Since Mu Zijun arrived, Liu Ying'er has spoken a lot, and her smile has become sweeter. Luo Xie couldn't bear his turmoil even more, but Zhao Jiuge observed that Mu Zijun looked at a few people quite schemingly when they were not paying attention, which did not match the smile on the surface, which made Zhao Jiuge feel that this was not a fuel-efficient lamp.

Everyone talked without a word, and then seven or eight people came to the third floor one after another, one of the girls was the most eye-catching, with a graceful figure, hot and sexy clothes, and a charming face, which was particularly seductive.

This made Luo Xie want to stop, but the people who came later did not come forward to talk, but just stayed quietly.

As time passed, the noise of the square downstairs outside became smaller and smaller, and gradually the crowd became smaller and smaller, those who were either not qualified or not qualified to get started, some laughed and some were worried.

The unwilling people continued to try other sects, and they were all complaining and venting if they were completely unqualified, and the afterglow of the sunset shone on the square, but the crowd in the orange rendered square was staging their own joys and sorrows.

The roof of the building.

The ordinary black-robed middle-aged man and Wu Tianshan were still standing, and the two of them looked at the sunset that was about to go down.

"Uncle Shi, the apprenticeship is about to end, I don't know how many new disciples can there be in the Xuantian Sword Gate this time, and the position of the head of the sect has been inherited from my Xuantian Peak, and now my Xuantian Sword Gate is gradually declining, and both Xuanqi Peak and Xuanluo Peak have begun to talk about this, saying that Shizun is in charge of the sect and has led to such a situation, and the responsibility is put on Shizun's head. Wu Tianshan said with a non-chalant face.

The black-robed middle-aged man's eyes narrowed slightly, he was silent for a long time without speaking, he didn't know what he was thinking, and only after half a sound did he speak, "Since the ancestor Xuantian Ancestor flew to the immortal in one fell swoop, he has set the rules, leaving the three veins to complement each other, with my Xuantian Peak as the mainstay, and their two peaks as the shop, and now they are delusional trying to seize power, is it possible." ”

In the middle of the ring, the middle-aged man's slightly narrowed eyes flashed.

"Today, I took a look, there are still a few bones that are good, and there is no problem in passing the test of the outer gate to enter the inner gate, and when the time comes, it will be time to kill their two veins. ”

The words are unhurried, but the words reveal coldness.

Wu Tianshan, who was dressed in a yellow sword robe, had a faint worry on his face, and his eyes looked at the scattered people in the square at this time, "Hey, now there is a big enemy outside, and there is chaos inside, everything depends on this year's batch of disciples, it seems that more than ten years later, it will be a battle meeting of various sects, and it is estimated that the focus will be at that time." ”

3rd floor lobby.

As time passed, the afterglow of the setting sun also sprinkled on the windowsill, and the gaps in the hollow prints carved on the windowsill were still in the pavilion.

"I've kept you waiting, and you've rested enough. All go down to the square and assemble. A young disciple in a blue sword robe came to the third floor at some point, and his mouth startled everyone, and he didn't even feel the fluctuation of this disciple's breath.

Zhao Jiuge was secretly surprised in his heart, thinking that even an ordinary disciple was like this, it can be seen how extraordinary the Xuantian Sword Sect is, I heard that it is declining now, but presumably even if it declines, the emaciated camel is bigger than a horse.

Since Zhao Jiuge happened to meet the inheritance left by Ye Wuwu in the stone room, and inadvertently stepped on the door of cultivating immortals, every bit along the way is just a small fight, this mysterious and fantastic world, Zhao Jiuge has not even seen the tip of the iceberg, except for the Grandpa Yang in Su Su's mouth, the highest has seen the cultivator of the foundation building realm.

You must know that the first three realms are all for the purpose of building a foundation and laying a foundation, and only when you reach the foundation building realm do you start formal cultivation, entering this gate, just like a house, you must first dig a pit, and only after digging a pit can you lay a foundation, and only after laying a good foundation can you build a building layer by layer, the stronger the foundation, the higher the building can be, and the farther you can go on the road of cultivation.

Seeing a young disciple wearing a blue sword robe, with silver trim printed on his cuffs, and carrying a long sword behind him, thinking that he would be able to do this right away, he couldn't help but feel that the blood in his body was boiling for a while, which was a kind of anticipation and excitement.

For a while, the black robe was bursting, the long hair was fluttering, and the whole person looked high-spirited.

"It's finally coming, and my ass is numb after sitting for a long time. Wang Million, who couldn't stop for a moment, immediately sat up, and the fat all over his body shook slightly as soon as he stood up, Zhao Jiuge glanced at his buttocks, and then at the wooden bench, thinking that this stool was really pitiful, how much pressure it was undergoing.

Hearing the young disciple's command, the faces of the more than twenty figures in the hall changed slightly, and after dropping this sentence, this disciple of the Xuantian Sword Gate took the lead downstairs, and there was no trace in the time of a breath, and everyone was already surprised, and walked towards the square one after another.

His eyes flickered, he took a deep breath, Zhao Jiuge followed the footsteps of the crowd and walked towards the square downstairs, when this moment came, he found that it was so fast, when he passed by the second floor, he found that the building was already empty, and the figure was empty, thinking that he had already taken a step downstairs.

When he stepped out of the threshold and stepped out of the building, the scene in front of him completely shocked Zhao Jiuge's heart.

I saw that on the square paved with blue stone bricks, there were more than 200 young people and girls wearing various colored costumes and decorations, looking from afar, the sunset in the west seemed to be witnessing this moment, and they refused to set.

A layer of brilliant gold rendered a layer of light curtain on the square and the body of the crowd, and the oblique shadow stretched long, and everyone stood in an orderly and neat line, when I didn't know when I found a few middle-aged men in sword robes and more than a dozen disciples in blue sword robes standing in front of the door of the building.

In the noisy and noisy square, the sound gradually went from high to low until it was silent, everyone stood quietly and watched the figures of the middle-aged men in front of them, and for a while, no one in the whole square seemed to be particularly silent.

And the middle-aged men in sword robes also didn't speak, but their eyes were as sharp as swords, sweeping back and forth on the crowd in the square, and whenever their eyes were fixed on a person, that person's whole body would tense unnaturally, his body was straight, and his breathing was slightly stagnant.

Zhao Jiuge only felt that when one of the middle-aged men's eyes swept towards him, he actually felt the sword intent, containing the sword's awe-inspiring and indomitable momentum, and it felt somewhat similar to the sword intent contained in the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls when he went upstairs, but it was not as heavy as his eyes.

On the top of the building, the two figures still stood and did not leave, when the teenagers on the square finally began to stand upright, and a youthful vitality slowly overflowed, the middle-aged man in black robe with a pair of vicissitudes of life finally did not look into the distance, but still lightly skimmed and looked at the square downstairs.

Downstairs, there was silence.

When there was a depressing and tense atmosphere in the air, everyone unconsciously tensed every part of the body, and the vitality began to slowly gather together, forming a majestic momentum, this scene looked so spectacular against the backdrop of the sunset.

"Hmph, it's finally something. A cold snort came out of his nose, and he skimmed it lightly, and then withdrew his gaze and looked away.

Wu Tianshan looked at the spectacular scene on the square with great interest, with a faint smile on his face, and his thoughts floated to the day he entered the school when he was young.

However, with the change of time, gradually this kind of thinking and insight no longer exists, and only the lost heart is replaced, and the more you go, the more difficult the next step becomes, so when many monks reach a certain point of hopelessness, they begin to simply enjoy it, and some even commit adultery, insult, and abuse everything.

If there is no hope, there will be no disappointment, who will do evil in a person's life, but those murderous people do this kind of thing because they have no hope of becoming immortals, and their hearts are deformed and their thoughts are abnormal.

I thought to myself, it's good to be young.

Seeing these young and immature faces, maybe a few of them will enter the inner door in the future, and even become their own junior disciples, and under the influence of their mood, some of their previous worries have been diluted a little.

"I don't know how many people can enter my Xuantian Peak this time. Looking at the figures with great interest, Wu Tianshan's eyes were full of expectation.

"Let it be. The words were cold and light, concise and clear, and the words were like gold, as if they were unwilling to say more than a word.

Looking at the uncle in front of him, Wu Tianshan sighed slightly in his heart, how dazzling his uncle was a hundred years ago, and later because of an accident, the Taoist couple was killed by the killer of the evil and murderous generation, and since then the uncle's personality has changed greatly and he has become indifferent.

As a result, it also hurt those evil and murderous monks, and they were killed by those people, and from then on, the entire immortal cultivation world knew that there was a madman in the Xuantian Sword Gate, and he was nicknamed Xuantian Shura.

In the square, more than ten minutes have passed, and the crowd is still standing like that, but no one is the first to break the calm while they are anxious, because there is a solemn atmosphere flowing in the air, and the middle-aged men still have no intention of speaking.

This hasn't even begun, just want to get off the horse?

Finally, the words of majesty spread throughout the square.

"It's been so long since I've quieted down, I don't have any discipline at all, and I still want to enter the Xuantian Sword Gate!"

One of them was a middle-aged man, with a mustache and a slightly narrowed eyes on his face with Chinese characters, full of majesty. After a pause, his eyes swept over the crowd and he found that no one spoke.

"Now, some of you may be proud, some of you are lucky, and some of you are still unclear, but I want to say that being able to enter this building does not mean that you can become a member of the Xuantian Sword Gate, and being a member of the Xuantian Sword Gate does not mean that you can enter the inner gate to cultivate!"

A fluttering sentence suddenly stirred up a thousand waves, and the whole square was in an uproar.