Wang Mou was also startled when he heard this, although his cultivation is not there now, but the alertness unique to the reaction to the outside world has not disappeared, and now when he heard a voice behind him, he involuntarily turned around and slashed down.

I saw Wang Mou cut down with a sword, but he didn't cut anything, Wang Mou looked at it, only to see a black shadow floating in front of him, although the facial features were lifelike, but he could obviously feel that this was not a living thing.

"Hell!" Wang Mou was shocked, and took the broken sword Wushuang and slashed several times.

The black shadow was a little helpless, although he couldn't feel any pain when he was slashed by the broken sword Wushuang, but he was still a little uncomfortable in his heart when he was slashed like this by a person with a sword.

But it's no wonder that Wang Mou, when Wang Mou was young and practiced with his master, he was once captured by a ghost cultivator, although the master later saved him, but Wang Mou has always been afraid of ghosts, so some of Wang Mou's friends often use this to mock him.

"Don't be rude to the ghost elder!" Seeing this situation, Wang Qiu, the head of the sect, hurriedly stopped Wang Mou.

"Ghost senior, I'm sorry to offend. Wang Qiu pulled Wang Mou to his side and explained to the black shadow.

"It's okay, it's okay. The black shadow waved his hand to show that he didn't care, but he still couldn't help touching his face, and thought to himself: Is he so ugly?

Wang Mou stood quietly to the side, bowing his head and not daring to speak, but his slightly trembling legs still showed that he was a little afraid.

"It's okay, don't be afraid, it's just a little ghost, don't be afraid......" Wang Mou comforted himself in his heart.

"Little friend, can you borrow me your broken sword to take a look?" the black shadow floated in front of Wang Mou, and said in the most gentle tone possible.

Wang Mou raised his head stiffly and squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying. "Former ...... Seniors, give ...... Here you go. ”

Wang Mou said tremblingly as he handed over the broken sword Wushuang.

Looking at Wang Qiu, the head of the house next to him, he couldn't help but hold his forehead, how could there be such a person who was afraid of ghosts in this world.

The black shadow was also helpless, but he still took the broken sword handed by Wang Mou tremblingly.

The black shadow took the broken sword and gently stroked it, his expression as if he was reminiscing and regretting.

"I thought I had lost this sword, but I didn't expect it to stay in the vault. Old man, I've wronged you all these years. The dark shadow's tone was full of vicissitudes.

Hearing this, the head of the sect Wang Qiu's body was shocked, this ghost elder is an old man of the sect, and it is said that the first head of the sect was kind to him before he stayed in the Dragon Swallowing Dao. Now I don't know how many hundred years have passed, although the ghost elder has a longer lifespan as a ghost cultivator than ordinary monks, but being able to live for such a long time also proves the depth of his cultivation.

Now, the blade of the ghost elder in his early years has been discovered, is there another treasure in the sect?

But Elder Ghost's subsequent words made Wang Qiu shatter his illusions. I only heard the ghost elder say regretfully: "It's a pity that you have been ruined like this, alas, it's a pity......"

"Elder Ghost, the sect is willing to help you with the recovery of the divine soldiers. "Wang Qiu is still not giving up, hoping to restore the Broken Sword Peerless.

"It's useless," Elder Ghost shook his head, "It's all broken like this, and no one can fix it." ”

Wang Qiu's eyes dimmed, and it seemed that the idea of adding one more divine weapon to the sect was about to fail.

The ghost elder gently stroked the broken sword Wushuang in his hand, and the black light flashed in his hands, attaching a faint layer of black light to the sword.

"Xiaoyou, since you have found the Peerless Sword, it means that you have a relationship with this sword. I have attached a layer of protection to it, although it has no special effect, but it can ensure that the sword body will not be damaged when it collides with other weapons, so cherish this sword!" Elder Ghost was reluctant to hand over the Peerless Sword, his eyes full of vicissitudes.

"Thank you...... Thank...... Xie, senior......" Wang Mou trembled and took the unparalleled sword that had been blessed with a protective barrier, but his trembling voice still showed his fear.

The ghost elder saw Wang Mou's frightened appearance, and the atmosphere of reminiscing about the past was also destroyed, so he glanced at Wang Mou helplessly, and turned into black smoke and dissipated.

"This disciple, can you show me this sword?" Wang Qiu couldn't hold back the curiosity in his heart, and asked Wang Mou for the Peerless Sword to borrow and take a look.

When Wang Mou saw that the ghost elder had left, the fear in his heart disappeared, and without a trace of trembling, he handed the Wushuang Sword to Wang Qiu.

Wang Qiu slowly poured spiritual power into the Wushuang Sword, and when he noticed the unformed magic circle that had been destroyed in the body of the Wushuang Sword, he sighed, as the ghost elder said, there was no way to recover it except to reforge it.

"Protect this sword, since the ghost predecessor said that it is related to you, this sword will be given to you. Wang Qiu stretched out his hand and handed the Wushuang Sword to Wang Mou, for him, the current Wushuang Sword can only be regarded as a fairly good blade, and the quality in the treasure house can only be regarded as a middle and lower level, rather than taking him back, it is better to be a favor.

"Thank you, boss. Although Wang Mou didn't attach much importance to this sword, he still pretended to be very excited and gave Wang Qiu a big gift.

Wang Qiu waved his hand and didn't say anything, turned around and left, he was going to stare at Jia Nanxun at this time, in case he chose some flashy blades.

Wang Mou got the Peerless Sword, and he didn't have any nostalgia for this treasure house, so he came to the door and waited after a brief turn.

As time passed, all the disciples also chose their blades one after another and left the treasure house.

Wang Mou looked at the disciples who had left the treasure house, the quality of the blades in their hands was uneven, some did choose the most suitable blade for their current use, while others chose some flashy face goods like Jia Nanxun.

And the blades chosen by the few people that Wang Mou is most concerned about are also different, Li Tieniu chose a pair of fist gloves, which suits him very well; Chu Jinmao doesn't know if it's because of his name, he chose a snake spear, and Wang Mou always feels that this snake spear is a little evil; and Jia Nanxun chose a simple and unpretentious long knife, although the aura emitted by this knife can obviously feel that it is a treasure blade, but from Jia Nanxun's resentful eyes, it is not difficult to see that this knife is eighty percent chosen by Wang Qiu for him.

All the disciples came out, and the head Wang Qiu led everyone out of the treasure house.

Not long after everyone left, the ghost elder transformed into a figure in front of the treasure house, walked to the white-haired old ape, and whispered: "Xiaobai, I don't know why, I have a hunch that the young man who found my peerless sword can also get his master back, do you think I miss my master too much?"

The white-haired old ape didn't speak, the furious color in his eyes gradually turned to clarity, looking at the mountains in the distance, I don't know what he was thinking.

......

Wang Mou and the others went back to their houses to rest after obtaining the blades, and Wang Qiu asked them not to assign them training tasks, but only asked them to familiarize themselves with the selected blades as soon as possible today and tomorrow.

Such a request naturally made Wang Mou very happy, the training in the last few days had made him waste a lot of opportunities to transform spiritual power, and he was naturally happy to quietly transform some of the spiritual power in his body in the past few days.

As soon as Wang Mou returned to the house, he couldn't wait to enter the cultivation state, and at this time, he heard someone scolding outside the door: "Wang, if you have the ability, you can come out for me, see that I don't beat you all over the ground to find teeth." ”

As soon as Wang Mou heard it, he knew that this was Chu Jinmao stealing chickens and rice to get back face that day, Wang Mou ignored it and continued to cultivate.

"Lao Wang, someone scolded you for shrinking your head turtle, and you didn't react at all? Wan Fazi once again appeared beside Wang Mou, and urged Wang Mou to accept the challenge.

"I don't have so much time to spare, I'm going to you. Wang Mou didn't open his eyes, and said impatiently to Wan Fazi.

"Since you say so, then I'm really going. Wan Fazi smiled, which made Wang Mou very puzzled, he didn't know how Wan Fazi, such a machine spirit, could fight for him.

I saw Wan Fazi clear his throat and imitate Wang Mou's voice and scolded Chu Jinmao through the door.

Wang Mou suddenly felt that there were 10,000 divine beasts roaring past in his heart, but he didn't bother to stop it, and continued to carry out his spiritual power transformation cause.

And this is bitter Chu Jinmao outside the door, originally if the king was silent, he scolded a few words and went back. But at this time, Wan Fazi scolded him, he naturally didn't want to fall behind, and scolded Wan Fazi for nearly an hour, and then he really didn't have the strength to leave with hatred, but he didn't know that he wasted time and energy, and in the end he only satisfied Wan Fazi, an old instrument spirit who didn't know how many years.

After this episode, Wang Mou's next day and a half can be regarded as leisure, after filling about a quarter of the dantian, Wang Mou also ended his training, and it happened to be the time to set off.

Wang Mou simply adjusted his state and came to the agreed meeting place.

After arriving at the meeting place, I found that most of the people had already arrived, all of them were in a majestic state, and everyone swore to take the disciple's seat in the bag.

After about a cup of tea, the personnel had already arrived, just waiting for the head to come and lead them to the tryouts.

At this moment, a huge goshawk in the sky was slowly flying towards the assembly place, and on the back of the goshawk stood the head of the house, Wang Qiu, and several elders.

The goshawk slowly landed in the open space on the side, and the head of the sect and the others nodded with satisfaction as they looked at the high-spirited people in front of them, and said with a smile: "Disciples, we are going to set off immediately, I hope that all the disciples can spare no effort in the selection competition, not only for themselves but also for the sect to achieve an excellent result, can you understand?"

"Understood!" all the disciples except Wang Mou were so excited that they shouted out with all their strength.

"Very good," Wang Qiu nodded with satisfaction, and waved his big hand: "Disciples, get on the flying eagle and go!"

Wang Qiu gave an order, and all the disciples climbed on the back of the flying eagle specially raised by the sect in an orderly manner, and each found a suitable position to sit down.

After the people who were used were seated, the goshawk flapped its wings and flew into the sky, and everyone did not waste the time to go to the destination, and everyone was quietly cultivating.

After about a cup of tea, the eagle landed on the edge of a verdant mountain cliff, which was the place where the selection competition was held, Qingxin Cliff.

Before the eagle could land smoothly, a strong air flow shook the eagle for a while, and the head of the department urgently took action to stabilize the eagle's body before stopping the risk of rolling over.

Wang Mou looked in the direction of the air current, and saw a huge airship hovering in the air, and the powerful air current just now was sent by this airship.

"Yo, isn't this the team of the Dragon Swallowing Dao? I'm sorry, I'm sorry, the airship that the sect just bought is not proficient in operation, so I am disturbing you. But does your faction still use the most primitive flying eagle? Anyway, it is also one of the three major sects of Lan Jinjun, how can it not even afford to buy an airship?hahaha......" A strong man in black flew out of the airship, looking at the group of people in the Dragon Swallowing Dao below and sneered.

"Zhang Lanshi, you don't have to be too rampant!" Wang Qiu roared at the black-clothed strong man in the sky, the black-clothed strong man was none other than Zhang Lanshi, the head of the Broken Law Sword Sect.

"Haha, you have the ability to wait until you win the selection. After Zhang Lanshi finished speaking, he flew forward without looking back.

"You ......" Wang Qiu was angry enough at this time, but he was helpless against him.

At this time, Wang Mou, who watched this scene, thought with a smile: It seems that this selection competition will be very interesting!

(To be continued)