Sword Shrine.

Surrounded by aura, the fairy trees are verdant.

More than 100,000 spirit swords were sunk into the solid stone, and after the baptism of the years, most of them were rusty, and they had long lost their demeanor before the fall.

Gu Chen Immortal Venerable looked at the "Tomb of the Sword" in front of him, as if he was thoughtful.

As the master of the Sword Pavilion, he has a respected status, and he is a Yuanying cultivator, and he can also rank among the top in the sect in terms of qualifications.

Turning around slowly, Gu Chen's gaze swept over the disciples of the Sword Pavilion slightly, and finally stopped on Ye Bufan.

Ye Bufan, a seemingly ordinary country boy, was specially found by him and brought back to the sect as a trainee disciple.

In the eyes of Guchen Immortal Venerable, Ye Bufan is blessed with great luck, he is the chosen son, and he will definitely have a bright future in the future.

In order to verify this, after the apprenticeship ceremony, he hurriedly gathered all his disciples and came to the sword mound for a "test".

Then.

Gu Chen's Immortal Venerable said solemnly:

"You have been summoned here for the purpose of choosing a sword."

As soon as these words came out, the new disciples were all overjoyed.

Among them, many disciples have not yet obtained the spirit sword.

The treasures buried in the sword mound are all famous and surnamed, and the worst can also "open" the ground-level nine-grade spirit sword!

The family behind Shen Ling is prominent, and when he apprenticed, he brought two spirit swords, one heaven-level and one earth-level three-grade.

Before, he thought that with these two good swords in hand, there was really no need to go to the sword shrine to choose a sword.

But this time, he's going to have to mix it up anyway.

"New disciples of the Sword Pavilion, you are out of the ranks..."

As soon as the words fell, more than 20 disciples walked out, all with joy and excitement on their faces.

"There are rules for choosing swords in the sword mound." Gu Chenxian Venerable said slowly, "If there is no sword, you can choose a sword, if you have a sword, you must be buried in the sword mound first..."

There is a give-and-take.

This truth is something that the beginner disciples of the Sword Pavilion must understand.

Upon hearing this, several disciples immediately began to hesitate.

Obviously, they all had spirit swords on them.

"I give up..."

"I also abstain..."

Immediately, a disciple retreated, and Gu Chen's face was expressionless, and he waved his hand:

"The Sword Pavilion has never been difficult for others, so you all step down."

After that, he looked at Ye Bufan, who hesitated, and his face was not very good-looking.

"Ye Bufan, have you obtained the spirit sword?" Gu Chen's Immortal Venerable asked.

"This..."

Ye Bufan began to swallow and vomit, in fact, he really wanted to gamble in the sword mound, but with the Bixiao Sword given by the senior brother in his hand, it was really difficult to choose.

This is a heaven-level first-grade spirit sword!

How can you be willing to be buried in the sword mound so easily?

If you exchange it for a chance to choose a sword, what if you open a heaven-level final product, or even a ground-level?

Haven't you been laughed off by your fellow disciples?

Moreover, if the treasure given by the senior brother in front of everyone is buried directly, he will definitely be labeled as "ungrateful" and scolded for being bloody!

"Ye Bufan, this kid, just gave him the Bixiao Sword, and he forgot it so quickly?"

Xu Kun couldn't help but whisper, and immediately, the surrounding disciples also began to mumble.

"This kid shouldn't really bury the heaven-level first-grade spirit sword, right?"

"No, unless he's sick in the head..."

"Hmph, he also dares to bury the sword of the senior brother, I think he is impatient."

Behind him, the pressure was overwhelming, making Ye Bufan breathless, and beads of sweat the size of beans oozed from his forehead.

Shen Ling saw it in his eyes, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, obviously everything was under control.

"Ye Bufan, it seems that you already have a spirit sword, should you use it for a chance to choose a sword in the sword shrine, or go back honestly?"

There was a trace of unhappiness on Gu Chen's face.

At the time of the apprenticeship ceremony, Ye Bufan still had no long things, why did he accept it so quickly?

Greed in the heart is a taboo in practice!

"Master, disciple... Disciple..."

Ye Bufan knew in his heart that Gu Chen Immortal Venerable wanted him to try his luck in the Sword Shrine, and he would be able to obtain an innate level spirit sword.

But at the same time, he also knew that sacrificing the sword of his senior brother would have unimaginable consequences.

"Hmph..."Gu Chen's face turned cold, "Since you don't want to bury the sword, then you can retreat!" ”

“... Yes, Master. ”

Ye Bufan wiped his sweat, bowed down and retreated, his chest felt extremely stuffy, and it was difficult to relieve it for a while.

Here, Gu Chen's Immortal Venerable couldn't help but be a little disappointed, and the "test" against Ye Bufan ended hastily before it began.

And the rest of the disciples, whether they choose the sword or not, in fact, it doesn't matter anymore.

Only those who have great luck can "awaken" an innate spirit sword in the sword shrine, and these disciples are obviously not qualified enough.

"Master, the disciple wants to enter the sword shrine."

A disciple with a slender figure and a handsome face stood up and bowed respectfully.

Gu Chen's Immortal Venerable was stunned, this person was his eldest disciple Shen Ling.

"Shen Ling, as a senior disciple of the Sword Pavilion, you must be very clear about the rules of the Sword Shrine, right?"

"The disciple knows that those who enter the sword mound must bury the sword first."

As he spoke, Shen Ling summoned out his ground-level third-grade spirit sword and threw it towards the sword mound without hesitation.

The sword mound seemed to smell the smell of the spirit sword, and suddenly released a wisp of spiritual energy, which rolled up greedily like a long tongue and "swallowed" it.

In an instant, the shadow of the sword disappeared in a flash, and it disappeared into the deep forest.

"The disciple has buried the sword, please allow the master!"

Shen Ling's gaze was very firm, and all the disciples were moved.

Gu Chen Immortal Venerable was slightly surprised at first, then showed an appreciative gaze and nodded:

"Okay, since you have made up your mind, how can you not let you go as a teacher?"

"Thank you, Master."

"Well, for the sake of the teacher, the ban will be opened..."

Gu Chenxian Venerable pointed with one hand, secretly reciting the mantra, and the prohibition on the periphery of the sword mound disappeared.

Shen Ling settled down, and amid the exclamations of the disciples of the Sword Pavilion, he entered the Sword Shrine first.

Then, the remaining new disciples who chose to enter the Sword Shrine couldn't hold back and flashed in one by one.

Not far away, Ye Bufan felt very uncomfortable, this senior brother, he didn't know what medicine was sold in the gourd?

Could it be that he was really sure that he could choose the strongest one from the 100,000 spirit swords?

Are you kidding!

"Hmph, Master said that I am the chosen one, Shen Ling, don't think too much about yourself!"

......

In the sword mound.

The fog rises, and the vision is limited to three steps.

Under the leadership of Shen Ling, the new disciples of the Sword Pavilion dodged many traps and finally approached the place where the sword was buried.

"Senior brother, we still don't go inside..."

"Yes, yes, there are a lot of spirit swords here, just take one."

Shen Ling smiled and said:

"Junior disciples, please take the sword, remember to return the same way, don't go in the wrong direction."

"We remember, thank you, brother..."

After bidding farewell to his junior brothers, Shen Ling strode into the dense fog alone, and continued to move forward without looking back.

The Heaven-Defying Spirit Sword he was looking for was obviously not here.

Half an hour passed.

Shen Ling walked to the foot of a serpentine boulder, his face showing joy.

According to the record of "Dream Book", the male protagonist Ye Bufan went deep into the sword mound, and by mistake, he found a sword in the entrenchment of a serpentine strange stone.

"The Seven Death Sword, the legendary supreme innate spirit sword, can severely damage the Jindan Realm just by virtue of its murderous aura..."

In front of Shen Ling's eyes, a seemingly ordinary spirit sword sank into the crack in the stone, and no one could have imagined that it was the famous "God-Killing Sword"!

"Ye Bufan, if I don't take your chance this time, in the future, you will use this sword to slaughter my Shen family, and my father and mother will die under your sword..."

Shen Ling thought secretly, gently holding the hilt of the sword.

Suddenly, he seemed to feel that 100,000 spirit swords were trembling in unison!

The world's divine soldiers, respect the sword!

A sword of swords, the best innate!

"Seven Death Sword, from now on, I, Shen Ling, will be your new master!"