All the disciples who witnessed this scene gasped.

This purple thunder gathered along the Heavenly Sword and towards Sangtian Sword Monarch's body, only to see that his hands trembled violently, and he was even a little unable to hold the Heavenly Sword.

The power of the purple thunder is amazing, just looking at it from a distance, I feel that my scalp is numb, not to mention not splitting on my body, I am still attracted by such a dense purple thunder.

The disciples held their breath, gritted their teeth, and their expressions were tense, as if they were fighting against this purple thunder at this moment.

Cheng Zhaozhao couldn't help but hold on silently!

Because they know that if they let go, it means that this heavenly sword has failed to admit the Lord.

For Jian Xiu, if he failed to make the spirit sword he chose completely recognize the master, it meant that his strength was not enough to match the spirit sword, which was definitely a big blow.

Fortunately, no matter how difficult it was for the new Sangtian Sword Monarch, he never let go until the purple thunder dissipated.

This heavenly sword confessed to the Lord, exuding a dazzling green glow.

This light shone down like the sun from top to bottom, smearing the entire Cangjian Sect with a layer of vitality.

Peach trees, spirit plants, vines, etc., all emitted a little white light.

"It's the essence of wood!" said the deacon, "The essence of wood contains majestic vitality, which can be used to stop bleeding and condense the spirit, etc., all of which can greatly increase the effect." What are you still doing in a daze?"

After being reminded by the deacon, the disciples hurriedly took out the porcelain vase and collected wood essence everywhere.

Cheng Zhaozhao also came to the peach blossom forest, tapped the white light, and collected them into a porcelain vase.

After a while, the clouds and mist on the Finger Heaven Peak regathered, blocking the sight of the disciples, and the spirit plant no longer emitted the essence of the wood, and the disciples gave up on their own.

"What kind of heavenly sword is that Fang Cai, why have you never heard of it?" a disciple asked.

Deacon Ming, who was standing outside the mission hall, stroked his short beard and said, "That's Fu Sheng." The sword of the previous Sangtian Sword Monarch had been shelved in the Cloud Sword Sea for thousands of years, and now it has finally seen the light of day again. ”

The Heavenly Sword, the main wood, the demon condensation, and the meaning of endless vitality.

It is said that this Sangtian Sword Monarch is the root of the Heavenly Wood Spirit, and it can be said that it is a match made in heaven with the Fusheng Heavenly Sword.

"I really want to see what the disciples of the Nine Sword Divine Monarch look like? Chang Le looked up at Zhitian Peak, full of envy.

This time, even Zhao Miaoxuan couldn't help but say: "I don't know how this Nine Swords Divine Monarch accepted apprentices?" Back then, my father asked my brother to try it on the Heavenly Peak, but my brother refused. ”

"Why refuse?" Cheng Zhaozhao said curiously.

Zhao Miaoxuan shook his head: "I don't know, maybe my brother likes to be lively, and he doesn't like Zhitianfeng, which only has a few people, in other words, why did you reject Tianchen Lingjun?"

......

Because the grand occasion of the day of Zhitian Peak was too shocking, in the next few months, the most discussed in the sect were Tianfeng, the Nine Sword Divine Monarch, and those of his personal disciples.

It's just that the monks on Tianfeng have always been low-key, and the disciples are only talking about those well-known old things.

And this Sangtian Sword Monarch has undoubtedly become the object of the most attention of the disciples now.

I heard that he has just built a foundation now, and he has been undergoing trials since he was brought back to the sect by the Canghai Sword Monarch, and he was even taken to the nameless land.

It wasn't until he completed the task given to him by the Nine Swords Divine Monarch that he returned to the sect and was officially accepted as a personal disciple, and there was a ceremony for accepting disciples that day.

And what made the disciples in the Firmament Pavilion excited was that this Sangtian Sword Monarch had not yet completed the six-room assessment, and according to the sect's regulations, even if he had built the foundation, he would come to the Firmament Pavilion to report.

At that time, they will be able to see the true face of Sangtian Jianjun.

"Chang Le, hurry up, today's class in the instrument room starts!"

Cheng Zhaozhao urged outside Chang Le's residence. I heard that the classroom homework is a senior who is in charge, and I don't know the temperament of this senior, so don't be late at the beginning and make people unhappy.

"It's coming, it's coming!"

Chang Le ran out with a big iron box in his hand.

Cheng Zhaozhao was puzzled: "What kind of treasure do you put in this big iron box, there are storage bags, you have to hold it." ”

Chang Le patted the big iron box and said with a mysterious face: "This is something I specially prepared for the opening of the instrument room, which will definitely open your eyes in a while." ”

Cheng Zhaozhao disagreed: "Okay, don't be a pile of broken copper and iron at that time." ”

"Just wait and see. ”

When he arrived outside the Firmament Pavilion, a group of disciples gathered at the entrance of the main hall.

Chang Le and Cheng Zhaozhao looked at each other.

Chang Le said: "Shouldn't it be troublesome for you again?"

No wonder she guessed so, it was really the same situation as the disciples blocked the door last time and it was the same as today.

She still has palpitations.

Cheng Zhaozhao shook his head: "It has nothing to do with me today." ”

Because those disciples didn't look at them at all, but continued to stare ahead, their expressions could not hide their excitement.

"Borrowed, borrowed!"

Cheng Zhaozhao and Chang Le finally squeezed through the stone steps and came to the door of the main hall.

At this time, I heard a disciple shouting, "It's coming, it's coming!"

All the disciples rushed down from the stone platform like a surging craze, and squeezed Cheng Zhaozhao and Chang Le down the stone steps again.

"What the hell is going on! Don't squeeze, oops!"

Chang Le complained and inquired.

It didn't take long for them to know why they were so excited.

"Look! Sangtian Jianjun is here!" a disciple excitedly pointed in the direction of the peach blossom forest.

All the disciples looked over.

I saw a young disciple about seventeen or eighteen years old wearing a blue magic robe walk out of the peach blossom forest outside the Firmament Pavilion. Sword eyebrows and starry eyes, handsome and extraordinary, the corners of the mouth are raised, and there is a small mole on the side of the lip.

As if startled by what he saw, he paused for a moment before continuing to walk forward.

In fact, the disciples didn't know him at all, and there were many disciples in the sect, so it was not uncommon for them not to meet each other.

It's just that he is holding the spirit sword in his hand, the scabbard is an unpretentious blue water color, and it is only decorated with a superb malachite crystal, but even from a distance, he can feel the sword qi emanating from it that has not completely dissipated.

And there were so many disciples who saw that heavenly sword with their own eyes that day, how could they still admit their mistakes?

"Sangtian Sword Monarch!"

"It's really him, wow, I didn't expect him to build a foundation at such an age. ”

"It would be nice if Uncle Mu was here, he would definitely find Uncle Sangtian to compete!"

The disciples were excited and discussed.

Cheng Zhaozhao on the stone steps was stunned when he saw Sangtian Jianjun. His eyes were full of shock and disbelief.

The Sangtian Sword Master smiled at the disciples, and his smile was very sunny.

He continued to walk, and all the disciples were excited, but no one dared to come forward to talk.

"Everyone is in the same door, can you let me?"

This Sangtian Sword Master smiled.

Before the disciples could act, they heard a bright and pleasant voice coming from the stone steps.

"If you say let me, then I won't have a lot of face!"