On the Sword Trial Peak, Guanglingzi, who had shattered the heart of a great sword master of the enemy with the sound of a half-curved piano and cultivated to the realm of grandmasters, looked up at the sky. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

As an elder, Kong Guangling's temper is much worse than that of his cousin Kong Lugong, but he is better than the king Shanyang, I don't know how much, and it can be regarded as more than enough.

The swordsmanship evaluation of the outer disciples was previously scored by the sword elder, but now the rules are slowly changing, and it falls on him, except for a few hall masters, the senior brothers in the seven cultivation don't seem to be keen on this kind of tedious thing.

As for the elder brother in charge, he has always been lazy, except for important occasions, he does not participate in many things in the sect, and he is called "not doing the things that are sacrificed to the end".

Several senior brothers had privately advised him to manage more of the affairs of the sect, but who knew that the head of the sect glared, "Why don't you do this master to do it?" and then everyone looked at each other, seeing him carrying a broom and humming a mountain song to climb the mountain.

But the problem is not here, the key is that the original swordsmanship assessment is a matter of the sword elders, and as an elder of the stars, he occasionally presides over for them, which can be regarded as a good start, so this matter is justified and pushed to himself.

Guanglingzi, who was looking at the blue sky from afar, seemed to be searching for beautiful notes in the white clouds, and there were many of the twelve hall masters standing beside him.

The Nakshatra disciples stand on the outermost part and play the role of spectators, while the inner disciples stand on the left side near the altar, and the outer disciples stand on the right side.

A hall master with a long lanky face affirmed the rules of evaluation and reported to the elders, waiting for the competition to officially begin.

The so-called altar is nothing but a huge stone, which is engraved with the Yin and Yang Bagua diagram, which is so vivid that it seems that a painter is copied on it.

The base of the altar is carved with auspicious cloud patterns, which are nine feet high and about ninety-nine feet wide.

Zhuo Zangfeng squinted and saw the sunlight falling on the altar, reflecting the white light of the Dao. He only glanced at it, and he felt a strange aura on it.

Looking at the elder who presided over the swordsmanship assessment, he remembered the characteristics of the "Heavenly Feather Seven Cultivations" that the master had described to him at that time, but he couldn't guess who this elder was.

At that time, I was in a hurry at the Holy Princess's Manor, and I didn't see it clearly. He didn't remember them, and they didn't recognize him.

When his eyes fell on the piano box placed aside, he suddenly thought that this elder's name was Guanglingzi, and he loved the guqin the most in his life, and the master said that he was a plaything.

Looking at the situation carefully, Zhuo Zangfeng was thinking about how he could hide it from this grandmaster-level elder.

In terms of true strength, these inner disciples were really vulnerable to him. The concern is not to win quietly, and it is not enough to let people see the flaws.

Until Yuan Liuliu was the first to play, he didn't come up with a good way, it seems that he can only adapt when the time comes, anyway, he has to pretend to be embarrassed, and he has to win in an embarrassed state.

Yuan Liuliu held the sword and saluted, and the other party returned the salute.

He was confronted by a short Taoist priest who had cultivated to reach the Seven Grades of Martial Arts realm, and was around twenty years old.

In front of the elders, although it was appropriate to receive a face-to-face lesson from Senior Brother Xu, he took the opportunity to teach this senior brother a lesson, but as soon as he stepped onto the altar and saw the Yin and Yang Taiji diagram under his feet, he had already left his senior brother's entrustment behind.

As long as he is a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect, he must share the glory and disgrace with the sect at any time, and must not violate the decree of the sect.

Such a Taoist priest remembers his identity, and controls the vitality of the sword in an orderly manner, and does not secretly accumulate strength and take the opportunity to attack, so the original stay insists on sixty moves, according to the rules, it is considered a victory.

The short Taoist priest flew down the altar with his sword, and he was not upset because he did not follow his brother's orders, but his face was happy.

He thought: "In the past eight years, except for Senior Brother Mu Jianhong, who has been promoted from an outer disciple to an inner disciple, everyone else has been self-contained and difficult to break through, which is also a great blessing. ”

Hara Liuliu saluted the elders, jumped off the stage and wept bitterly.

It took a full eight years to ascend from the outer gate to the inner door, and only I can deeply understand the ups and downs during this period.

Next, Daoist priest who should have been a pillar with the same surname Feng practiced against him, and Daoist Feng was also ready to take revenge and vent his anger, and when he was watching from the audience, he had already thought about how to make a move, how to cover up, but unfortunately the elder was temporarily replaced, and he still sent the disciple who had just retired to fight.

After taking the pill and cultivating for several years, the cultivation realm is like a river awakening.

The realm of these outer disciples, who were very poor at the beginning, soared instantly, which made Mu Jianhong and the others think that they were merciful as the inner disciples.

Although I also suspected that they were taking the pill and the effect was fast, I still couldn't believe it. Last time, his subordinates who couldn't even hold up ten moves were defeated, but in more than two months, they were able to resist more than 60 moves?

The suspicion in his heart was only for a moment, and with his own cultivation, he could naturally see that both sides on the stage were genuinely recruiting recruits, and there was no falsification in the slightest.

Sixty strokes.

Cheng Zhuzhu jumped off the altar happily, quickly ran over and hugged the senior brother, and then hugged the little junior brother, for the first time in seven years, he smiled unscrupulously in the Heavenly Sword Sect.

Then Yue Chang'an, Wan Chaiyun and another outer disciple were unfavorable, one gave up the sword and admitted defeat after thirty moves, the other was stabbed in the wrist by the sword in forty moves, leaving a sword mark on the robe, and the last one was the worst, and was directly shocked by the opponent's long sword.

It seems that they expected that they would declare their personal vendetta, and all the people in the duel were temporarily replaced, so that Daoist Xu, Daoist Feng and others, who were holding their breath, were helpless.

They didn't know that the temporary change of the inner disciple was a decision made by the senior brother of the inner gate, and it was also approved by Elder Kong.

Kong Guangling was originally going to do things according to Liu Zhangjiao's instructions, but now it seems that he doesn't need to.

The head of the sect said to him before, "This swordsmanship assessment, you have to think of a way to let the original stay and enter the inner door into a pillar." One of them has been an outer disciple for eight years, and the other has been a disciple for seven years, and they are tenacious and good-natured. ”

I've been racking my brains about how to help them, but I didn't expect these two people's swordsmanship to improve by leaps and bounds, giving people the impression that they would not be treated each other for three days.

Now, he didn't have to worry about anything.

For the progress of his disciples, Kong Guangling was naturally happy from the bottom of his heart, but he didn't show the slightest expression on his face.

Daoist Feng and Daoist Xu couldn't help but become anxious when they saw that the result was completely unexpected.

It's just that the revenge has not been realized, and two of them have entered the inner door, can this breath continue to be held?

The elders were beside them, and they didn't dare to go too far, they had to show surprise on their faces, and they had to come forward to pretend to congratulate them.

There was only the last person left, Kong Guangling glanced at Zhuo Zangfeng, feeling that this young man was very familiar, but he had no clue after thinking about it for a long time.

At the beginning, he saw the three words Ma Tayun for the list submitted by the inner disciples, thought about it, and did not have any impression, and only after listening to the report did he know the whole story.

"This young man just came to the Heavenly Sword Sect, he sent an important person here, and he didn't leave after he came, and he also got the consent of Senior Brother Wang Shanyang. ”

These were the original words of the inner disciple, and he remembered them very clearly. Glancing at the boy again, and thinking again, he still couldn't remember where he had seen it. So he waved his hand and signaled that they could come up to the stage to compete.

This young man is insignificant, he doesn't have to worry about winning or losing, he just came to deal with it, and it is also the quota selected by these inner disciples, so Kong Guangling wants to end this time as soon as possible, and then go back to drink tea and play the piano and discuss the sword.

Hearing that he was allowed to take the stage, Zhuo Zangfeng pretended to be startled, and then walked out with the encouragement of Yuan Liuliu and others, clapped his hands vigorously, inserted the Qingfeng sword into his waist, and walked slowly to the front of the stage, hooked the edge of the altar with both hands, and roared "fly" in his throat, but it was unsuccessful.

Not only did he not fly, but his hand on the edge of the altar slipped and almost fell into the sky.

"Haha!"

Seeing this, the outer disciples laughed in unison. (To be continued.) )