When the girl passed by Sikong Haoran's side, her pink red lips under the purple veil bit slightly. Sikong Haoran stared intently at the oncoming girl, he froze in place, his whole body stiffened, and even his hand raised in mid-air stopped moving.

For a moment, in a trance, he found that the girl who was coming to him was the person he had been with for ten years, her eyes were slightly red, and her body was trembling slightly, as if it was piercing the deepest part of her soul, because it was a name that he would never dare to touch again, and if he used a little force, it would be bloody.

The girl found Sikong Haoran's state at this time, and when she touched his eyes, she saw deep self-blame, she saw indescribable heartache, she wanted to play tricks on Sikong Haoran, but she didn't expect to see such a scene in his eyes.

When the girl approached Sikong Haoran, he realized that it was not her at all, but her eyes were somewhat similar. Sikong Haoran calmed down his mind at this time, and said to the girl who was about to pass by: "You... What's your name?"

"Murong Xiaoxiao. The petite girl in the glass dress turned to look at the young man in front of her, she didn't know why she told him her name in the first place, maybe because she saw the sadness in the boy's eyes.

"My name is Sikong Haoran, and I'm glad to meet you. Sikong Haoran stared at the girl's eyes, her eyes were clear, bright, and without any blemishes. The girl smiled at him, turned and disappeared into the crowd of bright lights.

"Haoran, this young lady is so beautiful, do you know her?" Shi Tianshuo stood beside him, and also stared at the girl in the glass skirt until she disappeared into the endless crowd before coming back to her senses.

Haoran didn't answer Shi Tianshuo, looking at the figure farther and farther away, he was very happy in his heart, Xiaoxiao, there is a girl who has the same talking eyes as you. An inadvertent encounter may become the most beautiful scenery in our memory.

In an inn, a black-clothed young man looked at a middle-aged man in front of him who was also dressed in black with his hands behind his back.

"Young Master, you really want to participate in the selection of the Sword Sect, I'm worried...!" The middle-aged man in black is called Wu Teng, and he is the guardian of the family who went out on a mission to protect the black-clothed boy this time. After the task was completed, he did not rush to the family immediately, but saw the news that the Sword Sect was recruiting disciples halfway, so he quietly left the family team and came to the imperial capital to participate in the selection.

"I know what you're worried about, I'll bear the consequences, our soul cultivator clan is favored by the Heavenly Dao, not to become food in other people's mouths!!" The black-clothed young man interrupted him, thinking of the suffering suffered by the soul cultivator clan over the years, his eyes became more and more cruel and cold.

"Uncle Teng, our soul cultivation clan has strong soul power, but the physical fitness is extremely weak, the sword sect has been inherited for 50,000 years, and the classics in the door are the most complete on the Hengduan Continent, the reason why I have practiced swordsmanship since I was a child is to be able to break the weakness of our soul cultivation clan. ”

The black-clothed young man's whole body exuded a powerful soul fluctuation, if Sikong Haoran was here, he would find that this soul fluctuation was even more terrifying than what he felt in the capital square, the black-clothed young man continued expressionlessly: "I must join the Sword Sect no matter what, besides, if I become a disciple of the Sword Sect, I will have an extra layer of protection, and I will return all the humiliation that our soul cultivator clan has suffered for so many years, a hundredfold, a thousandfold!"

"Young Master, although the imperial capital is very calm now, in fact, there is an undercurrent, so we should be careful during this time. Wu Teng sighed, his worries were necessary, since they entered the capital of the Dragon Teng Empire, they found several powerful probing powers, I don't know if they have scruples or are planning something else, and they don't know if it is an enemy or an unintentional patrol, there is always a feeling of uneasiness in their hearts.

"Uncle Teng, don't worry, I'll be fine, since I have already participated in the selection of the Sword Sect, no matter how rampant they are, they will not dare to be unscrupulous under the nose of the Sword Sect. Although this time is a bit reckless, it is not for nothing, and I am looking forward to this trip to the Sword Sect. The young man in black remembered the young man in light gray clothes he met during the day, and the old man in coarse linen clothes beside him, and a wicked smile appeared on his face that was as cold as ice all the year round.

"Since the young master has decided, then I will no longer persuade him, but during this period, we still have to be cautious, and there are many people in the capital to prevent changes. Wu Teng looked at the black-clothed young man in front of him, he grew up watching him grow up, and knew his temper and character better than anyone else, once he decided to do something, he would definitely not give up until he achieved his goal.

The black-clothed young man pushed open the doors and windows of the inn, and the sounds of noisy, frolic, and laughter reached his ears, looking at the brilliant lights and noisy flow of people in front of him. Carved beams and paintings, pavilions and pavilions, prosperous, and a restless heart also rises in my heart, I want to be like them, carefree and free. The former soul cultivators, like the current imperial capital, couldn't help but sigh in their hearts, their hands clenched, and they turned pale due to excessive exertion.

At the moment when the young man in black was about to close the window, a figure attracted his attention, it was the young man in light gray clothes he met in the square today, he didn't expect that he would meet him again by opening the window by chance, so he looked at him quietly, and the curiosity in his heart became stronger and stronger.

Sikong Haoran was wandering around with the two brothers Shi Tianshuo, and suddenly he found that there was a breath not far away that locked him, just as he looked up at the source of the breath, the window was just closed, and this breath disappeared without a trace, Sikong Haoran shook his head and didn't pay attention to it.

The black-clothed young man looked in Sikong Haoran's direction through the door and window and said, "What a powerful perception, interesting!"

... ...

"Haoran, hurry up, announce the results of the soul power assessment today, you won't be able to squeeze in if you go late!" Shi Tianshuo and Shi Tiandong stood downstairs in the inn and urged Sikong Haoran.

"Grandpa, Tianshuo and I will go to see the results of this assessment and will come back immediately. Seeing Sikong Haoran walking to his side, he hurriedly pulled him and disappeared at the door of the inn.

At the entrances around the capital square, there was originally a smooth stone wall, but it was hidden by the Sword Sect's assessment enchantment at that time, and it was not found. All of them are made of "Shadow Stones", which shows how strong the financial resources of the Dragon Teng Empire are. At this moment, the eight "shadow stones" are flashing with names on them.

"The first place is Long Jingzhao, twenty-seven sword patterns, and the spiritual realm is full of soul power. ”

"The second place is Long Yiyi, twenty-six sword patterns, and the spiritual realm is full of soul power. ”

"Third place Murong Yaokun, twenty-five sword patterns, spirit realm intermediate soul power. ”

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"Tenth place Qing Yu, twenty sword patterns, primary soul power in the spirit realm. ”

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"The twenty-first Sikong Haoran, eighteen sword patterns, the primary soul power of the spirit realm. ”

"Haoran, you are twenty-one, I am seven hundred and twelve, and Shi Tiandong is eight hundred and forty-three. Shi Tianshuo finally squeezed into the crowd, but the result he saw made the two of them ecstatic, and being able to pass was already the best result for the two of them.

The capital square, as on the first day of the assessment, was overcrowded, the entire capital was heavily guarded, and there were no other riots. Sikong Haoran stared at a "Shadow Stone", looking at the name of the girl he met last night in front of him, "Murong Xiaoxiao, sixteen sword patterns, primary soul power in the spirit realm."