"Everyone, to be able to come here today, must have passed the first test, the immortal family knows, the passage between the divine world and the human world is Shangyao Lake, this is a spiritual lake, the peach tree next to the lake will begin to fall fruit every time it is enrolled, otherwise, if no one picks, even if it is ripe, it will grow smaller and smaller like rejuvenation, until it disappears into the nutrients of the peach tree, the peach that falls on the surface of the lake, only one night, it will become a koi in the lake, by chance, When you meet a person with a clear heart who has a fate, you can open the channel to a heavy heaven for it, which is the first level of the admissions competition. Standing in the ring, the disciple with one hand behind him, his voice was loud and solemn, if he was really a disciple of Lingyunmen, his aura was different, but Ying Zhen felt that this person was a little familiar: "We believe that it will not be wrong for the disciples selected by Shangyao Lake to have a clear heart, but it is just that cultivating immortals depends not only on a pure, debris-free heart, but also on solid internal strength, therefore, if you want to enter Lingyunmen, you still need two competitions, and we will select the last two winners to become the disciples of Lingyunmen, The rest of the people will be erased from their memories and sent back to the shores of Shangyao Lake. ”

"Presumably everyone has seen this ring, our first competition, is the swordsmanship, co-hosted by me and several brothers in the sky, within the specified time, the last five people left in the ring are the winners, enter the next competition, during the competition, everyone uses our prescribed sword, no other magic weapon is allowed to be used, violators, as cheating, disqualified from the competition." As he spoke, he conjured up a big hourglass: "If, when the time is over, there are five more people in the ring, then we will do another round until five people are selected." ”

Gu Jin was lying on Ying Zhen's shoulder at the moment: "If you can't use the magic weapon, then they won't take advantage." ”

"Even so, I don't know if the next level can be used, so it's better not to underestimate the enemy."

"The competition begins!" The people in the ring jumped off the ring with a light skill, and the people below scrambled to grab a sword placed next to them and climbed to the ring, some people heard the rules, and formed an alliance under the stage, those who were not strong enough, pinned their hopes on their teammates who were allied with them, and took advantage of the fisherman's profits, although they couldn't get on the stage, but it was just a small trick, it seems that Shangyaohu did not refuse this kind of person.

Ying Zhen observed the audience for a while, and there is no plan to go to the stage yet, she believes that the more people who come to power first, although they can occupy a good position, they also have to spend a lot of physical strength in order to keep their position, the more people who come to the stage, the more people they need to attack, not to mention that most of the alliances on the stage have no real skills, and there are only one or two people who attack others from the stage, and the others are just in a hurry, and after being thrown off the ring, they climb up hard, and then they are thrown off the ring, and the cycle repeats, Everyone didn't want to play another game, so they tried to maintain a five-person situation on the stage, but these five people always changed. There is always an example of everything, but one of them has never been down since he came to power, this person is very tall, but he is not very old, about his early twenties, his skin is wheat-colored, his long hair is not tied up, he is casually draped behind him, a pair of black eyes are clear, the most impressive thing about Ying Zhen is that he has a very long scar along his neck starting from his jaw, and it extends from his neck down to his clothes, no one knows how long this scar is, giving Ying Zhen the goosebumps he wanted.

Such a powerful character, Ying Zhen didn't want to fight with him, so he could only consider others, most of the competition time had passed, and there was already a river of blood on the stage, both on and off the stage were exhausted, panting, but the people in the audience were still desperate to climb up, and the people on the stage could only drive them off the stage with swords one after another, some people had several swords in their bodies, but they were still conscious, but the pain in their bodies was real.

"Ten seconds left!" Lingyun Sect disciple Edgeworth shouted in the air.

It was almost over, and Ying Zhen flew up and pointed the two swords on the ground beside him towards the two who had relaxed their vigilance as the game was about to end.

"Five seconds left!"

She jumped on the stage with a light skill, the two of them, who had been hiding behind others until the end of the game, were willing to come out of the protection of others, and now they had been stabbed by Ying Zhen's two swords one by one, she rotated the hilt of the sword, took the initiative to meet it, and cleanly knocked the opponent's sword off the ring, and Gu Jin had already obediently hid in the storage table.

This trick was learned from Yunjing.

"One second more!" Ying Zhen kicked the two cowards off the stage one by one, the game was just over, counting Ying Zhen, there were only four people on the stage, and everyone in the audience was indignant, the stabbed wounds on their bodies were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and they were all anxious, and someone shouted: "There is still a place, let's compete again!" ”

The Lingyun Sect disciple chuckled lightly when he heard this: "We only care about more, no matter how little, in this way, there will be less trouble for one person." ”

"It's not fair! How long has she been up, I've just been on stage, if it weren't for her, I'd be the one who won now! ”

Ying Zhen was in a good mood, the corners of her mouth rose, and she also had the patience to explain to him: "What? Just allow you to be clever, hide behind others, and don't allow me to save my strength and play last? I'm calling it outwitting, baby. ”

Several disciples of Lingyunmen stood in the ring, and Ying Zhen saw clearly that the leader was the third senior brother Qianjian who had met in the ghost city last time, and the rest had also met, but they couldn't name them, but when they saw their appearance, they shouldn't have recognized themselves, and yes, their appearance has changed a little bit, and it's normal for them to not recognize it.

"The second round of the competition is over, and since you haven't passed, you have forgotten, go back."

Some people wanted to say something, but they couldn't remember it as quickly as Thousand Swords had swept them away, and then Thousand Swords threw them down from the clouds, disappearing a second before they fell to the ground, and then someone asked where they had gone.

Qianjian replied: "Naturally, how did they get in and how did they get out, don't worry, someone will pick them up from the lake." ”

Ying Zhen's doubts have also been lifted, and looking at the remaining three people who walked with her, there are proud, worried, and relieved.

"You have done a good job, now hand in your own saber, when you get to Lingyun Gate, there will naturally be a better sword that belongs to you, and these swords will be re-trained by the elders of my clan, waiting for the sword spirit to be cultivated, waiting for their new master, let's pick up a sword on this ground at will, follow me back to the Second Heaven, and prepare for the next competition."

When everyone heard this, they obediently threw away the sword that their family spent a lot of money on for themselves, only the scar man held his sword tightly in his hand, not moving at all, and Qianjian didn't say anything when he saw this scene, but just said casually: "When you get the sword that matches you the most, when the time comes, you can't throw these goods." ”

The scarred man's face did not change, he was still deaf, the sword in his hand was a sword with a black inscription, staring at it carefully, the blade of the sword seemed to shine with a dark red light, a little strange, Gu Jin said in her consciousness: "This sword seems to have given birth to a sword spirit, it is really strange." ”

"Is it hard to give birth to a sword spirit?"

"Yes, if you want to give birth to a sword spirit, the fastest way is to instill spiritual power into it, but this requires a lot of spiritual power, and non-elder level characters basically can't do it, it is said that there is an elder in Lingyun Gate who specializes in this, but the sword spirit still needs the contract master to activate - his situation, I don't know very well, his own spiritual power is not very strong, but his sword spirit faintly exudes powerful power, weird."