"The good dog is not in the way, don't be ashamed, if you can't enter the Xuantian Sword Gate, get away, don't get in the way of my son." An arrogant and arrogant voice suddenly interrupted the young man's complaint.

I saw that on the square, a column of extraordinary people and horses slowly appeared in people's sight, three black high-headed horses without a trace of variegated black horses carried a carriage made of golden silk nanmu, the carriage curtain was inlaid with gold and silver edges, followed by a group of imposing rainbows, wearing iron armor men, the whole pace was the same, revealing an extraordinary killing atmosphere.

At this time, a young man in a white robe and a sword with good spiritual power was standing on the carriage with his lips pouted, shouting at the young man with disdain on his face, but his slightly immature face flashed with old age and ruthlessness.

A pair of cold eyes were staring closely at the young man in navy blue at this time, at a young age, he actually had such a majesty, and between words, the noisy square suddenly quieted down, and the crowd kept looking at the young man.

There are not a few people who come to the Xuantian Sword Gate to apprentice today, and there are many disciples from prominent families, but after seeing the young man's dress, he was secretly frightened, and even the men in iron armor behind him revealed that they were also cultivators!

For a while, many girls looked at the young man in the white robe, and those young children whose family background was also not bad, some secretly disdained it, some were jealous, and some even looked flattering, making disgusting faces, and there was no shortage of dog-legged people, whether it was a mortal or a cultivator, as for those disciples whose family background was average or who had embarked on cultivation because of adventures, they looked at it slightly, and it really didn't matter to themselves.

Seeing the young man standing proudly in front of the carriage, looking down at the young man in his white robe with disdain, and the humiliating words, the face of the young man who was angry suddenly stiffened, and then the anger that had nowhere seemed to have found an outlet, and he was about to burst out into a rage, when he suddenly saw the young man in white robe stretching out his slender hand of white jade, and the ironclad man who was about to make a move behind him, immediately retracted the words he was about to say.

Honestly lowered his head, his face was a little red, I don't know if it was because he was embarrassed in front of so many people, others roared at him, he didn't dare to say a word, he still held back his redness, and then his steps were fast, and he seemed to leave the front of the building.

Seeing the young man leaving in embarrassment, the young man in white robe couldn't help but raise his head slightly, his face was proud, he snorted, and then jumped and landed on the ground of the square, with his hands behind his back, raised his head and chest, and walked towards the building proudly.

The white-robed young man seemed to enjoy this sense of superiority, as well as the admiring gaze of everyone, and when he quickly entered the building, he deliberately shouted loudly, and lowered his head slightly, "Junior Bai Zimo, I have come to Xuantian Sword Gate to apprentice." ”

The voice spread throughout the square through spiritual power, and for a while, everyone remembered the name Bai Zimo, and their thoughts were different.

The roof of the building.

A middle-aged man in black linen and a jade-faced young man in a yellow sword robe both stood with their hands on their heads and looked into the distance, enjoying the oncoming breeze.

"Uncle Shi, look at it, is my Xuantian Sword Sect so lonely now, what kind of disciples are they, not to talk about qualifications, but about heart and quality, which is too unseemly. The young man in the yellow sword robe, at this time, there was some sighing and anger on his jade face, and there was a faint worry in his eyes.

"Wu Tianshan, how many years have you been in the Xuantian Sword Gate, why is your heart still so unstable, a sect's luck rotates, this is a very normal thing, I think that my Xuantian Sword Sect was only a third-rate sect in the cultivation realm, and then the Xuantian Patriarch had an epiphany, created his own Xuantian Sword Technique, and broke through the Mahayana realm in one fell swoop, until Juxia soared, so that my Xuantian Sword Sect became a leader, although I am lonely now, but why bother too much, it is better to cultivate well when I have that time. ”

The middle-aged man in black plain clothes sighed softly, his eyes were still looking into the distance, his face was not wavering, but his eyes were full of vicissitudes, and there was no spiritual power around his body, but he could make the good yellow sword-robed young man respectfully shout Uncle Shi, and he was not such a simple character on the surface.

"It's just that I'm not reconciled, looking back on the vast years, how high-spirited my Xuantian Sword Sect is, and now it has been reduced to the point that there is only this kind of goods for accepting disciples, and the number of people is getting smaller and smaller. The young man named Wu Tianshan looked coldly at the teenagers in the square downstairs.

"Since the fall of my Xuantian Sword Sect, in recent decades, the big disciples of Yuehua Academy are ambitious, and want to replace the status of my Xuantian Sword Sect in the past, and this year has been a frequent move, but my Xuantian Sword Sect is not accepted, and the disciples of recent generations have no geniuses, it is difficult to stop it, this time I have to go back to the master to discuss countermeasures, otherwise such a vicious circle, my Xuantian Sword Sect will really gradually fade out of people's field of vision. ”

The middle-aged man in black plain clothes, a pair of vicissitudes of life, finally had a hint of color at this time, but he still looked into the distance, and he didn't look at the group of teenagers and girls downstairs from beginning to end.

Wu Tianshan, who was standing next to him, sighed slightly in his heart, and he didn't know that this year's batch of disciples, how many of them could enter the inner gate, and how many of them could rise like stars, and now the Xuantian Sword Gate is not short of resources, the difference is only jade and time.

A light breeze swept by, and Wu Tianshan, who was too obsessed with it in his heart, sobered up a little, sighed that it was really time to wait for me, and then pursed his lips tightly, his eyes were resolute, even if the Xuantian Sword Sect really reached that step, I would have to live and die with the sect if I gave up my life.

Downstairs square.

As Bai Zimo swaggered into the building, the crowd was so quiet that it suddenly became vigorous and noisy again, discussing a lot, or talking about their own words, only Zhao Jiuge looked at it coldly, listening quietly to the voices in the crowd, collecting information and news that he had not heard.

On the square, the teenagers with good family backgrounds, accompanied by their families, quietly waited for the news of the entry, and at the same time continued to greet the people they knew kindly, and made friends with the same door in the future.

There were more and more people in the square, most of them were family members who accompanied their children, Zhao Jiuge noticed that there were several groups of people coming behind, looking at the luxurious momentum, it was no smaller than Bai Zimo's pomp before, seeing this, Zhao Jiuge's heart was even hotter, he had never seen this kind of scene, and he felt more determined in his heart at this time.

In the square, all kinds of people didn't know that every move, smile and cheek, and the ugly posture at this time, everything was noticed by the two people on the roof.

After listening to it for a long time, Zhao Jiuge didn't hear any useful news, looked at the dense crowd, took a deep breath, straightened up, and strode forward towards the building.

Stepping on the steps, Zhao Jiuge only felt that his heart was fluttering, and the two Xuantian Sword Sect disciples in front of him who were wearing blue sword robes and had a small sword printed on the cuffs with silver threads, saw Zhao Jiuge rushing towards him, and looked at Zhao Jiuge with keen eyes, and did not let go from head to toe.

The delicate face, the thin body buried under the clean and simple black robe, the indescribable affinity gives people a very good impression, since the cultivation to the spiritual realm, the influence of the Sanskrit sound exercise has also made Zhao Jiuge become spiritual.

After looking at it from beginning to end, after the two disciples confirmed Zhao Jiuge's approximate age, they nodded lightly in Zhao Jiuge's nervous and expectant gaze, took a long breath, and with excitement Zhao Jiuge stepped out of the threshold of the first-floor building and entered the hall.

The first impression is that it is antique and not flashy.

In the hall, more than a dozen Xuantian Sword Sect disciples wearing blue sword robes communicated one-on-one, accompanied by more than a dozen teenagers and girls who were about the same age as Zhao Jiuge, each of whom had more or less fluctuations in spiritual power, but not much.

There are some calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls around them, those fonts are particularly sloppy, Zhao Jiuge can't understand them, but he feels that every word has a sword intent, especially tenacious and strong, and every stroke reveals a sharp breath, which makes Zhao Jiuge feel secretly surprised.

Then he found that there was a middle-aged man in the hall, but the cuffs on the blue sword robe were printed with three small silver swords, and after a deep groan, Zhao Jiuge seemed to think of something, so he operated his spiritual power, revealing a more powerful spiritual power aura than the dozen teenagers and girls in the hall.

Kindness?

Feeling the abnormal movement in the hall, more than a dozen teenagers and girls in the hall cast their eyes, even the middle-aged man with three silver swords on his cuffs was surprised for a while, and then he also cast a concerned gaze, looking at Zhao Jiuge, the middle-aged man's eyes retracted slightly, and then he got up and stood up with his lips pursed and walked straight towards Zhao Jiuge.

The middle-aged man walked closer and closer, but Zhao Jiuge became more and more nervous, and finally, the middle-aged man came to Zhao Jiuge's face, his dark face kept looking Zhao Jiuge up and down at this time, and after reading it, the short beard of the lower hand trembled slightly, revealing a kind smile, "Are you coming to the Xuantian Sword Gate today to prepare for the entrance." ”

"Uh-huh, yes, senior, junior Zhao Jiuge. Zhao Jiuge was frightened and hurriedly nodded in agreement, his words respectful.

Nodding lightly, the middle-aged man hummed in a nasal voice, suddenly grabbed Zhao Jiuge's left hand, pinched the bone and touched it lightly, and then said slowly, "You go to the third floor to rest, when the time comes, go to the master together, and recover your energy, the trial at the beginning is not so easy." ”

After speaking, he turned around and walked towards the rest of the hall, and after touching his bones and confirming his age and cultivation, the middle-aged man let Zhao Jiuge go upstairs with confidence.

Zhao Jiuge was stunned for a while, he didn't understand why he went to the third floor by himself, he looked up, there was indeed a staircase at the corner of the floor, and with doubts and apprehension, he walked upstairs.

As the middle-aged man's words fell, the dozen or so figures that had originally focused on Zhao Jiuge were also a little sensational, and they didn't understand why Zhao Jiuge was allowed to go to the third floor, but it was certain that this kind of treatment was definitely a good thing.

It wasn't until Zhao Jiuge's figure disappeared as he entered the upstairs that everyone withdrew their envious and jealous eyes, and then concentrated on facing the Xuantian Sword Sect disciple in front of them.