The monks are not convinced by anyone, not to mention that they are still the younger generation, and when they are in their prime, when Zuo Siyao asks this sentence, only this sentence echoes on the sword platform.

At the beginning, they still felt disdainful of Xu Baichuan's strength, but he was just a wild boy who was lucky enough to hold a sword from nowhere, it was nothing, and he couldn't be the name of the first person in the younger generation, but now that Xu Baichuan's swords were clearly placed in their eyes, they asked themselves if they could do it.

Therefore, no one dared to respond, not even the sword cultivators of the Heart Fire Realm.

If it can be suppressed with the realm, then naturally they will not put Xu Baichuan's small sword qi realm in their eyes, but in case they are sealed to the realm like Zhang Shan, they are not sure that they have beaten Xu Baichuan with swordsmanship alone.

Those few punches and kicks just now are obvious to all.

It's not a big deal to get injured a few times, but it will definitely attract ridicule, but the dignified sword cultivator can't even beat the fists and feet of others, what a humiliation!

Zuo Siyao stood with his hands in his hands, walked a few steps slightly, and didn't look at these silent sword cultivators, but said: "Since no one wants to stop it, wants to try the edge, then even if this test ends like this, after he goes up the mountain, the name of the first person of the younger generation will be planted on him, what do you think?"

Someone raised his head slightly, but did not answer.

Zuo Siyao waved his hand and said casually: "Actually, you don't have to think of it, because no matter which direction you look at, this kid is much better than you, he is the first, he deserves to be the first, if you are not convinced, you can compete with him in the same realm." ”

is still silent, which is considered a default.

Zuo Siyao chuckled: "I don't have any courage at all. ”

Still silent.

These sword cultivators, who were not satisfied with anyone in the past, took it for the first time.

Zhao Kang looked at Zuo Siyao, who was full of sword energy, and couldn't help but shake his head, thinking that with your sword qi oppression, who would dare to speak out? Who doesn't know that you Zuo Siyao is the most loved by the sect master, and even vaguely has the meaning of the next sect master, at this season, no one dares to put forward opinions easily.

Even if there is, he can only say a few words silently in his heart, and he still has to be respectful on the surface, after all, Zuo Siyao's sword is very sharp.

Zhao Kang thought about it carefully, and suddenly said: "Since this is the case, then I will let go of the big array and lead that kid up!"

The voice is loud and vibrating.

This was not said to Zuo Siyao, nor to the people of Wenjiantai, but to the sect master who was blowing the wind in the Sword Cliff.

The old sect master opened half of his eyes and looked in Zhao Kang's direction, the corners of his mouth suddenly hooked up a smile, his temple shrouded the entire Sword Sect, unless he left the Sword Sect for ten miles, no wind and grass could escape him, how could he not understand Zhao Kang's thoughts? It was nothing more than to let him help Zuo Siyao to fight for Xu Baichuan, after all, Xu Baichuan had gone through these few sword strikes, and his talent and temperament were already obvious to all, and there were many old sword cultivators in the Sword Sect who had already moved their minds.

This kind of disciple is rare to see in a hundred years.

Maybe he can become a world-famous sword cultivator in the future.

As a master, he can naturally add a reputation.

The old sect master's lips moved slightly, and then quickly closed them, and after turning over slightly, he fell asleep again.

But Zhao Kang and Zuo Siyao clearly heard a burst of words in their ears.

"Be nimble, I'll help you keep those old guys in the way. ”

Zuo Siyao smiled slightly and said yes.

Then he suddenly disappeared into the sword platform.

Zhao Kang shrugged, and then raised his hand, the road that Xu Baichuan originally felt very difficult suddenly became much easier, and the debris blocking the road disappeared, he was just stunned for a moment, and soon began to climb the mountain again.

Either way, it's always good to take it easy.

It wasn't long before he had to stop again.

He started climbing the mountain early in the morning, and by this time it was almost nightfall, except for some things he had eaten during the battle with Wang Cunyang, he had not eaten for a long time, so he simply found a clean place to sit down nearby, planning to rest for a night and then climb the mountain.

And at this time, he didn't know that he was extremely close to asking the sword platform.

Just a few more steps.

......

Night is approaching.

After the old sword cultivators who were in retreat in various parts of the Sword Sect received the message from their own disciples, they immediately showed a look of joy, and even those who had said that they would never accept disciples again in this life also had some thoughts in their hearts.

I don't have to accept it, it's a big deal to let my apprentice accept it.

You can still learn my sword.

The Sword Sect, which had been silent for a long time, was rarely active because of a mountaineering boy.

Dao Dao sword qi sword light continued to grow, and after discovering Xu Baichuan's location, he wanted to rush to arrive first.

But it didn't take long for the silence to fall silent.

A sword suddenly appeared in front of them, three feet long, carved with mottled years, very simple.

Two words are engraved on the hilt of the sword.

Sea!

What is the widest in the heavens?

Sea!

Therefore, the name of the sword is Canghai, and the weather revealed is Canghai!

The sound of the waves was endless.

Every sound has great power.

The old sect master was still lying on the sword cliff, but when he opened his eyes this time, he didn't move, and the faces of the old sword cultivators were clearly reflected in his eyes.

It's not pretty.

A group of old shoehorn faces, what's so good-looking? Even if the eyebrows are upside down, they are still the same.

The old sect master's lips moved slightly, and he said: "Be quiet, people of such an age, other people's juniors have seen the jokes, if you want to fight, you can fight, but you have to wait until that kid climbs the sword platform, and then you will either lure him with divine weapons and treasures, or use the magic and property to give him, and the old man doesn't care, but now, you can't move." ”

After saying that, it didn't take long for him to get interested again, so he added.

"If you are not convinced, you can ask Canghai!"

When an old sword cultivator dressed in sackcloth heard this, he pursed his lips disdainfully, and said bluntly: "Yang Yi, there is no need to play with these vain heads, saying that they are stopping us, and they are not letting your own apprentice take it?

For a time, the servants were like clouds.

The old sect leader Yang Yi didn't have much thought, and he didn't take this to heart.

The reason why he Yang Yi was able to become the sect master was not by relying on the sword in his hand, so this illustrates a problem.

These old sword cultivators who shouted fierce gods and evil spirits were all defeated by his men.

Yes, when you are defeated by my sword, that is convincing.

And these old guys also understood that their enemies were no better than Yang Yi, so they just got together, shouted a few words each, and at most spit out a mouthful of old spit, and then went back to their residences to continue to hide.

This disciple can't receive it, don't tighten it, accept one is that in this world, although there are few sword cultivators, there are still so few.

Someone will come back.

Yang Yi smiled indifferently, stretched out his hand, recalled the Canghai sword, and stroked the mottled lines on it in his hand, his eyes revealing a bit of complexity.

How long ago was the last sword shot?

Thirty years? or forty years?

I don't remember exactly.

"Master wants to come up with a sword?"

With the words came a burst of wine.

Yang Yi turned his head to look, was stunned, and then smiled: "Xiao Fuyun, why are you here, not going to make wine?"

The person who came smiled helplessly, waved his hand, and sighed: "Master, they all said that my name is Jiang Ling now, what are you doing with that name?"

Yang Yihaha laughed, sat up from the chair, and said with a smile: "It's not you kid, when I picked you up, I asked you what your name was, you kid is good, but he pointed to the floating clouds in the sky, saying that his name is floating clouds, and he is used to calling it, of course he has to call you this." ”

Jiang Ling sighed, quite annoyed, he was abandoned by his family due to natural disasters and man-made disasters when he was young, and he was a beggar for a while, in order to survive, he told some lies to outsiders, and even refused to tell his name, even if he met Yang Yi who wanted to accept him as an apprentice, he refused to tell his real name, until he really found out that Yang Yi took care of himself as his own son, and then said his name.

As a result, the name Fuyun became a joke for him, and only Yang Yi could say that if other people dared to mention half a word, they would be reluctant to seriously injure once, even his two junior brothers.

Jiang Ling paused, reached out and untied a gourd from his waist, and conjured two jasper wine glasses out of thin air, and after each was full, he handed out a cup to Yang Yi.

Yang Yi stretched out his hand to take it, not too anxious to drink, first put it under his nose and sniffed it, and after sighing in satisfaction, he couldn't wait to drink it all.

After drinking, Yang Yi's face flushed slightly.

He laughed loudly: "The old man has drunk a lot of wine, but after thinking about it, it is still the best you brew!"

Jiang Ling's face was full of smiles: "Master, if you like it, then drink more, if you don't think it's enough, I'll go get a few more jars." ”

Yang Yi shook his head and chuckled: "No need, one cup is enough, greedy for a cup is wrong!"

After finishing speaking, I was stunned, thinking of the night of the fire hundreds of years ago, I was a little sentimental for a while, but I quickly calmed down.

After all, it was hundreds of years ago.

Yang Yi looked at his eldest disciple and suddenly smiled, "How long have you been away from the wine house?"

Jiang Ling drank the wine in his hand and replied without thinking: "It's about a quarter of an hour, I only came out when I saw Canghai." ”

Yang Yi said seriously: "Now you might as well go back to the wine house and take a look, maybe you can catch one or two rats." ”

Jiang Ling heard the song and knew the elegant meaning, and with a turn of thought, he directly hooked up the sword array left in the wine house, and sure enough, a sneaky figure carrying the wine jar instantly appeared in his mind.

It was Zhao Kang, who lost the bet, who took this opportunity to steal his wine.

Jiang Ling was a little angry in his heart, turned his head, and said, "Master, then I'll go first, Zhao Kang, this bastard boy, really doesn't remember to eat, I have to give him two swords." ”

Then, gently remove the sword from your waist.

In an instant, the sword qi roared, and suddenly disappeared, and only a small point of light could be seen in the sky.

Yang Yi looked at Jiang Ling, who was leaving with the sword, smiled for a moment, and weighed the sea in his hand.

Don't make words.

After a long time, he sighed: "Wait, there will be a day when you will show your edge, and now, you have to gather momentum." ”

The sea shook slightly, and the clear sword roared spontaneously.

It's like talking about something.

Seeing this, Yang also laughed.