The road not far from the test bench was far away, and he felt a little sweat.

She greeted Rong Hui from a distance and hurriedly dodged away.

Just now, she heard from the disciples of the teleportation array that Rong Hui was elegantly invited to the introductory disciple testing place.

Lu Yaoyao had planned to personally invite people back.

Take a look at the ground.

Rong Hui tested.

No spiritual roots.

Lu Yao looked at Rong Hui, who only had qi refining and cultivation, and was ready to wait for her to come out.

Who knew that he was seen by Rong Hui.

And then......

Fake powder fake to the end.

Send the Buddha to the West.

It is impossible to let an elder not even pass the test, so that the Sword Spirit Sect will lose face in front of tens of thousands of apprentices.

Lu Yaoyao waved his hand.

First-time use privileges.

Mingxiu's eyes widened, her mouth opened so wide, and she stomped her feet and said, "This doesn't count!"

Rong Hui turned around, and there was no smile on his face under the hood, "You need to test step by step, and this seat is invited into the sword mound, how can it not be counted?"

Rong Hui put down the test sword, and his voice was slightly cool: "Your head, huh?"

Her voice was cold, with a chilling intimidation in her indifference.

Coolness came out of the ground, and Yuyu climbed up Mingxiu's ankles and burrowed into the flesh.

On the dog days of the unbearable heat, Mingxiu's heart suddenly became cold and cold.

Mingxiu shuddered involuntarily, and said in a trembling voice: "I ....."

"Hold it for now. Rong Hui is not so stingy that he cares about the juniors, "Illness comes from the mouth, and disaster comes from the mouth." ”

The invisible coercion emanating from Rong Hui's body made Mingxiu breathless, her knees were weak, if it weren't for Qin Yue's quick grasp of it, she was afraid that she would have to kneel.

Rong Hui followed the disciple who passed the test and entered the sword shrine without hesitation.

Mingxiu looked at her lonely and arrogant back, and said tremblingly: "Teacher... Senior brother, is she really a qi practitioner?"

Why is the momentum of the body stronger than the deceased master?

Their master is a Yuanying powerhouse.

Qin Yue is better at observing words and colors than Mingxiu.

Hat, main seat, sword cultivation, the idol of the six elders of the Qingcheng faction.

All kinds of information are connected in series, pointing directly to the first person in Zhongzhou to go out of the body that year

- The Five Elders of the Sword Spirit Sect, Rong Hui.

Qin Yue sighed with emotion, "This senior should be your idol, Elder Rong Huirong of the Sword Spirit Sect. ”

Mingxiu: "!"

Mingxiu looked at Rong Hui again, and her mood changed greatly.

worthy of her idol.

Imposing and arrogant enough.

Mingxiu's eyes were scorching, and he said excitedly: "A non-immortal immortal sword is not worthy of the unparalleled five elders. ”

Qin Yue: "......"

——

Qingcheng faction, Sanqing Palace.

The head of the Qingcheng faction looked at Rong Hui who had cheated in the water mirror, and turned his head and roared: "Lu Yaoyao!"

Lu Yaoyao inquired, "Senior brother, look for me." ”

The head of the house saw that she was disheveled, her face was red, and the smell of choking wine spurted out of her mouth, and the smell of wine in Sanqing Hall was smoked, and the three sheep's beards were raised high, "What kind of body is it to be drunk all day long."

Look at the good things you did, let a disciple who has no spiritual roots enter the sword shrine, and do it in personnel?

You don't know that once the sword mound senses the entry of a person without a spiritual root, it will take it as a sacrifice tribute, oops, it will anger me!"

Lu Yaoyao staggered to the water mirror and said fearlessly: "You are not allowed to say that about my idol!"

For pretending to be real powder.

Lu Yaoyao used hypnotic techniques to constantly warn herself that Rong Hui was her idol.

Today she was a little drunk, her brain did not obey the call, and she subconsciously recognized Rong Hui as the object of worship.

The head of the house said with a dark face: "She, a qi practitioner!"

Lu Yaoyao glared in confusion: "She, Rong Hui, Qi Practitioner!

The head of the house was angry, and the anger in his heart soared.

The head of the sect was about to have a seizure, and suddenly roared: "This person's Qi Practitioner who has no spiritual root is Rong Hui, the Fifth Elder of the Sword Spirit Sect?"

Disastrous.

If Rong Hui is really a qi practitioner, how can he calm the formation?

Ji Chen wrote that day that Rong Hui was at least a Jin Dan cultivator.

To see is to believe.

The breath on Rong Hui's body is fake.

Lu Yaoyao nodded, "That's right, it's her, so don't worry, just test her ability in advance, you can save people by sacrificing the sword mound, if there is a problem with the soul suppression of the array eye, she will die." ”

Let's put it this way.

Lu Yaoyao is glad that she made a great decision.

She's such a genius!

Lu Yaoyao was yelled at by the master, and most of the wine dissipated, "By the way, senior brother, have you heard of the Heavenly Spirit Root?"

She had just heard Rong Hui say that there was one less test option.

So curious to ask.

"Heavenly Spirit Root..."The head slapped Lu Yaoyao on the head, "The ancestor of the Qingcheng Sect is the Heavenly Spirit Root, a cultivation wizard who is rare in a thousand years, you can forget this." ”

Never mind.

What can he do with this junior sister?

My sister is right.

Watch and see what happens.

"That's right, brother. Lu Yaoyao spat out a mouthful of wine and said curiously, "Can you tell what kind of spiritual root Rong Hui is?"

The head of the Qingcheng faction stared fixedly, "It should... I don't have a spiritual root. ”

The cultivator who has no spiritual root, the head of the Qingcheng faction, has also seen it, and it is rare.

The cultivation of others is from existence to nothingness.

A monk without a spiritual root is starting from nothing, and the peak of cultivation can only reach the out-of-body stage.

Think about it this way.

Rong Hui was able to become the first person to go out of the body back then, and now it seems to make sense that he has no spiritual root.

Lu Yaoyao was suspicious: "Really?"

The senior brother in charge is half blind and often missees.

Lu Yaoyao was very skeptical when she saw him so sure.

"Really, really!" The head of the Qingcheng faction urged: "Go to the Sword Shrine quickly, in case Rong Hui dies in the Sword Shrine, Wang Shi will definitely ask us to pay for our underwear." ”

The head of the house, who had been slaughtered by Wang Shi several times, thought of the spirit stone that flew away, and had a toothache.

A few months ago, he went to the Sword Spirit Sect, and out of curiosity, he sat on a golden chair, and ten thousand spirit stones disappeared.

Lu Yaoyao shrugged her shoulders and dragged the wine gourd out of the door.

"By the way, senior brother, I forgot to say it. Lu Yaoyao walked to the door of the main hall and turned around and said, "Yesterday, Qingshuang was born and accidentally affected the sword formation of the sword shrine, and the range of the sword shrine's optional immortal swords has expanded a little from a radius of thousands of miles. ”

The head of the house is excited, "point...... How big it is. ”

Lu Yaoyao smiled, "It seems to be a radius of thousands of miles..."

Covering the entire range of the Qingcheng faction's sword mound.

Lu Yaoyao took advantage of the fact that the head of the house was still reacting, her feet slipped, and she ran quickly.

"Lu Yaoyao!"

A deafening roar rushed into the sky, shaking the earth.

At the same time, the sword shrine let out a terrifying hum.

"Buzz—"

The swords of all the monks trembled and trembled in unison, and the body of the sword trembled like chaff.

Liu Yaoyao was surprised and said, "Senior brother's cultivation has improved again?"

"No! it's not my brother's power, it's a vision!"

Liu Yaoyao looked at the glowing sky, and clusters of golden auspicious clouds flew from afar, covering the entire sky.

Lu Yaoyao followed the auspicious clouds where she landed, and her scorching gaze fell on the white figure standing proudly and independently on the top of the sword mound.

The breeze lifted Rong Hui's hat, and she looked at the auspicious clouds above her head, calmly and calmly.

"Zheng ——!"

A crisp sword sound with a killing aura came from the clouds.

Like a silver bottle bursting with water slurry, and like an ironclad cavalry rushing out, swords and guns roaring in unison, erupting into an agitated and majestic roar.

A fairy sword as bright as day flew out of the auspicious clouds, and slowly stopped in front of Rong Hui with an ethereal fairy aura.

"Immortal weapon, real immortal weapon!"

"Could it be that this is the Qingcheng faction's treasure of the town brand, the Streamer Immortal Sword?!"

"My sword, flew out..."

The voice fell.

The immortal swords in the sword mound let out an excited roar and rushed to the sky.

All the monks' immortal swords scrambled to fly towards the streamer.

The swords with a radius of 100,000 miles in Shufang together emitted a roar that competed with the sky, turning into a streamer and flying towards the sword mound of the Qingcheng faction.

It was as if hundreds of thousands of mighty fiery meteors were all over the sky.

Each sword does its best to shine with precious light, brilliance, and shock.

The head of ten thousand swords, the Streamer Sword, obediently and obediently stopped in front of Rong Hui's eyes, expecting her acceptance.

Rong Hui looked at the streamer, but he didn't take the sword for a long time.