"Zheng !!"

With a sword roar, a sword intent immediately arose in the Sword Pavilion.

Then, a black black iron box immediately flew out of the Sword Pavilion, and its speed was extremely fast, falling directly towards that disciple.

Looking at it, although the dark iron box seemed to be firm, there were countless sword intents in it at this time, and when the void fluctuated, where it passed, the stone slabs on the ground immediately cracked, and there were stones and gravels rolling down, as if they were directly cut by invisible sword qi.

"Good!"

High in the sky, Liu Jiannan looked at this scene and couldn't help but praise.

"Second-grade intermediate swordsmanship, Qinglian Sword. Haha, this son seems to be unattractive, but his sword cultivation talent is extraordinary, and he is a good seedling. ”

As he spoke, the iron box containing the swordsmanship shattered, and a sword light roared up, forming a green rainbow, which fell on the disciple's body with the meaning of time.

With the sword intent entering his body, the disciple's black hair immediately fluttered, and there were actually green lotuses blooming on his body, forming a vision.

Such a scene made many onlookers gasp.

"That's amazing!"

"I actually succeeded in inheriting the sword once! And looking at the power of this swordsmanship, it must be good. ”

"This senior brother knows that in the outer door competition a few days ago, he entered the top eight, and his cultivation is very good. ”

When the discussion was all around, this disciple suddenly raised his head, his eyes flashed in an instant, and many Qinglian sword intent swam around his body, full of momentum.

Immediately, this disciple bowed to Liu Jiannan and the others above the sky, turned around in a chic manner, nodded and smiled at the many disciples around him, but when he looked at Fan Xiaojian, his eyes showed provocation and even more disdain.

Looking at it like this, it should be that Fan Xiaojian won the first place in the outer door competition a few days ago.

"Hmph, what's the big deal. ”

Fan Xiaojian muttered sourly in his heart, and at the same time felt a little worried in his heart.

Moreover, let him be dignified Fan Xiaojian and use the same method to inherit the sword to obtain swordsmanship, Fan Xiaojian was disdainful in his heart.

After all, the protagonists in the human novels all play this trick, standing outside the treasure pavilion to summon magic weapons, and then summoning a pile of broken iron, which is ridiculed by their peers.

Then, I suddenly found that those broken iron turned out to be ancient and extremely famous magic weapons, and there were awesome bosses such as Yao Lao and Wuye sleeping in it, so that the protagonist immediately reached the peak of his life and embarked on the road of pretending to be forced to slap his face.

If you play this kind of trick in the same way, how can you still reflect the forced style of our generation of emperors?

What do you think of the neighbor Wang?

What does Xiaoxing Wenqi think?

That's so shameless!

So, pretending to be forced and high-profile, you have to play with a sense of art, and rely on talent to acquire swordsmanship, this kind of thing is really disdainful.

However, this guy is so arrogant, he dares to provoke Lao Tzu, and he must make you look good later.

Fan Xiaojian thought silently, his heart was extremely active.

At the same time, another disciple stepped forward, spread his divine sense, and entered the Sword Pavilion to communicate swordsmanship.

Most of the ancient swordsmanship is sharp, so the swordsmanship in the Sword Pavilion of Qingyun Sect is all based on Xuantie as a box to imprison it.

The first is to avoid the sword intent from hurting people at will, and the second is to use the intent of the dark iron to nurture and sharpen the sword intent to make it more sharp.

"Zheng!

Soon, there was another sword roar in the Sword Pavilion, and another Xuantie box flew out, and when the sword was unexpectedly revealed, it actually became a big river of its own, with magnificent waves and a heroic atmosphere.

"Good! good!"

Liu Jiannan became more and more happy when he saw this, and he really felt that the disciples of this class were extremely talented.

"Tianhe Sword, second-grade advanced swordsmanship. Unexpectedly, this kid was only in the seventh-level consummation realm of the Qi Condensation Period, but he had such a talent for sword cultivation. ”

At the same time, many disciples were also shocked, and then cheered for that disciple.

Soon, the third disciple also stepped forward to exude his divine sense, trying to obtain a sword technique that belonged to him and recognized him.

It's just that he stood for a while, and his aura was almost exhausted, and there was no sword sound in the Sword Pavilion to respond.

"Alas!"

The disciple sighed, looked a little lonely, and prepared to leave.

"Don't be discouraged......", Liu Jiannan's voice sounded, plain but encouraging, "The failure of Chengjian does not mean that the talent is not good. In the Sword Pavilion, there are many swordsmanship through the sky, and these swordsmanship have spirits, which will test the monk's cultivation and talent. It will even detect the character of the monk, if the character is not good, even if he is the Emperor of Tongtian, the sword technique will not follow. ”

"You failed to take the sword this time, or you have a bad heart, and you have something else to think about. Go back and meditate for a few days, and then come back. ”

The disciple was overjoyed when he heard this, and immediately saluted high into the air, and then left joyfully.

Soon, one disciple after another stepped forward one after another, and they all released their divine senses to communicate the swordsmanship in the Sword Pavilion.

At the same time, as the team advanced, Fan Xiaojian was also getting closer and closer to the Sword Pavilion.

"Boy, come to Daddy!"

"Dear swordsmanship, I am your great master! Come out, let me warm your cold heart with my fiery body!"

"With my blood, with my noble identity to summon you, come out!"

Many disciples used their own means, some succeeded, some failed, but it was obvious that there was a group of shortages to be funny, and there were various ways to summon swordsmanship, which made many onlookers laugh.

"Humph!"

At this moment, a cold snort came, interrupting the laughter of many disciples.

Then, Xu Ping looked arrogant, glanced at Fan Xiaojian with a thick anger in his eyes, and then held his head high and strode towards the Sword Pavilion.

As he moved, a lot of sword qi was stacked around his body, and it was actually a hidden thunderous roar, which made his momentum so strong that it immediately attracted the attention of many disciples, and even Lin Wenqi and Zhou Xiaoxing, who had been following Fan Xiaojian's side, couldn't help but look up at Xu Ping.

"Yes...... It's Xu Ping!"

"I heard that Xu Ping has always admired Senior Sister Lin Wenqi, and has pursued it many times without success, and even released cruel words, saying that Senior Sister Lin will not marry in this life. ”

"I have long heard that this Xu Ping's kendo talent is excellent, and when I look at it today, it is so extraordinary!"

A few days ago, Xu Ping was defeated in the hands of the sword master, and he was already angry in his heart. Seeing Senior Sister Lin Wenqi again today, she secretly promised the sword master that she must be so angry that she is about to go crazy!"

"Let's not mention anything else, just say that the sword intent on Xu Ping's body at the moment is extremely powerful, and I don't know what kind of sword technique he can obtain?"

In the midst of the discussions, the sword light on Xu Ping's body was even stronger, and he actually turned into a sword shadow with divine consciousness, and rushed directly into the Sword Pavilion with a bang, the momentum was too strong, and he broke through all the obstacles in an instant, as if he was shuttling through nothingness, and instantly shot into the depths of the Sword Pavilion.

And then......

"Zheng!"

A sword roar like a phoenix roared from the depths of the Sword Pavilion.