There was a morning sun rising in the sky.

Looking at the beam of light that flew straight to the east, the disciples present were all a little stunned.

What happened this long night was so weird.

First, Meng Yixiao inexplicably became their little uncle.

Then the famous Xige Chen Yi was disgraced in front of four generations of disciples.

In the end, Lu Shen looked like he was going to become the personal disciple of the head of the Sword Pavilion.

No matter which of the three things you are, you have to let them digest them for a long time.

Some people with lively minds began to look at Han Shaobin with strange eyes.

Meng Yixiao inherited the red silk of the previous generation of the South Pavilion Pavilion Lord, and became everyone's little uncle in one fell swoop, so what if you inherited the sword of Uncle Mo Yan of the North Pavilion?

The other elders and deacons of the three pavilions and eight peaks were a little regretful, but they all gained something in the end, and they took people away when the matter ended.

The little girl said goodbye to Han Shaobin before leaving, then stood on tiptoe and rubbed Li Yihan's hair, and said with an old-fashioned face: "Little nephew, then I'll go first." ”

Han Shaobin nodded, while Li Yihan rolled his eyes.

All the elders smiled, this is a lovely little girl with aura.

Luo Hanyue stayed where she was, and she was also responsible for guiding the cultivation of those disciples who had not received the ancient sword.

Li Kongxuan saw Han Shaobin's silent expression halfway through, and quipped, "What, you also want to be the pavilion master's junior brother?"

"Don't dare, don't dare. ”

Han Shaobin's face was bitter, and he shook his head desperately.

Someone looked at the sky and asked curiously, "Didn't you say that the Sword Pavilion can't fly with a sword, otherwise it will be strangled by the three thousand sword arrays?"

"It caused the sword array to strangle, and that was because the sword qi was backlashing. ”

Luo Hanyue explained, "Elder Dust has reached the realm of breaking through the void, and he can soar through the world at will with his own cultivation. ”

Hearing this, everyone was excited again.

With a sword roar that resounded through the sky, Gu Jian Qiankun left the top of the Sword Shrine and returned to the Hongwu platform.

Sword Tsuka Mountain was slowly shrouded in mist again.

....

In the depths of the Sword Pavilion, above the Baizhang sky, there was a huge mountain hanging in the air.

From the misty clouds all around, you can faintly see the skinny cliffs, waterfalls, flower bridges, and a few nondescript cabins.

The newborn morning sun bathes down, such as Penglai Wonderland, such as beauty and illusion.

Few people knew that the East Pavilion, where the most powerful person in the entire Sword Pavilion lived, was actually in the sky.

A rainbow flashed.

Two of them came to the bottom of the mountain.

Lu Shen looked at the mountain in front of him and exclaimed: "I didn't expect that the East Pavilion is a whole innate spirit treasure, and the handwriting is good." ”

Fuchen glanced at him with some surprise and explained: "This mountain is called Zhenhai, and there is a huge extraterrestrial meteorite inside, which contains strong magnetic force, and can invisibly gather the aura of heaven and earth to help people cultivate. It's hard to say whether it's precious or not, but it's extremely rare. ”

Lu Shen asked, "Why don't you just reach the top of the mountain?"

Dusty shook his head and said, "The mountains can't control the sky, no matter who gets here, they can only walk on foot, and besides..."

Lu Shen saw the other party's expression and said, "If you have something to say, you can say it directly." ”

Fuchen looked at Lu Shen and said, "Actually, the head of the sect is still in retreat outside the sky, and he has not named anyone to accept as a disciple, I lied to you in this matter." ”

Lu Shen was not surprised, nodded and said, "Go on." ”

From the beginning, he had never believed the words of the dust, because there were too many loopholes, and until this time, he did not feel the aura of belonging to the sword cultivation of the Holy Realm in this mountain, so he was even more determined in his thoughts.

"But before the retreat, the head of the sect asked me to bring the strongest of my disciples with me. ”

Fuchen looked at Lu Shen and said with relief: "I didn't know who it was at first, until I saw you, in just one day, you can complete the sword spirit blood inheritance, you are the second person in my sword pavilion in a thousand years." ”

If the sword spirit inheritance is to recognize the talent of the chosen person, then the sword spirit blood inheritance is similar to the blood inheritance of the master.

can make the arrogant sword spirit recognize the master for the first time, only the word talent can explain.

This is also the reason why Chen was so depressed when he saw Lu Shenmei's sword mark last night.

Lu Shen didn't ask who the first person was, but said, "Then?"

Fuchen looked at the mountain road leading to the top in front of him, and said seriously: "As long as you can go up, you will be the personal disciple of the master." ”

Becoming a personal disciple of the head of the Sword Pavilion is the dream of all sword cultivators who aspire to reach the top of the Sword Pavilion, and he believes that no matter who it is, even if it is Lu Shen, it is an opportunity that cannot be refused.

Lu Shen was silent for a long time, then raised his head and asked, "Can you get the sun on the mountain? What is the environment? Are there many people? Will there be trouble?"

Fuchen was stunned, he knew that the other party would ask a lot of things, but he didn't expect that it would be all innocuous questions, and subconsciously replied: "You can bask in the sun, there is only one person on the mountain now, not much, and there is no trouble." ”

"That's right. ”

Lu Shen sighed, his tone was still a little reluctant.

"Hmm... All right... Then I'll try. ”

....

Reaching the summit within seven days is the limit given by the dust.

As the Great Elder of the East Pavilion, Fu Chen has a lot of opportunities every day, so naturally he can't waste too much time again.

Before leaving, he also specially suggested that the young man could rest for a while, because the trip to the Sword Shrine and the Sword Spirit Blood Inheritance were extremely mental and physical things.

It was originally a good suggestion, but he didn't expect that Lu Shen would spend this "moment" for six days.

There was a strange log cabin not far from the foot of the mountain, it was really small, it was empty, I don't know what it was for, but it was sheltered from the wind and rain, and Lu Shen lived in it after seeing it.

On the second day, Fuchen saw the scene of Lu Shen sitting cross-legged in the cabin, his expression was strange, and he wanted to speak again, but in the end he didn't say anything.

On the third day, the dust did not come.

On the fourth day, the dust came, and it was still the same scene, so he frowned slightly.

On the fifth day, the dust finally spoke.

"What are you doing?"

"Recuperate. ”

"There is no actual sword qi and powerful suppression on the mountain, and the head of the sect attaches great importance to the mind, and the tests are all related to this aspect. ”

"I didn't expect that. ”

"Yes. ”

"In that case, let's rest for another day. ”

“...”

On the sixth day, Lu Shen really fulfilled his promise and did not take a step.

Fuchen only thought it was funny when he saw this scene, and didn't say anything more.

Finally, it was early morning on the seventh day.

The boy opened his eyes in the cabin, and exhaled a deep breath of turbidity, and his face relaxed a little.

In the eyes of others, closing the eyes for six days is naturally not just as simple as recuperating the body.

In fact, he was seriously injured, and in a fight with the Boundless Peak Sword Cultivator, those external injuries were naturally serious, but more importantly, the sword qi that was transmitted to the internal organs through the muscles.

Such a fierce and majestic sword qi turned over the river and the sea in his internal organs, and if it was an ordinary person, he would faint in pain at the first time.

But Lu Shen didn't.

Not only did he suppress that sword qi, but he also carried out the inheritance of the sword spirit, and then went down the mountain, confronted Chen Yi, and said goodbye to Meng Yixiao, without even showing a trace of strangeness from beginning to end.

The intense pressure led to a greater rebound from the injury.

And what kind of heart and endurance does it take to withstand this? It cannot be said to be strong, and it can even be described as terrifying.

If Fuchen knew these things, he would naturally understand where the young man's self-confidence came from.

Because the so-called test of the heart is really not worth mentioning to him.

...

Lu Shen left the small wooden house standing alone on the side of the road, and looked back, still a little dissatisfied.

This room is a little too small, there is not even a bed, there is a peculiar smell in the air, and even dogs can often be heard barking around, calling day and night, Lu Shen doesn't know what it is calling.

However, he is not a person who is too particular, and he just thinks that he will have the opportunity to cultivate in person in the future.

"No matter how simple it is, what kind of house is this?" Lu Shen said a word, and then turned around and climbed the mountain in a dashing manner.

After a while, the surrounding grass shook slightly, and a yellow earth dog came out of it.

It glanced at the back of the black-shirted shirt with great resentment.

Then he got into the cabin.

......

The sun was shining today.

The trail is flat, and the air is filled with the scent of flowers.

Without any confinement and suppression, this was the most comfortable time Lu Shen had climbed the mountain these days, and he couldn't help but think of his days in Luoyang Peak.

The cliffs are flowing water, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant.

Lu Shen walked calmly all the way, and went straight to a small bridge in the middle of the mountain.

A few dozen meters below your feet is a bottomless river.

That's when things finally changed.

With the sound of the waves of the stream under the bridge, a monster as long as a water snake suddenly burst out of the water, like a fish leaping over the dragon gate, and crossed an arc gracefully above the bridge deck, and then fell heavily into the water, splashing a burst of water.

The size of the body is so big, as if the small bridge is just a piece of tofu that will fall apart at the touch of him.

Lu Shen looked at the scales on the monster's body, raised his eyebrows and said, "Jiaolong?"

The true dragon in the world is hard to find, the dragon is already the most powerful creature in the mortal world, making waves, calling the wind and rain can be described as a natural ability, and the adult dragon that has survived for hundreds of years is expected to compete with the strong man who has reached the holy realm.

It's just that this kind of creature actually has one in captivity in the river of the East Pavilion?

"Roar!"

As if in response to his words, there was a sky-shattering roar in front of him, and a strong air current made the boy's black shirt flutter, and countless flying sand and fallen leaves rolled up on the ground.

The head of the dragon's head, which was as thick as a mountain peak, slowly emerged from the water, and then stretched out to be level with the bridge deck, and the upside-down pupils stared at the young man indifferently, and the corners of his mouth kept exhaling white mist.

It swayed slowly in the middle of the bridge, neither advancing nor retreating.

....

After a short silence.

Both sides stared at each other, surprisingly quiet.

Lu Shen's face was surprisingly calm, and he said, "You don't come?"

The monster didn't answer, staring at him with a fierce look in his eyes.

Lu Shen said: "Then I'll go over." ”

With that, he walked up the bridge.