The assessment of Qingshan disciples is particularly focused, and the level of sword qi entering the body is not only to test the physique of the trial disciples, but also to test the martial artist's Dao heart.

Resolute heart to the road.

Under the control of the sword formation, Luo Qianlong, a disciple of Qingshan Guiyuan Peak, was far less weakened than the sword qi introduced by Fang Chen in the Sword Cliff, which slowly drilled into the body of every trial disciple and circulated within the meridians.

Although the sword qi that has been repeatedly weakened will not cause harm to the examiners in principle, the sharpness of the sword qi touches the most vulnerable meridians in the body, and the severe pain during this time still makes most of the examiners unable to stabilize the qi in their bodies.

Almost the moment the sword qi entered the body, most of the practitioners who had come to Qingshan after several tests fell to the ground screaming.

At the edge of the sword array, the disciples of Dayan Peak, who had already been prepared, appeared beside them in a flash at the moment when these testers who failed the assessment fell to the ground, and dispersed the residual sword qi in the testiers' bodies with the mark of the green mountain.

Then he left the sword formation with a dejected face.

Behind the white-clothed woman Luo Qianlong, none of the thousands of failed disciples who had already been warned by Qingshan made a noise, just looked at the rest of the figures in the sword formation who were still sitting cross-legged with a look of unwillingness and envy.

As one of the eight great sects, Qingshan has its own pride, and the method of identification based on bloodline ensures that every person under the mountain has only one chance to go to Qingshan.

And those who fail the assessment will no longer have a chance to become a part of Qingshan Sword Cultivation.

The sword array gradually became illusory.

Luo Qianlong, who had closed his eyes for a long time, opened his eyes, collected the bright sword light in his eyes, and then dispersed the mark in his hand, and turned his head to look at his side with a little tiredness.

"The time for the assessment of the sword formation has passed, and the sword qi will dissipate after three breaths, and the cultivators who are still in the formation at this moment can announce that they have entered the green mountain. ”

"Senior Sister Chitaki, it's been a hard work. ”

Liu Jianyun, who had been standing quietly beside Luo Qianlong, was watching the changes in the sword qi in the formation the moment his words fell, the corners of his mouth were filled with a little smile again, and then he stepped forward and said.

"I passed!"

"I'm a Qingshan Sword Cultivator!"

"I'm a cultivator!"

......

The time of the three breaths was fleeting, and because of the pain of the sword qi in his body, the Qingshan assessment disciple, who was extremely pale, jumped up from the ground almost the moment he sensed that the sword qi in his body was dissipated.

There was a moment of confusion, and then a shout of joy.

The center of the trial disciples is located, and a small group of people holding sword qi spirit runes in their hands are a group of talented quasi-disciples selected for Qingshan by the sword patrols who have traveled all over the world.

With the help of the Sword Qi Spirit Rune, their success rate of passing the Sword Qi Trial was much higher than that of other ordinary trialists, but even if they had been tested by the Sword Patrol Warriors earlier, they were still unavoidably overjoyed at the moment they truly passed the Sword Formation.

"I succeeded, haha, this son is worthy of being the first day talent of Qingyun Lane in Frost City, and he is worthy of being Xiaochen's eldest brother. ”

After the sword qi dissipated, Zhang Ziping, who was still carrying the wooden sword behind him, shook his head heavily, and then the blazing eyes under the thick eyebrows looked around for a moment, and turned his head to look down the mountain quite excitedly.

"Senior Sister Qianlong, with one person in charge of ten thousand wisps of sword qi, Senior Sister's cultivation looks like she is improving. ”

As many disciples of Shuiyue Peak methodically registered the results of the trial disciples, Liu Jianyun, who had been standing beside Luo Qianlong, turned his head to look at the woman in white with a look of appreciation.

Qingshan cultivates swords, and the control of sword intent and sword qi has always been one of the bases for measuring the strength of sword cultivation, but even if Liu Jianyun is already standing at the height of the Nine Realms, the control of sword qi is still not as casual and easy as Luo Qianlong.

"Chitaki only broke through the upper realm not long ago, and the cultivation of the seventh realm is far from the ninth realm of the senior brother, so the senior brother still doesn't want to make fun of me. ”

Mobilizing such a large amount of sword qi at one time should have caused a huge loss to the mind, but Luo Qianlong, who had dispersed his handprints, only closed his eyes and breathed for a moment, and his slightly pale face had already recovered his blood color.

"Senior sister, the trial is over, can I go down the mountain?"

Luo Qianlong's words fell, and Liu Jianyun, whose eyebrows were full of smiles, was about to say something, but Zhang Ziping, who was carrying a wooden sword, suddenly shouted, and the burly body that was obviously a little inconsistent with the age crowded in front of the two of them, scratching his head at Luo Qianlong and smiling.

"This junior brother, after the Qingshan trial, whether he passes the test or not, he can go down the mountain to say goodbye to his relatives for half a day, and after half a day, he has to stay in Qingshan to start practicing. ”

Seeing Zhang Ziping's panicked figure carrying the wooden sword, Luo Qianlong unconsciously put a shallow smile on his eyebrows, nodded lightly towards him, and then replied.

"Oh, that's good, I thought that after the sword formation assessment, I would have to stay in Qingshan all the time, since I can go down the mountain, then I have to hurry back to Frost Cold City to say goodbye to my father and Fang Chen's junior brother.

That, thank you, sister. ”

When Luo Qianlong's words fell, Zhang Ziping's brows that were twisted together because of worry suddenly relaxed, patted his chest lightly, and immediately muttered in a low voice.

"Fang Chen?"

Luo Qianlong, who looked at Zhang Ziping's actions with interest, seemed to be a name that the other party only knew, and Zhang Ziping's words fell, but he couldn't help frowning slightly, and repeated in a low voice.

"Hey, senior sister, could it be that you also know Fang Chen?"

Zhang Ziping, who came to Guiyuan Peak in advance because of the Qingshan Trial, seemed to be in a good mood after hearing that he could go down the mountain, his clear eyes were full of joy, and the young man with the wooden sword on his back was about to turn around, but suddenly heard Luo Qianlong's voice.

The young man's eyebrows were even more joyful, and he unconsciously rubbed his hands and asked Luo Qianlong.

"I don't know, I just think the name has some meaning. ”

When Zhang Ziping's words fell, Luo Qianlong was slightly stunned, and immediately remembered the advice of the Great Elder Qingshan, and couldn't help but casually find a far-fetched reason.

"Oh, that's right. ”

The joy in his eyes dissipated a little, and Zhang Ziping, who was a little excited, casually gathered the cloth belt of the sword on his chest, and turned around and walked towards the stone path on the edge of Guiyuan Peak.

"Senior Brother Liu, after the disciple's entrance assessment is completed, I have to go to the master to report the situation, the senior brother will organize the disciple to go down the mountain, and Qianlong will leave first. ”

Watching Zhang Ziping leave, Luo Qianlong's eyes, who knew that he had just made a slight gaffe, flashed, and after responding to Liu Jianyun casually, he hurriedly turned around and swept towards the top of Guiyuan Peak.

"Fellow Qingshan assessment disciples, this sword formation assessment is over here, and those who fail the assessment can now go down the mountain, or they can visit the periphery of Qingshan.

The disciples who have passed the assessment have half a day to go down the mountain to say goodbye to the teacher, and tomorrow morning you will officially start your Qingshan practice. ”

His gaze shifted to follow Luo Qianlong's back, and it was not until the white clothes completely disappeared from view that the smile on Liu Jianyun's face was mostly retracted.

Immediately, he turned around and took off the sword, and informed the many assessment disciples on Guiyuan Peak.

A moment later, after most of the assessment disciples had dispersed, Liu Jianyun, who was still standing on the top of Guiyuan Peak, was holding a crimson long sword, the yellow-robed young man with extremely light eyebrows fell to the ground, and his thin lips were extremely light-colored.

"Senior Brother Liu, Senior Sister Luo, the young man who rescued the mountain a few days ago has woken up today, the Great Elder and Senior Sister Luo went to visit the young man this morning, and the miscellaneous disciples in the juvenile courtyard said that Senior Uncle Ruan Tong of Amaterasu Peak and the Peak Master of Humble Peak have also been to that mountain today. ”

"Oh, do you know the identity of the boy?"

Liu Jianyun, who was carrying the sword with a green vine behind him, still had a flat face when he heard the first half of the words of the yellow-robed young man, until he knew that the two peak masters of the Seven Great Peaks had arrived at the mountain where Fang Chen had left this morning, and his eyes were a little surprised.

"I don't know, the conversation of several seniors in the courtyard can't be heard, but two days ago, when the young man was unconscious, he seemed to have muttered a word or two at night, and it was said that it seemed to be 'Fang'. ”

"Fang, under the green mountains, frost and cold city, Fang Chen. ”

The yellow-robed young man's words fell with a little hesitation, Liu Jianyun frowned slightly, and immediately whispered to himself, until a series of coherent words came out of his mouth, Liu Jianyun's complexion returned to its original gentleness, and then he sneered twice and left with his sword.

......

The prestige of the Qingshan Nine Stacks Sword Formation resounded throughout the Great Xia, and the cultivation blessed land generated by the sword qi of the sword array was also envious of others.

On the Sword Cliff, relying on the particularity of the Nine Stacks of Sword Formations, Fang Chen's figure sitting in a cross-legged position was already completely hidden in the clouds and mist, unless a Qingshan Da Na came here with the Sword Array Token, it was impossible for the martial artists cultivating in the Sword Cliff to be detected by the second person.

The young man who shaved off his fingertips with a wisp of sword qi, after being silent on the sword cliff for half a moment, finally gritted his teeth and absorbed the sword qi again with the sword yuan technique.

Different from the sword qi used in the disciple's assessment, on the sword cliff in the Nine Stacks Sword Array, the sword qi that Fang Chen introduced into his body with the Sword Yuan Jue was enough to be called a blade, far from being comparable to the sword qi that the Peak Lord of Guiyuan Peak and Luo Qianlong and several others had weakened repeatedly.

According to the sword yuan recipe, the first step for sword qi to enter the body is to pass through the veins, and after experiencing the first attempt, Fang Chen, who had already made up his mind, did not hesitate, but according to the records on the ancient scroll, he began to stab his little finger with sword qi.

One of the twelve main veins of the human body, the hand sun and small intestine meridians, starting from Shaoze and finally listening to the palace.

The sword qi entered the finger and entered the main vein, even if it was only the starting point of the vein, the innate martial yuan contained in it was not comparable to the middle finger that Fang Chen had entered for the first time.

The sword qi slashed the element, and the fragile meridians transmitted an endless piercing pain to the depths of Fang Chen's mind under the sword qi scraping, and cold sweat continued to leach out on his forehead.

The boy's body began to tremble.

Then I remembered the night dossier with more than 400 names recorded in vermilion.

The remaining other hand suddenly clenched into a fist, Fang Chen opened his eyes, and the eyes in his eyes were even more scarlet than the cinnabar on the file, not knowing whether it was because of severe pain or hatred.

The young man lowered his head and scolded, then looked at his little finger with a cruel smile, gritted his teeth and straightened his waist, just like this, watching the sword qi burrow into his fingers little by little, and melt little by little.

It wasn't until half a quarter of an hour had passed, the first sword qi had dissipated, and Fang Chen, who was still reverberating in his mind, was relieved, panting and falling behind him.

The cold stone wall of the sword cliff stimulated the young man's senses, and Fang Chen, who had finally dissipated a little bit of pain, raised his hand, looked at the red little finger, and then looked up at the blue sky on the cliff.

"The night of gr, wait for the master. ”

He scolded in a hoarse voice.