On the altar, many officials were busy removing some ritual vessels.

Huang Zhenwei stood on the edge of a corner, staring at the green jade gate.

As the head of the Patriarchal Division, he was naturally dressed up to attend today, but compared to the time of the Lushan Alliance, he looked very tired, and even had an indescribable weakness.

"What do you think of Ding Ning's move?"

A cold woman's voice sounded behind him.

Huang Zhenwei turned his head in astonishment, and the moment he saw the other party's purpose, he was even more shocked in his heart.

He looked at Pan Ruoye, who was wearing a lilac palace dress, and directly said the consternation in his heart: "I have heard for a long time that the Pan Palace Master is light and elegant by nature, and he doesn't care about anything in the world, how can he deliberately mention this Ding Ning?"

"If you really don't care about everything in the world, why go to Lushan. ”

The vitality accumulated for decades was squandered, and Pan Ruoye's bones were also full of the same weakness and exhaustion as Huang Zhenwei, she said lightly without any expression, and then said: "There is some fate, Huang Shousi is a wise person of the first rank in Changling, and it is also common to listen to Huang Shousi's opinions." ”

"How dare you. ”

Huang Zhenwei waved his hand as a salute, sighed lightly, and said: "It's great to be amazing, but this kind of style is like fighting against the water, and there is not much room for maneuver... Every step of the way has to compete for the lead, and the loss will naturally be large, and when these candidates fight with each other in the later stage of the sword meeting, he will suffer a lot. ”

Pan Ruoye was silent for a moment and said, "You mean that he is unlikely to win in the end?"

Huang Zhenwei nodded.

It doesn't have an advantage in itself, and then puts a shackle on itself... He thought that even if his teacher judged it at this moment, he would judge that Ding Ning was unlikely to win in the end, unless a miracle occurred.

Where are there so many miracles in the world?

In the eyes of the palace maid surnamed Rong, there are no miracles in the world at all.

......

Zhang Yi walked through the light of the green jade gate.

Then he froze.

Behind the light of the Qingyu Gate, there is no new world, it is still a wide Qingyu Mountain Road straight up.

It's just completely different from what it looks from the outside.

The mountain where the Qingyu Mountain Road is located is not as gentle as it looks from the outside, but is unusually steep.

This green jade mountain road is like a vertical embedded in the cliff and goes up.

Along the Qingyu Mountain Road, there are canyons, valleys, and palaces.

At this moment, at the end of his sight, there was a bronze-colored hall, and on the mountain path between him and this bronze-colored hall, there were three dark dark iron pillars quietly suspended.

It is said that it is a black iron pillar, but it is just the first impression that is swept at a glance.

It was only in the next split second that he could see that these were three sword fetuses.

The three have not yet been completely forged, but under the hammer swing of the craftsman intentionally or unintentionally, there are already slightly sword-shaped sword tires.

Ding Ning had already stood quietly under the first sword tire.

The sword fetus was large, taller and wider than him.

Zhang Yi entered the door for the second time, in order to follow his "little junior brother", and the moment he came back to his senses, he stepped hard and went behind Ding Ning.

The black sword fetus was wrapped in a mysterious power, levitating in front of him.

The surface of the sword tire is very rough, and it seems that there is no special texture at all, only uneven bulges caused by forging, but these bulges and the shadows on the sword body writhele in Zhang Yi's eyes, just blocking the entire mountain road.

Zhang Yi's breathing stopped unconsciously.

He felt some strange flow of energy, but he wasn't sure what it was.

But he was sure that the strange flow of vitality imprisoned the mountain path in front of him, and if he couldn't comprehend it, it would be impossible for him to cross the sword fetus.

"This sword fetus is about perception, don't think about anything else, just grasp the flow of a wisp of sword qi in it. ”

At this moment, Ding Ning's voice sounded softly.

After turning slightly and saying this to Zhang Yi who came behind him, Ding Ning closed his eyes again.

Zhang Yi froze again.

He felt that the five qi in Ding Ning's body was flowing rhythmically again, so at this moment, Ding Ning did not want to close his eyes and meditate on perception, but began to cultivate again and replenish the true yuan.

Since it has been said that the examination is perception, then how can you pass the light cultivation to supplement the true element and not perceive?

......

The first green jade gate is actually not difficult, anyone who has a comprehension, after making a demonstration, everyone can follow the learning.

Therefore, the Minshan Sword Sect did not want to eliminate any of the selected students on this green jade gate, but just like Zhang Yi said, it was to warn anyone who can enter the Minshan Sword Sect to study in the future that they must remember to respect the teacher and must know the etiquette.

It's just that I haven't been able to comprehend this method of entering the door first, and I have to pass it after being demonstrated by others, and many students will naturally not have a taste in their hearts, especially some arrogant and talented people, but they are even more reluctant to follow eagerly.

Thousands of students passed the ceremony one by one, which took a lot of time, and some people were in the forefront at the beginning, but they did not come forward to give the salute at the first time, and there was a lot of delay in the process.

However, when the vast majority of people entered the Qingyu Gate, there were already people everywhere in front of the black sword tire, and when it was as black as before, no one had passed through this black sword tire.

Under the shadow cast by the black sword fetus, a young man in a slightly red robe turned around with a somewhat pale face, and looked at Ding Ning not far away from him with some distraction.

He is Jian Daomei, a student of the Chonghua Sword Academy, and is ranked twenty in the talent book, but even him, under the long-term enlightenment, his mind is also very depleted, and the robe on his body is already soaked with sweat.

But with his position on the talent book, until this moment, he had just sensed that there was an extremely fast Yuan Qi traveling in the sword fetus, but he had not yet figured out what kind of connection this extremely fast Yuan Qi had with the sword fetus itself, and how it passed here.

What made him even more incomprehensible was why Ding Ning was still cultivating with his eyes closed to replenish the true yuan until this time?

When did Ding Ning want to start comprehending this black sword fetus?

A young man in a pure white robe, whose brow had been frowning slightly, loosened at this moment.

He looks about the same age as Zhang Yi, and his body has completely grown, so he looks very tall.

He had a handsome face, long black hair tied up with a white jade ring, and he looked very clean.

He came in in the middle, but at this moment, he had already sensed the vitality on the black sword fetus, and he had also sensed the method of passing through this black sword fetus, so he decided to pass.

However, at this moment, Jian Daomei's pupils contracted violently.

There was a suppressed exclamation in the room.

The body of the young man in the pure white robe froze suddenly.

Ding Ning's eyes were already open.

Without any superfluous movements, Ding Ning began to move, walking towards the black sword fetus suspended in front of him.

When most people didn't even have time to guess what he was going to do, Ding Ning had already drawn his sword.

He calmly pulled out the remnant sword on his waist, and then stabbed a sword very simply, stabbing it on the black sword tire.

When there was a bang.

The sound was silent, but many people's bodies couldn't help but shake.

The surface of the black sword tire suddenly brightened.

In those uneven shadows, layers of scorching red light suddenly appeared, like a fire about to erupt!

The next moment, however, nothing happened.

The black sword tire didn't even shake it, and the red light that came out of the sword tire instantly disappeared, like a tide hidden inside.

Ding Ning had already put away his sword and walked past the black sword tire.

All the candidates were shocked.

"Little junior brother..."

Zhang Yi screamed.

He called the wrong name again, but this time there was surprise more than shock in his shout.

Even with Ding Ning's reminder at the beginning, he only vaguely judged the method of passage just now, and Ding Ning's performance at this time made him react immediately, Ding Ning had already perceived the method of passing this black sword fetus from the beginning!

It's just that in the short time that he passed through the Qingyu Gate and walked behind Ding Ning, Ding Ning had already understood the method of passing through this black sword fetus!

This little junior brother of his own... What a man of God!

When Zhang Yi's heart was full of such surprises, the pure white robe young man who had originally prepared this black sword fetus frowned deeply.

There was a coldness in the depths of his eyes.

Actually realized it from the beginning?

What kind of comprehension is this?

And why did Ding Ning just stop replenishing the true yuan when he thought about this black sword fetus, and then pass this sword fetus... Is this a coincidence?

Jian Daomei stared blankly at Ding Ning's back behind the black sword fetus, and his body trembled violently unconsciously.

He couldn't believe that what he saw with his eyes was true, but Ding Ning's sword solved the last doubt in his heart, and let him also understand what kind of direct relationship the vitality that was circulating extremely fast on the sword fetus and the sword fetus itself.

"I see!"

More and more people are waking up and turning into more and more intense shock.

A young man in a jet-black robe walked towards the black sword fetus.

Many people know him as Fan Xingling from Tongmu Taoist Temple.

Fan Xingling just had an epiphany and subconsciously followed.

He had also determined that as long as the sword intercepted the flow of that vital energy, and let this vital energy stagnate on the sword tire, the vital energy in the sword fetus would also be condensed for a moment and would not explode, and he would be able to pass through the gap like Ding Ning.

So he also drew his sword.

His sword was a pitch-black sword that was more than three feet long.

With a bang, his pitch-black Dao sword also stabbed into the black sword tire in front of him.

The surface of the black sword tire also suddenly brightened.

However, for some reason, in the next moment, the red light that spread out in the uneven shadows on the black sword tire did not fade silently like Fang Cai, but emitted many roars.

It's like many people are swinging red-hot hammers at the same time, striking the sword tire.

Puff puff puff...

The pitch-black Dao sword in Fan Xingling's hand seemed to have been hit by a lot of overflowing hot air.

His whole body shook violently, his body fell back, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.