Late spring, cold night

In the night of late spring, the cold air is as cold as a knife, and the people who scrape it ache for a while, and in this cold night like a knife, in a courtyard at the foot of Qingzhuzong Mountain, there are two people leaning against the window, talking and laughing.

Two men, in their twenties, one in a yellow shirt and the other in a black shirt.

The man in the yellow shirt is handsome, with a face like jade, and when he smiles, two shallow nests of pear blossoms are open around his mouth, which is a bit of a girl's appearance, while the man in the yellow shirt has a strong posture, majestic hair, and a staggered beard on his dark face, which stands on end.

The one in the yellow shirt is Xue Muyang, who is known as the boxing bully in the outer gate of the Qingzhu Sect, although there is a tyrant in the nickname, but the person looks like a teacher in the academy, but he is like a teacher in the academy;

The moon is full and the fog is thick.

The full moon hides its figure in the mist, revealing only half of its face, so that people can see it, but there is some desolation and haze of the crescent moon, and the heartbreak of beauty.

But Xiang Hua and Xue Muyang didn't mean to appreciate the moonlight, and the two stood against the window, not to enjoy the moonlight, but to breathe the unrestrained air.

As the top two of the outer disciples, they don't have to participate in the three previous exams of Dabi, but they have a lot of time to squander.

The two of them had just drunk that night, and their faces still had the excitement of alcohol—they felt very happy.

"The wine just now was really strong, delicious and strong, but you drank too little, very little every time. Xiang Hua was drunk, even his tongue was swirling in his mouth, and what was originally an excellent official language was a little exotic and emphasized.

Xue Muyang shook his head with a smile, his bright eyes shining in the soft moonlight, and he said after a while: "I'm not as good as you when I drink, I'm not as good as you, I'm not as drunk as you are, I can't help but drink less, so it's you who gets drunk first every time." ”

"It's really boring, it's like this every time, it's really boring to drink with you, I can't be happy once, you, you're not a man, how can a man not drink?" Xiang Hua stroked his long black beard and said with a smile.

Xue Muyang's radiant eyes turned, a little abrupt, but he quickly came to his senses and said with a smile: "Fine wine is not very attractive to me, but you, Dabi is about to start, it is better to drink less these days." ”

Xiang Hua curled his beard, pointed at Xue Muyang and laughed: "Xue Muyang, Xue Muyang, I said that you are not a man, you still don't recognize it, just an outer door is big, it may be difficult for me?"

"Not necessarily!" Xue Muyang looked away, poured into the several white jade cups on the table, and with a wave of his right hand, one of them flew into his hand.

"I think there's a couple of tricky guys this time. He shook the jade cup slightly, looked at it and looked at it, and finally took a sip, answering nonchalantly.

"I see how much you think, although there are many people who come this time, how many of the top ones can be better, and how many people can beat you and me?" Xiang Hua snorted coldly, his eyes showing disdain.

He was disdainful of these children of the family who came to admire him. Although the family is stronger than ordinary people, in the eyes of the sect, it is also limited, and the best among the children of the family is much inferior to the genius who cultivates in the eight-rank sect like him.

This is the norm and a habitual awareness.

Xue Muyang shook his head helplessly, the best among the disciples of the same outer sect, he is cautious by nature, no matter how big or small, even a little flaw, he will think about it for a long time until it is made up; Xiang Hua's personality is the opposite of him, he is very arrogant, informal, and the person he likes is naturally sincere and enthusiastic, and he doesn't even look at what he can't look at.

It can be said that Xiang Hua, the king of swords, is extremely proud, not only from his strength, but also from his record - he has fought 128 times without defeat.

"Then you should be careful, too. Xue Muyang said, "I heard that the kid from the Lian family in the Western Regions is here, and the kid from the Bai family in Luzhou is also here, and a few geniuses have recently popped up at the outer gate, don't talk about it from afar, just say that it's close at hand, Han Chuang, have you heard of it?"

Han Chuang's notoriety was widely spread in the Qingzhu Sect, how could Xiang Hua not hear of it.

"Naturally, I heard that kid can't condense the martial soul, it's a pity, I also saw him back then, the root bones, understanding, all of them are the best choice, it's a pity that this martial soul, hey!" he took a long breath, as if sighing for such a talent, but he was jealous early.

Xue Muyang's eyes flashed, and he casually put the white jade cup on the edge of the window, and said softly: "I heard that his cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds, and he has killed the iron arm Bai of the Great Perfection of Replenishment with a sword in the ring of life and death. ”

Xiang Hua frowned slightly, and said suspiciously: "Iron Arm Bai didn't use the martial soul?"

Xue Muyang glanced at him and said, "In the ring of life and death, it's either life or death, who will keep it?"

"Then how did he do it?" Xiang Hua was in high spirits for a while, and his drunkenness gradually subsided.

Xue Muyang glanced at him again, thinking, "I knew you would be interested in this." He said: "This is the most wonderful place-" The colorful gaze swept across Xiang Hua's face, and suddenly became cold: "He didn't use his martial spirit, but with a sword, he pierced Tie Jianbai's throat." ”

Xiang Hua was shocked in his heart, his eyes widened, his tiger beard froze, and said, "Is this true?"

Although Iron Arm Bai is not the top figure in the outer gate, he can be regarded as one of the top figures, and the cultivation of the Great Perfection of the body, coupled with the golden lion martial soul, there are not many people in the outer gate who can win against him, let alone the martial soul.

Xiang Hua asked himself if he could do this, but who was he? The super genius who ranked first among the outer disciples of the Qingzhu Sect and had the strength to challenge the core disciples.

He was very surprised that Han Chuang, who was full of notoriety, could do this, and he couldn't wait to compete with him immediately.

Xue Muyang pursed his lips and smiled, after figuring out Xiang Hua's martial idiot attributes, he poured himself a glass of wine without hurry, took a sip, moistened his throat, and when the longing in Xiang Hua's eyes was almost dripping, he was lazy and said, "Naturally, it's true." ”

He half sleeps his eyes and sketches the perfect sword in his mind.

Right!

It's perfect, it's a perfect work of art.

When Han Chuang and Tie Jian Bai competed, he happened to be near the ring of life and death, looking at this perfect sword from a distance, and the style of this sword made him dazzled.

"You must be careful of his swordsmanship when you meet him, that swordsmanship ......" Xue Muyang pondered for a moment, and finally said: "That swordsmanship is a flawless swordsmanship." ”

Xiang Hua's gaze was sharp, and his expression was rigorous and solemn. He knew Xue Muyang in front of him, the boxer didn't seem to be domineering, but his domineering spirit was hidden in his heart, if he didn't really admire it, he wouldn't respect it so much.

Is it perfect? Then you only need to have strength to crush it, Xiang Hua thought about it.

Yes, in the face of perfect swordsmanship, the way anyone can think of is to crush it with strength, and crush it thoroughly. Xiang Hua's belligerent heart began to boil.

Early in the morning, a sunny day.

The thick fog that shrouded the sky all night finally dissipated, revealing the face of the world, the sun was like a naughty child, flowing on the corners of everyone's clothes, warm, but when you wanted to catch him, he avoided it lightly.

Sunlight is so unpredictable.

Equally unpredictable is the content of the three attempts.

Mind?

How to test?

Is it to hang a knife over your head, or to make people jump into the fire?

Han Chuang shook his head, it shouldn't be like this.

Helian Mo touched Han Chuang's arm and said jokingly: "What's the matter? Are you nervous? It's just a test, there's nothing to be nervous about, look at me." He patted his chest, "I'm full of confidence." ”

Are you ignorant, Han Chuang thought to himself, glanced at him, and said sourly: "The unknown is the most frightening." ”

Indeed, whether it is light work or skill, there are only a few ways to study it, and there are traces to follow, and how can this mind and mind be considered?

No matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't think of it.

asked Liu Qingfu, but she just smiled and didn't answer, the reason was that she couldn't give too many hints to the contestants, okay, then don't prompt.

An inner disciple named Chen He led those who had passed the second round of tests into a cave in the valley and said, "You go into the cave one by one, and whoever can come out from the other side will be considered to have passed." ”

What is this test?

Even Han Chuang was a little dissatisfied, and didn't even tell you what you should do?

Wait, caves?

Since the last time he encountered the sword ghost, Han Chuang has been extremely sensitive to the cave, and subconsciously used his subtle ability to explore it, only to feel that this cave is dark and deep, and there is a faint feeling of strangeness.

Could it be a formation?

After experiencing the test of the sword ghost, he was no longer the original Wuxia Ameng, and when he saw that this cave was empty, he immediately thought in the direction of the formation.

Soon, Chen He explained: "There is a formation laid out by the senior masters of my faction here, and it is also the best way to test people's will in my faction. Those who enter the cave come to me to receive a spiritual rune, and if they pass through another cave, I will feel it. ”

At this point, he didn't continue, just waved his hand and said, "Whoever goes in first." ”

Everyone looked at each other, and no one dared to go first.

Chen He's face changed, and he said with a mocking smile: "Doesn't anyone dare to go up? After speaking, his eyes swept through the crowd, and his eyes were full of contempt.

Dared!

Even if they knew that it was a radical method, some people were fooled, and a young man of about twenty years old walked away and said loudly: "It's just a small cave, and you Qingzhu Sect won't dare to harm us, take the talisman!"

Chen He didn't care about the tone of the young man, handed him a yellow talisman, and said responsibly: "If you can't bear it, just look back and run." ”

The young man snorted coldly and said, "Don't bother. Before he could finish speaking, he strode into the cave.

Everyone stared intently at his back and disappeared at the entrance of the cave, listening attentively, only to feel that the cave was silent and very strange.

But in the weirdness, some people feel lucky - silent, isn't it good news, maybe people have long passed, so they are silent.

At this moment, they heard a terrible scream from the cave, and as soon as everyone wanted to step forward, they saw that the young man, who was still full of ambition, rushed out with his head in his hands.

But seeing that his clothes were smooth and his face was white and dustless, he did not look like he had been attacked, but his face was pale, his eyes were wide open, his body trembled involuntarily, and the color of horror was overflowing.

What did he experience in the cave?

What did he see?

What scares him so much?

Nobody knows.

A few familiar warriors helped him aside to ask, but he ignored it, just whispered something like "Don't come, go quickly, come quickly", his eyes were blank.

One of the warriors glared at Chen He angrily and shouted, "What did you do to him?"

Chen He smiled coldly, his face was full of sarcasm, and said, "What do you think I did to him, I just stood here, didn't move, everyone saw it." "It looks indifferent, which makes people itch with hatred.

The warrior also gritted his teeth with hatred, looking like he was eager to tear Chen He apart, but he was speechless.

Why?

How could he defeat the inner disciples of the Qingzhu Sect; if he wanted to rely on the strength of everyone, who would help him; even if he reasoned, Chen He stood in place and did not move, which was seen by everyone.

He could only look at Chen He angrily, but an older martial artist beside him saw some clues, walked up to Chen He, and said, "Please come to the rescue." ”

Chen He smiled slightly, stared at the martial artist who was still glaring at him angrily, and said lightly: "This is like words." Walking up to the young man, he glanced at him with pity, and said lightly: "If you are not strong-willed, who is to blame?"

Before the words fell, he stretched out a claw like lightning and grabbed the yellow talisman in the young man's hand; although the young man's heart was swaying, his instinct was still there, and when he saw someone grabbing him, his body automatically reacted to dodge, so where could he dodge Chen He's grasp like purple lightning, and the yellow talisman suddenly fell into Chen He's hand.

He smiled coldly and said, "With such strength, I don't know how the first two levels were passed." With a hard grasp of his right hand, Huang Fu suddenly turned into a piece of debris.

The young man let out a loud shout and fainted.

Chen He said: "Carry it back, you will recover after a day of rest, and there will be no sequelae." After speaking, he clapped his hands, as if he had done something insignificant, and said lightly:

"Next!"