On the cliff on the east side of Sword Ridge, because of the portrait in front of Dongfang Yao, the eyes of all the martial artists above the Upper Three Realms here were almost focused on Fang Chen.

So, the moment the orphan of the Fang family, who was wearing a tattered Qingshan disciple's robe, squatted at the foot of Jianling Mountain, that sword hilt also appeared in everyone's field of vision.

The Great Elder of Qingshan, who was dressed in a brown robe, frowned and looked at the hilt of the sword in front of Fang Chen, and there seemed to be a wave in his eyes.

With such an old sword weapon, which ancestor of Qingshan should have left it?

"To be able to appear at the foot of the mountain, this sword should belong to the spirit sword of the third layer of the Qingshan Cheng Sword. ”

Although the portrait on the cliff had almost confirmed Fang Chen's identity, but in Qingshan, before Qingshan had not fully expressed his position, even the young envoy of the Inspection Department was not in a hurry to force the Great Elder to give him an answer at this moment.

As a result, everyone in the cliff tacitly moved their eyes to the sword weapon with most of the sword body buried in the Sword Ridge.

"It's just that if the sword has a spirit, it will never let the sand and dust stain the sword body. Could it be that this is a sword weapon with a dead sword spirit?"

One of the seven main peaks of Qingshan, the peak master of the Liangyi Peak, who was in charge of the Dan and the weapon, frowned and stroked the beard on his chin, first affirming the dignity of the sword weapon in front of Fang Chen, and then shaking his head and sighing with some doubts.

Qingshan Zhenshan Great Array, under the isolation of the sword domain derived from the Nine Stacks Sword Array, even if it is the supreme cultivation of the Seven Peaks Peak Lord, it is difficult to explore the details above the Sword Ridge at this time.

"If this is really a sword weapon that has lost its sword spirit, then this Qingshan Chengjian is probably a mixed blessing. ”

On the side of the peak master of Liangyi Peak, Shui Yue Peak, who only recruited female disciples in Qingshan, and the Shui Yue Peak Peak Lord, who was masked with half a light veil, frowned slightly when he heard this, and answered with some sentimentality.

As the holy land of kendo in the world, the relationship between Qingshan warriors and the sword weapons in their hands is more like that of friends and even relatives, and these ancestral sword weapons that are already spiritual wisdom lying in Jianling are like half elders to Qingshan disciples.

Therefore, the damage of every spirit sword weapon in the Sword Ridge is a matter of concern for the entire Qingshan.

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The young man with the long hair behind him casually tied up with a cloth belt squatted in front of the small sword hilt, and the pressure of the sword intent of the sword ridge from top to bottom was decreasing, bringing up a breeze that raised the broken hair in front of the young man's eyebrows.

It also exposed the hesitation in Fang Chen's eyes.

According to the advice of the old peak master of the humble peak, among the Qingshan disciples, the closer the sword weapon is pulled out to the top of the mountain, the higher the status in the peak after selecting the peak.

And outside of this rule, the more than 100 long swords that have been silent in the Sword Ridge in the 10,000-year inheritance of Qingshan are extremely special.

Fang Chen, who had just taken a step into the Qingshan Sword Ridge, saw the dead and silent long sword at the foot of the mountain, and understood that this was probably a sword weapon with spiritual intelligence.

It's just that the layer of stone and moss on the sword body made the young man's eyes appear with deep suspicion.

With the arrogance of Qingshan Sword Cultivation, if their swords have spirits, how can they be willing to stand at the foot of the mountain, and how can they be contaminated by sand and dust.

After pausing for a last moment before the hilt of the sword, Fang Chen sighed softly, and then reached out to touch the hilt of the sword that was full of dust, gently brushing away the dust and moss.

He got up and walked towards the top of Sword Ridge.

Although he knew that the sword he encountered in the Sword Ridge was likely to be an inheritance spirit sword, under the rule that Qingshan Chengjian was only allowed to pull out a sword, Fang Chen, who was burdened with the Fang family's blood and hatred, did not dare to bet at this moment.

Because among the swords inserted on the top of the mountain, there are also many spirit swords that exude a far more unusual sword weapon.

Compared to them, this sword full of dust at the foot of the Sword Ridge Mountain was too ordinary.

It's so ordinary that it doesn't look like a inheritance sword weapon at all.

On the Sword Cliff, witnessing Fang Chen's actions, the faces of the Qingshan masters were different.

The sturdy peak master of Liangyi Peak, because of Fang Chen's careful wiping of the dust from the hilt of the sword, his face was filled with a little smile.

Standing at the front of the crowd, the Great Elder of Qingshan, his eyes were on the steps of his follower Fang Chen striding towards the top of the mountain, guessing which sword he would be able to pull out after three months of cultivation in the Sword Cliff.

The martial artists of the Great Xia Inspection Division, except for the young envoy Dongfang Yao, who was still full of inexplicable smiles in Danfeng's eyes, the rest of them were expressionless.

The disciples of Yunmeng Daze were full of curiosity.

Only the old peak master of the clumsy peak, who was the highest in seniority, but stood at the back at random, suddenly flashed a pale sword shadow in his dark eyes, and his eyebrows were full of astonishment.

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The suppression of the sword intent of the Qingshan Sword Ridge was more like a kind of coercion from the inside out to the new disciples who did not have the sword yuan who entered this place.

Sharpen the sword heart with sword intent.

Fang Chen, who swept from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, suddenly felt a sense of urgency in his heart because he saw that there were already many figures holding swords down the mountain.

A few more points faster.

Passing through the lowest layer of Sword Ridge, enter the sword sea on the mountainside of Sword Ridge.

Fang Chen paused, and the green mountain sword that was straight on the stone wall around his body reflected a dense cold glow in all directions under the light of the first birthday.

The young man of the Fang family, who was born in Broken Alley, had starlight in his eyes for the first time.

Being in this sword forest that just looked like it was sharp, the sword yuan body that Fang Chen had just cultivated from the sword cliff trembled lightly unconsciously, and it was very comfortable.

He took a step and continued to walk upward, and the figures in the sword forest gradually thinned.

Qingshan's triennial disciple selection, although he doesn't care about his background, but the assessment of the talent and heart of the martial artist still eliminates the vast majority of people.

Only more than 800 people went to Qingshan Jianling.

And the number of people who reached the height of 660 meters was less than 200.

Fang Chen, who was already faintly under pressure on his body, did not stop, but glanced at the new disciples who had obviously pulled out an arc, took a deep breath and chased after the dozen or so people in the front.

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From six hundred and sixty-six meters upwards, the suppressive power of the sword intent was already several times stronger than that at the foot of the mountain.

Most of the new disciples of Qingshan who supported their progress with a will were already staggering forward, and even more of them were crawling towards the higher places of Sword Ridge with both hands and feet.

Grabbing the stone wall of Jianling with both hands, Fan A, who could climb to a distance of 700 meters from Jianling, was already almost prostrate on the ground because of the power of the sword intent, but this young man still did not give up, and still gritted his teeth and climbed up.

The sword at seven hundred meters is completely different from the one at seven hundred and one meters.

Born in the Northern Mountains of Great Xia, Fan Ayou's place of life was further north of Qingshan, close to the small city used to provide supplies before the Stygian Sea, because of the lack of strong combat protection, Fan Ayou encountered a demon clan bloodbath mixed into Great Xia when he was young.

On that day, the original 300-household small city was slaughtered by the demon clan, and it was bloody and in disarray.

Until the Qingshan Sword Cultivator, who had reinforces the Northern City, passed by, a sword aura was thrown out of the air, and the bloody beast's mouth full of pickled smell stopped in front of Fan A, and suddenly exploded into a blood mist that left no trace.

Fan A, whose eyes were occupied by fear and hatred, sat in front of the headless demon beast corpse for a day and a night, before gritting his teeth and picking up a broken sword on the ground, and slamming it into the heart of the demon beast corpse.

On that day, Fan Ah vowed to become the No. 1 Sword Immortal in Qingshan.

Most of the city was destroyed, and Van A, who had no family and no everything, began to walk south from the ruins.

From the age of seven to the age of fourteen, Fan Afang, who had eaten weeds and drank rain, walked out of the shadows and walked to the green hills.

Fan A, who was prostrate on the stone wall of the Sword Ridge, was far from outstanding among the eight hundred or so new disciples who had only cultivated to the peak of the First Realm in three months, but the distance of seven hundred and one meters above the Sword Ridge far exceeded that of many Second Realm disciples.

The sword heart is especially strong.

Although he only moved forward one meter closer again from the seven hundred meters, Fan A felt that the pressure on his body had suddenly skyrocketed a lot, and the Qingshan disciple's clothes had completely fitted the stone wall of Sword Ridge.

However, the young man, who had gone through all difficulties to come to Qingshan, still stubbornly clasped the stone wall with his feet and right hand, stretched out his only free left hand, and forced the dizziness in his mind to reach out to the sword in front of him.

I felt the hilt of the sword.

Then the sword was drawn.

As if the strength of one left hand was not enough to pull out the sword he was holding, Fan Ah, who had already sensed the lack of physical strength, learned to do when he was maintaining his spirit in the wilderness, and bit his lower lip sharply with his two front teeth.

Blood burst out, and the dizziness in Fan A's mind was weakened for a moment.

Immediately, he glared fiercely with his right foot, and held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and pulled the sword out fiercely with his whole body weight and physical strength.

A piercing sound of friction sounded, and the sword in Fan A's hand was pulled with all his might, and it actually rubbed sparks on the stone wall of Sword Ridge.

After ten breaths, the four-foot Qingfeng, who did not have any mark on the sword body, was completely pulled out from the Sword Ridge.

Then there was a sudden roar of swords that resounded throughout the entire Sword Ridge.

Fan Ah had no strength to laugh and announce the joy in his heart at this moment, and the teenager, desperate to achieve his goal, only froze in place for a second before stumbling backwards.

Then, at the moment before he was about to fall into the sword forest, he was pulled up by the tattered and tattered alley boy who was wearing.

Walking up from 660 meters, Fang Chen would not have passed by Fan A's side, but looking at the figure who was crawling on the ground and still wanted to hold the sword, Fang Chen inexplicably felt that they were all the way.

So even though his body was already a little tired, Fang Chen still changed his path and walked towards Fan A.

Bringing Fan Allah, who was almost unconscious in his hand but still only holding the hilt of the sword, to the slightly calmer stone wall behind him, Fang Chen looked at the long sword in his hand rather speechlessly.

The four-foot blade of this sword, which was not carved with any of the marks of the peaks, contained an indescribable spirituality.

And the sword roar just now undoubtedly proved that this sword was the first inheritance spirit sword that Qingshan Chengjian was pulled out this time.

After confirming that Fan A's position was gentle enough not to cause him to slide down the Sword Ridge, Fang Chen shook his head, glanced around, and continued to advance towards the top of the mountain.

The degree of adaptation to sword qi and sword intent given by Fang Chen's body finally shone at this time.