The man who took away the black iron sword was a little emaciated, with a treacherous smile on the corner of his mouth, and he didn't care at all what kind of catastrophe his act of pulling out his teeth would bring to him, so he wiped the rusty and dull black iron sword in his hand, and asked shamelessly: "Are you sure this is a famous sword?" ”

Fang Ping's eyes were full of murderous intent, his brows furrowed, he took away the famous sword he chose, and asked himself if it was true, such a crazy act of death, if it was a super strong person in the innate realm, Fang Ping didn't want to make a big fuss, but the other party was just the peak of the first realm, "Yes or not has nothing to do with you, give it back to me." ”

"Joke! My eldest brother got the heirloom sword first, why should I return it to you! "Two tall men with tigers on their backs and full of brutal and bloody aura stood one behind the slender man who had pulled out the black iron sword.

Fang Ping is no stranger to the three brothers, it was the three brothers Yuanlong, Yuanhu and Yuanba, who entered the Sword Casting Villa with him on that day and lived next door to him.

"Little brother, take a step back and open the sky, and understand the sword intent, you can definitely find another heirloom sword, there is no need to make enemies with the three of them." Some people in the rivers and lakes can't stand it.

"That makes sense, you reminded me." Yuan Long glared at the people in the rivers and lakes, and after his gaze returned to Fang Ping, he said further madly: "Come on, my two brothers haven't picked the heirloom sword yet, since you have comprehended a touch of sword intent, then be a good person to the end, and then help us find two heirloom swords." ”

Standing behind Yuan Long, Yuan Hu Yuanba, with a hideous smile, although they couldn't tell what Fang Ping's cultivation was, but how much ability a young man who was less than a crown could have, even if he had comprehended the sword intent, he was extremely talented, and he was a great one-grade realm, just like the three of their brothers, the strong men of the pseudo-innate realm, and the three of them had all joined forces to kill.

"You have all seen it, it is not that Fang Mou intends to provoke the three of them, but that they are bullying me, and I am forced to kill people in this sword casting hall."

Fang Ping's voice spread throughout the audience, startling the people in the Sword Casting Hall.

"What do you mean? How dare you do it? ”

"Don't stop me, ask me to break this kid's neck, and see if he dares to see no one."

"I don't know whether I live or die, when my eldest brother and second brother and I were crisscrossing the rivers and lakes, you hadn't been born yet."

The three brothers were furious.

Fang Ping moved, his body was soaked with golden true blood into a golden crystal bright bone, the sound was shining, blazing like the sun, and the spine dragon under the skin and flesh behind his back also clicked and squirmed, his right fist formed a fist mark, and a punch slammed forward, its speed and strength were as terrifying as breaking the void, squeezing the air in the entire sword casting hall into a surging wind wave.

"Hiss......"

The three brothers' faces changed drastically, and their hairs stood up, thinking that when they surrounded and killed the pseudo-innate realm powerhouses together, they didn't have such a sense of great crisis as if they were on the edge of the abyss.

"Dragon's Palm!"

Yuan Long was the strongest of the three brothers, and when he felt the shadow of extreme death, he knew that he had looked away, and after making a look with the two brothers, he then mobilized all his true qi, pushing the qi and blood around his body to send out a domineering palm martial arts, and met Fang Ping's fist mark head-on.

Shout! Shout!

Yuanhu and Yuanba took the opportunity to snatch out, and appeared behind Fang Ping with tacit understanding, one of them showed his fingering, attacking a dead hole behind Fang Ping, and the other turned his palm into a hand knife, and slashed at Fang Ping's neck with the momentum of splitting mountains and breaking mountains.

Seeing that the three brothers were preemptive in an instant, the other party Ping formed a lore, and the people in the rivers and lakes at the scene sighed with emotion, Fang Ping was already in a loss at this time, taking care of one and losing the other.

But in front of the absolute crushing strength, everything is just useless work.

Fang Ping didn't care about the two behind him at all, he pushed the dazzling fist mark that swelled as the size of an ordinary human head, bombarding the palm of Yuan Long's hand, the powerful and incomparable force, the majestic and strong turtle breath true qi, erupted together, destroying the internal force of the palm power that spread between Yuan Long's palms.

Then I saw that the flesh and bones of Yuan Long's palm were shattered, and his arm was also twisted and spasmodic, drilling out the bones of the flesh and flesh, and piercing into Yuan Long's chest, making his face pale, wah wow vomiting blood, and before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Fang Ping's fist slammed out of his torso.

Bang Bang!

Yuan Long threw it out and smashed it on the sword-forging furnace not far away, leaving a clearly visible human-shaped dent, which showed how great the force poured on his body.

With a tilt of his head, Yuan Long lost his breath.

"Big brother!"

"Ahhhh Little bastard, give my eldest brother his life! ”

Yuanhu Yuanba was hysterical, his eyes were red, and the offensive also fell outside Fang Ping's body.

One person's two fingers were like spears and they were pointed at the death hole behind Fang Ping's back, and the palm of one person's hand was like a knife, and it fell on Fang Ping's neck violently and quickly.

But the moment this attack landed outside Fang Ping's body, the two brothers sensed that something was wrong, Fang Ping's body was like King Kong's indestructible body, and the internal force of True Qi could not penetrate into his body in the slightest.

The neck is one of the most fragile parts of the human body, but Fang Ping's neck was hit by a slap that cut the mountain and broke the mountain, and there was no damage at all, and the skin was not broken at all.

"This ...... How is it possible that he is still not human? The brothers' eyes widened in disbelief.

"Send you to the Yellow Springs Road to reunite with your brother." Fang Ping's two big hands reached out, grabbed Yuanhu Yuanba's throat, and lifted the two into the air, the two brothers kicked their feet randomly, struggling breathlessly, but they couldn't break Fang Ping's palms, until their throats were choked off and their bodies were paralyzed, and they were thrown to the ground by Fang Ping.

Killing the three brothers was done in one go from beginning to end, but in a few tens of breaths, it was as easy as stepping on a few bed bugs to kill the other party, but for the people in the Sword Casting Hall who witnessed this scene, it was a bit terrifying.

"I'm dreaming, the three of them are all in the first-grade realm, and they have also hunted and killed the powerhouses of the pseudo-innate realm, how can they be killed so easily?"

"Can't you see this, it's not that the three brothers of Yuanlong, Yuanhu and Yuanba are too weak, but the strength of this little brother is too strong, and before the absolute strength is crushed, it is naturally a matter of course, just like if we meet a martial artist of the lower three grades, we can also wipe it out with a snap of our fingers."

……

Amidst each other's undulating exclamations, Fang Ping picked up the black iron long sword on the ground and walked out of the sword casting hall.

Sikong Hu, who was guarding outside the sword-casting hall, saw Fang Ping walk out, nodded and said, "Congratulations, this sword is a black fall, made of meteorite iron ore, and it is one of the world-famous swords in the sword-casting hall." You've passed the first level and can move on to the next. ”

"Thank you, owner." Fang Ping gave a salute and was about to walk into the distance.

"Keep the sword." Sikong Hu shouted.

"I was happy for a while, but I forgot about it, and the owner of the village is not to blame." Fang Pingyan involuntarily handed over the Meteorite Black Sword.

"The cunning boy clearly wants to take it for himself." Sikong Hu threw the Meteorite Black Sword to the swordsmith on the side, and ordered, "Go to the hidden sword secret room and take out thirty heirloom swords." Put it in the swordsmithing hall. ”

After a while, the people in the sword casting hall walked out front and back, and they could select the people who had passed down the world's famous sword, plus Fang Ping was only three people.

"Aren't there three more?" Sikong Hu asked.

"Don't you know, the three brothers of Yuanlong, Yuanhu and Yuanba are all dead, and they were killed by the first boy who walked out of the sword casting hall, he understood the sword intent, and the three brothers of Yuanlong, Yuanhu and Yuanba wanted to force him to choose a famous sword for himself, and the young man had to kill the three brothers of Yuanlong, Yuanhu and Yuanba."

Sikong Hu's pupils constricted, and he looked at the young man behind the crowd.

"The three brothers Yuanlong, Yuanhu, and Yuanba are all masters of the first-grade realm, not only did he kill the three brothers, but he was also unharmed? This shows that the strength of this son far exceeds that of the three brothers Yuanlong, Yuanhu and Yuanba. But those three brothers had killed the top masters of the pseudo-innate realm on the rivers and lakes......"

Sikong Hu, who slandered here, secretly wrote down the young man.

At this time, the people in front of the sword casting hall learned that the three brothers Yuanlong, Yuanhu, and Yuanba were killed by Fang Ping, and they all looked back at Fang Ping, who was mediocre.

Fang Ping's eyes looked at his nose and nose, and in the face of a pair of eyes peeping, he behaved lightly.

"Elder, what kind of cultivation is he, this kid must have cultivated the technique of hiding the aura, I can't see what kind of realm he is." Several Tianhai Sect disciples who were standing together asked in unison.

Wearing a blue robe and an elegant temperament, the elder of the Tianhai Sect relied on the cultivation of the innate realm, and the Tao of observing fire was like a cave; "It should be the cultivation of the pseudo-innate realm, and it is really rare to reach the pseudo-congenital realm at such an age."

"What about the pseudo-innate realm, the wild monks on the rivers and lakes are just some wastes who sit in wells and watch the sky, and have nothing to show for themselves, I can kill the masters of the pseudo-congenital realm when I am in the first realm."

"What Senior Brother Kong Hai said is extremely true, you are the true disciple of our Tianhai Sect, how can this kid be compared to you."

"Didn't he comprehend the sword intent? Can the wild monks compare with him? ”

"You're talking too much!"

Several disciples of the Tianhai Sect, you admired one of them, and then glared at the honest young man who was not good at words.

……

At night, the stars of Hengsha are dotted on the night dome, as if the eyes of unknown creatures, looking down on all beings in heaven and earth as dogs, letting the ups and downs of the world and the change of dynasties, have not changed.

The first level test was not over yet, Fang Ping didn't want to waste time, so he went back to the house to rest.

It wasn't until the afternoon of the next day that the test of the first level came to an end, and more than 3,000 people from the rivers and lakes selected the famous sword of the world, and only a few more than 170 people passed the test of the first level.

"Tomorrow is the first moment, the second level is tested!" Sikong Jian relayed to everyone who had passed the first test.

……

In a room deep in the Sword Forge Villa.

Sikong Hu sat on the chair and looked at the girl opposite, with guilt in his eyes.

"Father thinks that in the end, will anyone be recognized by the innate Xuanbing? Father, you are a powerhouse of the Innate Realm, and you have not been able to subdue that Innate Xuan Soldier. Sikong Li asked with red lips.

"Who knows, this innate Xuanbing psychic choice can only be controlled by martial arts monks with natural potential, and it has nothing to do with the cultivation realm."

Sikong Hu replied: "My father has seriously observed it in the past two days, just like Kong Hai, the true disciple of the Tianhai Sect, who cultivated to the pseudo-innate realm at a young age, has a sect inheritance, has a wide range of talents, and has a magnificent head. There is also the young master of the Qiu family in the city of Daze Mansion, known as the talent of the Qilin, who also cultivated to the pseudo-innate realm at a young age. ”

"There are a few other people who are not bad, including the kid who comprehended the sword intent and killed the three brothers Yuanlong, Yuanhu and Yuanba in the sword casting hall."

"Father, call the shots." Sikong Li hummed in a depressed mood.

According to Sikong Hu's plan, whoever finally subdues the Congenital Xuanbing and gets the approval of the Congenital Xuanbing will enter the Sword Casting Villa, so that the Congenital Xuan Bing still belongs to the Sword Casting Villa, and it will not live up to the painstaking efforts and expectations of the ancestors of the Sword Casting Villa.

In this regard, Sikong Li did not resent and blame her father, she also had the blood of her ancestors and ancestors flowing in her body, and when necessary, someone had to make some sacrifices.

"Have a good rest, I won't bother you for the sake of my father." Sikong Hu got up and walked out of the house helplessly.

On this night, the wind was as strong as a roar, and the moonlight was dim.

A man in black, silently, came and went through the courtyard like electricity, and arrived in front of the sword casting hall in the depths of the Sword Casting Villa.

Entering the sword-forging hall where the candle flame had been extinguished, the man in black looked around with sharp eyes, and suddenly slapped his palm behind his back.

When the two palms collided, it was deafening and deafening.

The true qi that is rolling like a river devours each other between the palms of the two hands, collides violently, and competes.

Click

The python-like cracks stretched out one by one, along the wall, and climbed to the roof of the beams.

Thundered!

Between the separation of the two figures, a beam more than ten meters long fell from the roof.

The man in black retreated to the outside of the sword casting hall, looked at Sikong Hu, who walked out step by step, and said with a smile in a disguised voice: "The strength of Sikong Zhuang is strong, I admire it!" Even so, I quit first. ”

With that, the black-clothed figure disappeared into the night.

Sikong Tiger Stripes does not move at all, if he chases him out, he may fall into the plan to divert the tiger from the mountain.

"Father!" Sikong Jian led more than a dozen masters in the village and walked out of the shadows not far away without hurrying.

"Well, you have to cheer up these days."

"Father, the realm of that person just now, I'm afraid that it is not inferior to you, will it be someone among those innate powerhouses in the village?"

"Don't think about it."

"Got it, the child will cheer up. Little sister's ......"

"She's fine."

The night is long, and the undercurrent is surging.

When the sun rose the next day, there were more than a dozen corpses on the mass grave on the mountain behind the Sword Casting Villa, all of them dressed in black, hiding their heads and tails

(End of chapter)