Shout!

The sound of the sword broke through the air, piercing people's eardrums.

Yang Yi was horrified in his heart, and the strong aura of death lingered in his heart, making him almost suffocate.

Looking at the lightning-like sword light, it was too late to dodge.

He could only roar, urging the sword intent, casting the origin method, and urging the blood drinking knife in the true sense.

It is now a low-grade spiritual weapon, and it has a certain amplifying effect on blood qi.

As for urging the sword, it's too late.

With a three-pronged approach, a terrifying force erupted in Yang Yi's body.

With a swing of his sword, he bucked the trend.

Clang!

The swords intersected with an earth-shattering sound.

Yang Yi snorted in pain and his feet sank, the high platform collapsed directly, and he also flew out upside down.

Flying sand and rocks, dust and smoke everywhere.

Violent winds swept in all directions, carrying dust and smoke up like mushroom clouds.

Yang Yihu's mouth cracked, and blood was dripping.

His arms trembled uncontrollably, and he was almost unconscious, completely clutching the blood-drinking knife with a sense of perseverance.

The inner deacon is far from being comparable to the outer deacon.

In terms of status, they are higher than the inner disciples, but lower than the true disciples, and their status is often linked to cultivation.

Zhao Yulin was murderous and had a cold expression.

He took advantage of the victory to pursue, rushed up to Yang Yi and slashed down with a sword again, and the sword light was still terrifying.

At this moment, a figure shot out like lightning, blocking in front of Yang Yi in an instant, and then with a wave of his long sleeves, the majestic true qi shot out of the air, making Zhao Yulin scream and fly out upside down at a faster speed.

It's Princess Binh Duong!

Princess Pingyang turned her head and said with a concerned expression: "Yang Yi, are you okay?" ”

Yang Yi reined in his thoughts and said gratefully: "Thank you, princess, you saved me again, I don't have a big problem, I just suffered a little internal injury." ”

Princess Pingyang nodded and said, "That's fine." You don't have to worry about the previous thing, we all looked at it, although you killed Mu Qingyang, but the ignorant are not guilty, not to mention that Mu Qingyang wants to kill you first. This Zhao Yulin should have been instructed by some people to take the opportunity to get rid of you. ”

She came from a royal family, and she had never seen any intrigues.

Yang Zheng's little tricks, she could understand them at a glance, and the high-level people of the Ziyang Sect could also understand them.

If Yang Yi didn't have a backer, he would be killed if he was killed, and no one would pay attention to it.

But now that Princess Pingyang is willing to support Yang Yi, then Yang Yi will naturally be fine, and no one will offend her for a dead person.

Yang Yi nodded, understanding what she said.

Zhao Yulin struggled to get up, his chest was already red with blood, and the corners of his mouth were still bloodshot.

On the stone steps behind the mountain gate, a middle-aged man with a majestic breath came to the square surrounded by everyone, and this group of people were all people with deep breath.

"Meet the sect master, meet the peak masters!"

On the square, many disciples of the Ziyang Sect bowed down one after another.

The Sect Master of the Purple Sun Sect was named Bai Fengyu, and with a gentle smile on his face, he looked at Yang Yi and praised: "You are very good, but the Blood Qi Realm is capable of the enemy Qi and Pulse Realm, and you can also comprehend the sword intent, which can be described as a peerless genius like no other in ten thousand." It's just a pity that you have cultivated the Dao of the Dao, otherwise your future achievements are limitless. ”

There was praise in his voice, and there was even more sighing.

At his level, he didn't think that the Dao of the Sword was an inferior Dao, but that the Dao of the Dao really had no future.

It's not just that high-grade knife skills are scarce, it's a systemic problem.

Take weapons as an example, if it is a sword, there are high-grade spiritual weapons in the Ziyang Sect, and even top-grade spiritual weapons.

But in the case of knives, there are only a few low-grade spiritual weapons at most.

For warriors, weapons are very important.

Others can casually replace the top-grade spirit sword, or even the top-grade spirit sword, but you can only use the lower-grade spirit sword, how can you fight with people?

Therefore, sword cultivation may not be weaker than sword cultivation in the realm, but due to the gap in weapons, sooner or later he will be killed by sword cultivation.

As a result, there are almost no sword powerhouses in this world.

For Bai Fengyu's sigh, Yang Yi was full of fighting spirit.

He said loudly: "Sect Master, even if I practice swords, I, Yang Yi, will still not lose to anyone. ”

Bai Fengyu just smiled, the newborn calf was not afraid of tigers, there was no need for him to strike, and asked instead: "Regarding Mu Qingyang's matter, you tell me what happened, and I will handle it impartially." ”

"Sect Master, Peak Masters, here's how things ......"

Yang Yi told everything about it.

Because there was no evidence, he didn't poke out Yang Zheng, but just said it truthfully.

Bai Fengyu nodded slightly and said, "It's true that you are not guilty of this matter, but the facts are the facts, and you can't go unpunished." In this way, cancel your three-year monthly rule, can you be convinced? ”

The cancellation of the three-year monthly rule is not a big punishment.

If it is an ordinary disciple, this punishment is naturally not light.

But Yang Yi's words, as long as he worships a certain peak master present as a teacher, the monthly example of the sect naturally does not need to be taken seriously.

Yang Yi was secretly happy, bowed down and said, "The disciple admits punishment." ”

The other peak masters naturally had no opinion, and they all looked at Yang Yi with fiery eyes.

Although Yang Yi practiced knives, who made him awaken his sword intent.

As long as you follow the steps step by step, it is not a problem to cultivate to the Juyuan Realm, which is not weak in the Ziyang Sect.

Because the true disciple is this realm.

Bai Fengyu nodded lightly, he turned to the peak masters and said, "Peak masters, the three-level assessment has ended, and then you can choose your own disciples." I still have something to do, so I'll go back first. ”

"Congratulations to the Sect Master!"

The peak masters clenched their fists and watched Bai Fengyu leave.

It wasn't until Bai Fengyu's figure disappeared that they walked up to Yang Yi one after another and started a fierce battle:

"Yang Yi, I'm here for the peak master of Yuanyang Peak, you worship me as a teacher, all kinds of pills and spirit stones are enough!"

"Yang Yi, my Taixuan Peak is the second largest peak of the Purple Yang Sect......"

"Yang Yi, you worship me as a teacher......"

……

Many peak masters competed for Yang Yi, all kinds of propaganda and flaunting themselves, and even prescribed various conditions, which made the other disciples who passed the three levels envious.

But envy is envy, and they are all convinced.

There is no way, Yang Yi has shown cultivation and potential, and it is indeed worth fighting for by all the peak masters.

The peak masters were gossiping, and Yang Yi heard a burst of tinnitus.

He kept in mind Princess Pingyang's suggestion and prepared to choose Taixuan Peak, because this was the second largest peak after Ziyang Peak.

At this moment, Zhao Yulin, who was still coughing up blood, suddenly said coldly: "Ahem, peak masters, you may not know that Yang Yi is the son of Yang Hong." ”

As soon as these words came out, the air seemed to freeze.

The enthusiasm on the faces of the peak masters also condensed in an instant.

Instead, there is resentment, there is complexity, there is sighing......

"Are you Yang Hong's son?"

A peak master asked coldly, completely devoid of his previous enthusiasm.

Yang Yi took a deep look at Zhao Yulin, it seemed that his father, who had disappeared for sixteen years, didn't seem to be very popular in the Ziyang Sect back then, and he actually provoked all the peak masters.

I'm afraid this matter was instructed by Yang Zheng.

Facing the compulsive gaze of the peak masters, Yang Yi nodded and said, "I am the son of Yang Hong. ”

"Hmph, although my enmity with Yang Hong will not be taken out on your junior, the matter of accepting apprentices will be stopped!"

"I didn't say it before."

"Hateful, you are actually the son of Yang Hong, no wonder I always feel that you are a little familiar!"

……

All the peak masters threw up their sleeves and left, abandoning them like shoes.

Not to mention Yang Yi in this scene, even Princess Pingyang and others were dumbfounded.

What kind of anger did Yang Yi's father, Yang Hong, commit to offending all the peak masters?

Zhao Yulin sneered: "Yang Yi, you haven't started yet, you'd better go back." Otherwise, once you enter the Purple Yang Sect, your future life will definitely not be easy.

Hehe, those things your father did back then, these peak masters may not be angry with you.

But their disciples will not ignore it.

The enemy's hatred is the enemy's hatred.

Before you even entered, your eyes were full of great enemies, and you were still sure to enter the Purple Sun Sect? ”

Princess Pingyang said with a cold face: "Zhao Yulin, get out of me, say one more thing, I want you to live better than die, even Guo Jin can't save you, do you believe it or not?" ”

Zhao Yulin's face stiffened, and his whole body trembled.

Anger flashed in his eyes, but he still turned around and left, not daring to really anger Princess Pingyang.

Guo Jin is the son of the peak master of Taihua Peak, the seventh on the true biography list, and Zhao Yulin's big backer.

And the reason why he stammered Yang Zheng was because Yang Zheng and Guo Jin's sister got along.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for an inner disciple, even if it was a personal disciple of the peak master, to order him.

Princess Pingyang looked at Yang Yi and comforted: "Yang Yi, with your talent, even if you don't worship the Thirty-Six Peaks, you can be promoted quickly as an ordinary disciple." I can help you with the monthly matters. ”

As for the trouble left by Yang Hong, she didn't mention it, and she knew that Yang Yi would never be afraid of it.

How could a person who could comprehend the sword intent of 'self-esteem' be afraid?

Yang Yi nodded heavily: "Thank you, princess." ”

At this moment, a sloppy old man walked over.

The long gray-white hair is shawl, and even half of the face is covered by hair.

He wore a gray robe with patches on it, like a beggar.

But in Yang Yi's eyes, this person was like a peerless divine sword, exuding a vast and terrifying aura.

This qi machine, he felt even more terrifying than the sect master.

"Who is he?"

Yang Yi's pupils shrank, and someone suddenly thought of in his heart.

Princess Pingyang's expression was awe-inspiring, and she bowed and said, "Disciple Wei Zixuan, meet the peak master." ”

The sloppy old man nodded, he took a sip of wine with a wine gourd, looked at Yang Yi and said, "I am the peak master of Sword Peak, I see that your qualifications are not bad, are you willing to worship me as a teacher?" ”

"The disciple is willing!"

Hardly any hesitation, Yang Yi bowed down and agreed.

Although Princess Pingyang had warned him not to enter the Sword Peak, otherwise the situation would be difficult.

But before he even got started, he was full of enemies, and no matter how difficult the situation was, he wouldn't be far behind.

What's more, the strength of the Sword Peak Peak Lord is not under the sect master.

If you don't worship such a master, who else will you worship as a teacher?

The sloppy old man Jiang Zhendao chuckled: "Since you know Wei Zixuan, this little girl, she must have also told you about Daofeng." If you enter my Sword Peak, your situation will be very difficult, the trouble left by your father Yang Hong is actually nothing, do you still have to think about it? ”

Yang Yizheng said: "There is no need to think about it, if the martial artists of my generation are afraid in the face of difficulties, then what kind of martial arts do you practice, wouldn't it be better to go home and farm?" ”

"Haha, well said!"

Jiang Zhendao praised: "Compared with Yang Hong, although your cultivation is still weaker, your temperament is no longer lost. ”

Yang Yi's heart moved, and he hurriedly asked, "Master, do you know my father?" ”

"Of course I do, he often comes to me for drinks."

Jiang Zhendao smiled, then shook his head and said, "Forget it, don't talk about this, you can go to the Sword Peak with me." ”

Although Yang Yi was eager to know, he also knew that this matter was not in a hurry, so he said to Princess Pingyang: "Princess, thank you again for today's matter, I want to go up the mountain with Master, if you have something to do, you can go up to Dao Peak to find me." ”

"Hmm!"

Princess Pingyang nodded, watching Yang Yi and Jiang Zhendao leave.

On the square, watching Yang Yi worship the Sword Peak, all the peak masters snorted secretly, and a cold glint flashed in their eyes.

……

Located in the depths of the Purple Yang Sect, Dao Peak is a desolate mountain peak overgrown with weeds.

This mountain peak is more than 1,000 meters high, straight and steep, like a divine knife erected on the earth, straight into the sky.

At the foot of the mountain, a gray stone monument is covered with vines, but you can vaguely see the handwriting on it, which is two large characters with iron hooks and silver marks: Daofeng.

Looking at the stele, Jiang Zhendao sighed softly.

He turned his head and said, "This stele is not only a peak stele, but also a test stele, which can measure a person's sword path talent.

You can comprehend the sword intent at a young age, which is certainly commendable.

But the outside world is just ordinary, because the world is really big, and you must not be proud.

You go up and stick the peak monument in your hand, and I'll come and see how your sword talent is. ”

"Yes, Master."

Yang Yi nodded, he stepped forward and pressed his palm on the top of the stele.

Thundered!

The sky was clear, and the originally clear sky was suddenly rolled by dark clouds, and the surging was mighty.

At the same time, the peak monument began to vibrate, and then a brilliant divine light shot out, soaring straight into the sky, turning into the phantom of a peerless divine sword, suspended above the void.

The sharp sword qi tore apart the dark clouds in the sky, and let the sun's rays project down from it, and the golden light was incomparably spectacular.

With such a vision, Jiang Zhendao was stunned, and the entire Ziyang Sect was also alarmed.