In the lobby, there was silence.

Xu Haosheng, who was standing there, seemed to think of something, and his eyes were a little scattered.

All the disciples below bowed their heads and hid the horror on their faces.

Yang Shao didn't know if he was right to bet.

"Good!" Xu Haosheng suddenly let out a long shout.

His eyes were full of essence, he reached out and patted Yang Shao's shoulder, and let out a long laugh: "In the future, you will be my Xu Haosheng's third disciple!" ”

Disciple in the room!

Above the hall, those white-clothed disciples all stared wide-eyed.

There are dozens of disciples in Santan Pavilion, but only two of them have entered the room.

Su Chengyun, one of the seventy-two masters of the outer gate, was not a disciple of the Santan Pavilion.

The two disciples of Santan Pavilion are all elites in the door!

At this time, the master wants to accept Yang Shao as the third disciple to enter the room!

Yang Shao did not hesitate, knelt on one knee, bowed and shouted: "Disciple Yang Shao, meet Master." ”

Like a teacher, like a father.

This is a disciple who has entered the house.

The disciple who enters the room is the existence of the mantle of inheritance.

The resources obtained are different from those of outsiders.

"Yang Shao, within three years, if you can comprehend the third level of Bibo swordsmanship, I will fight for a true inheritance for your teacher." On the head, Xu Haosheng, who put away his palms, spoke in a deep voice.

True biography!

Tens of thousands of outer gates of the Nine Xuan Sword Gate, three thousand inner gates, true inheritance, how many are there?

Plus those who don't know how many years they have been cultivating, are there a hundred?

Which one of the true legends in the door is not famous and holds a force in his hands?

After today, one step to the sky!

"Meet Senior Brother Yang." In the Santan Pavilion, a group of disciples saluted Yang Shao.

The disciple who entered the room was above the inner door.

And the true inheritance is the existence of the entire sect that competes with all its peers!

The master values Yang Shao so much, how dare the disciples be disrespectful?

Yang Shao smiled and raised his hand gently: "Senior brothers, no courtesy." ”

In the future, in the Santan Pavilion, his status is still above Su Chengyun.

Except for the two who entered the room, the others were all junior brothers.

All of this comes from the explanation and acting of the senior brother in the law acting building.

Thinking of Han Muye, who was acting in the law studio, Yang Shao's heart was hot.

Cultivating to the third level of Bibo, becoming the most valued disciple of the master, and becoming a pivotal true disciple in the sect.

Yang Shao seemed to see the Cotai Avenue in front of him!

Acting in the Law Building, I will live in the Law Acting Building in the future!

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I don't know if it's because he cultivated the Iron Bull Strength or because he practiced Ten Thousand Swords and returned to the sect, when Han Muye woke up in the morning, he was in good spirits.

After practicing swordsmanship a few times in the small courtyard, I actually felt that I had a lot of understanding of swordsmanship.

"Han boy, wait for the sword, you stand behind me." Neatly retracted, Huang Laoliu, who was wearing a black shirt, was a little taller, but he was still old between his eyebrows and eyes.

When the two of them were packing up, a bell rang in the distance.

The bell rang three times.

"When the earth falls, the bell rings three times, and the heaven falls and the bell rings six times."

Huang Laoliu shook his head and whispered to himself: "In the past two years, there have been three bells, it seems that there have been seven times......"

His words made Han Muye shake slightly.

Seven times three bells, that is, at least seven realm powerhouses have fallen.

The realm is strong, but the pillar of the sect, and he is a master in every family.

The terrain has a long lifespan, and it usually does not die.

Unless it's a war with a man.

Isn't this cultivation world also peaceful?

"Didn't you say that the Nine Xuan Sword Sect didn't have a Heavenly Realm? Where do the six rings come from? At the door of the Sword Pavilion, Han Muye, who was standing behind Huang Laoliu, asked.

"There is no Heavenly Realm, there are masters comparable to the Heavenly Realm, isn't the Sword Pavilion Ancestor just-" Huang Lao Liu didn't finish his words, and suddenly stopped.

Han Muye turned around and saw the white-robed ancestor stepping down.

Sword Pavilion Ancestor, this fall, will it be six rings?

Han Muye muttered in his heart.

When can I hear six rings?

The Sword Pavilion Ancestor didn't look at the two of them, and walked straight to the Sword Pavilion stone steps to stand.

In front of the Sword Pavilion, a team of sword cultivators in black robes walked solemnly.

These people carried long swords and wore black robes, and they seemed to weigh a thousand pounds in one step.

At the front of the black-robed sword cultivator, a white-bearded old man held a long and narrow wooden box in both hands, staring ahead, with a solemn expression on his face.

This Han Muye had seen yesterday, Ling Che, the deacon of the Battle Sword Hall, a powerhouse in the Realm Enlightenment Period.

Ling Che walked to the steps of the Sword Pavilion and stood still, holding his sword in both hands.

"Ling Che, the deacon of the Battle Sword Hall of the Nine Xuan Sword Gate, sent back to Senior Brother Zhou Yan, the deacon of the Battle Sword Hall, to carry the sword with him."

Ling Che stepped forward and drank in his mouth.

Behind him, the two rows of black-clothed sword cultivators all bowed down and clenched their fists.

"Senior Brother Zhou Yan has been in the Jiuxuan Sword Sect for three hundred years, and he has achieved great achievements, and he has entered the Sword Hall to fight for the sect for hundreds of battles."

"Today, Senior Brother has returned, and the War Sword Hall respectfully sends Senior Brother Zhou Yan to wear a sword into the Sword Pavilion, and his name will live forever——"

Ling Che shouted, holding the wooden box in both hands and handing it to the Sword Pavilion Ancestor.

All the black-clothed sword cultivators in the rear shouted in unison: "Congratulations to Senior Brother Zhou Yan——"

The Sword Pavilion Ancestor raised his hand to uncover the wooden box, and then reached out and took out a cyan sheathed long sword.

"Hum—"

The long sword roared, seemingly unwilling, and there seemed to be endless resentment.

A cold aura of slaughter instantly filled the three zhang square.

Han Muye was cold, and the iron bull didn't realize it, blocking the chill.

"Senior brother, rest assured, my Zhanjian Hall is determined to avenge my senior brother, and take the head of Qin Yuanhe Xiang sent by the Tailing Sword to pay tribute to my senior brother."

Tailing Sword Sect?

One of the nine factions in Western Xinjiang, ranked fourth among the four major sword sects.

The realm master of the Nine Xuan Sword Sect died at the hands of the powerhouse of the Tailing Sword Sect?

This is no small matter!

If the two major sword sects in Western Xinjiang fight, I am afraid that the entire Western Xinjiang will be involved.

Han Muye poked his head out and looked at the long sword held in the hand of the Sword Pavilion Ancestor.

"Welcome Deacon Zhou's sword into the Sword Pavilion."

The Sword Pavilion Ancestor raised his hand and handed the long sword behind him.

Huang Lao Liu took a step forward and raised his hand.

"Let him come."

The Sword Pavilion Ancestor's sword was still being raised, and he spoke lightly.

Huang Laoliu was shocked.

"Ancestor, Han Muye just came-"

Before Huang Lao Liu's words were finished, the Sword Pavilion Elder turned his head slightly, and his gaze fell on Han Muye.

"Hum—"

On Han Muye's body, all the strength of the iron bull was aroused in an instant, and the muscles and bones all over his body seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer, which made his eyes bloom.

The fourteen sword intent stored in the illusory space of his chest and abdomen vibrate, as if he was about to rush out directly.

At a glance, all the sword intent was stirred, how strong was the cultivation of this Sword Pavilion Ancestor in front of him?

But this kind of power seems to be completely different from Ling Che in the Enlightenment Period, it is all from the traction of sword intent.

With a sigh of relief, Han Muye stepped forward, nodded to Huang Laoliu, who had a mixed face and gave him a look, and then bowed down and said, "Disciple Yingjian." ”

The Sword Pavilion Ancestor put the long sword in Han Muye's hand: "Put it on the second floor." ”

Han Muye nodded, holding the long sword in both hands, and turned around and walked towards the second floor.

"Huang Zhenxiong, you've been a sword watcher for seven years, have you seen less back and forth?"

"As a sword watcher, life and death depend on creation."

Behind him, the voice of the Sword Pavilion Ancestor came faintly.

Huang Zhenxiong, it turns out that Huang Lao Liu's name is quite domineering.

Holding a long sword in his hand, Han Muye had no sadness or joy on his face.

The words of the Sword Pavilion Ancestor were for himself.

Since he has entered the sword qi in his heart and his life is short, this task of welcoming the sword is handed over to him, which can be regarded as making the best use of it.

This can't be blamed on the Sword Pavilion Ancestor for being ruthless.

As a sword watcher, you should have the consciousness of being eroded by sword qi and dying.

But maybe that's not the case?

Stepping on the steps of the second floor of the Sword Pavilion, a smile appeared on the corner of Han Muye's mouth.

The palm of his hand rested lightly on the hilt of the sword he was holding.

"Hum—"

With a sword roar, pictures appeared in his mind!

The sword of the Terrain Strong!