"Angkor is so good!"

How could some of the rich children who usually messed with Wu Heng let go of this opportunity to tout, even if they shouted and cheered, those who didn't know still thought that General Biansai had won the battle.

"It's amazing...... Little Mozi, what do you say..... huh??people??"

Ruan Dongyu smacked his tongue and said with emotion, but suddenly found that Yu Mocun beside him was gone, he looked left and right, and finally saw the thin figure far away from him. Ruan Dongyu seemed to have thought of something ridiculous, and hurriedly chased after Yu Mocun and grabbed Yu Mocun, but he saw that Yu Mocun only had perseverance on his face, he was carrying a long wooden sword, and he looked at Wu Heng on the stage with some emotion in his eyes, like a hungry wolf staring at his prey.

"I understand why there is a referee" Yu Mocun did not reply: "In order to prepare for those who are not convinced." ”

The sword-bearing boy said seriously, "I'll cut him down, trust me." ”

"You kid ......."

Ruan Dongyu stroked his forehead and sighed helplessly, but it was a god who let go of his hand.

Love is uneven, and he is still a teenager.

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"If all the disciples have no objections, just him, he can barely be regarded as a manufacturable material. ”

Xu Yanshan stroked his beard, lightly held the dust, and said slowly.

Hua Ziyi nodded, took a step forward, and said aloud to the disciples above the sword field:

"Wu Heng, under the sword test,"

Wu Heng was overjoyed, and all the disciples exclaimed, and then Hua Ziyi continued: "According to the rules of the sword examination, if the sword examination rating reaches the first grade or above, and the stroke evaluation among the disciples of the outer court is good, and no one has any objections, after the sword examination is over, you can immediately enter the sword gate to practice. ”

"If anyone has any objections, they will compete with the reviewers, and the winner can also win their quota and take the qualification to enter the sword gate!"

He looked around at everyone and said, "Now, if there is no objection, Wu Heng is the first sword-wielding disciple of my Sword Sect this year." ”

Wu Heng is now ecstatic in his heart, the price he paid was not wasted, in order to cultivate the sword sutra to the fullest, he gave Hua Ziyi a very precious sword pill, this sword pill is of great benefit to the kendo cultivators, even if it is Hua Ziyi, he will not resist this generous gift, coupled with the connection between the families in the city now, Hua Ziyi reminded him to help him cultivate the introductory sword sutra to the great completion, otherwise with his Dao foundation, if you want to perform the sword technique, you will have to wait at least a year.

And now that the matter has been completed, after ten breaths, he can become the sword-wielding disciple of the Sword Gate, and when the time comes, his identity will rise, and he Wu Heng will not bury his family's investment in him.

"Zhang Yue, they should be able to do it, and the benefits after the fact are definitely indispensable to their ......"

Just as Wu Hengmei was smiling and soaring in the future, a slightly immature but sharp voice suddenly sounded among the disciples of the sword field.

In front of the crowd, Yu Mocun took a step out without fear, the cold wind lifted a few locks of his black hair, his resolute face faced Wu Heng, whose face on the sword platform was gradually gloomy, and said indifferently:

"I have an objection!"

Above the sword field, under the sword platform, there was an uproar.

Several disciples of the outer courtyard who were good friends with Wu Heng looked at the thin figure, and their faces were a little unkind.

Ruan Dongyu, who was behind Yu Mocun, looked at his back and sighed at the sky.

"You can't even hold a sword....... you have the majesty of a fart......."

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On the high seat on the sword platform, although Xu Yanshan is getting older and smoother, his cultivation of the three realms makes his eyesight not increase but decrease, and from the moment the young man with the sword appears, he sees everything clearly.

Xu Yanshan's hand paused for a moment, listening to the discussions of the many disciples below, and couldn't help but ask Hua Ziyi in front of him, "Who is this son?"

Hua Ziyi frowned, he didn't think that someone really came out to wade into troubled waters, and even if someone did want to compete with the sword, it shouldn't be this skinny sword-bearing boy. Although he was displeased, it was not easy to show it at the moment, so he said in a deep voice to Xu Yanshan: "This is the disciple surnamed Yu that Master Xu said, although his cultivation has reached the five realms, his kendo talent is extremely weak, and he is at the bottom of the sword list, don't say Wu Heng, even other disciples, he will not be an opponent." ”

"It's also interesting...... Xu Yanshan smiled, "Let's see how these little guys solve it first." ”

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Looking at this young man with a sword who stood up fearlessly, many people's faces were not very good-looking, and Wu Heng on the sword platform was even more gloomy, as if he was about to drip water.

For him personally, it is a great sense of honor to be able to get rid of the identity of a disciple of the outer court and join the Sword Gate to become an inner disciple, but for his family, he must enter the Sword Gate and become an inner disciple, so that it is possible to have a deeper friendship with Hua Ziyi, Lin Qubai and others, which has a decisive role in the future direction of the family power.

Ever since he couldn't win the qualification to enter the inner gate in advance because of the weakness of his family, and asked him to wait for the opportunity in the outer courtyard, he no longer thought that one day he would be able to escape from this humble and lowly disciple of the outer court, how could he, who had been pampered since he was a child, allow himself to be in cahoots with these low-level poor people. Entering the abalone, he has been smelling it for a long time and does not know the reason of its smell, he is always alert to himself, he is an upper-class person who is going to be born in the room of Youlan, and he is destined to be born extraordinary!

And now it looks like he is about to pick the fruits of victory that he has been thinking about day and night, but who would have thought that this Yu Mocun, who doesn't know what to do, jumped out again to join in the same foot! Does this think that he is a persimmon that is easy to pinch, and thinks that Lin Qubai should carry it once under the protection of Gu An, and he thinks that he can fight with him? !

"Yu Mocun, you are looking for death!" Wu Heng shouted angrily.

"It's not up to you to decide whether to find death or not. Yu Mocun raised his eyes to look at him and said seriously.

Then he said aloud to several figures on the high seat: "Yu Mocun, a disciple of the outer court, thinks that Wu Heng, a disciple of the outer court, does a lot of evil on weekdays, chatting about right and wrong in life, and is also a bully to his peers, and he has no rules. Cultivation should be self-cultivation first, this is the same truth since ancient times, so disobedient, not loved, shameless, disrespectful, selfish, selfish, hypocritical, hypocritical, and righteous people will definitely hurt the inner door if they enter the sword gate. The disciple is not convinced, but he is willing to try it by himself, not seeking victory or defeat, but only seeking a clear conscience. ”

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Hua Ziyi, who was on the high seat, had an ugly face and was silent.

"Yes. ”

"Master Xu?" Hua Ziyi looked sideways.

Xu Yanshan waved his hand, and said with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Young man, it is inevitable that the blood and qi are strong, if the heart is too high, it is not a bad thing to be frustrated." ”

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"Yes. ”

An old voice echoed in the sky above the sword field like Hong Zhong Da Lu, and all the disciples suddenly became commotion when they heard the sound, and they were shocked and incredible.

"That's good news. ”

Yu Mocun glanced at Wu Heng and said with emotion.

"But it's very upset,"

Wu Heng laughed angrily, his gloomy face was even more smeared with a hint of sinister aura, his expression became colder and colder, and his eyes were terrifyingly cold.

"Then I'll make you even more unhappy. ”

The cold wind rose suddenly, the snow flew suddenly, and in the white sword field, a thin young man with a sword jumped up towards the sword platform, his robe was blown by the cold wind, and the sleeves of his robe flew and hunted.

Yu Mocun slowly put his hand on the hilt of the sword, slowly gathered the wooden sword on his back to his waist, and he stepped forward, his body was arched, his head was slightly lowered, and his eyes were hidden under the hair in front of his forehead.

His sword posture was strange, and it could even be said to be awkward. He stared earnestly at Wu Heng, who was hanging an iron sword from his waist in front of him, even though he was under the gaze of countless disciples, there was no wave in his heart.

Wu Heng sneered: "People who can't hold a sword still want to be a roadblock?!"

"I don't know how to hold a sword......"

Yu Mocun said in a low voice: "But ....."

"I'll hold a knife!"

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Yu Mo existed for a period of time before the sword test, and followed Gu An to learn the sword for a few days.

At that time, he thought that learning knives was a very difficult task.

Whenever he saw his fellow swordsmen in the sword department thinking about hundreds of thousands of sword moves for the sake of sword moves that would be wrong by the slightest difference, he would subconsciously resist.

Because he didn't think it was necessary.

In fact, Yu Mocun is a person who doesn't like to think too much about things, he has a straight temperament, a straight life, a long drive, and a straight line is his style and habit all along.

He grew up in the market, and the twisting and turning of his intestines has always been something he avoids, and he can't understand why something that can be expressed very easily has to be regarded as in tune and almost human affection after a hundred and eight thousand miles, when you and I both understand.

He always likes to sit in a daze at the east side of the kitchen facing the alley that connects to the long street, watching people come and go every day, listening to the witty words of the vendors and pawns in order to make a living, watching the husband who looks like a humble son sneaking into the green building, watching the lady and the lady entangled in a box of rouge to hide needles and talk without revealing their faces, and listening to the bustling politeness and praise in the crowd.

He felt that it shouldn't be like this, that people shouldn't work so hard and left and right.

People are supposed to be free from heaven and earth, why should they let their hearts be dusted because of these things.

He couldn't figure it out.

Just as he couldn't figure out why sword cultivation was so restricted by stabbing and sweeping, why there was still a gentleman saying that he used a sword.

He just needs to achieve his goal, break through the barrier, and in his opinion, the sword can't give him, only the simple and unpretentious knife can fill his vacancy.

"The knife is a blood drinker, not a princely soldier. ”

After Gu An threw him an ancient book that day, he said indifferently: "There is no carving of a sword, no fineness of a sword, no dexterity of a sword, and no arrogance of a sword." ”

"But he has one word: alone. ”

The young man who seemed to be Mu Dongxue said: "Du is domineering in the world, Du is indomitable, Du is invincible, and Du is unstoppable." ”

"Thousands of miles of wind and snow return to people at night, and the lonely sword shakes immortality. ”

"If you want to, you can go with it. ”

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"Isn't it great to be able to use a sword......

Yu Mocun raised his head, and an extremely fierce sword intent instantly rushed on the ancient wooden sword, and the crimson light flowed rapidly.

The wind and waves swept the ink hair in the snow, Yu Mocun's eyes were shining, and Wu Heng, who was sevenfold in the entrance, was no longer unattainable in his eyes at this time, he seemed to have realized something, and in a low voice, he had great confidence and perseverance.

"Hide it with a knife!"