Outside the alleyway, in the past, no one dared to touch the tiger's whiskers, but now a group of people who have lost their faces, actually feel a trace of inexplicable relief, at least this perverted person didn't kill anyone, did he?

Still a particular person!

couldn't help but jump up one after another, and slowly retreated under the gaze of tens of thousands of scattered cultivators around who were disturbed by the noise.

"What if?"

Hong Qiming forcibly endured the surging blood and qi in his body and looked at everyone.

Su Bei lowered his voice: "Who is this person?" There is an old ...... with the Tusitan medical shop Could it be ...... He? ”

Speaking of this "he", he was startled, that person was a person who killed the evil sect with a sword, although he had never seen it, but his ears were about to become calloused!

"The man is dead, don't guess!"

The green lady frowned and thought for a moment, "Now that the masters of all sects have gathered in the Xuantian Sword Sect to carry out the Heavenly Drum Ceremony, the seniors and outstanding disciples of the sect have already gone, I am afraid that it will be inconvenient to ask for help......"

Hong Qiming suddenly looked into the distance: "This person has left!"

Xin Zhuo is indeed gone, he has swept the whole city with his Lingtai thoughts, there is no master, he simply flew in the air and went straight to the south.

In front of the Tushi Dan Medical Shop, Duan Dapeng and the four of them silently watched him go away.

Li Wumian's strength had already woken up, and he laughed dryly: "Senior Brother Xin is really a strange man, he is back, and our Tusi Dan Medical Shop is going to rise again!"

Duan Dapeng shook his head with a serious expression: "Far away!" Far away! ”

The other three looked at him together and asked in surprise, "What's so far away?"

Duan Dapeng smiled bitterly, his expression was a little lonely: "His path is different from ours, maybe next time I see him, I have to look up." You see, the word Xin Zhuo will resound in all major domains sooner or later! ”

"Where are the domains?"

"It's in the mother's bed, it's closed, it's closed!"

……

The hot air blows in the face.

Kunxu City is thousands of miles away from the Xuantian Sword Sect, and Xin Zhuo used the "other horse's" escape technique to keep shuttling, and he also rushed for three or four days.

Arriving at the foot of the Xuantian Mountain Range, he couldn't help but fall, frowning, the green mountains in front of him are verdant, the mountains are undulating, and the scenery is endless, so where is the mountain gate of the Xuantian Sword Sect?

It's not that his memory is not good, but the location of this mountain gate has changed, and the traces of the original "Three Punishments and Three Annihilations Great Array" seem to be gone.

Of course, it is impossible to change the mountain gate, but the large array is rearranged and the mountain gate is displaced.

He is a "dead man", and his identity as a disciple of the sect is not there, so he cannot enter at will.

Looking around, there were no passers-by, but somewhere in the southwest, there was a faint human voice.

After thinking about it, his figure flashed, and he hurried towards the place where the human voice came from, and in a moment, he was here, and here was a valley of birds and flowers, and there were densely packed gorgeous carriages parked at the entrance of the valley.

In the valley, a group of young men and girls in brocade clothes surrounded by domestic servants and a group of young men and girls with vegetables and plain clothes stood distinctly.

Directly in front, in a dense mist, there was a faintly colorful pontoon bridge, on the bridge stood three true disciples of the Xuantian Sword Sect and seven or eight inner disciples, ten of them all had arrogant faces, superior appearance, coldly glanced at more than two hundred young people and girls below.

"Apprenticeship assembly?"

Xin Zhuo pondered for a moment, the colorful pontoon bridge must be the place leading to the mountain gate, and strode over.

When he came to a group of teenagers and girls, he paused and looked to the side.

Not far away, a middle-aged couple in the countryside pulled a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy with anticipation, and Yin Yin admonished: "Yu'er, the Xuantian Sword Sect is a big sect, you must enter it, and you can get ahead in the future."

Daddy and sister, you don't need to worry, as long as you are successful in cultivating in the future, we will be pleased. ”

The young man took a step back, bowed and saluted, showing a resolute look on his face: "Father and mother, rest assured, Yu'er must work hard to enter the sect, and practice wholeheartedly, the bullying of the prefect's yamen and the Su family, the child will never dare to forget, don't bully the young man to be poor, thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, the child is regarded as a wise saying."

"Good, good!" The couple's eyes were moist, don't look over, the tears couldn't be stopped.

Xin Zhuo: "?"

What a fantasy scene.

This kid has a good talent, his face is born from the heart, and he must be a determined kid, but how can there be so many protagonists' halos, at best, an inner disciple, if he doesn't know how to be flexible, there is no scum left that is very likely to be eaten, and how deep the water of the sect is.

"His Royal Highness King Jin! Niangniang and Your Majesty have great expectations for you, you must practice well! ”

"Got it, this Xuantian Sword Sect's current king is bound to win, with this king's talent Ling Tianjun, I'm afraid the true disciple won't be able to escape!"

On the other side, a man who looked like an old eunuch whispered to a young man in the imperial robe, whose face was full of indifference, and there was a hint of contempt at the corner of his mouth.

"Only fifty places will be accepted this time, so hurry up!"

On the colorful bridge, a true disciple had a cold face and scolded in a deep voice, but there was no politeness.

About 200 young people and girls straightened their waists and strode forward under the eyes of their respective family servants and their parents and elders.

Xin Zhuo still didn't move, with a faint smile on his face, silently watching, thinking it was quite interesting.

"Why doesn't the little brother go?" An uncle who looked like a farmer next to him was worried about his child, and asked curiously as he approached Xin Zhuo.

Xin Zhuo replied casually: "I am actually a true disciple of the Xuantian Sword Sect, I don't need to take a test, I can go in directly!"

"Uh......" The man looked disgusted with "young people love to brag" and stayed away by himself.

On the colorful bridge, the teenagers and girls stepped forward one by one, similar to the selection on Sinan Mountain at the beginning, basically five brushes and one!

The royal prince who called himself "Ling Tianjun" was a divine talent, and he was amazed for a while, and he was respectfully invited in by an inner disciple, and his expression was indescribably arrogant.

However, when it was the turn of the cloth-clothed boy "Yu'er", he was brushed down for the first time, saying that his talent was not obvious and he was useless.

Yu'er's face was as white as paper, and he staggered back, and he could see that he was very depressed and lost, and the ups and downs of this life were not what he expected.

The parents who were watching here were already colorless, as if they had lost all hope, and they couldn't help but slowly retreat.

Na Yu'er walked in front of her father, tears were like beads with broken threads, and she knelt down with "poof": "The child is not filial!"

Daddy waved his sleeves heavily, turned and left.

The old lady squatted down and hugged her child and cried: "It's okay, let's stop practicing, go to the county seat with your uncle to be a carpenter, and you can also have food and clothing!"

"Mother!"

Yu'er cried bitterly, and suddenly found that a stream of water drilled into her mouth, followed by another stream, fishy, and then her back was held down by a pair of hands, and a warm current entered her body, frantically washing the meridians.

He didn't really understand what meridians were, but it was very comfortable.

He raised his head suddenly, and saw a seventeen-year-old young man, patting him on the back, and couldn't help crying: "This big brother, you ......"

Xin Zhuo gently sent him and pushed him in the direction of the colorful bridge: "Try again!"

Yu'er was puzzled, and fell to the ground in a daze, and the front was already on the edge of the colorful bridge, and it was his turn again, he couldn't help but look back, and then looked at the three Xuantian Sword Sect True Legends in front of him who were also at a loss, a trace of brilliance flashed in his eyes, and he bowed down and bowed: "The kid has just blocked the meridians, and there is no penetration, please give the kid another chance!"

The three true disciples looked gloomy, this was something that had never happened before, but thinking of the sudden appearance of this young man, after a little contemplation, one of them said: "The Heavenly Drum Ceremony in the sect is underway, there are not enough people, Uncle Shi ordered to recruit fifty people urgently, there are no particularly strict rules, it doesn't hurt to give this kid another chance?" How is it? ”

The other two nodded.

Yu'er was relieved, stepped forward again, and after a while, the stone wall was full of brilliance, and a sword shape appeared.

The True Transmission disciple who spoke first couldn't help but be surprised: "Jinyang Sword Body, I almost lost my eyes, this little junior brother, enter quickly!"

The divine body flows, and the position of the true disciple is almost certain!

Yu'er looked back at Xin Zhuo in surprise, and the whole person was stunned.

His parents also paused suddenly, and looked at Xin Zhuo who had been on the side in surprise, and the old lady immediately lowered her voice: "Daddy, Yu'er has met the immortal warrior and is developed!"

That daddy was short of breath and couldn't say a word!

It was also at this time that more than 200 teenagers and girls were basically screened, a total of fifty-eight people, under the leadership of a group of inner disciples, after entering the Wucai Bridge.

Just as the three True Legends were about to close the mountain protection formation and hide the colorful bridge, a figure suddenly entered.

The three true legends were stunned for a moment, and then they were furious: "Who is it?"

"Choking ......"

The long sword is out of the sheath, and the sword is incomparable.

It's just that the next moment, the three swords uncontrollably entered the sheath on their own, and the shoulders of the three of them were hugged by the comer.

Xin Zhuo coughed lightly and said, "Don't talk, I'll go back to my own house!"

The three True Transmission disciples were only in the Yin Void Realm, their bodies were tense for a while, they couldn't lift up the slightest strength, and their faces became extremely ugly, and one of the Jurchen disciples said angrily: "What is your own home? Who are you? ”

Xin Zhuo sighed with emotion: "In the past, no one would ask that, I was very famous at that time. By the way, which peak disciple are you? ”

A male true descendant scolded: "Ling Jian Peak, how is it? Who are you? It can be known that the Heavenly Drum Festival is being held in the sect, and the elders of the sect, all the amazing uncles and masters of various sects are gathering, if you want to fish in troubled waters, you are purely asking for your own death! ”

Xin Zhuo said: "I can't die!" I have shed blood and fought for the eighteen sects! ”

(End of chapter)