[Chapter Word Count:3932Last Updated:2014-12-2018:00:15.0]

Listening to his reminder, everyone knew that they were about to fly up the mountain, and they would be a member of the inner gate of the Xianyun Sect in the future, and they were not only excited but also a little nervous.

Standing next to Lie Pan was a young Martial Sect, that young man was younger than Lie Pandu, the youngest of this batch of Martial Sects, only fifteen years old, a second-order Martial Sect. When the Black Iron King instigated everyone before, he was one of the few people who never had a crooked idea from beginning to end. At this time, although it is the lowest strength among the martial arts sects, but the comprehension is not bad, just listen to the seventh senior brother to concentrate on the method of stepping on the sword once, he has already made a decision, sensed the location of the soul in the flying sword, and stood firmly on his feet.

The broad longsword shook violently suddenly, like the feeling of a sports car suddenly starting and then suddenly firing again. But it was the shaking that made countless martial sects above tremble hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, originally there were a few martial sects who had already mastered the effect of communicating with the soul of the instrument, but at this time they were also panicked by this shaking, their feet slipped, they lost contact with the soul of the instrument, and almost fell out directly. The same is true of the young man standing beside Lie Pan, who planted it forward and hit Lie Pan.

Previously, Lie Pan faced dozens of Martial Sects alone, and he destroyed the domineering strength of the Black Iron King with one move, but it left a deep impression in the minds of these Martial Sects. The boy bumped into him at this time, and immediately shuddered, for fear of being blasted out by this hot-tempered fierce man. But seeing that the fierce man did not get angry, but stretched out a strong hand to gently hold him: "Pay attention, calm your spirit, pay attention to your feet, and don't be interfered with by external demons." Oh, the imperial weapon is flying, 10,000 meters in the air, if a trance falls, it will be shattered. ”

As he spoke, a stream of divine thoughts gently sent in, guiding the young man's soul to concentrate, and the soul of the flying sword weapon under his feet was induced, and he immediately re-stabilized.

Lie Pan let go of his hand with a smile, and the young man looked at him gratefully: "Thank you, thank you, my name is Qin Ming!"

"Come on. Lie Pan smiled and pointed to Zhong Ming in front of him: "That Senior Brother Zhong didn't plan to let us pass the test like this." ”

Young Qin Ming's face immediately became solemn again, and he closed his mouth and nodded.

"Hahaha! Now that I know that this test is not over, then this senior brother should not shout yet, and I will talk about it when I have the ability to get to the mountain gate!" Zhong Ming laughed loudly in front of him, and the divine thought of the imperial envoy, and the giant sword suddenly accelerated, like an arrow from the string shooting out of the air!

The speed of the flight of the Imperial Weapon is far faster than the speed of any human being's two legs. On weekdays, I don't feel it when I see those immortals flying high in the air, coming and going like meteors and lightning. But when you stand on this flying sword in person, you will know what kind of speed Edgeworth flies!

The powerful inertia and thrust instantly threw out more than a dozen people who were already standing on the flying sword! These were all people who had poor comprehension and failed to grasp the method of communicating with the soul in the first place. There is nowhere to focus on the smooth sword body that is not slippery, and there is no place to focus on the smooth sword body that does not slip away, and there is no reason to eat this huge force to accelerate, how can there be a reason not to fall and fly out? I didn't even shake it.

The dozen or so martial artists who were thrown off fell to the ground and fell to their noses and swollen faces, and before they could get up, they hurriedly shouted: "Wait for us! Wait for us!"

How could Zhong Ming wait for them! This time, there are too many people in the Ten Thousand Beast Forest Assessment, and although the Hidden Dragon Hall has always pursued the principle of having a fate, it does not prohibit those who break through the mountain to be opportunistic. But this situation is really unprecedented. These people can catch up with this luck, of course, they have a fate with the Immortal Dao. However, the resources of the Hidden Dragon Hall are limited, and a large number of cultivation resources will be distributed to these cloth-clothed disciples every month, if hundreds or even two or three hundred new disciples are suddenly added, most of them will directly have the qualification of two-star cloth-clothed disciples when they enter the hall. That would be a heavy resource burden for the entire Hidden Dragon Palace.

Therefore, the hall temporarily decided to add an additional screening level in front of the mountain gate, which was handled by three five-star cloth disciples, who were also three of the Seven Masters of the Hidden Dragon, and the screening method was arbitrary.

Zhong Ming deliberately flew with a naked sword to carry people, and only passed on a simple set of 'standing sword' verbal duels to everyone, which was actually not difficult, just to test the understanding of these newcomers in terms of divine soul ideas. If you really have talent in this area, then you can still do this most basic standing on the sword after learning oral decision. The senior brothers of the Qianlong Hall often took the martial arts level cloth disciples out on missions, and it was very common for them to learn to stand on the flying sword on their own within a few minutes. If you can't do it, then you will naturally fail the assessment.

Although he didn't say this explicitly, these martial arts sects could guess his mind by guessing. As for breaking the golden bodies of more than 20 people before, it was purely due to Xingzhi. And those martial sects that stayed here after being screened out, don't look at the inner mountain of the Xianyun Sect, but if you want to walk to the real mountain gate of the Xianyun Sect with only two legs, you really don't know how to go to the Year of the Monkey and the Moon. What's more, although there are no demon beasts rampant in Zongmen Mountain, but at the foot of the mountain everywhere, there are many formations such as maze array phantom arrays, if these martial sects really dare to break inside, and really dare to find the location of the Hidden Dragon Peak Hidden Dragon Hall by themselves, the difficulty is many times higher than that of breaking into the Ten Thousand Beast Forest!

Originally, there were thirty-seven people who were still qualified to stand on the sword, but at this time, there was suddenly a small half, and the space on the sword seemed to be larger, and it seemed easier to stand firm without the pull of the people next to them. But the martial arts sects standing on it, except for the Lie Pan, none of them showed a loose face. For these newcomer martial sects who had just come into contact with the techniques of imperial weapon soul and communication divine thoughts, it was already difficult to keep standing firm on the sword body.

But that Zhong Ming was not enough to enjoy it, and after the flying sword flew out for about ten miles, it suddenly spun in mid-air, and the whole sword spiraled in a circle!

Turning over like this at such a high speed, not to mention that these martial arts sects' 'sword standing techniques' are completely beginners, even some familiar hands with this way are difficult to maintain a good balance under this kind of action.

The giant sword turned over, and the moment it was on its head and feet, three or four people suddenly fell down, screaming and howling miserably. Fortunately, although Zhong Ming was a tester, he was not ruthless, and the height of the sword was extremely low, and it was more than ten meters above the ground. These martial arts sects fell top-heavy, and injuries were inevitable, but with their physical conditions, it was not enough to fall to death.

After four or five turns in succession, those martial sects became more and more unstable on their feet, and the viscosity between their feet and the sword body became weaker and weaker, and they began to slide. The more panicked you are, the less focused you will be, and the easier it will be to fall.

Lie Pan only heard an exclamation beside him, and someone stumbled, and fell out in the direction of his left side in the inertial rotation, it was actually Qin Ming, who had helped him once before.

This kid is actually extremely talented in the Divine Soul Mind, and the other Martial Sects that have learned how to communicate with the Soul of the Sword are almost all peak Martial Sects, with the only two or three exceptions being the Eighth Order or the Ninth Order. Only he, a mere second-order martial sect, was able to master this skill, and it could be said that his innate divine soul was extremely strong. But the second order is the second order, just like a baby whose whole body is not fully developed, no matter how high the talent is, there will always be shortcomings. The person who was just falling down was slightly startled, and the attention that had been very barely concentrated immediately dispersed in the dizziness, and his feet lost their bond with the sword body, and he fell out!

At this time, his body lost his balance and focus, and the world was spinning in front of him, and he was panicked and anxious!

He's unlike anyone else here who is taking the test. He has a reason why he must not fail! He regards success as much more important than his own life, and if he does not succeed, he will become benevolent!

He finally came to this point, regardless of luck or something else, anyway, even the Ten Thousand Beast Forest should have been dead and lifeless for him, how could he fall in such a place!

He didn't reach around and grab or pull other people like others do. Instead, he forced himself to concentrate his mental thoughts, and at the same time as he fell out, he silently recited the oral battle standing on the sword, gathering all the trace of divine thoughts that were so faint that Wu Zong could barely feel them on his feet!

The sword body was still spinning, and before he completely fell away from the wide sword body, he calculated that the sword face should still be able to visit his feet at close range! As long as he could seize the opportunity at that moment, use the sword mantra, and let his divine thoughts and sword soul have a sense, then he could still stand on the sword body again!

The giant flying sword spun extremely fast! The wide sword surface came as scheduled, and when he was about to fall out, as he had calculated, the sword surface was only a few centimeters away from his feet that had gathered almost all his thoughts!

However, it was these few centimeters that made Qin Ming's wish completely come to naught.

In the end, he is only a second-order small martial sect, although he has some talent in terms of divine soul thoughts, but after all, it is the first time he has come into contact with divine soul thoughts. If you want to rely on that pitifully weak little divine thought, let your feet and the sword soul that is a few centimeters away have a sense in that period of a few tenths of a second...... It's too hard, or rather, it's simply an impossible task.

Qin Hai felt that his feet had a trace of induction with the sword soul, but this little induction was not enough to pull him to the sword.

The sword body passed by, and Qin Ming completely lost his balance and hope! He could only feel that his body was thrown farther and farther away by that huge inertia, and he watched the giant sword body get farther and farther away from him! He closed his eyes in pain.

However, a big hand stretched out from an angle that Qin Ming had never thought of, and suddenly grabbed his hand! And the huge pulling inertia transmitted from his body did not bring the slightest burden to that big hand, but was held tightly and forcefully by the other party!

A hearty voice sounded in Qin Ming's ears at the same time: "Heh, don't be afraid, calm down, calm down! ”

Qin Ming's heart was agitated, but he also forced himself to calm down immediately, and calm down according to the instructions of the voice.

I only felt that the sword body rotated again, and the big hand pulled Qin Ming back suddenly, and the divine thoughts on his feet had already gathered at this time, and he was pulled by the big hand, and his feet were directly touched by the sword surface, and the stickiness was suddenly born, and the whole person suddenly stood firm!

He knew he had escaped, and he was grateful to the owner of the big hand and the voice. I just wanted to open my eyes to see who helped me, but I heard the voice sound again: "Don't be distracted, concentrate your thoughts, and be careful to fall out again." ”

Qin Ming had already fallen once, and he was alert in his heart, and he really didn't dare to open his eyes and be distracted again. At this time, his brows were tightly locked, his eyes were closed, and he only tried his best to maintain the connection and balance between him and the sword and soul.

Under the control of Zhong Ming, the giant sword turned over a total of ten times!

In the midst of the screams, seven or eight more people fell down. These people don't count the light falls, and when they are frightened, they reach out and fish, pull to others, and even tear others down. Of the seven or eight people who fell, half were pulled down by others.

After ten turns, there were only twelve people left on the sword, including Zhong Ming and Lie Pan!

"Cool!" the bell rang suddenly, and the sound was like a bell, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, ringing for dozens of miles around here!

Except for the Lie Pan, I'm afraid that even if the other ten people who were lucky enough to be standing on the sword, none of them could answer the word 'cool'. Even if these ten people were in the best situation, they were about to vomit, like Qin Ming and the others, they had already vomited and stinked. It is extremely difficult to barely stand on the sword. As for those who were thrown off or fell, it was even more impossible to answer.

"Hahahaha!" Zhong Ming laughed out loud: "This is immortal cultivation! survival of the fittest! Don't complain about unfairness, don't complain about hardship and suffering, the winner is the one who stands in the end!"

As he spoke, his hand and sword pointed, the direction of the giant sword tilted slightly upward, and he flew towards the clouds in the air at a speed that was several times faster than before! In front of each of the martial sects standing on the giant sword, a wall of qi shields was raised out of thin air, helping them block the fierce wind pressure that was blowing in their faces. The sword soul under the feet also gave birth to a strong suction force in an instant, firmly sticking everyone's feet to the sword body. The giant sword no longer whirled, it flew fast, fast and steady, and in the blink of an eye, it had disappeared into the thick clouds in the air and disappeared without a trace!

ps:This chapter is nearly 4000.,Make up for the number of words missing in the chapter at noon.,There's a change around 9 o'clock.,Flowers and click to add more chapters around 11 o'clock in the evening.。 ==!The mad god seems to have set the threshold of adding more to a lower level.,I'm going to die......