There was a lot of movement in the Ancestral Hall of Wind Thunder City.

Today is the apprenticeship ceremony for Wen Nian to officially ascend from the inner disciple to the disciple of the ancestral hall, and after today, this young sword cultivator does not need to go through the sword book from the library to practice.

Mo Yan, the sect master of Wind Thunder City, will personally teach Wen Nian's sword technique, which also makes many disciples of the sect up and down, inside and outside, begin to be envious of this young man who is already talented, and now he is even more upright, and he is favored by the sect master, and may soon be able to become a sword immortal in the Nine Realms.

Wind Thunder City's apprenticeship ceremony, there are not so many complicated rules, not only the sect master Mo Yan Mo Lao Sword Immortal is a cheerful person, the sect masters of all dynasties, in fact, are not pedantic people, since the beginning of the sect, Wind Thunder City has always only recognized two rules.

First, those with high kendo attainments are respected.

Second, those who are skilled in sword casting are respected.

As for apprenticeship, whether it is from an ordinary monk, worship under the gate of Wind Thunder City, become a disciple of the outer gate of Wind Thunder City, or from a disciple of the outer gate of Wind Thunder City, be promoted to an inner disciple, or like today's Wen Nian, in the experience of going down the mountain, he has excellent performance, superb swordsmanship, and good conduct, and has been exceptionally promoted to a disciple of the ancestor hall.

The first two don't even have a special apprenticeship ceremony, just write the name of a monk on the list of disciples in Wind Thunder City, and then let that monk face several statues of the sect masters of the past dynasties, and put on a stick of incense.

And even if it is Wen Nian, who was unusually promoted to the disciple of the Patriarch Hall today, his so-called "complicated" regulations are just after bathing and changing clothes, pay incense to the portrait of the patriarch of the Patriarch Hall and the portrait of the sect masters of the past dynasties, and then kneel and bow to Mo Yanxing.

Since then, there will be a special person to record the word "Wen Nian" on the spectrum of the Patriarch Hall of Wind and Thunder City, and inject the sword qi into the words between the lines, so that the few names on the spectrum of the Patriarch Hall can survive for a long time.

On the surface, there are actually only these two rules, but in fact, there is also a hidden requirement, and no elder will "mention" the disciples of Wind Thunder City a few words.

That is, if you want to become an outer disciple and an inner disciple, it is not difficult, but if you want to become the ancestor hall, in addition to the realm, Wind Thunder City attaches more importance to character, this kind of thing, if you mention it, it will be difficult to see.

After a long time, what is the character, after a long time, it will naturally be able to reveal its original form.

Although there are not many complicated rules, it is the promotion ceremony of a genius inner disciple, so today outside the gate of the Patriarch Hall of Wind Thunder City, a large number of disciples of Wind Thunder City have gathered, and countless people are looking forward to it, waiting for Senior Brother Wen, who is not often seen on weekdays, or Senior Brother Wen, to walk out of the house that carries the foundation of Wind Thunder City for hundreds of years, and every brick and tile has a heavy historical atmosphere and the amazing sword intent of the predecessors.

The apprenticeship ceremony has passed, and next, it is the link of the teacher's gift, Mo Yan, the sect master of Wind Thunder City, will personally give the same magic weapon to his disciple Wen Nian, maybe it is a sword that sharpens iron like clay, maybe it is an invulnerable treasure armor, what it will be, no one knows, but everyone knows that Wind Thunder City, which has a history of hundreds of years, is almost as strong as any secular dynasty in the world.

Therefore, the gift given by Sect Master Mo Yan will inevitably be a magic weapon that is coveted by qi refiners all over the world, and the rank must be extremely high!

A wind and thunder city, tens of thousands of disciples, and one person.

However, with a stick of incense, out of it came a young sword cultivator who no longer carried a long sword, but held a scabbard in one hand and a long sword in his hand with a solemn face.

Wen Nian, dressed in a black robe, raised the long sword in his hand high in the wind, and raised it above his head, his sleeves fluttering.

An ancient old man descended from the sky, not deliberately suppressing his own sword intent, a body full of sword intent into a small world, criss-crossed, forming a sword qi practice, where he passed, the air around his body seemed to be divided, the old man at the peak of the nine realms of the realm, swordsmanship may not be better than the young people who shook the world, but if it comes to sword intent, after five hundred years of precipitation, the old sword immortal has already reached the peak, and the furnace is pure, with only one sword intent, you can look at the world!

Mo Yan stretched out a finger, and a silver-white sword qi suddenly shot out, instantly injecting the long sword in Wen Nian's hand.

In the next moment, the young sword cultivator himself also released several sword qi, condensed it into a line, injected it into the long sword in his hand, intertwined and intertwined with the silver-white sword qi, and finally merged into one, without the slightest sense of abruptness, it was natural and perfect.

The old man said in a deep voice: "Raise the sword!"

If you get a royal decree.

The long sword in Wen Nian's hand instantly burst out with amazing strength and speed, and he took the young sword cultivator to rise together.

The long sword pierced through the air, and the momentum was like a rainbow.

A strong sense of tearing passed into Wen Nian's palm, he could barely hold this long sword like a wild horse, in the end it was the Eight Realms Sword Cultivation, Wen Nianqiang took a breath and held the long sword in his hand tightly, if he could stabilize his heart at this time, he could comprehend the true meaning of the sword through the sword intent of Shizun Mo Yan, which would be of great benefit!

The tens of thousands of disciples in Wind Thunder City all looked up at the genius sword cultivator in the clouds who was carried by the long sword in his hand and passively chased the clouds and the sun.

After Mo Yan took it with one hand, he gently stroked the extraordinary wine gourd on his waist with the other, and the corners of his mouth twitched, "It's done." ”

In the clouds, the natal flying sword in the center of the eyebrows has been sacrificed to start a game with the unruly long sword in his hand, and finally firmly has the upper hand, and he has realized a trace of the true meaning of the mysterious sword, and the whole person has entered a kind of indescribable and unclear, but can only understand the unspeakable mysterious state of Wen Nian's eyes closed.

In the end, the young sword cultivator opened his eyes, and when he opened his eyes, he was already in the Nine Realms.

Wen Nian's body turned into a touch of Changhong and slammed into the ground, if it was the previous Eight Realms Yuan Infant Wen Nian, then it was very likely to smash the ground into a big pit, menacing, full of energy, but it was impossible to control the sword intent.

However, Fang Cai had already comprehended the true meaning of the sword path above the clouds, so he broke through the realm and became the Wen Nian of the Nine Realms clone Sword Immortal, and his mastery of swordsmanship and sword intent had reached the point of perfection, and there was even a hint of the taste of blue being better than blue.

So in the case of seemingly strong momentum and about to knock the ground out of a big pit, Wen Nian instantly collected all his strength, and the whole person looked like he was suddenly "frozen", and suddenly he had slowed down, and finally fell lightly on the ground, and the landing posture was also very particular, first stepping on the ground lightly with his toes, and the seemingly understated "one point" had actually been unloaded in a moment.

You must know that no matter what kind of move you make in the world, it must be more difficult to receive a move than to make a move.

This is true for swords, and the same is true for punches, the spiritual power game between qi refiners, and the competition and confrontation between martial artists and internal force.

In fact, Wen Nian's move, in the eyes of the monks with a higher realm, the more shocking it is.

Several elders in the Patriarch Hall all nodded secretly at this moment, many people have regarded Wen Nian as the mainstay of the younger generation of Wind Thunder City, the first and only person who can lead Wind Thunder City to the top of the entire mountain in the world.

Mo Yan was very pleased, feeling that he had not seen the wrong person, and smiled sympathetically, without hiding his appreciation for the young man in his eyes.

Wen Nian put the sword into the sheath, calm and relaxed, he already had the atmosphere of a great sword immortal, he was grateful, and knelt down to the master Mo Yan to make a big salute, compared to the old man who gave him this unbelievable kendo attainment, no matter how many knocks, it was not a loss.

The old man smiled with satisfaction, helped his disciple Wen Nian up, and said in a deep voice: "From now on, you are the old man's disciple, but you must give me the face of Wind Thunder City." ”

The young sword cultivator saluted again, "Wen Nian will follow the teachings of the master and will definitely live up to the expectations of the master!"

Mo Yan took off the Tibetan sword glove on his waist that could warm up the sword, threw it to the young sword cultivator in front of him, and after receiving the instruction of the sect master Mo Yan, he raised his head and drank heavily!

Tens of thousands of Wind Thunder City disciples clapped their hands together, which was deafening and resounded on the top of the mountain.

On this day, there was another Nine Realms Sword Immortal in the world, and the Wind Thunder City was warm, and he was among the ten young people in the world, and his strength chased after Tang Yin of Yunxia Mountain.

The whale has not swallowed the sea, and the sword qi has fallen.

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Chang Sisi rushed overnight with a sword cultivator with a sword in his arms, although it is now a period of war between the two countries, but this pink-clothed candidate of the powerful Yan Kingdom is still with a sword cultivator with good strength, appearing in the territory of Daxuan, Chang Sisi has his own means.

On this trip, the two did not take the carriage that was equivalent to a rune boat and could help the sky, but chose to rush to the wind, avoiding several passes in the sky and the world, as if entering a no-man's land.

That sword cultivator, even if the wind is in the air, is also holding the sword in his arms, and he doesn't want the sword to move forward, but he can't, he really doesn't want to.

Just because this taciturn worship is not only a sword cultivator with great killing power, but also a martial artist with a strong body, and he has a double refining of gas, which is rare in the world.

Chang Sisi carried his hands behind him, and hurried in mid-air against the wind, his clothes fluttering, his smile was tranquil, and he was a true fairy.

Holding a sword in his arms behind him, even if he was on the way to resist the wind, he still closed his eyes and recuperated, all relying on the "perception" of the martial arts, and followed behind Chang Sisi.

The two of them soared through the clouds, but intentionally or unintentionally avoided the Confucian sage who sat in the Great Xuan Tianmu, not that they were not opponents, but they did not want to be opponents.

"Huh. ”

Chang Sisi, who was dressed in a pink robe, suddenly stopped in mid-air, his eyes were full of surprise, as if he had seen something terrible.

The sword cultivator behind him also stopped, opened his eyes slightly, and asked, "Master Hou, what's wrong?"

Chang Sisi smiled and shook his head, and then continued to set off to resist the wind, but only slightly accelerated, and the sword cultivator naturally closed his eyes again and followed.

After flying out for a distance, Chang Sisi separated a heart, as if he had eyes behind him, and "looked" into the clouds that flew higher than the two.

A scholar in a green shirt who was holding a broken folding fan and hurrying away from the wind was exhausted, but he still held on to his spirit and did not rest for a moment.

Retracting the heart mustard seed, Chang Sisi pinched the trick with his fingertips, deduced it slightly, and calculated the ins and outs in a moment, and smiled dumbly, "Hehe, the avenue is fifty, Tianyan is forty-nine, and there is still a glimmer of life." ”