The first sword cultivator to come to the stage belonged to the Xuanjie ring, and the monks in the audience cheered.

"Isn't this Zhao Yandong, the heavy sword who ranked forty-seventh on the last Xuanjie List? Someone in the audience recognized him.

"Please ask your seniors for advice. Zhao Yandong bowed, took off the heavy sword on his back and stood in front of him, his eyes were resolute, as if he was as thick as a rock in the turbulent countercurrent.

The scumbag man nodded, at least the first teenager to come on stage was very polite, which made his sad mood slightly better.

The man raised his hand and rubbed his stubble, and his long naturally curly hair was casually draped.

"Hmm......" The bearded scumbag man forced himself to lift his spirits, but his laziness did not restrain at all, and the monk who had not participated in the battle for the swordsman list looked at the man on the stage who seemed to be going to sleep at any time, and his nervous mood relaxed a lot.

The man moved his hand to the hilt of the sword, and the moment he held the sword, everyone present sensed that an aura that was so fierce that it made people's hairs explode instantly spread.

The man's eyes became sharp casually, and at this moment, Zhao Yandong only felt that Rumang was on his back, and this feeling made him very uncomfortable.

The man only drew his sword slightly, revealing a three-inch sword body, and the cold light flashed, and some monks with less strength closed their eyes by this bright and dazzling sword light, and their minds were endlessly white.

The sword dissipated, and those monks who slowly regained their sight saw the scene at the beginning of the battle - the bearded man looked drowsy, and Zhao Yandong stood up with his sword in front of him.

"Zhao Yandong wins. The referee on the edge of the ring announced loudly.

"What's going on?" was the common sentiment of the low-strength monks.

Han Fan didn't see it very clearly, but he generally understood it, the scumbag man took out his sword three inches, a sword stabbed at Zhao Yandong, Zhao Yandong raised the sword, the aura converged on the heavy sword, the sword and the heavy sword collided and neutralized, Zhao Yandong put down the heavy sword again, and the sword dissipated.

It seems that Zhao Yandong's victory has inspired the confidence and passion of the sword cultivators in the audience, and before he stepped down, there were sword cultivators rushing to the ring on the side of the Yellow Rank Ring.

No one noticed that Zhao Yandong's sweat-soaked back and slightly trembling legs after stepping down, and the scumbag man almost crushed him with that momentum alone.

Compared to the attack of the Xuan-rank ring, the level of the Yellow Rank has dropped significantly, the tester of the Yellow Rank Ring simply shot a sword qi, Han Fan roughly estimated that the strength of the sword qi of the tester of the Yellow Rank Ring was the full blow of the monk in the middle of the Three Realms.

At this time, a fierce shout suddenly erupted in the crowd, and Han Fan followed the sound to look, it turned out that it was the first sword cultivator ushered in the ground step ring.

The man was wearing a dark gray robe, the buttons were neatly tied, and his hair was carefully groomed, combed behind his head, obviously with a face in his twenties, but it gave people the feeling of being half a hundred years old.

The man, who didn't know whether to call him a teenager or a middle-aged man, stepped up to the stage slowly, he took out his saber from his bag, the scabbard was also dark gray, without any pattern embellishment, and he bowed slightly to the tester, which was considered to be a salute.

There was no verbal exchange, the tester drew his sword out of its sheath, the sword came out, and the person was already in front of the gray-robed man.

This one wielded the sword to rub the artistic conception of the Jin Ge Iron Horse, and the monks who approached the ring seemed to be on the battlefield.

The gray-robed man gripped the hilt of his sword seemingly unfamiliarly.

Draw your sword, and the murderous aura will be pervasive!

There was a hint of discoloration in the tester's eyes, knowing that he was a whole realm higher than the gray-robed man in front of him, but he sensed a hint of threat from his sword.

It was also a good situation for both sides, the tester retreated to collect his sword, and the gray-robed man also put his sword into the sheath.

"Ming Yinsheng. The referee announced the result.

It seems that there is such a tacit understanding between each other, when Mingyin walked down the ground step ring, on the sky step ring, a woman slowly stepped up to the stage.

The cheers were several times higher than before, firstly because there was someone in the strongest heaven-level ring, and secondly, because the person who came out of the station was still a woman with a good posture.

The road of cultivation is long, and there are few companions!

Wouldn't it be beautiful if there was a beloved woman who led to the path of immortality and immortality!

"I'm afraid everyone here is a single dog!" Han Fan thought to himself, smiling with a smile on his lips, completely forgetting that he was also a member of the single army.

"It's Immortal Sword Zhao Jianing, the best Taoist candidate in my mind. The cheers had stopped, and the brother who said this did not know how to lower his voice, and everyone present listened to it.

Zhao Jianingcui's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she looked at the monk who spoke.

The monk couldn't help himself, and immediately noticed his gaffe, and when he saw his goddess casting his gaze, he smiled apologetically in return.

Zhao Jianing didn't think to deal with him, in fact, for a monk like her, who would wear light makeup in battle, hearing this kind of slightly straightforward but true compliment, her heart was more happy.

Han Fan took a closer look at Zhao Jianing, who was called the fairy sword by the monk, and compared the makeup skills of the Quartet World and the previous life, which was a very interesting thing.

Jia Ning dared to ask his senior brother for a lesson or two, and hoped that his senior brother would be merciful. "Zhao Jianing performed Taoist rituals.

The tester of the Tianjie Ring himself is also a monk from the Dongzhou Sword Sect, he was studying under the drunkard old swordsman, and he is also Zhao Jianing's master now, according to the seniority, he is indeed Zhao Jianing's senior brother, but later because his understanding and heart are not satisfactory, he has no face to continue to be embarrassed by the name of the drunkard old swordsman apprentice, without waiting for the master to say anything, he took the initiative to ask the master to dissolve the master-apprentice relationship between the two, the old swordsman appreciates his courage the most, and agreed to his approach.

"Without the huge psychological pressure brought by the master, maybe I can go higher and farther, I, as a master, always have to hope for his good, right?" This is what the drunkard old swordsman said to Zhao Jianing after he left.

"I'm not your brother anymore, but I'll do my best to guide you. The man laughed freely.

"What's the situation? Isn't the master of the Immortal Sword Zhao Jianing the same one?"

"Who is that?" his companion wondered.

"There are still a few drunkard old swordsmen in the world, that is, the drunkard old swordsman, the drunkard old swordsman who divides the world with one sword. The monk's words were extremely tongue-twisting, and his companion's eyes widened as he stared at the fluttering "fairy sword" on the stage with a shocked face.

"The drunkard old swordsman, one sword divides the world. "The monks of Dongzhou may not know this person, but they must have heard of this widely circulated saying.

The origin of these words starts from a trip to a small world by this drunkard old swordsman, he went to a small world made by nature, this small world is still in the stage of Hongmeng, the old swordsman is also a straight person, a sword split, since then, there is a real "sky" and "earth" in this small world.

With the birth of heaven and earth, some rare spiritual grasses and materials were also produced, which brought great benefits to the monks who later entered the small world to seek good fortune.

Zhao Jianing knew the stubborn character of this senior brother, so she didn't say much, and drew her sword and swung a few sword rays.

This was the first monk to take the initiative in the ring, and the man, who was Senior Brother Zeng, obviously didn't plan to make a move.

Zhao Jianing understands the meaning of the cloud, and perfectly combines the meaning of the cloud with the sword, the sword is like the clouds on the edge of the sky, giving people a seemingly ethereal but extremely noble feeling, the cloud is the way of the water is inclusive, and there is more of the elegance of the wind, as well as the unattainable transcendence of the immortals.

Zhao Jianing and the man came and went, the fight was hot, and the monks in the audience were fascinated.

The monks of the Six Realms are basically a contest between Dao and Yi, the monks of the Five Realms can have a lot of inspiration after reading it, the monks of the Four Realms can probably feel the strength and weakness, and the monks of the Three Realms are completely in the fog, after all, it is just a lively look.

The referee chose to turn a blind eye to the tester's behavior of breaking the rules, after all, the senior brother instructed the younger sister, and the master was still an old monster that he and the forces behind him couldn't provoke, so the referee would not do that kind of thankless stupid thing.

"Thank you for your advice. About a quarter of an hour later, Zhao Jianing got out of the ring satisfied, the senior brother is really still the senior brother, and today's guidance has benefited her a lot.

The man shook his head helplessly, and chose to be silent about Zhao Jianing's name for himself, he himself is a stubborn master, how could this little junior sister not be.

After the first person came up to sample each ring, the follow-up monks were no longer so timid, and the atmosphere in Wenjian Square began to warm up.

After Han Fan watched a few more attacks from the testers that were almost indiscriminate, he stepped onto the stage with confidence.

Salute, greet, and then test the person out of the sword, but Han Fan chose to use the Nine Elements World to dodge this attack, anyway, the rules did not clearly stipulate that it had to be hard-hit.

Regarding Han Fan's way of clearing customs, the referee of the Yellow Rank Ring discussed with the referee of the Xuan Rank Ring and determined that Han Fan's method was not a violation of the rules, and in this way, Han Fan successfully passed the audition.

After Han Fanjian's way of taking the edge was recognized by the referee, many monks with poor strength followed suit.

It's just that after they tried it, they found out that this sword was not so easy to dodge, and the speed of the body method was also part of the strength!