Ye Feng wanted to know where the predecessors of the Sword Hall had gone, but Xiao Bai didn't say it, he couldn't get to the bottom of it, so he could only bury the doubts in his heart deep in his heart.

Following Xiao Bai into the room, Ye Feng saw that in the huge hall, there were twenty-six picture scrolls hanging respectively. These scrolls depict old men who are old and senile, as well as young monks who are heroic and restrained.

All the people on the picture are of different heights and shapes, but they all have a common characteristic, and there is an aura of arrogance hidden between the eyebrows. Although there were only pictures hanging in front of him, Ye Feng still had a feeling that these Sword Hall sages seemed to appear in front of him, either standing on the edge of a cliff or standing on the edge of the beach, with a breath suppressing the grandeur of nature.

Seeing Ye Feng staring at the painting, Xiao Bai smiled slightly. Back then, he was led to the Sword Hall by the teacher, and when he saw these picture scrolls, his performance was even far inferior to Ye Feng. To this day, he still vividly remembers how shocked he was when he first saw the paintings of these great men.

After Ye Feng stood in place and admired the twenty-six scrolls in turn, Xiao Bai introduced the identities of the people on the scrolls to Ye Feng one by one.

The portrait of an elderly man in the center of the hall depicts the founder of the Sword Hall, the old man of Tianjian. This old man, who was dominating the storm 1,500 years ago and crisscrossing the entire Tian Yuan Continent, was a ghost genius who had cultivated to the heavens.

Although he was only promoted to the Sword Venerable powerhouse after he was sixty years old, his name was still widely spread in the Tian Yuan Continent. So far, the record for the fastest ascension from Sword Venerable to Sword God, the three-year period, has been held by the Heavenly Sword Old Man.

On one side of the picture scroll of the old man of Heavenly Sword, the other picture scroll depicts a tall and straight middle-aged man wearing a purple robe, with an extraordinary momentum. The background of the picture depicts a magnificent ocean, however, even the sea is forced to suppress the momentum in front of this man. Just from the picture scroll, you can feel that the man's momentum has surpassed the vastness and vastness of the ocean.

Xiao Fei, the chaotic swordsman, is the first disciple of the Sword Hall and the only descendant of the old man of the Heavenly Sword. Just like the Heavenly Sword Old Man who was famous for shaking the Tianyuan Continent, Xiao Fei had never weakened the name of the Sword Hall. In thirty-five years, Xiao Fei became a sword god from a sword master, and in his era, any sword cultivator would be in awe and full of respect when he heard Xiao Fei's name.

Except for the Heavenly Sword Old Man and Xiao Fei, the first and second generation heads of the Sword Hall, the remaining twenty-four people are also people with stories. It can be said that these twenty-four people have been at the peak of sword cultivation for more than a thousand years before. Each person's story will be depicted as a wonderful and uplifting biographical literature.

When he was introduced to Cang Juezi, the twenty-sixth generation disciple of the Sword Hall, Xiao Bai's eyes became moist and covered with a layer of mist.

Just like Ye Feng is deeply in love with Xiao Bai, Xiao Bai's feelings for his teacher Cang Juezi have not changed for hundreds of years. To this day, Xiao Bai still remembers the scene when Cang Juezi taught him swordsmanship and exercises, thinking of the teacher's cynical and especially free and easy character, Xiao Bai is always fascinated and can't extricate himself.

Cang Juezi is the most cheerful person among the ancestors of Jiantang. His personality is more uninhibited than Shangguan Weifeng and Jiang Ziwei, and in the years he has been walking the Tianyuan Continent, everywhere he goes, he is full of joy.

Xiao Bai and Cang Juezi met in a deserted and populated town. That year, there was a severe drought in the town, and no rain fell for three months, so that all the people died of hunger and thirst.

When Cang Juezi found Xiao Bai, eleven-year-old Xiao Bai and his sister were sitting in front of their father's grave, holding a piece of human flesh and doing a difficult ideological struggle. By eating this piece of human flesh, he and his sister could live two more days. If he didn't eat it, he and his sister would die at most tomorrow morning! For an 11-year-old boy, the choice between conscience and life is so difficult and painful.

Xiao Bai is a normal person, with flesh and blood and conscience. Although he was only eleven years old, he eventually performed a feat that ordinary people could not have guessed. Xiao Bai didn't eat the piece of meat, nor did he let his dying sister eat it. After throwing away the scrap of meat at hand, he left his sister where he was, and went into the bushes where the ground was full of dead branches and all the trees withered.

When he reappeared, Xiao Bai had an extra piece of flesh the size of a palm, dripping with blood. After giving the piece of meat to his sister, who was about to fall into a coma, he was exhausted and finally fainted on the ground.

Xiao Bai didn't know when he woke up, but he knew that when he woke up again, he saw Cang Juezi's handsome face for the first time.

Cang Juezi only asked him one sentence, whether he was willing to cultivate with him, and did not say anything else. Although Cang Juezi didn't say much, Xiao Bai trusted Cang Juezi from the bottom of his heart, and came to the Sword Hall station with Cang Juezi without hesitation.

After being in contact with Cang Juezi for a long time, Xiao Bai only then knew what happened that day. When he went into the woods that day to cut off the tender flesh on his arm and give it to his sister to eat, Cang Juezi hid in the dark and watched.

Xiao Bai fainted, but his sister regained consciousness because of the timely replenishment of food. When his sister woke up, she realized that she had eaten her brother's flesh and blood, and she was in pain. Originally, his sister wanted to repay the debt of eating her brother's flesh and blood with her life, but unexpectedly, another hidden master happened to pass by here, took a fancy to his sister's qualifications, and took her away.

Cang Juezi originally didn't plan to accept Xiao Bai as an apprentice, but Xiao Bai's feat of feeding his sister with his own flesh and blood conquered Cang Juezi. Since then, Xiao Bai has followed Cang Juezi for fifteen years. That is, after the fifteenth year, Cang Juezi was promoted to become a sword god powerhouse, quietly left the sword hall, and went to the place where the disciples of the sword hall of the past generations had to go after being upgraded to the sword god.

Thinking of his teacher's cultivation and nurturing grace to him, Xiao Bai was excited in his heart and suddenly fell to his knees.

Respectfully kowtowing to the portrait of Cang Juezi three times, Xiao Bai stood up and muttered to himself, "Teacher." Xiao Bai is not filial, and he still hasn't been promoted to become a sword god powerhouse for hundreds of years, and he almost lost the inheritance of the sword hall. However, fortunately, with the blessing of the master and the ancestors of the Sword Hall, Xiao Bai finally found the best successor for the Sword Hall in his lifetime. ”

"Come, Feng'er, meet all the ancestors again, and let the ancestors bless you with smooth sailing on the road of cultivation in the future, and advance to become a sword god powerhouse as soon as possible!" Xiao Bai said to Ye Feng with concern.

Feeling Xiao Bai's sincerity, and also shocked by the vigorous feats made by these Sword Hall seniors, Ye Feng also fell to his knees solemnly.

The moment he landed on his knees, suddenly, twenty-six powerful divine thoughts surged out of the air at the same time, sweeping over his body in turn.

Every divine thought was not only investigating Ye Feng's qualifications and cultivation, but also constantly sending him all kinds of strange information.

While the twenty-six messages were constantly lingering in his mind, Ye Feng had a strange feeling in his heart, as if as long as he was willing, he could use his mind to communicate with the twenty-six messages.

Among the twenty-six messages, a golden and blue intertwined idea is particularly eye-catching. After a little contemplation, Ye Feng made a decision to communicate this very tempting information with his mind.

Thoughts poured out of Ye Feng's mind, instantly intersecting with the golden and blue information.

"Boom", Ye Feng's sea of consciousness burst out with a dazzling crimson light, and then he suddenly realized that the whole person was in a strange world.

On Ye Feng's side, Xiao Bai looked at Ye Feng, who was already in a trance, who was already in a trance, smiled slightly, and walked out of the room quickly.

After getting out of the room and breathing in the fresh air again, Xiao Bai quietly said to himself: "Ye Feng, now you are facing the test of the twenty-six ancestors of the Sword Hall. It's up to you how long you can hold on, and whether you'll be able to set a new record for Sword Hall disciples to face trials. ”

After saying this, Xiao Bai shook his hand slightly, took out a back chair, put it on the ground, and lay on it leisurely, squinting his eyes comfortably.

In the room, nothing has changed, except that among the twenty-six picture scrolls, the picture scroll of Zhu Yucang, the twelfth generation descendant of the Sword Hall, is depicted, and the surface radiates gold and blue light.

This golden and blue light intersected with Ye Feng's thoughts in the void. The golden-blue and red-green rays were like two giant dragons rolling and entangled, pressing forward step by step, not giving an inch.

In the outside world, two rays of light were fighting with each other, but in Ye Feng's consciousness, a strange space with a blue dome and a golden ground appeared.

In front of him, a man with a thin figure, more like a weak scholar, shook his folding fan lightly, looked at Ye Feng with a smile, and said, "Little guy." If you want to join the Sword Hall, you can, but you must be tested by us. In this way, I will give you a chance, as long as you can defeat me within ten moves, I can inform the other fellow disciples and approve you to join the Sword Hall immediately. ”

"Ten moves?" Ye Feng had already recognized that the person in front of him was Zhu Yucang, the twelfth disciple of the Sword Hall. Although he didn't know how Zhu Yucang did it, he could create such a vast space with just a wisp of divine thought, but he guessed that even if Xiao Bai introduced him, if he wanted to be recognized by these arrogant Sword Hall sages, he would have to do his best.

"Okay, ten moves are ten moves. Master Zhu, please don't forget what you just promised, as long as I pass the ten moves, I will pass your level!" Ye Feng said in a deep voice, slowly raising his palm, and posing in a combat starting style that combines offense and defense.