Tie Yunhao is really a heartless person.

After lying down for a while, Ye Wentian heard a slight snoring from him.

Ye Wentian smiled secretly, resting his head on his arm, thinking about what happened in this day.

I don't know when, Ye Wentian also fell asleep.

The ancient Sword Sect has its own unique charm.

The lights of the main hall are bright, and the word Zongmen is reflected more eye-catching.

The towering sword tower looks even more majestic in the moonlight, as if it is guarding everything here.

The huge sword-shaped sculpture stands on the top of the mountain, as if telling the history and glory of the Sword Sect.

The night breeze is gentle, with the freshness of the mountains and the traces of time.

The ancient stone wall of the Sword Sect is engraved with the sword marks and heartfelt words of the disciples of the past generations.

Each trace represents a story, a story of struggle for the ultimate in kendo.

At this moment, the Sword Sect is quiet and solemn.

Only the night breeze accompanied by the moonlight passed through the ancient temple, bringing bursts of ancient and mysterious sounds.

The disciples of the sect had all rested, and only a few of them were still cultivating in the sword tower.

They are looking forward to the day when they will realize the true meaning of kendo.

It is a strength in silence, a tenacity in silence.

The Sword Sect looked more tenacious and majestic in the night.

This ancient temple and this sect are full of dedication and admiration for the way of the sword.

Every disciple here lives with swords, dreams with swords, and pursues the endless way of swords.

In the moonlight, the mountain gate of the Sword Sect loomed, standing in the wind and rain.

At this time, the moon is dark and the wind is high, and everything is silent, only the sound of insects and wind whispers in the ears.

Suddenly, Ye Wentian, who was sleeping, heard a long roar.

He jumped to his feet.

Tie Yunhao beside him was also awakened.

"What's going on?"

Ye Wentian shook his head: "I don't know, let's go out and have a look." ”

The two men opened the door and walked out.

The square outside was already full of teenagers who had been promoted.

Around them, there was a group of Tsing Yi men with weapons in hand.

They were all disciples of the Sword Sect.

An old and majestic voice came from the darkness: "Tonight is your midnight test. You need to rely on your own sword heart to pass this test before you can truly become an official disciple of the Sword Sect. ”

The teenagers in the square glanced at each other, and a trace of nervousness and excitement flashed in their eyes.

They all knew that this test was a great test of great importance to them.

Not only do they have to apply what they've learned, but they also need to show their determination and perseverance.

The old voice continued: "The test begins! Look at the Tsing Yi swordsmen around you. You can choose one of them and use your skills to defeat him! However, you only have one chance. If it fails, it will be eliminated. ”

As soon as the words fell, the square suddenly became lively.

The teenagers drew their swords from their waists and faced in one direction with serious faces.

They have only one goal in mind – to defeat the opponent of their choice.

One by one, the teenagers did not hesitate and rushed to their opponents.

Time passes slowly in the night.

The sound of swords colliding with swords and breaking through the air continued to sound.

Every swing of the sword is like a dawn piercing through the darkness.

Every attack is like breaking the waves of peace.

Despite the difficult trials, every disciple did not flinch.

They know that this is the way they must go to become true swordsmen.

Only by passing this test can they truly comprehend the essence of the Sword Sect - the sword heart that pursues the ultimate and surpasses themselves.

It was late at night, and the teenagers in the square were still wielding their swords.

There was a sparkle of determination in their eyes.

Their hearts burn with an attachment to kendo.

Ye Wentian also walked towards a man in Tsing Yi.

"Huh..... Senior brother, please accept and be merciful. ”

The man in Tsing Yi looked indifferent, as if he hadn't heard Ye Wentian's words.

"Let's make a move!" The man in Tsing Yi said coldly.

Ye Wentian scratched his head: "I'm sorry, I don't know kung fu." ”

The man in Tsing Yi was stunned!

"You don't know kung fu, why are you coming to the Sword Sect?"

Ye Wentian still smiled and said, "It's because I can't learn it." ”

The man in Tsing Yi with a serious face was amused by Ye Wentian.

"Huh..... It's funny, the Sword Sect doesn't accept useless people. ”

Ye Wentian touched his nose: "You still haven't confiscated me, how can you know if I'm useless?" ”

The people in Tsing Yi saw that the partners around them were having a lively fight, where was he still in the mood to talk nonsense with Ye Wentian?

He pointed at the long sword in his hand.

"Don't talk nonsense, you can't pass my level, don't think about entering the Sword Sect."

The words fell, and even the person with the sword was like a sharp arrow stabbing towards Ip Mantian.

Ye Wentian didn't move, as if he wasn't scared stupid.

But just when the sword of the man in Tsing Yi was about to stab him, Ye Wentian's body turned slightly.

With such a slight movement, the sword of the man in Tsing Yi pierced into the air!

Hey!

Tsing Yi people were stunned.

He didn't believe he could stab the air.

With a flick of his wrist, the person jumped over as he turned over, and made another sword at Ye Wentian.

This time, Ye Wentian also did not hide.

Just a flick of the fingers.

A wisp of finger wind flew out and hit the wrist of the man in Tsing Yi directly.

Yes!

There was a numbness in his wrist, and the sword in his hand flew out uncontrollably.

Ye Wentian clasped his hands into fists at this time, and said with a smile: "Thank you, thank you Senior Brother for your mercy." ”

The people in Tsing Yi were both embarrassed and shocked!

He didn't know if it was Ip Man's hand.

Because he didn't see Ye Wentian make a move at all, all he saw was the scene of Ye Wentian dodging in embarrassment.

But it's also a fact that his sword flew out of his hand.

The man in Tsing Yi snorted coldly.

But the man retreated.

At this time, Tie Yunhao, who had already finished the battle, also flew over and rushed over.

"Brother Ye, are you okay?"

Ye Wentian smiled.

"It's okay, thanks to this senior brother's kindness!"

The straightforward and simple Tie Yunhao actually hugged his fist at the Tsing Yi man opposite Ye Wentian to express his gratitude.

"Thank you, brother! Thank you, brother! ”

The man in green clothes blushed slightly, but he didn't tell the truth.

After all, no one wants others to know about their embarrassment.

Half an hour later.

All the trials are over.

After this toss, only thirty-six of the one hundred and eight people remained!

The elimination rate is too high!

The eliminated teenager was very unwilling, but he was helpless.

They didn't even want to stay in the Sword Sect for a few more moments.

The eliminated teenagers turned around and left, leaving the Sword Sect overnight.

In the ancient temple, on the square.

The old man's voice sounded again: "Congratulations on officially becoming an inner disciple of the Sword Sect!" ”

The figure flashed, and suddenly there was one more person in the square.

Grand Elder Moxi!

Thirty-six teenagers shouted in unison: "Long live the Sword Sect, long live the Sword Sect!" ”

As soon as Moxi raised his hand, the teenagers fell silent.

"Tomorrow, our four elders will recruit one or two disciples from among you and personally teach you Sword Sect Kung Fu!"

Wow! The teenagers were in an uproar.

Everyone's eyes are filled with infinite expectations!