Cheng Ling and Fang Jie came to the academy square hand in hand, only to see that there were seventy percent fewer monks in the square, and only thirty percent of those who could participate in the final disciple assessment were left.

Cheng Ling was secretly surprised, this Sword Academy really deserved to be the biggest force in the south, and the three levels of the disciple assessment alone could eliminate hundreds of thousands of monks, and the rest was less than 50,000. And obviously, there will definitely be a lot of elimination in the assessment.

After waiting in the square for a quarter of an hour, seeing that no monks continued to come, an old man slowly walked to the center of the square and said, "Welcome to the assessment of the Famous Sword Academy, the academy has three branches, you can choose by yourself." ”

"But you only have one chance to choose, if any of the branches are eliminated, you can only leave, there is no second chance, so please consider carefully! Okay, don't say much, the assessment begins, you go in turn." ”

Fang Jie said to Cheng Ling: "Brother Cheng, do you see the three flags in front of you?" The sword weapon above is the assessment point of the Kendo Academy, don't make a mistake, you will definitely pass, I will go to the Martial Arts Academy for assessment first. ”

Cheng Ling looked up and saw three flags erected in front of him, one with a sword weapon painted on it, one side with a yin and yang gossip, and the last one with a figure drawn, presumably the representative flag of the three courts.

He said: "Okay, and I wish you to pass the assessment!"

Fang Jie nodded, and walked towards the banner where the characters were drawn.

Cheng Ling observed, and saw that the disciples who participated in the assessment of the three academies were almost the same, and they were evenly divided, so he didn't pay attention to it, and walked towards the assessment point of the Kendo Academy.

At each assessment point, a large temporary house was built, and there were several waves of disciples received, Cheng Ling counted them, and there were about ten assessment points.

After thinking about it, it is also right, more than 50,000 monks, even if the three points are evenly distributed, there are more than 10,000, if there is only one assessment point, the speed is too slow, God knows when the assessment will be.

Cheng Ling walked through the waterfall very early, in front of most of the assessment monks, and soon it was his turn.

He took two steps forward, and a disciple sat down on the desk and asked, "Name?"

"Cheng Ling!"

"Age?"

"Twenty years old!"

"Origin?"

"Loose cultivation!"

"Oh?" the disciple raised his head and asked, "Are you really a casual cultivator?" You must know that the three levels of the Famous Sword Academy are not easy to pass, just a casual cultivator, it is not easy, the disciple can't help but be a little suspicious.

"It turned out to be a child of the Chen family, but unfortunately the Chen family was wiped out and could only be left out!"

Cheng Ling had already thought of a way to deal with it, there were very few people who knew that they had a relationship with Liu Qingyan, and in the Famous Sword Academy, at best, there were only a few disciples of Liu Ming and the Cheng family, and most of them were in the inner gate.

In case the upper echelons of the academy asked, it would be better to find an excuse, and besides, he was indeed a child of the Chen family in name, and he could not find anything wrong. Moreover, when Liu Qingyan was in the academy, he did not reveal that he was a disciple of the Wuxiang Sword Sect.

"I see!" the disciple nodded, and wrote down the information. Then he said, "Okay, you go and test the spiritual root!"

Cheng Ling was beating a drum in his heart, and he was really not sure about the detection of the spiritual root. At least when he was in the Phaseless Sword Sect, he could cultivate many swordsmanship, and he didn't see his cultivation progress slowing down. Obviously, he is a multi-line miscellaneous spirit root, and the chance of passing the assessment is not great.

It's just that he has no choice, this is a stage that must be experienced, and he can only bite the bullet and walk to the instrument to detect the spiritual root.

I saw a disciple sitting behind the table in front of me, and there was a round tray on the table, on which there was an instrument with many pillars of light. The disciple said, "Put your hand on it and enter the True Yuan." ”

Cheng Ling reluctantly put his hand on the instrument, and Zhenyuan was running, and he didn't dare to look at it at all. After waiting for a long time, I heard the disciple say "huh" in surprise.

He sighed in his heart, it seems that he still can't pass this level, so he can only be eliminated. I was about to get up and turn around, but I heard the disciple say: "Yes, it turned out to be a single-line wood spirit root, and the quality has also reached the ninth grade, excellent spirit root attributes, congratulations to junior brother!"

He didn't wait for the final assessment, he just called his junior brother.

Cheng Ling wondered, what is the situation, why is there only one kind of spirit root, and it is also the best wood spirit root, isn't that a good cultivation qualification? But how can he explain that he can cultivate the swordsmanship of the three systems of wind, ice, and thunder, and also comprehend the artistic conception of the wind and thunder systems?

Could it be that this instrument is broken? But it's not like it, the other monks tested it well, why did it go wrong when it came to me?

He pondered for a long time, and the disciple also urged: "Senior brother, your spiritual root is very good, and you have a great chance of passing, go and participate in the final level of the assessment!"

Cheng Ling smiled bitterly, what the hell is going on, I can't think of a reason after thinking about it for a long time, and in the end I can only give up, since I passed, I don't care, it is important to go to the last level of the assessment first.

He went on and came to the house. As soon as he entered, he felt a fierce sword momentum coming from his face, almost causing the fluctuation of the sword intent on his body. He was busy suppressing the fluctuations in his body, and he was able to resist with enough true yuan.

After half a cup of tea, a voice came: "Yes, you can resist my momentum, your foundation is very solid, now, just observe in the room, tea time, comprehend a sword style." ”

Cheng Ling looked up and saw an old man sitting in front of him, his eyes blazing, staring tightly, as if he wanted to see him through.

His heart froze, and the true yuan was running, and he instantly eliminated his sharp eyes and began to look around. The furnishings in the house are very simple, there are two sets of tables and chairs on the left and right, the first square table, and the old man sits on the Taishi chair behind the table.

Behind the old man hangs this landscape painting, on which are painted green pines and green bamboos, and on the left and right sides of the room hang several calligraphy, each of which is written in a font like a sword move.

Cheng Ling had a full view of the scene inside the house in an instant, and if he understood the sword move, he would be able to use it immediately. It's just that the calligraphy and paintings around him are too simple, and the sword moves are also very shallow, so he doesn't bother to use such a sword style to pass the assessment.

Then all that was left was the table and chair, how could the table and chair comprehend the sword move? At this moment, he suddenly remembered the sword momentum he felt when he first entered the door. Isn't the old man in front of him a good object of comprehension?

The old man was the old sword man who paid attention to Cheng Ling. He knew that a monk like Cheng Ling, who had comprehended the fur of sword intent, would definitely not go to other Taoist academies, and would definitely choose the kendo academy.

Sure enough, after waiting for a while, I saw Cheng Ling's figure, and what is even more valuable is that Cheng Ling is only twenty years old, and he is the best spiritual root of pure wood. In this way, his interest was even greater, so he decided to come to the assessment in person.

As soon as Cheng Ling entered the house, he exuded a sword momentum, wanting to see how far he had comprehended the sword intent. Unexpectedly, Cheng Ling took it stiffly, he didn't even feel the fluctuation of sword intent, the foundation and control were amazing, and he liked it more in his heart, it depends on the final understanding.

He believes that it is not difficult to comprehend the sword style, but the difficult thing is to comprehend what kind of sword style, if

Just a sword style, he will be greatly disappointed. Therefore, from the moment Cheng Ling entered the house, he kept staring at it without the slightest relaxation!

Seeing that he swept around and didn't make any movement, a third of the time had passed, and he couldn't help but be anxious, could it be that his understanding was not high, it was a pity.

At this moment, he suddenly found that Cheng Ling was staring at him tightly, his eyes were shining, and he didn't let him go at all! Jian Lao Dao wondered in his heart, he didn't comprehend the sword style, why did he keep staring at himself? Could it be that he could comprehend the sword style when he looked at me?

In Cheng Ling's eyes, what he saw was not just an old man. The old sword has been immersed in the sword for hundreds of years, and naturally, the sword power exuded from his body is very powerful. He sat with his hands on his knees, and he sat upright, like a huge sword.

His body does not move, just like the sword style is not out, it is gaining momentum, the waist is straight, just like the sword body, it is an attack, and the eyes are like gods, like the sword light, it is a sword-style killing move.

In an instant, Cheng Ling moved, holding the Thundercloud Sword, the true yuan of the whole body flowed, and a faint sword light flashed on the sword. Like the wind, like thunder, and extremely swift, he stabbed at the old man with a sword!

The old man's pupils shrank, and this sword was somewhat interesting. Unexpectedly, he comprehended a killing move from the old man's body, this son's talent and understanding are really amazing, and the Kendo Academy is expected to prosper, haha!

You must know that the disciples who are usually assessed can at most comprehend a sword style from the calligraphy and paintings around the house, and most of the sword styles are mediocre, and they can only be regarded as barely qualified. Only a very small number of monks have comprehended a slightly more impressive sword style from the tables, chairs, beams, etc. of the house.

The layout of this room is very mysterious, and it is set up for disciples to comprehend the sword style. I have assessed my disciples for hundreds of years, and I have only seen a few sword styles that are somewhat interesting, including defense, attack, or defense with attack, which is already very good.

But like Cheng Ling, in less than half a cup of tea, a monk who comprehended the killing move from himself had never seen it. And this style of killing moves is fast, ruthless, and accurate, with almost no flaws, the only thing missing is the start-up, which is not mellow enough, and the cultivation is also a little lower.

If the other elders of the Kendo Academy knew what the old man was thinking now, they would definitely scold. You think that people have been cultivating like you for thousands of years, but you don't see that you are just a twenty-year-old green skin offspring, and when you talk about half a cup of tea, you can also create a killing move to show me!

Damn the old sword Dao, don't get cheap and sell well, with such a talented and understanding disciple, you can burn high incense!

Jian Lao Dao's mind was racing, and in less than a breath, Cheng Ling's long sword had already come to him. I like it even more in my heart, I can't imagine that the speed of the sword has accelerated a few points, this disciple is really rare!

He stretched out his right hand and gently clipped his two index fingers. Cheng Ling's sword move stopped, unable to advance or retreat.

The old sword was still feeling the power and changes in the sword style, but Cheng Ling was embarrassed. Although the two were separated by a long sword, in the end, his sword move sped up a little, and the old sword man clamped the sword weapon, but it was sandwiched in the middle of the sword body, and the distance between the two was extremely close.

Cheng Ling could even see the old man's sparse and gray short beard, and his whole body was lying on the table again, looking like a hungry tiger pounced on a sheep.

But what is in front of me is not a beautiful little sister, just a bad old man. I can't go in, I can't go back, and I'm too depressed.

After a long time, the old man reacted, as soon as he raised his head, his lips intersected, and there was an intimate contact, Cheng Ling was like being struck by lightning, his eyes almost shed tears, his first kiss was gone, is this old man an old glass?