It's late at night, but the foot of Kenzuka Mountain, which was originally a little deserted, suddenly warmed up.

It turned out that the elders of the four pavilions and eight peaks came here one after another.

After taking the sword, the four pavilions and eight peaks will take the initiative to choose their favorite disciples, which is common sense.

Because as long as the excellent disciples who can obtain the sword spirit inheritance from the Sword Shrine Mountain do not fall, they will almost inevitably be powerful sword cultivators who break through the Sky Realm or even the Holy Realm in the future, and almost no one is willing to give up such things as increasing the foundation of each pavilion.

Luo Hanyue stood on a rock at the foot of the mountain, her expression indifferent.

Xige Chen Yi appeared beside him, looking at the mountain peak and was silent.

As time passed, one after another, people came out of the mountain, their hands empty, their faces annoyed, and when they saw the eyes of everyone at the foot of the mountain, their heads lowered more and more.

It was quiet.

No one laughed at it, and no one cared, because it was a normal thing.

For decades, there were very few disciples who could find an ancient sword in the sword mound for the first time.

A disciple holding a simple long sword had just come down the mountain, but was stopped by an elder of the Falling Cold Peak in the Eight Peaks, and after a few short conversations, the disciple walked behind the elder and successfully became a disciple of the Falling Cold Peak.

Then there were more and more disciples who went down the mountain, some were happy, some were annoyed, and the scenes were all the same.

The deacons in the Eight Peaks began to choose the disciples they valued on behalf of the peak master.

And the elders in the four pavilions looked calm, unmoved, just quietly looking at the top of the mountain.

In the five-year trip to the Sword Shrine, the Four Pavilions accepted very few disciples, but their talents were extremely high.

....

Han Shaobin successfully walked down from the foot of the mountain,

There was an irrepressible look of joy on his face.

A long sword covered in crimson was held tightly in his hand, and a trace of mist emerged from the sword body, which was very magical.

Seeing this scene, Nange Elder Li Huamei sighed with emotion: "It turned out to be the Red Refining Divine Sword, I haven't seen it for many years. ”

Xige Zhang Wei said: "Chi Lian should be Senior Brother Mo Yan's sword back then, this little guy is not top-notch, but his luck is good." ”

The East Pavilion Elder looked at it with a smile and did not say a word.

In the end, Li Xuankong of the North Pavilion stood up, and this was the first time that the Four Pavilions took the initiative to recruit people.

The other three all looked calm.

Because Mo Yan was born in the North Pavilion and inherited Mo Yan's sword, it is a matter of course to enter the North Pavilion.

Han Shaobin bowed respectfully to Li Xuankong in the envious eyes of everyone.

The first Sige disciple finally appeared.

...

A sword roar resounded through the mountains.

Another sword appeared in the clouds of the mountains, as fast as lightning and as thunder.

What's even more interesting is that he also has a teenager behind him.

It turned out to be Li Yihan.

Li Yihan held the hilt of the sword, and the ancient sword led him straight down from the top of the mountain, which was estimated to be ten thousand feet high, and then stopped in an instant half a meter above the ground, without trembling for half a minute.

The sword body is as green as bamboo, smooth as water.

illuminated the foot of the mountain in the dark night, and the red refining in Han Shaobin's hands showed yin and yang.

"What a Excalibur. ”

"It turned out to be one of the three swords of the sword mound, the green plum sword spirit. ”

"This son is so talented and talented, he is really top-notch. ”

The elders of the four pavilions spoke out one after another, and looked at Li Yihan with a look of appreciation in their eyes.

Zhang Wei opened his mouth and said, "You are doing a good job, are you willing to enter my West Pavilion?"

Li Yihan's face was a little pale, as if he still had some palpitations, he just nodded and walked silently behind Zhang Wei.

A disciple who is expected to step into the holy realm in the future.

The other three elders looked at this scene with a little flickering in their eyes, but in the end they still didn't say anything.

Because they knew that Xige had long been very optimistic about Li Yihan, maybe they had already made an agreement with him secretly when Li Yihan did not enter the Sword Pavilion.

At this time, if you rob people, the chances are slim, and you will completely fight with the West Pavilion, which is not a good thing.

Li Huamei looked at the mountain, and suddenly smiled and said to a fat man like Maitreya Buddha beside her: "Elder Fuchen, when you come here today, do you also have a promising disciple in your heart?"

Hearing this, the room suddenly became a little quiet, and the atmosphere was a little abnormal.

Whisk Dust is the Great Elder of the East Pavilion.

And the East Pavilion has not accepted any more disciples for a long time, except for the Sword Pavilion Senior Brother who can be described as a deviant back then.

The final reason is that the head has been in retreat in recent years and has never been born, and at the height of the turmoil, there was even a faint rumor that the head had sat down.

A few years ago, Elder Dusty had not even come once symbolically, but why did he suddenly come this time?

Does he himself want to take in apprentices, or does he say.... The head of the family is ready to accept the apprentices himself?

If it was the latter, it would naturally be a news that shocked the Sword Pavilion and even the Tianhai Continent.

Hearing this, Fuchen's smile remained unchanged, and he said casually: "The disciples of this generation are very good, I don't have too many ideas, but the head asked me to come, and I came." ”

"The boss asked me to come, and I came. ”

Hearing these undisguised words, even Li Huamei, who was holding a chatting mentality, changed her face.

Li Xuankong subconsciously held his beard, shocked to think that there was someone in this generation of disciples whose talent could still alarm the master?

Zhang Wei looked at the sky with a solemn expression.

If the head of the sect has already been released, does that mean that he has broken through the shackles of heaven and earth in the legend?

...

A cheerful laugh rang out at the foot of the mountain, interrupting everyone's thoughts.

A little girl with a ponytail floats from the mountain. No, it flew straight down.

She didn't have a sword in her hand, but there was a seven-foot-long red silk wrapped around her body, automatic without wind, and with the innocent and lovely face of the little girl, it was like a fairy coming to the world.

Everyone was attracted by this scene.

As long as you reach the mortal realm, there is an ancient sword with the same heart, and you can fly with the sword.

But she didn't have a sword in her hand, and the only oddity was the red silk.

Many people frowned again because they couldn't see through it.

Only Li Huamei, who was from the South Pavilion in the field, Luo Hanyue's expression changed greatly at the same time, and she rushed out in an instant.

....

As soon as the little girl landed, she was surrounded by two outstanding-looking women, and she was immediately startled, and then felt the blazing eyes of the two, and hurriedly hugged Hong Aya, and said angrily: "This is mine!

Luo Hanyue showed a kind smile.

Li Huamei looked at the red silk with complicated eyes, and then said softly: "Little girl, don't be afraid, I just want to ask how it came from." ”

Meng Yixiao blinked, held the red silk head, and said innocently: "I don't know, I haven't reached the top of the mountain yet, but it flew over and surrounded me, and then flew around with me, but it was fun." ”

"It seems to be providential. Li Huamei was stunned.

Luo Hanyue asked on the side, "Then are you willing to enter my South Pavilion?"

It was unexpectedly quiet again.

Meng Yixiao is recognized as the youngest and most talented person among the disciples of this generation, and the four pavilions all have intentions, but looking at Li Huamei and Luo Hanyue's strange expressions at this time, no one chooses to speak out.

The little girl thought for a while, looked distressed, then turned her head behind her and said, "Lu Shen, what do you say?"

....

Maybe Meng Yixiao's appearance was too shocking, or maybe there was something else, everyone didn't notice the teenager who was going down the mountain behind her.

Lu Shen's face seemed to be getting more and more pale due to the moonlight, and after he went down the mountain, he first looked at the red refining, then at the green plum, and finally at the red silk on the little girl, a little surprised.

The strength of the sword intent on the red silk is not inferior to that red refining or even green plum.

Luo Hanyue's eyes were complicated, and she said: "Red Aya is actually the relic of the last pavilion master of the South Pavilion, that is, my master, and it has not been born for a hundred years. ”

There was a burst of exclamations around them, which quickly vanished.

Even the elders of the other three pavilions were surprised when they heard such a secret for the first time.

Lu Shen suddenly asked, "Your master, isn't it the master of the current South Pavilion Pavilion?"

Luo Hanyue nodded and said, "Yes." ”

"So what are you waiting for?"

Lu Shen rubbed Meng Yixiao's head and said seriously: "If you go, you can directly become a junior uncle, how good." ”

....

"Uncle Junior?"

There were exclamations and doubts in the audience, and even Luo Hanyue and Li Huamei were stunned.

Mengyixiao blinked, ignorant and cute.

Lu Shen said solemnly: "It has been recognized by Hongyan, and it can also be understood as accepting apprentices on behalf of the teacher, since this is the case, of course it is your little uncle." ”

What the young man said was not very rigorous, but when he thought about it, there was some truth, but everyone still felt that it was ridiculous.

Because the current Nange Pavilion Master, the transcendent and holy female Great Sword Cultivator, would promise to have an extra little junior sister in the mortal realm out of thin air?

Luo Hanyue was silent for a while, and said, "I need to go back and ask Senior Sister about this matter." ”

"It doesn't matter. ”

The sky was cloudy, and a voice came directly from afar, "Yes." ”

The commotion started again, and everyone looked at each other, surprised to find that this matter had alarmed the big man in the South Pavilion.

What's even more incomprehensible is that she even agreed to this thing?

Lu Shen's face was calm, he felt that breath from the beginning, and his original intention was to want her to speak out in person.

Meng Yixiao's identity is special, if she enters as an ordinary disciple, there will be a lot of trouble.

The little girl secretly tugged at the corner of Lu Shen's clothes, and asked curiously, "Then why don't you come along?"

Lu Shen didn't have time to speak, but was interrupted by another indifferent voice.

"He thought, but how can he be qualified?"