Three days have passed since the assessment of the preparatory disciples in the Flowing Knife Room. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

On this day, Ye Feng carried the almost inseparable Demon Words Daquan and walked towards the Flowing Knife, the expression on his face explained the urgency of his mood.

In yesterday's battle, Ye Feng was defeated by Ruoshang, and finally lost in a coma with exhaustion, but he obtained the qualification of a preparatory disciple in the Flowing Knife Room, and he could go to the Flowing Knife Room to obtain the basic knife technique and basic exercises.

Ye Feng didn't think much about the basic technique, but for the basic sword technique, Ye Feng had some desire in his heart.

No, the injury he was injured in the previous battle, and after only three days of cultivation, Ye Feng rushed over non-stop.

Knife Building!

Ye Feng looked at the tall and magnificent building in front of him, his mood was slightly excited, and his pace couldn't help but increase a few points.

There was a white-haired old man lying on a soft stone bench at the door of the Sword Building, resting with his eyes closed, and snoring slightly from time to time.

Ye Feng knew from the kraken who was in charge of introducing the rules and taboos to the preparatory disciples that this white-haired old man was the caretaker of the Sword Law Building, and all the kraken disciples who wanted to enter the Sword Law Building had to obtain his permission.

Ye Feng held the token of the preparatory disciple in his hand, and he was a little hesitant for a while. At a glance, I knew that the white-haired old man was sleeping, disturbing him I don't know if it would make him angry, if he lost the qualification to enter the Sword Art Building, it would be even more than worth the loss!

Nearly half an hour had passed, and Ye Feng wanted to ask several times, but he gave up at the last moment.

In order to be able to enter the Sword Technique Building, Ye Feng had to suppress the eagerness in his heart and wait quietly.

At this time, the white-haired old man suddenly moved, Ye Feng was overjoyed, and he thought that the white-haired old man was about to wake up, but he didn't expect him to turn over and continue to sleep.

Ye Feng's mouth twitched slightly, and the words that had already rushed to his throat were swallowed back into his stomach.

Ye Feng turned his head to the Sword Technique Building, staring at the closed door. Just when Ye Feng thought that he was going to continue to wait, a murmuring sound came.

"Preparatory disciples can only be selected on the first floor, one hour at a time. ”

Ye Feng, who was always alert in order to better detect the movements of the white-haired old man, reacted instantly, and he turned his head sharply, his eyes looking at the soft stone bench. There, the white-haired old man was still sleeping.

"Could it be that what I heard just now was a dream?" Ye Feng stood in place and muttered to himself.

Although he wanted to enter the Sword Art Building directly, he had to be cautious, this opportunity was hard for him to get, and he didn't know where to find it if he lost it!

Looking at the white-haired old man who was still sleeping, Ye Feng strengthened his thoughts, he planned to continue to wait, waiting for the white-haired old man to wake up.

"Preparatory disciples can enter the first floor of the Sword Art Building to select. ”

The murmuring sound came again, this time the sound was a few points higher, and Ye Feng heard it clearly.

"Whew, it's so dangerous! It turns out that this old man is really talking in his sleep, and he almost fell to the road just now!"

Ye Feng patted his chest in fear, if he hadn't witnessed the white-haired old man sleeping, Ye Feng really wouldn't have thought that what he had just heard was a dream.

Ye Feng found a place to sit down, he planned to wait slowly. However, before the ass was hot, a loud roar sounded in my ears.

"I said why are you so stupid, I told you twice, do you still want to go in!"

On the soft stone bench, the white-haired old man had turned over and sat up at some point, and at this time he was looking at Ye Feng with wide eyes, with an impatient look in his eyes.

"Yes!"

Ye Feng was startled by the sudden voice, and looked at the white-haired old man who was a little annoyed, and he had a feeling of uneasiness in his heart.

"It's useless to think about it, I don't have time today, old man!" After the white-haired old man finished speaking, he lay down and continued to sleep, and then added, "By the way, don't hang around here and disturb the old man and me sleeping." ”

Seeing the white-haired old man sleeping peacefully, Ye Feng was a little dumbfounded.

"Don't you have time? I said old man, you're so idle that you have to sleep to pass the time, and you actually say that you're not available! Do you know that you are like a pig at this time!"

Of course, this was just Ye Feng's heart, and he didn't dare to say it directly.

The next day, Ye Feng came to the Sword Art Building early, but he didn't expect the white-haired old man to still be sleeping.

"Well, I was wrong, it's really insulting to say that you are a pig!"

There was no way, Ye Feng could only stand aside honestly and wait, but he didn't know if he was honest in his heart.

There is a rule in the flow knife room, anyone who enters the sword building for the first time must be approved by the white-haired old man, and from now on, only the disciple token can enter and exit freely.

While Ye Feng was waiting, many elite disciples entered and exited the Sword Art Building, looking at Ye Feng who was standing aside, with a look of schadenfreude in their eyes.

"Look, another disciple has annoyed the elder. ”

"This is nothing new, at least half of the ten who enter the Sword Art Building will have to wait for several days!"

"And how many days do you think he's going to have to wait?"

"I guess it's only two or three days. ”

"I think it's pretty much the same. ”

......

An hour later, Ye Feng, who was always vigilant, finally heard the white-haired old man's murmur again, but this time it was a little vague.

Thinking of yesterday's situation, Ye Feng's courage couldn't help but grow a little, and he walked towards the gate of the Sword Art Building with the token of the preparatory disciple in his hand.

The gate of the Sword Art Building is made of an unknown metal and has a blue-black appearance. Next to the gate, there is a groove that is exactly the shape and size of the Preparatory Disciple Token.

After thinking about it, Ye Feng decisively pressed the token in his hand into the groove.

"Knock"

A melodious voice sounded, and then a familiar voice sounded in Ye Feng's ears.

"Who! Which of the eight lambs is trespassing on the sword law building?"

Hearing this voice, Ye Feng's heart suddenly burst, and he suddenly had an ominous feeling, he felt that there was a pair of eyes staring at him behind him.

Slowly turning around, sure enough, the white-haired old man was having a gloomy face, his eyes staring straight at Ye Feng.

"I'll it, this old man is deliberately playing with me!"

Ye Feng subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, needless to say, he did another thing that made the white-haired old man angry, the murmur he just heard was really the white-haired old man's dream words!

Ye Feng silently took out the Preparatory Disciple Token from the groove, and then ...... Consciously left.

A week passed in a flash, and every day Ye Feng still arrived early, and then left near dusk.

The elite disciples who entered and exited the Sword Art Building all knew that there was a preparatory disciple who had provoked the guard elders, and they didn't let him enter the Sword Law Building for a week, setting a new waiting record in recent years.

That afternoon, Ye Feng stood not far from the white-haired old man, standing quietly. He looked at the door of the Sword Art Building, and his thoughts had already drifted to the Sword Law Building.

Just when Ye Feng thought that he was going back to "think about it behind closed doors" this time, a voice finally came from his ears that he longed to hear.

"Hey, that kid with the Demon Whisper, bring your Preparatory Disciple Token. ”