A cold morning like ever.

A total of more than 300 teachers and disciples in Sword Valley gathered at the Sword Platform at the foot of the mountain.

Sword Valley has a sect meeting every three months.

The sect conference in Sword Valley was not as grand and serious as other sects, and it rarely had anything really important. The most important function is to count the number of people to see if there are fewer people because of the sudden death of the disciple practicing or falling off the cliff or freezing to death by the wind and snow or being killed by the snow fox.

Standing at the front of the sword platform was Zhou Zhihuan, the sect leader of the Sword Sect.

Zhou Zhihuan is a teenager, with a delicate face and an ancient demeanor, not standing on a high platform but standing out from the crowd. The long sword behind him does not bloom the slightest fierce aura, and its momentum is mediocre but it seems to be the king of the world.

Qi Sect Sect Master Song Moyan sat on the branch of the plum tree on Zhou Zhihuan's left side, sniffing the fragrance of flowers.

Sect Master Mo Haoqiong leaned under the plum tree, and the plum tree was covered by layers of shadows, covering most of his body.

The old bell behind the three of them sang a loud bell. Zhou Zhihuan cleared his throat.

"Count the number of people, and report less. After an hour, if there is nothing to do, everyone will disband on their own. Zhou Zhihuan's steady voice reached everyone's ears.

"It is worthy of Master Zhou, and thousands of people will not cause an avalanche. I'll have to practice this skill for at least a hundred years. One of the disciples secretly clenched his fists.

"You have to say it every time you come here. And I've only been practicing for about ninety-nine years. A female disciple beside him laughed to herself.

The 300 people on the stage were bustling and shouting.

The three mountains of Sword Valley are particularly large, with only 300 people, and it is difficult to see each other if they don't intentionally look for each other. And this sect meeting of about an hour at a time in March is a rare gathering for everyone.

And the other two sect masters didn't have the slightest idea of wanting to control the noisy disciples, anyway, with Zhou Zhihuan there, no matter what happened, he could suppress the whole audience by himself.

After touching a cup of tea.

"Master Zhou, there is one more. A little fat man trotted to Zhou Zhihuan, who was drinking tea freely, and whispered to his ear.

"Bo, this number has always been only a small number or just right, how can there be many people?" Zhou Zhihuan gently picked up a small porcelain cup, and handed the little fat man a cup of tea with his other hand.

Cai Bo raised his head and drank the cup of tea directly, and said, "It's true, she said that her name is Zhao Qingqiu." ”

"Yes...... is Uncle Mo's apprentice. ”

Zhou Zhihuan's teacup almost fell to the ground.

Oops, the tea got into the trachea. Zhou Zhihuan thought.

"Which disciple is looking for someone to make such a joke, cough cough...... Let her go and apologize to you, Uncle Mo. This was a sharp pain in his heart, and he couldn't hurt it. Zhou Zhihuan coughed up the tea, and once again obliquely slipped a cup of Biluochun, which was serious and authentic.

"Yes. "The little fat man ran away like a wave.

Under the plum tree, Mo Haoqiong leaned on the trunk of the tree, holding a volume of mountain and river annotations and reading carefully.

The light in front of me was a little weaker.

Mo Haoqiong raised his eyes, there was some confusion in front of him, as if a cadre of disciples was pushing a disciple.

The disciple who was pushed was pushed in front of Mo Haoqiong's eyes.

Mo Haoqiong stretched out his hand, his eyes were still a little hazy, and he rubbed his eyes, "Who...... It's okay, don't bother me reading. ”

A half-hateful and half-annoyed voice yelled:

"It's all your fault!"

Next is a kick that contains all the internal forces of the Four Realms Heavenly Gate.

The bamboo scroll in Mo Haoqiong's hand exploded instantly, and his body flew upside down for more than a hundred feet, and just when he was almost in the snow behind him, a gentle wind helped him up.

"Little sister, you're angry enough. You have been greatly wronged, but although this Sect Master Mo does not have any face, he is also one of the three sect masters, not to say that he will kick it. ”

Song Muyan's delicate voice came from the plum tree.

"This is my master, I don't want to repeat it again, pick up the guy who pretended to be dead for me, and let him say it himself!"

Zhao Qingqiu's voice became colder and colder. She didn't like it when a younger sister with a younger voice than her called her sister.

"Yes...... She's ......"

Mo Haoqiong staggered to his feet, and said a little shyly.

A snowball flew in his face.

"You're a shy ghost!"

A group of disciples behind him grinned, accustomed to this phenomenon. Sect Master Song didn't dare to rectify it, but Sect Master Zhou and Sect Master Mo were their good friends.

Song Moyan fell from the plum tree.

The dress is fluttering, and the snow is accompanied by plums.

Song Moyan stood up and measured it, this damn little Mo apprentice was more than a head taller than her.

A disciple laughed out loud in the back.

"Who's laughing?"

Song Moyan turned his head, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the cold light was revealed, he could kill people.

No one squeaked.

"Senior nephew Zhao, no matter what it is, it's not right to beat the master indiscriminately. Song Moyan slowly turned his head, regained his shallow smile, and stretched out his hand to pull Mo Haoqiong over little by little.

Zhao Qingqiu shook his hair vigorously, and his little face was full of disgust. "He doesn't know anything about martial arts. A master who can't teach people is still called a master? ”

There was an embarrassment in the air.

"It's a blessing for you to come in. Song Moyan stared at Zhao Qingqiu's eyes and said leisurely.

Zhao Qingqiu was stared at by her, "How can you say this." ”

"I don't know how well you know the rules of Sword Valley. Sword Valley accepts disciples once every three years, only three disciples at a time, and one disciple per sect. According to the previous situation, only about two disciples were accepted each year. The recruitment location of our Sword Valley is unchanged, and the town at the foot of the mountain even has a map booklet of the recruitment place of the two sects of sword qi, while the Yizong is ignored. Even if someone is really looking for it, if it is unlucky, it will not be able to find Senior Brother Mo for more than ten years. Song Moyan said slowly.

Mo Haoqiong, who was much taller than Song Moyan, was grabbed in his arms by Song Moyan like a chicken without the power to resist.

Song Moyan's face was pressed against Mo Haoqiong's chest, and he said without changing his face: "As for the standard for accepting disciples, it is not only talent but also temperament, and if you don't respect your teacher, you will not be allowed to enter Sword Valley." ”

The boos of the disciples in the back fluctuated. Zhou Zhihuan's intermittent coughing.

"Senior sister, men and women don't kiss each other. Mo Haoqiong squeaked suddenly.

"You're not impressed?"

"Don't dare to move, don't dare to move......"

Song Moyan let go of his embrace with a dark face, took care of his clothes, and turned into a fairy-like posture again.

"However, since you can get the affirmation of Lao Zhong, you are not a bad person. Song Moyan's eyes rolled slightly, "And you are sixteen years old, with a heavy cultivation in the four realms, and you are gifted, you must be a good material for martial arts." Stay in the ...... It's better to stay with Senior Brother Mo and destroy the heavens, it's better to ......"

Song Moyan's eyes were as narrow as a crescent moon, and she was cute.

"It's better to come to my Qi Sect and learn flying swords with me. ”