The young disciple's face was full of anger, and he suffered losses under Lu Jingyuan's hands, which made his eyes glow red with excitement. Coupled with the discussion on both sides, his hands began to cramp uncontrollably.

"You forced me, you forced me!"

The young disciple stared at Lu Jingyuan, the fierce light in his eyes turned out, and he muttered to himself.

In the next moment, I saw him raise his hands above his head, and a nine-day thunder roar pierced the sky in an instant. A blue spiral air bomb appeared above the palm of his hand, absorbing energy from all directions. The spiral pill was growing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The sound of thunder and lightning "crackling" rang in my ears from time to time, one after another.

When Lu Jingyuan saw this, his face was very ugly. His instincts told him that danger was approaching. With his current cultivation at the end of the year, it is impossible for him to be the opponent of the regular sect disciple in front of him.

Solemnity, appeared on his face.

He didn't dare to be careless. In the current situation, no one will help them. Because the fate of offending the disciples of the sect is not something that any family can afford.

Besides, no one was stupid enough to hit the knife edge on their own.

The young disciple's face was hideous, and then, the hand that condensed the spiral qi pill slapped out violently, and the sharp edge was directed at Lu Jingyuan.

"No one can save you, go to hell!"

Feeling the imminent attack, the sound of the rustling wind poured into his ears, and Lu Jingyuan did not sit still.

Lu Jingyuan forced his whole body to be in the palm of his hand, and when the mantra in his mouth moved, a giant sword appeared behind him, glowing with brilliant golden light. Suddenly, one sword transformed into seven swords. Each giant sword exudes a dignified and domineering aura.

These seven giant swords are transformed by the sword intent of the "Wudang Seven Swords". It was Lu Jingyuan who was forced to live and die and had an epiphany.

With the appearance of the Seven Swords, the people who watched the excitement at the top of Wudang suddenly stopped talking. For a moment, the surroundings were eerily quiet, and even the slight breathing of everyone could be heard.

In the hearts of everyone, the boulder that weighed 10,000 catties seemed to be not easy.

As soon as the seven swords came out, the situation immediately reversed, and the balance of victory tilted towards Lu Jingyuan.

The young disciple was already pale with fright, and a sense of oppression that he had never felt before hit him, and he was just stunned and didn't know how to dodge. Lu Jingyuan's offensive made him feel deeply shocked.

"Drink!"

Lu Jingyuan let out a loud shout, swung out the seven swords, and slashed towards the young disciple head-on. Encountering the attack of the young disciple, two different forces detonated in the air, producing puffs of green smoke, and the remaining power of the seven swords was undiminished, and they continued to attack the young disciple head-on.

At this time, the young disciple was already frightened. The onlookers just watched silently, and they all knew their own cultivation, and no one dared to step forward.

Seeing that the young disciple had become the meat of the sword, he was waiting to be stabbed. At this moment, a loud shout came from the open mountain gate in front of him. At that moment, time stopped.

The Seven Swords were about to touch the young disciple's hair, and time suddenly froze.

Everyone also seemed to have been pointed, and they all froze in place. At this moment, a yellow-clothed figure quietly appeared. I saw that he was only five feet tall, but there was an "Elder" token hanging from his waist, his body was quite strange, his whereabouts were uncertain, he was still ten meters away in the last second, and he had arrived in front of him in the blink of an eye.

I saw him swing out with a palm, slap away Lu Jingyuan's offensive, turn a somersault to the other party, circle back and forth twice, and say to himself: "This little doll will "Wudang Seven Swords", what should I do, what should I do?" I heard him say that he was Lao Qi's apprentice, I don't know if it's true or not? ”

"However, before he entered the mountain gate, he dared to kill the disciples of the sect, he should be punished, he should be punished!"

The "old seven" in this person's mouth is Shen Yunyang. I saw him as he spoke, and he threw a palm towards Lu Jingyuan.

This person is the remnant sword Xiahou Qian among the Wudang Seven Musketeers, the sixth in line, and an apologetic elder in the Wudang Sword Sect.

The Guardian House, as the name suggests, is an institution that protects the security of the sect. Every year, the sect will use a lot of money to hire many masters from outside and grant the title of guest secretary in case of emergency. There are even two Supreme Elders in person. It can be described as a master. Being able to occupy a seat in the Guardian Academy shows that Xiahou's relocation will not be low.

Xiahou Qian's palm power swung up, as if it was overwhelmed. Lu Jingyuan couldn't bear it anymore, and was beaten by this devastating momentum, and he fell to the ground unsteadily.

Xiahou Qian rushed forward and stretched out his big hand, and he was about to take the opportunity to kill Lu Jingyuan.

At this critical moment, something strange happened. I saw the golden light on Lu Jingyuan's chest, and a token rose and hung above his head.

As soon as the token came out, it was as if a defensive barrier had been erected out of thin air, and Xiahou Qian's offensive was instantly blocked outside. As the two forces collided, the sound of explosions reverberated one after another.

Xiahou Qian couldn't help but be taken aback when he saw Lu Jingyuan's weak aura suddenly rise. I don't know what happened. When he looked up, the golden token came into view, and he was even more shocked like five thunderbolts, and he actually knelt down.

"Congratulations to Uncle Ancestor!"

That's right, the owner of the token is none other than Xiahou Qian's uncle, Song Boshan, the Taishang Elder of the Wudang Sword Sect.

In the blink of an eye, the token conjured up an old man with crane hair and a childish face, white-clothed and snowy, and a fairy wind.

This person is Song Boshan himself.

I saw him moving towards Xiahou and couldn't help but count: "This little doll has already shown the Wudang Seven Swords, why do you still want to kill the killer?" The little ones are not sensible, are even the old ones so confused? ”

Hearing these words, Xia Hou craned his neck and listened silently, looking like a child who had done something wrong. The words of rebuke to Song Boshan just nodded mechanically. did not dare to refute it out loud.

Seeing him like this, Song Boshan scolded for a while, but he was also bored and walked away. At the end, he said: "I was released from the army the day before yesterday and ascended to the Dharma Realm, and the Dharma Body is still in the cave of Huitou Town, so you can find a way to welcome it back when you have time." ”

After saying that, he turned his body around, turned into a token, and flew into Lu Jingyuan's arms.

When Xiahou Qian heard that Song Boshan had been relieved, he couldn't help but have a complicated look on his face. I secretly sighed in my heart: "Now that Uncle Song is in the army, Wudang Sword Sect has one less strong man in charge. If the demons of the two demon sects know about this, they won't take advantage of this time to make a black hand! ”

Thinking like this, beads of sweat the size of beans hung on his forehead. You can't sit still like this, you have to go and inform the senior brother first.

Before leaving, I went to the Fa Jue, explained a few words to the young disciple, and pulled up a hurricane.

Everyone returned to normal, not knowing what had just happened, only that the moment the strange wind rose sharply, they were all frozen, like a nightmare. As the strange wind went away, they returned to their original appearance, all of them jumping around, like monkeys.

The young disciple changed his arrogant aura and pointed at Lu Jingyuan, "You can go in." ”

Everyone was stunned, just now they had tried their best not to stop Lu Jingyuan from entering, and in the blink of an eye, they were actually released.

This is so congratulatory that the two monks who are watching the excitement are confused. What's going on here?

Lu Jingyuan was also stunned, but he soon came to his senses. The sudden change in the situation in front of him must have something to do with the man who came in the wind.

He didn't hesitate, raised his legs and stepped over the high threshold and walked in.

"Can I get in without a letter of recommendation?"

"He must have gone through the back door and licked the stinky leg of an elder."

Behind him, there was the sound of everyone talking, and the words were quite angry.

Of course, if you have a letter of recommendation, you can enter the test and assessment, but the number of apprentices accepted by the Wudang Sword Sect every year is only the upper limit. Once the quota is reached, no more students will be enrolled. Opening the back door to people who don't have a letter of recommendation is undoubtedly directly harming the interests of the person holding the letter of recommendation.

Lu Jingyuan didn't care much about this, these people were clamoring just to rely on the identity of the sect family. went to this level of stakes, from the perspective of qualifications, it may not be as high as him.

Besides, he is still ordered to return to the sect to recognize his ancestors and return to his ancestors. In other words, he had already passed Shen Yunyang's assessment before, and this time he came back just to go through the process.

Just now, Elder Xiahou Qian froze time, and everyone's five views and six senses were stagnant, and they didn't know what had just happened. I just saw Elder Xia pulling up the back of a hurricane leaving.

Everyone didn't know anything about Lu Jingyuan's identity, and they only said that he was allowed to go through the back door and give Elder Xia great benefits.

Lu Jingyuan entered the mountain gate and saw Mo Tingxuan standing not far away, so he walked over slowly.

The two got together and said hello to each other. Mo Tingxuan said: "You're finally here, I'm still afraid that you won't be able to enter?" ”

Lu Jingyuan smiled and said, "There were some small episodes in the middle, but they didn't stump me. What stage of testing are we going to go to? ”

Hearing this, Mo Tingxuan's face became heavy and said, "Now it's time to enter the Dao Forest." I'm not lightly injured, I'm afraid I won't be able to endure it. ”

Lu Jingyuan patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile on his face: "I'm here!" Do not worry. ”

Mo Tingxuan glanced at the other party, the heaviness on his face decreased slightly, but he was still worried.

Mo Tingxuan's ancestors have passed the test for several generations, which undoubtedly adds a little more worry to his heart. If you hadn't been seriously injured in the previous battle with the bandits, you would have entered the Dao Forest in your heyday, and you would have thought that you would be fine. However, now that the residual blood is in the state, I am afraid that it will be more than lucky.

Vaguely, the picture of his father's disappointment flashed in his mind, and Mo Tingxuan's eyebrows sank deeper. Since he was sensible, he has been competing to be the first everywhere, and he has never disappointed his parents. This also gave him a high prestige among his peers. Do you want to plant this big heel here today?

He was unwilling.

He looked at the door in front of him, which was the passage to the next level. Between advance and retreat, he hesitated.

He began to regret it, regretting that he was in charge of the idle things in the town, regretting fighting with Xiao Huang, and even regretting helping Lu Jingyuan.

However, even if he regretted it, it was useless. Once something happens, no matter how great you are, you can't change it.

"Are you alright? Out of this sweat. Lu Jingyuan's voice came.

Mo Tingxuan glanced at him resentfully, and immediately restrained his unkind aura. Nuno answered twice: "It's okay, it's okay." ”

Lu Jingyuan didn't notice anything, only said that his injuries had worsened again.