The days passed, spring went to autumn, and in the blink of an eye, it was a year.

The disciples with the worst talent in Luoyang Peak have all reached the level of Qi Cultivation Fivefold, and as for Meng Yixiao, it is even more jaw-dropping Qi Cultivation Ninefold, only one step away from being able to step through the mortal dust, go to the Sword Shrine to ask for a sword, and then become a real disciple of the Sword Pavilion.

It is said that Shen Mohuang, the senior sister of the Sword Pavilion, only took one year to go from the Qi Cultivation Realm to the mortal dust.

No one was worried that she would fail this time, just as no one thought that Lu Shen would succeed in seeking a sword.

Because of the past year, most people know that there is a magical disciple named Lu Shen in Luoyang Peak, and until now he is still a dismal Qi practitioner.

Just when everyone was working hard for the sword two years later, an exciting news came.

The introductory test is about to begin.

Last year, the Sword Pavilion recruited 213 introductory disciples, a total of 100 settled in Luoyang Peak, and the remaining 113 people practiced in Tengyun Peak, taught by another third-generation disciple Han Qiushui.

According to the practice of the Sword Pavilion, an introductory test would be held after one year of cultivation, and Luoyang Peak and Tengyun Peak would each select several introductory disciples at the top of the realm to compete with each other.

During the battle, there will be senior elders in the Four Pavilions and Eight Peaks to observe the talent and the disciples they are optimistic about.

This is the first important competition of the Sword Pavilion since the cultivation, and it is also the time to show the results of their respective cultivation.

Sword Pavilion, at the foot of the North Pavilion Mountain.

Jing Chang, a second-generation disciple with an ancient sword on his back, walked at the forefront, followed by a group of young disciples with a dusty temperament.

"Why is this guy coming? If he is beaten all over the ground by the guy from Tengyun Peak, we will have to ask for his shame. A slightly mean, haughty voice rang out from the crowd.

The young man who spoke out was called Han Shaobin, one of the few disciples of Luoyang Peak who had a prefecture-level sword heart, and his realm cultivation had improved second only to Meng Yixiao in the past year, and he had a good prestige among the disciples of Luoyang Peak for a long time.

As soon as he spoke, the rest of the crowd involuntarily looked at the young man at the back of the crowd.

Han Shaobin said the thoughts of everyone present, because they also had the cultivation of the five realms of qi cultivation at the very least, and Lu Shen, who only practiced qi one realm, really came to see the excitement?

Jing Chang listened to these words at the forefront, his face unchanged. Lu Shen, who had always been withdrawn, took the initiative to ask to go with him when he heard the news, which surprised him a little, but he did not refuse.

He really wanted to see if this competition could arouse the opponent's desire to win, after all, it was an extremely pure ground-level sword heart, and it would be a pity if such a talent was wasted.

Lu Shen always walked alone at the back, ignoring everyone's strange eyes, holding his hands behind his back, looking at the sea of clouds around him, relaxed and freehand.

North Pavilion, one of the four pavilions.

An eighteen-storey loft rises above the top of a hill.

In front of the attic is a huge circular square, and at a glance, there is no end in sight.

As soon as they reached the top of the mountain, they saw a man walking towards them with a greeting smile.

"Senior Brother Jingchang, it's been a long time. The man was dressed in white and had a sword, and judging from his clothes, he was dressed much the same as Jing Chang.

Jing Changwang saw that this person's face was indifferent, and said, "Senior Brother Qiushui, don't come unharmed. ”

The two are both second-generation disciples, but the relationship is not harmonious on weekdays, and at the same time teaching beginner disciples to practice, in fact, it is inevitable that they will have the intention of competing secretly.

Han Qiushui's smile remained unchanged, and he said: "Today's competition, just count ten people, which side of the ten people all lose, how about the end of the competition?"

Jing Chang looked around the huge ring and said, "Yes." ”

Compared with the cold autumn water and Jing Chang's hidden needles, the disciples of the two peaks seem to be the same, even if they are junior brothers who started in the same period, but they don't like each other when they first meet.

There is no reason for this.

Finally, the silent confrontation between the two sides was broken.

Han Shaobin's newborn calf was not afraid of tigers, walked into the ring, looked down at everyone, and said loudly: "Beginner disciple Han Shaobin, who will come first?"

"It turned out to be the eightfold qi practice, it seems that Luoyang Feng's disciple qualifications are really good. ”

Seeing this scene, Han Qiushui smiled slightly, and then asked, "But why didn't you see that little junior sister with amazing talent?"

Once Meng Yixiao is mortal, she is destined to be accepted as a closed disciple by the pavilion master of the four pavilions, this is an inevitable fact, and she will naturally be their little junior sister at that time.

Jing Chang didn't want to say more, and said, "She is in retreat. ”

"Tut-tut, that's a terrible talent. ”

Han Qiushui sighed twice, changed his words, and said: "I heard that there is also a disciple named Lu Shen, who has a ground-level sword heart, but it is still a realm of qi training? Haha, senior brother, your teaching is really ingenious." ”

Jing Chang's face was ugly when he heard this, and he didn't speak.

In the past year or so, Lu Shen has long become a joke among the disciples of the Sword Pavilion, he has a ground-level sword heart but has always been unwilling to practice, and in the eyes of some people, he, the leader of the teaching, naturally has a lot of problems.

Jing Chang looked behind him with some annoyance, and suddenly his eyebrows furrowed, revealing a helpless look for the first time.

Where did that guy run away again?

....

Lu Shen walked on a remote trail on the half-mountain road, he got out of the crowd very early, and of course no one cared.

The Sword Pavilion is divided into four pavilions, east, west, north and south, and there is a sea of swords above the north pavilion, which is known as one of the three wonders of the Sword Pavilion.

This is the main reason why Lu Shen is here today.

The breeze was blowing, the shadows of the trees were shaking, the jungle was deepening, and the population was sparse.

Lu Shen walked out of the depths of the woods, and a huge cliff seemed to suddenly appear in front of his eyes, there was a bamboo house in the center of the cliff, and there was a single-plank bridge at the front, connecting the steep rocks that could only stand one person in the sea of clouds.

Outside the rocks, there was thunder and wind, and on that side was the sea of swords.

Lu Shen didn't know the road, but he could feel the aura from a long distance, but whenever it was related to the sword, he was very keen.

Lu Shen stepped forward, suddenly raised his eyebrows, and turned his head to look.

On the purple bamboo rattan chair on the second floor of the bamboo house lies a white-haired old man with a withered face.

He was a little surprised, for it was an easy sight to spot, but he didn't realize it until he got closer.

Some unfathomable old man tapped his fingers slowly on the wicker chair, without opening his eyes, as if he didn't bother to pay attention to him.

Lu Shen retracted his gaze and continued to walk towards the single-plank bridge.

The wind on the single-plank bridge is so cold that people can't open their eyes, and under the bridge is an abyss, and if you are not careful, you will fall to pieces.

Originally, ordinary people would stop when they met it, but Lu Shen walked up casually without the slightest burden.

The wind was blowing, and the young man's long hair was raised, and his big sleeves were fluttering. There is no obstacle in the slightest, and it seems to be walking on the ground on a single-plank bridge.

Those sword qi hidden in the heavens and the earth collided on Lu Shen's pure black clothes, making a crisp sound similar to the collision of iron weapons.

The white-haired old man on the bamboo floor raised his cloudy and dark yellow eyes slightly, and his face was a little moved.

After a while, Lu Shen easily walked down the single-plank bridge and came to the top of the steep rock.

Lu Shen looked around, and in the clouds and mist in front of him, there were countless ethereal silver-white sword qi constantly flowing and swimming in the sky, sometimes colliding, sometimes scattering.

The sword intent in the sky, the sword qi in the sky, all turned into substance, as if it was a silver-white ocean, beautiful and illusory.

But Lu Shen felt that the power contained in it, even if a monk with a deep realm touched it lightly, it was the end of his soul being scattered.

"Yes. ”

Lu Shen nodded with satisfaction, then closed his eyes and took a breath.

Recently, the aura in his body has reached a bottleneck, the increase is too slow, and he needs something new... For example, sword qi.

A stream of silvery-white gas from heaven and earth was absorbed into his chest and abdomen along his nose, followed by the second and third streams.

In nine breaths, Lu Shen exhaled nine times, and a total of nine sword qi were integrated into his body.

After nine breaths.

The birdsong on the top of the North Pavilion disappeared, the low and muffled thunder in the sword sea was gone, and even the boiling and majestic sword qi around seemed to be a lot quieter.

Heaven and earth suddenly calmed down, silent, as if there was something in them.

The old man in the distance sighed softly and looked at the sea of clouds, a little stunned.

Suddenly, the spiritual power around Lu Shen's body skyrocketed and overflowed, but in the blink of an eye, it shrank like a full moon, and disappeared into his body in an instant.

The black-shirted young man opened his eyes, his whole body seemed to have changed, and as if there was none, he turned and left.

"What's your name?"

Lu Shen returned to Yaping, and the old man's voice sounded.

"Lu Shen. ”

The sea of swords is the important place of the Sword Pavilion, if the old man is not willing, it will be difficult for him to pass, thinking of this, Lu Shen said.

"That Lu Shen of Luoyang Peak?"

"Hmm. ”

"Hehe, it seems that there is a big misunderstanding of you outside, you are very good, would you like to enter my North Pavilion?"

"You are?"

"Guro. ”

"The Pavilion Lord Gu Luo?"

"Yes. ”

Lu Shen was stunned and nodded slightly, thinking that it should be so.

"I haven't thought about it yet. ”

Lu Shen said: "If there is a need, I will come." ”

The old man nodded, not caring about the other party's unreasonableness, and waved his hand to signal to leave.

"Back then, Shen Yatou watched the Sword Sea here, outsiders only knew that it took a year, but they didn't know that the girl was playing around all year long, and it only took nine days to really practice and break through the realm, one realm a day, and nine days later it was mortal. ”

Looking at the back of the black mountain boy slowly descending the mountain, the old man said a little incredulously: "And this kid.... Above the sea of swords, between nine breaths, one breath and one heavy, almost one step mortal, such a shocking means of ascending to the realm, could it be that there will be a Saint Realm Sword Immortal in the Sword Pavilion in a few decades?"