Standing not far from the Qingshan Sword Ridge, Fang Chen took a step towards the Sword Ridge after getting the nod and approval of the old peak master of the Humble Peak.

In the lower three realms of martial arts practice, the symbol of stepping into the initial realm is that the Yuan of Heaven and Earth operates in the Zhou Tian of the formation of the twelve meridians in the body, until a 'mansion' carrying the martial yuan is derived from the dantian acupoint in the abdomen.

Martial Arts Yuanhai.

Fang Chen, who had cultivated the Sword Yuan Jue on the top of the Qingshan Sword Cliff, had suffered in pain for three months, and the harvest was not only the body of the Sword Yuan, but also the sword intent of the thousands of sword qi remaining in the Sword Cliff to advance his cultivation and enter the initial realm.

There was already a majestic Sword Dao Yuan Sea in his abdomen, and although Fang Chen, who had officially stepped into the cultivator sequence, had not yet fully controlled the sword yuan in his body, the cultivator's far more ordinary physique still made it easy for him to walk to the foot of the Sword Ridge Mountain.

Look up.

Densely packed with sword shadows.

This Sword Ridge, which can be called the first peak of Qingshan, is not among the seven main peaks, and its height is far inferior to the surrounding main peaks, but it has a unique kendo true meaning that is consistent with Qingshan's will.

Born to reject the north, fighting to the death.

The young man standing under the Sword Ridge, because of the three months of penance on the Sword Cliff, the robe of the Qingshan disciple was cut out by the sword qi and the cloth fluttered in the wind, and the sweat-stained hair was even more messy on the top of his head.

But in the dilapidated alleys of Frost City, I often heard those old people talk about Fang Chen, who was the Qingshan Sword Immortal who refused to slay the demon in the north, but he did not rush to the Sword Ridge like the rest of the new disciples.

Instead, he stood at the foot of Jianling Mountain, tidied up his messy robes, tied his hair with strips of cloth torn from the robes, and solemnly bowed to the entire Jianling.

Qingshan buries the bones of the faithful everywhere, why should the horse leather shroud be returned.

These heroes of the Stygian Sea and their swords deserve this salute.

On the cliff used to observe the ceremony in the distance of the Sword Ridge, all the high-level leaders of the Qingshan Peaks gathered here, and the Great Elder who noticed Fang Chen's actions and the Humble Peak Old Peak Master who had just returned here glanced at each other, and the fierce light in his eyes suddenly softened by the people from the Great Xia.

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"Great Elder, the Inspector Division came to Qingshan this time, one is to observe the ceremony, and the other is a batch of files handed over to His Majesty shortly before nightfall, Lord Greedy Wolf proposes to let the Inspector Division check again, lest the Vermilion Killing Order omit some people who are immortal in great calamity.

Just like the orphan of the Fang family in Frost City. ”

Not far from the Great Elder of Qingshan, the Great Xia Patrol Division, who was standing on both sides of the Qingshan Masters with the Yunmeng Daze Martial Artists, also noticed Fang Chen's unusual behavior at the foot of Jianling Mountain.

The narrow Dan Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, Dongfang Yao turned around and saluted the Great Elder of Qingshan, and then said with a smile on his face.

"When did the Great Xia Inspection Division get so close to the nightfall, and even took on the responsibility of cleaning up the aftermath of the nightfall file.

As for the night dossier and the Fang family's orphans, what does it have to do with Qingshan?"

Knowing the intention of the Inspection Division, the Great Elder Qingshan frowned slightly, but instead asked with a pretended puzzlement.

Dongfang Yao, who was dressed in a corset official robe, heard this, but smiled evilly as if he had expected it, and crushed a jade cylinder on his waist without a trace.

Then, in just an instant, a young man dressed in the robe of a Qingshan disciple escorted a woman to the cliff.

"Meet the elders, the disciples have something important to report. ”

This Qingshan disciple in the eyes of everyone, the first step when he came to the top of the sword cliff was to make a simple sword salute to many Qingshan masters quite casually, and then without waiting for the Great Elder to speak, he quickly threw the woman escorted in his hand towards the location of the Inspection Division.

"Great Elder, Dongfang Yao said before, the Night Cover and the Inspection Division are both subordinates of His Majesty, and they should cooperate with each other.

As for the relationship between the orphans of the Fang family and Qingshan, I think this handyman of Qingshan should be able to give you an explanation. ”

Dongfang Yao took the woman, a little unclear smile flashed in his eyes, and then turned his head to look at Qingshan and Yunmeng Daze, held the back of the woman's neck in his hand, and motioned for her to speak.

"Tell the elders, I am Xiao Zhufeng's miscellaneous disciple, three months ago Xiao Zhufeng lived in a comatose seriously injured youth, when I was taking care of him, I accidentally heard him whispering the word 'Fang Chen' in his dream. ”

Xiao Zhufeng's miscellaneous female disciple seemed to be quite frightened under Dongfang Yao's coercion, and as soon as the young master's voice fell, the miscellaneous female said in a trembling voice.

"Go on. ”

Dongfang Yao's hand pinched the back of the woman's neck even harder.

"When that young man was sent to Xiaozhu Peak, his life was in danger, and there was a wound on his chest that pierced through the flesh and blood, and he didn't have the slightest cultivation. ”

Qingshan's miscellaneous female disciple was pinched by Dongfang Yao, her body trembled involuntarily, and she immediately lowered her head and didn't dare to look directly at the gaze of the Great Elder Qingshan, and continued to speak.

"Great Elder, in the second volume of the Fang family's dossier at night, it is recorded that during the pursuit of Frost Cold City, the trialist named Liu Chen pierced Fang Chen's chest with a hand knife in front of the Sword Knocking Cliff, and the Fang family was orphaned in Frost City for fifteen years, and because of physical reasons, there was no cultivation.

If what this Qingshan female disciple said was true, then could the Inspection Division think that someone in Qingshan had betrayed Great Xia and shielded the Fang family's disorder. ”

The right hand that pinched the woman's neck loosened slightly, a playful smile flashed in Dongfang Yao's eyes, and Dan Feng's eyes looked directly at the Great Elder Qingshan whose face still did not fluctuate.

"The matter of the disorderly person is very important, and it is understandable that the inspection department tracked down Qingshan, but the young secretary made people pretend to be Qingshan's disciples at will, and fabricated criminal evidence to slander Qingshan, but it is a taboo against Qingshan. ”

Glancing at Dongfang Yao lightly, the Great Elder of Qingshan, who was dressed in a brown robe, not only did not have the slightest explanation, but took a step forward, his majestic momentum suddenly burst, looked down at the young envoy of the inspection department in front of him, and scolded in an unquestionable voice.

Although the old man did not dare to say that Qingshan's children were all heroic, he dared to say that Qingshan had no one who was afraid of death, even if it was a miscellaneous disciple of Zhufeng.

If the young envoy did not use coercion to make the Qingshan female disciple in your hands submit, but let her come here generously as a Qingshan traitor, the old man would still believe in the identity of the Qingshan disciple, but she was afraid, then Qingshan would never have such a person. ”

The Great Elder of Qingshan slowly walked to Dongfang Yao's side, his eyes staring directly at the female disciple of Qingshan who was still weak, and his eyes reflected the extremely cold sword light.

Dongfang Yao frowned slightly.

As one of the eight great sects in the world, Qingshan's files are full of an attic several stories high in the inspection department, and the major events in Qingshan recorded in these files all have a commonality without exception.

The Qingshan disciples are never afraid of death, let alone threats.

In Qingshan's 10,000-year-old inheritance, whether it is a dispute inside the mountain or a death fight outside the mountain, no matter what the road ahead of Qingshan's disciples, the arrogant sword qi that has been passed down from generation to generation does not allow them to bow their heads.

Obviously, the young envoy who came to Qingshan today unconsciously ignored this commonality because he controlled a miscellaneous disciple in Qingshan who should not have cultivation.

Letting go of the woman in her hand, the faint smile in Dongfang Yao's eyes gradually became cold, and the inspection official robe turned to the sword ridge with the master's actions, and then spoke.

"The Great Elder's confidence in the Qingshan disciples is very surprising to Zaixia, but the inspection department has always been concerned about collecting as much evidence as possible in handling cases, and among the files handed over at night, there is a portrait of the orphans of the Fang family, and coincidentally, this portrait happens to be in the hands of Xia. ”

Dongfang Yao said and took out the portrait, and the portrait of the Fang family's orphan hovered in mid-air with Wu Yuan as he supported it.

The group of cultivators standing on the Sword Cliff, except for the disciples of Yunmeng Daze who came to watch the ceremony, most of them were powerful people from the upper three realms, and in the eyes of these martial artists, the distance between the mountain cliff and the Sword Ridge was simply not enough to block everyone's sight.

So, at the moment when Fang Chen, who had already walked into the Sword Ridge, was nine points similar to the portrait, there was a sudden silence on the cliff.

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In the Qingshan Sword Ridge, Fang Chen, who had just taken the first step, didn't know that on the cliff not far away, because his identity had already caused an uproar.

It was the first time he had seen so many sword weapons worthy of mortal immortal swords appear in front of him, Fang Chen first exclaimed unnaturally, and then smashed his mouth and looked around fixedly.

Qingshan Chengjian is a gift to new disciples, but it is also another test for new disciples.

Located in the center of the Qingshan Peaks, the Sword Ridge, under the cover of the Nine Stacks of Sword Formations, it is almost hidden and cannot be seen in ordinary times.

And Jianling, together with the surrounding 100 meters, has a realm where one side suppresses cultivation.

The moment he came to the edge of the Sword Ridge with the old peak master of Humble Peak, Fang Chen had already walked into the hundred-meter realm intentionally or unintentionally, so in the eyes of the many powerful people on the cliff, Fang Chen, who had entered the Sword Ridge, was like the rest of the new disciples, and at this moment he was a worldly person who did not have the slightest martial arts in his body.

Therefore, when going to the Sword Ridge, what he relied more on was the sword heart of the sword cultivator, and the only help that the cultivation could provide to the new disciples of Qingshan was a body that had been polished for a longer duration than ordinary people.

Fang Chen, who had just cultivated a mouthful of Sword Yuan and ascended to the Initial Realm, was slightly stunned for a while when he lost his perception of the Sword Dao Yuan Sea in his body.

Then he saw the long sword that was three feet in front of him and was inserted straight into the wall of the Sword Cliff, because it was inserted too deeply, and only a small section of the pitch-black hilt remained, his eyes suddenly lit up.

Fang Chen, who was dressed in a tattered disciple's robe, stepped out and sat in front of the pitch-black hilt, looking at this long sword that was different from most Sword Ridge swords, almost at the edge of Sword Ridge.

It seems that because this sword weapon has been in the Sword Ridge for too long, the hilt of the sword exposed in front of Fang Chen's body is already a thin layer of stone condensed by sand and dust, and a little dark green moss has already grown at the end of the hilt.

With the appearance of the hilt of this sword weapon reflected in his eyes, Fang Chen, who had never held a sword in his own hands, couldn't help but hesitate a little in his heart, should this sword that looked almost withered or not?