang, and smiled innocently at Fang Lang, and around him, burly companions looked at him curiously.

It has only been more than half a month since the Datang scientific expedition, and they are also curious about this year's bells and whistles.

Rumble!

A sharp sword burst swiftly swept in, rolling up a thousand piles of snow.

"The team of the Donglu Sword Sect is here."

Huang Ying said.

"The Donglu Sword Sect can be said to be our biggest competitor in this resource war."

Huang Ying's face was very serious.

Xiao Jian's white clothes and white hair glanced at him lightly.

The sword qi dissipated, and the Donglu Sword Saint Nanye appeared as cold as frost, and the eyebrows were still the same.

The smile on Fang Lang's face disappeared, and he glanced at Nan Yehuo, staring at his severed arm for a while longer.

Nan Yehuo's face became more and more cold.

Nanye Huo's side is the team of Donglu Sword Sect this time.

Huang Ying saw the old disciple of the leader of the Donglu Sword Sect, and his expression condensed slightly.

"It's actually Lin Musha, the most famous genius of the Donglu Sword Sect this year! It is said that he got the inheritance of a deceased sword immortal in the Donglu Sword Shrine! ”

Hearing that there was a genius, Fang Lang suddenly became interested, his eyes swept over, and he directly threw out a scan.

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Age: 23

Cultivation is: Nine Sections of Sword Intent

Root Bone: 79 (Gold)

Introduction: Don't think about it, her hatred for you is off the charts

……

Fang Lang was stunned for a moment, the root bones were okay, but this introduction ......

On the side, Wen Ting said lazily: "Don't look at it, she has a younger brother named Lin Yun, surprised?" ”

When Fang Lang heard this, he was speechless, he finally understood the meaning of the system introduction.

Lin Musha seemed to feel Fang Lang's gaze, and came coldly, looking at a petal of flying snow falling between heaven and earth.

Poof!

The flying snow in sight was instantly crushed to pieces.

Crunch crunch......

As many sect teams gathered, the city gate of Chang'an slowly opened.

In Chang'an City, there are many welcoming people walking out.

Princess Pei was dressed in red, and excitedly ran out with small steps, accompanied by Zao Wou-Ki and the cool Pei Xiao, who came out to greet them.

Jiang Linglong saw the appearance of his mother, and immediately smiled.

He also took two steps forward, ready to meet his mother's enthusiasm.

"Yikes! Xiao Lang is here, are there any new poems recently? ”

However, Princess Pei directly missed Jiang Linglong, and came directly in front of Fang Lang, stomping small steps, rubbing her hands angrily, and said excitedly.

Jiang Linglong's movements froze in place, wearing a veil, and his eyes became more and more cold like icebergs.

The snow around me was a little heavy.

Scold.

This mother, don't do it.

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