Heavenly Sword Sect.

Located at the southern end of the Misty Mountain Range, it is one of the four major sects in the Cangyun Realm, and it is also the only sect in the Cangyun Realm that specializes in swordsmanship.

At this time, the Sect Master of the Heavenly Sword Sect and the major core elders were gathering in a dense forest in the back mountain, watching a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy in a green shirt dance the sword, with a nervous expression and a little expectation.

Point, sweep, stab, split, spin.

The young man's sword momentum is sometimes as light as the wind, as pretentious as a dragon, and sometimes as calm as a mountain, all in one go.

Seeing this, the sect masters and the major core elders who were watching had even more anticipation on their faces.

Suddenly.

The sword was struck.

At the same time, a few onlookers couldn't help but look nervous, and even their breathing became short, but none of them made a sound, for fear of disturbing each other.

If the others were to see these characters who could cause a sensation in the Cangyun Realm with a casual stomp of their feet, they would be surprised if they were nervous about a young man in front of them who had cultivated to only the fourfold Qi Condensation Realm.

The young man's brows were furrowed, as if he was thinking, and a trace of sweat overflowed from his forehead.

After a stick of incense.

The young man who bowed his head in contemplation lowered his brow and showed a smile.

Immediately, the long sword in his hand was swung again, and the sword momentum was smoother than before.

I saw that the long sword in his hand turned into two, two into three, and finally formed a kaleidoscopic sword shadow in the air.

Half an hour later, I saw the young man let out a deep sigh, and then put away his sword and breathe.

"Chen'er, thank you for your hard work. ”

Ye Wentian, the sect leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect, stepped forward, his face full of excitement.

"Yes, Wu Chen, thanks to you, I was able to complete the repair of this broken Heavenly Sword Technique. ”

Several core elders behind Ye Wentian were also excited.

"As a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect, this is what I should do. Wu Chen scratched his head, and he was also a little excited in his heart.

"Well, I feel very relieved that you can think like this, repairing this sword spectrum will consume you a lot, so you can go back and rest first." Ye Wentian nodded and said.

"Thank you Uncle Ye for your concern, and Chen'er will go back first. Wu Chen thanked him and left.

Wu Chen was originally an orphan, but he was brought back to the sect by the old man of Heavenly Sword fifteen years ago.

The fourfold Qi Condensation Realm, not even an ordinary disciple in the Heavenly Sword Sect, Wu Chen's ability to be valued by the sect is naturally not because of his cultivation talent, let alone because of the old man of the Heavenly Sword, but because he is born with a special perception of the sword, any sword spectrum, as long as he takes a look, he can deduce the sword moves behind by himself.

It is precisely because of this that Wu Chen, who is not as good as an ordinary disciple in cultivation, has a status in the Heavenly Sword Sect that is not as good as a core disciple.

In order to repay the kindness of the Heavenly Sword Old Man and the Heavenly Sword Sect, Wu Chen has helped the Heavenly Sword Sect repair countless sword pedigrees over the years.

And the "Falling Sky Sword Technique" just now is the sword spectrum of the Heavenly Sword Sect, and the swordsmanship is extremely mysterious, even Wu Chen took seven years to repair it until today.

Every time he finished repairing the sword book, Wu Chen felt very tired, and this time he repaired the "Falling Sky Sword Technique", so Wu Chen fell asleep as soon as he returned to his residence.

It wasn't until noon on the second day that someone came to inform him that it was Ip Mantian looking for him, and he woke up.

"In the past, Uncle Ye asked me to go directly to his residence when he came to me, but why did I go to the council hall today. Wu Chen muttered in confusion while washing.

The Council Hall was a place for the Heavenly Sword Sect to deal with important matters, and only Ye Wentian, who was the sect master, and several core elders could participate.

Although Wu Chen was puzzled by Ye Wentian letting him go to the council hall, he didn't think much about it, and after a simple wash, he walked towards the council hall.

Coming to the main hall, Wu Chen pushed the door and entered.

I saw Ye Wentian sitting on it, his eyes were kind and kind to him, his expression was tense, and he looked at him with a serious face, and the core elders on both sides of the seat were also extremely serious, and the atmosphere was very depressing.

Although Wu Chen was puzzled in his heart, he still stepped forward and asked respectfully, "I don't know why Uncle Ye and a few elders called me to come to this main hall?"

"Chen'er, how many years have you been in the Heavenly Sword Sect?" Ye Wentian did not answer Wu Chen, but asked in a deep voice.

"It's been fifteen years since Grandpa Heavenly Sword brought me to the sect. ”

"Well, fifteen years have passed in a blink of an eye, and these years have worked hard for you to repair the sword spectrum for the sect. ”

"Grandpa Heavenly Sword brought me back from the wolves, and he has the grace of regeneration for me, the sect has raised me for fifteen years, and he has the grace of nurturing me, these things are what I should do. ”

"Well, you can think so. Speaking of this, Ye Wentian suddenly changed his words: "But you also know that my Heavenly Sword Sect, as one of the four major sects, has a pivotal position in the Cangyun Realm, and it can be said to be the holy land of martial arts in the minds of countless martial artists. ”

Hearing this, Wu Chen frowned slightly, and for some reason, he faintly felt uneasy.

Ye Wentian glanced at Wu Chen and continued: "Because of this, the sect is extremely strict in the selection of disciples, and only those who have reached the eightfold Qi Condensation Realm before the age of fifteen are eligible to become outer disciples. ”

"What does the boss mean?"

Wu Chen's face gradually became gloomy, and when he said this, no matter how stupid he was, he understood what Ye Wentian meant.

The other party is going to unload the mill and kill the donkey!

Fifteen years, a full fifteen years, during which he repaired countless sword scores for the sect, if you want to say kindness, you have already paid it off, and now that the "Falling Sky Sword Technique" has been repaired, he has no use value, and the other party is so ruthless.

Wu Chen was bitter, and a wave of anger rose in his heart.

Regarding Wu Chen's reaction, Ye Wentian didn't care at all, a junior who only had a special perception of swords, but his cultivation talent was almost a waste material, was not worth his attention.

"Fifteen years, you have only reached the fourth level of the Qi Condensation Realm, even if I promise you to continue to stay in the sect, the elders and other disciples of the sect will not be convinced, if outsiders know that my Heavenly Sword Sect is nepotistic, wouldn't it ruin the reputation of my Heavenly Sword Sect. ”

"So, it makes sense that you can't stay in the Heavenly Sword Sect anymore. ”

"The boss has a point. Several elders nodded in response.

"Hahaha. ”

Wu Chen raised his head and laughed, looking at Ye Wentian and the others again, he didn't expect that the people who were kind and respectful in the past would be so despicable and shameless in their hearts.

"Now I don't have the slightest use value for you, you just want to unload the mill and kill the donkey, why bother so pretending, since the Heavenly Sword Sect can't accommodate me, I'll leave." ”

After speaking, Wu Chen turned around and left.

"Wait. ”

As soon as he arrived and walked to the door, an elder called Wu Chen.

"What else?" Wu Chen turned around and said in a deep voice, at this time he didn't want to stay in this hypocritical place for a moment.

"The Falling Sky Sword Technique is the deepest sword spectrum of my Heavenly Sword Sect, and I can't let you take it out of the sect. ”

"Elder Sun is right. Ye Wentian nodded in agreement.

"All the sword moves of the Falling Sky Sword Technique have been imprinted in my mind, and I can't hand them over, but don't worry, I won't leak out your precious sword book. Wu Chen snorted lightly.

"There is no evidence, how can we rest assured that the sect's sword spectrum will be placed on an outsider. Sun Chang said.

Before he walked out of the door of the council hall, the other party said that he was an outsider, which was really ruthless and unjust, Wu Chen sneered in his heart.

"And what do you want?"

Elder Sun looked at Wu Chen with ill will, and then said, "Master, I have a way. ”

"Elder Sun said let's talk about it. Ye Wentian said.

"We can use soul searching to find out his memories and erase them. ”

"Well, that's a good idea. Ye Wentian nodded in agreement.

It's so vicious!

Soul searching is a means of forcibly erasing the memories of others, which is extremely vicious, and the person who is searched for the soul will not only have an impact on his future martial arts cultivation, but in serious cases, he may even become an idiot directly.

The other party actually said it so lightly, which shows that he is ruthless.

"After searching for souls, I have settled my grievances with the Heavenly Sword Sect, and I have nothing to do with them. Wu Chen gritted his teeth, and almost jumped out of his teeth, now that people are swordsmen and I am fish and meat, Wu Chen has no choice but to compromise.

"It couldn't be better. ”

Ye Wentian said disapprerovantly, as if the matter of soul searching was not worth mentioning to him at all.

As he spoke, he saw Ye Wentian get up and walk to Wu Chen's side, his left hand raised slightly, glowing with blood-red light, and then pressed heavily on Wu Chen's heavenly spirit.

With a muffled snort, Wu Chen suddenly felt a dizziness in his brain, as if he had been bitten by ten thousand insects, and his whole head seemed to be cracked.

Even if a Xuanwu Realm master experienced this kind of pain, he would scream on the spot, but Wu Chen gritted his teeth and didn't say a word.

Several elders next to him, looking at Wu Chen, who was gradually bleeding blood from the Seven Apertures, gritted their teeth and gurgled loudly, but they didn't let out a miserable scream, and for some reason an inexplicable sense of unease rose in their hearts.

A quarter of an hour later, Ye Wentian withdrew his palm.

Wu Chen felt his head sink, the things in front of him became blurred, and his body staggered.

Drawing out the long sword at his waist and supporting his unstable body, Wu Chen wiped the blood from his face, shook his head slightly, didn't say much, took firm steps, and staggered out of the door of the council hall.

Several elders looked at Wu Chen's back stretched by the sun, and an idea popped up in their hearts at the same time.

This son cannot be kept!