The Sword Spirit Sect is puffy.

The red black hanging above the sky exudes a warm golden glow, spreading on the transparent and film-like Baoshan array.

Under the cloud top, the disciples of the Sword Spirit Sect were dressed in light blue school uniforms, standing at the foot of the mountain and looking up at the thousands of feet of Sword Spirit Mountain.

"Dangdang!"

The long morning bell was like a sigh for ten thousand years, striking on the heart of every disciple of the Sword Spirit Sect.

Suddenly, a clear crane chirped through the sky.

Everyone looked up unexpectedly.

The clouds passed, and the cranes in rows spread their wings and flew high.

In the group of cranes, three solemn monks stepped on the fairy sword, surrounded by pure air, and the law was majestic.

The three elders are serious, playful, or ...... Didn't open your eyes?

The one in the middle didn't seem to wake up, his eyelids didn't open, and he stood on top of the wooden sword with half squints, looking sleepy-eyed.

"Fifth Senior Sister. Wang Shi gritted his teeth, "Can you be serious, in addition to a group of old fritters, there are also new disciples, what do you let them think of my Sword Spirit Sect like this." ”

Rong Hui yawned, "In addition to looking horizontally and vertically, how else can you see? This group of disciples who just have a sense of qi and can't even draw qi into the body can see me." ”

When Rong Hui and Wang Shi returned to the Sword Spirit Sect, it coincided with the five-year Immortal Ascension Conference.

This immortal ascension conference was held by the abbot Xuanji, and a total of five disciples were accepted, one was richer than the other, and the most important thing was ugly.

The first two points Xuanji and Wang Shi were very satisfied.

Xuanji's idea is to give plastic surgery to the new disciples who are willing to change their appearance and make them beautiful.

Wang Shi simply felt that these disciples were rich, had a lot of constraints, and it was cost-effective to gather.

Only Rong Hui is extremely picky, and the qualifications of new disciples below Li Yanhui can't be seen in her eyes.

"You can't say that. Wang Shi corrected her attitude, "These new and upcoming disciples have all been brought into the Sword Shrine by you, can you be serious." ”

Xuanji made a fixation spell to make the magic clothes on her body stand still, her big black and white eyes flickered, beautiful and smart, "Third Senior Brother, Fifth Senior Sister has a deep meaning in doing this. ”

"Where does it come from? Wang Shi said worriedly: "The few new disciples below are mobile golden pig babies, and the lazy image of the fifth senior sister can easily make them think that my Sword Spirit Sect is so lax and not serious. ”

Rong Hui saw that his mind was full of money, money, and money, and he didn't know what to say.

Xuanji's eyes widened, "Senior brother, you presided over the Immortal Ascension Conference after the Fifth Senior Sister, and you accepted a disciple.

I'm better than you, five.

The fifth senior sister is thirty, and she still has an undefeated golden body merit seal!"

Wang Shi was so angry by Xuanji's words, what does it mean that he has only one?

Didn't he work hard?

Fifty disciples with a sense of qi, only one can win the favor of the sword mound sword spirit, what can he do?

What's wrong with one.

One is also a boutique!

Rong Hui: "......" she really doesn't have any deep meaning.

For some reason, Rong Hui is easy to get sleepy when he comes in, and he can sleep while walking.

Rong Hui carefully examined his body, and asked Xuanji to see if there were any lesions, but he couldn't find anything.

While Rong Hui was thinking, tiredness came to his mind.

"Fifth Senior Sister!"

Xuanji's face changed greatly when she saw Rong Hui fall directly from the flying sword.

Wang Shi was also taken aback.

The most frightened thing is the new disciple, who is frightened to retreat again and again when he sees a fireball coming down, and he doesn't dare to act too exaggerated for the senior brothers to look down on.

Everyone looked at Rong Hui in a daze, breathing quickly and flushed.

"Master. Li Yan leaned over with a smile, "The way of appearance is really chic." ”

Rong Hui looked at Li Yan for a moment.

I haven't seen him for ten years, Li Yanhui has faded away from immaturity and youthfulness, and the heroic young man stands out among the disciples of the Sword Spirit Sect.

"What, the futile is going to be tribulated. Li Yanhui silently took out a bowl of rice, "Do you mean it?"

Rong Hui smiled: "Okay." ”

Li Yanhui, who didn't report hope, was overjoyed, "Refreshing!"

Rong Hui took out the thunderbolt object, "Wearing this thing will come quickly, but it can help you broaden your meridians, reshape your bones, and lay the foundation for your future comprehension of the ruthless killing sword. ”

Li Yan looked back at the fast jade pendant and felt a little hot, "I really won't die faster wearing this thing?"

I thought it was a lightning treasure.

This hot jade pendant is a magic weapon for thunder.

The jade pendant is like 502, Li Yanhui can't shake it off, he is a little square.

Rong Hui said slowly: "Life and death have a life and wealth in the sky, and cultivation is to fight for that glimmer of heaven, rest assured, you will not die." ”

The thunder will only get bigger and bigger, harder and longer.

And Li Yanhui was accompanied by more than 20 disciples who were at the same time as him.

These are the future pillars of Rong Hui personally selected from the Immortal Ascension Conference and carry the merit seal.

Li Yanhui is a mutated thunder spirit root attribute in the single spirit root, and is immune to thunder tribulation.

Rong Hui was worried that the Heavenly Dao would treat everyone equally, so he increased the intensity.

The thunder is not ruthless, and the stand is unstable.

Just build a foundation and rob the thunder, Rong Hui didn't pay attention to it, everything was under control.

The disciples who were forced to be unlucky looked at each other and panicked.

The five elders beat Li Yanhui, what does it matter to them.

Li Yan recycled the broken bowl and squeezed out a few words between his teeth, "Thank you, Master." ”

suffered losses several times in the hands of Rong Hui, and Li Yan replied that he did not remember whether he ate or not.

After the master and apprentice finished greetings, Rong Hui jumped on the gimbal.

"The disciples of the Sword Spirit Sect met with the Third Elder, the Fifth Elder, and the Seventh Elder. ”

The three thousand disciples spoke in unison, and the loud voice pierced through the clouds and cracked stones, and the breath reverberated into the intestines.

Wang Shi handed over the order of the head of the sect to Rong Hui, "All the disciples listen to the order, and all the new disciples, or the disciples of the small tribulation, will enter the sword mound with the five elders." ”

Rong Hui pressed the order of the head into the groove in the stone door.

"Boom. ”

A muffled sound and a smell of mildew rushed out of the door.

At the same time, the Sword Spirit Sect's Mountain Protection Array emitted a dazzling golden light.

Rong Hui was the first to enter.

The thousand-year-old essence of the Sword Spirit Sect is hidden in the sword mound.

With the generations of heads, elders, and ancestors who were kind and virtuous to the Sword Spirit Sect and shed blood and sacrificed for the Sword Spirit Sect, Rong Hui saw a sword spirit tower that was hundreds of feet high.

There is a formation in the sword mound that expands the space, and it seems ordinary here, but it can accommodate half of the Middle Continent.

The body of the tower is cast in bronze, with a total of 18 floors.

The more Rong Hui looked, the more familiar she became, and she always felt that she had seen it somewhere.

"Isn't this the Sword Spirit Pagoda of the Ethereal Illusion Mansion?" Rong Hui touched the cold sword marks on the Sword Spirit Tower, and a few of them were engraved on his own body when he was young, "Why did it appear in the Sword Spirit Sect?"

While thinking about it, Rong Hui was scratched by the barbs on the sword marks, and red blood beads rolled down.

The tiredness came again, and Rong Hui fell back irrepressibly.

"Master. Li Yan quickly stabilized Rong Hui with his eyes, and said to his senior brother who had crossed the catastrophe together: "I am guarding the master here, and the senior brothers are at their own convenience." ”

Seeing this, the new disciple who was introduced to the Sword Shrine by Rong Hui muttered, "The Fifth Elder is so weak, we can find the Sword Spirit..."

Before they finished speaking, they only felt a chill in their necks.

Li Yanhui glanced at them coldly, "The elder is not your parents, don't care if you eat, drink and Lazar, and if you speak disrespectfully, get out of here!"