Celestial World.

Western Xinjiang.

Jiuxuan Mountain.

Outside the mountain gate of Jiuxuan Sword Gate.

"I have a high level of understanding, senior, give me a chance!"

On the Qingbai Jade Square, Han Muye grabbed the arm of the green-robed Taoist in front of him and said in a low voice.

Hearing his words, the man flicked his sleeves, swept his eyes around, and then sneered and said, "You can see, who here doesn't say that he has excellent understanding." ”

Han Muye turned his head, and all he saw was a cold look and a mocking look.

The Nine Xuan Sword Sect is one of the nine factions in Western Xinjiang, who is not confident in their qualifications and understanding when they come to Jiuxuan Mountain to apprentice?

Han Muye really wanted to cry without tears.

His perception is really high.

The benefit of crossing from the earth to this world is the full level of understanding.

But in the cultivation qualification test just now, he was rated as the second-class nine-grade qualification.

The nine-grade qualification, which is commonly known as the waste spirit root, is the kind that has no hope of building a foundation after a hundred years of cultivation.

No matter how good the comprehension is, with the cultivation qualifications of firewood waste, it is still firewood waste.

So he was ruthlessly eliminated by the Nine Xuan Sword Sect.

The Tianxuan World is a world of cultivation, and mortals who can't practice are ants.

Ants can't be seen by the strong.

At this time, on the Qingbai Jade Square, no one looked at Han Muye more.

The sun rises from the beginning to the sky and then to the west.

There are fewer and fewer people in Qingbaiyu Square.

Those who have enough qualifications will happily step into the mountain gate.

If the qualifications are not good, they will also take advantage of the light to go down the mountain early.

In this life, I broke the dream of cultivation.

Looking at the shining mountain gate in front of him, Han Muye clenched his fists tightly.

He just needs a chance.

An opportunity to practice.

As long as he can worship in the cultivation sect, with his full-level understanding, he will definitely be able to soar to the sky.

In order to be able to worship the Nine Xuan Sword Gate, he waited here for half a year.

But now all hope has come to naught.

Do you turn around and go to other sects?

The Nine Xuan Sword Sect does not accept the Nine Rank qualifications, and other sects will not accept them.

Moreover, the nearest other cultivation sect that he could see was also thousands of miles away, Han Muye didn't feel that he had no cultivation in his body, and he could go to the next sect alive.

Looking at the Qingbai Jade Square, Han Muye's eyes suddenly lit up, and he stepped forward in a few steps and lifted a mahogany chair.

The big chair was so heavy that it made him grin.

Still, he used all his strength to move towards the mountain gate.

Beside him, there were several people in gray robes, moving the tables and chairs that had been placed when they had recruited disciples.

"Smack-"

Han Muye moved to the front of the mountain gate, and a big hand slapped on the big chair he was carrying.

The big chair fell to the ground, and Han Muye also stumbled.

"Boy, you know what? If you don't wear this robe, you don't even have the qualifications to move a chair. ”

An eight-foot-tall, strong man as strong as a calf sneered and pointed to the gray robe on his body, then stretched out a hand to grab the big chair that Han Muye was moving, turned around and strode towards the mountain gate.

Phew, a handyman who does rough work, what a great thing.

Not to mention, at this time, it is really remarkable.

Han Muye hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed the leg of the big chair.

The big man turned his head, and his eyes showed a fierce look: "Boy, make trouble again-"

His words were blocked by the flash of spiritual light in Han Muye's palm.

That's half a spirit stone.

Spirit stone, a common hard currency among cultivators in the Tianxuan world, is necessary for cultivation and shopping, home travel, and fighting.

The cultivation world pays attention to the four essential elements, wealth, law, land, and wealth, which are put in the first place.

Han Muye glanced at the big man.

The big man looked around, nodded slightly, and the two pulled a big chair and walked to the corner of the mountain gate.

"This big brother, I just want to worship the Nine Xuan Sword Gate."

Always make up a reason why you must stay.

Han Muye handed over half of the spirit stone in his hand, and then lowered his voice and said, "I offended the enemy, and people are blocking me at the bottom of the mountain now, and if I go down, I will die." ”

There is a place in the Tianxuan World where the king's law is taught, but it is not in the western frontier.

In Western Xinjiang, a hard fist is the king's law.

There are many things that offend people and are killed halfway.

Dahan nodded, reached out and grabbed the half of the spirit stone that Han Muye handed over.

"Huh?"

The big man raised his head and looked at Han Muye, who was holding the spirit stone tightly.

Han Muye smiled and nodded.

"Hmm."

Lao Tzu's half of the spirit stone was earned by setting up a stall ring and juggling at the foot of the mountain, and it took half a year to earn it, how could it be handed over so easily?

In his previous life, he made a lot of friends who didn't do anything for money, but now Han Muye doesn't see rabbits and don't scatter eagles.

Dahan looked at the half of the spirit stone that Han Muye couldn't hold and couldn't pull in his hand, sighed, and said in a low voice: "You just need to enter the Nine Xuan Sword Gate, right?" ”

Han Muye nodded hurriedly.

He didn't expect much help from the guy in front of him who was doing the rough work.

If you can enter the mountain gate, you can do it.

As long as you go in, with your own understanding, you can rub hard, and you can also make a splash.

"That's okay, there is a shortage of sword watchers over there in the Sword Pavilion, I'll take you there."

Sword Pavilion?

That's a good name!

Sword watcher?

What kind of errand is this?

Carrying the big chair with this big man named Lu Gao, Han Muye finally got his wish and stepped into the mountain gate of the Nine Xuan Sword Gate.

Taking a deep breath, Han Muye seemed to feel a rich aura running through his chest, abdomen, heart and lungs.

"This is the taste of Reiki ......"

He squinted slightly, imagining the aura shuttling through his meridians.

"Come on, there is only a secret place in the back mountain on Jiuxuan Mountain that has aura, you take a sip, it's no different from the mountain."

"Besides, don't say that your waste spirit root, even if it is a heavenly spirit root above the first grade, I'm afraid you won't be able to smell the smell of spiritual energy."

Lu Gao's words interrupted Han Muye's interest.

Putting the big chair in the warehouse, Lu Gao led Han Muye along the mountain road and walked to a pavilion not far away.

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, this pavilion seems to be shrouded in a layer of golden light.

Far away, Lu Gao stopped.

"Na, this is the Sword Pavilion, you go to the door to find a person named Huang Lao Liu, and he will arrange for you to be an errand for the Sword Watcher."

Lu Gao said, and held out his hand again.

Han Muye handed him half of the spirit stone, and then arched his hand and said, "Brother Lu is a good person, I will settle down in a few days, please drink." ”

Lu Gao grinned: "Go, go." ”

Han Muye strode towards the Sword Pavilion.

Behind him, Lu Gao brought half of the spirit stone to his mouth and bit it, and rubbed it twice on his face.

"Good guys? How long do good people live? ”

"Boy, the next time you drink, I'm afraid it's your soul-breaking wine."

While muttering a few words, Lu Gao took the spirit stone into his arms, turned around and left, as if he didn't want to look at the Sword Pavilion at all.

Han Muye was already standing outside the Sword Pavilion at this time.

Looking up, the four-story building is rare and majestic.

And when it was close, this Sword Pavilion seemed to exude a hint of coolness, making people shudder.

"The sunset closes, the rules of the Sword Pavilion, you have to lead the sword to come tomorrow."

Han Muye hadn't stepped on the nine-story stone steps in front of the attic, and there was already an old voice coming from the closed attic door.

This is Huang Lao Liu?

Han Muye stood outside the pavilion door and hugged his fists and said, "Senior, I was arranged by the Miscellaneous Service Hall to be a sword watcher. ”

The voice fell, and the pavilion door opened with a "squeak".

An old man with gray hair and a wrinkled and shriveled face looked at Han Muye, looked up and down, and then said with hanging eyes: "The Sword Pavilion has 100,000 swords, and the sword qi hurts people. ”

"If you don't have cultivation, you won't be able to survive here for a year."

"Are you here to die?"