Xuantian Temple.

Located at the highest point of Xuantian Peak, entrenched at the top, shrouded in a sea of floating clouds all year round, and then gently floating clouds, you can vaguely see the majestic building made of red walls and glazed tiles through the gaps.

When the mountain wind blows and blows away the floating sea of clouds, those cotton-like clouds are churning from the bottom to the top, like the waves in the river, connecting into a line, like the front and constantly receding, and then with the wind stopping, slowly gathering together, especially when the sun's rays shine in this sea of clouds, the Xuantian Temple is the immortal palace of the world, standing tall.

A number of red walls glazed building tiles are clustered together, only a large hall in the middle stands out like a flock, the atmosphere is overwhelming, that one hall is several zhang high, divided into three layers, the eaves of each layer stretch outward and meanders, a few with cinnabar colored round beads slightly domineering, surrounded by clouds and mist, occasionally a few white cranes fly by, more to this hall to add a bit of fairy spirit, extraordinary.

At this time, in the main hall, there are three people sitting in the hall carved red wind carved ironwood chairs, behind is a huge portrait, a blue plain clothes, carrying a flying sword scholar appearance, elegant and dusty, is sitting obliquely on a green ox, surrounded by the glow, eyes slightly closed, eyebrows full of contemplative looks.

If you look closely, you will find that there are a few big characters in the lower right corner of the portrait with exquisite brushes and quite charm, riding a bull and realizing the sword, and the young scholar in the portrait is none other than the patriarch of the Xuantian Sword Gate, the appearance of the old man Xuantian when he was young.

The three people sitting in the hall, one on the left, all dressed in black robes, exuding a calm aura all over their bodies, with a faceless face, looking a little dull, and their expressions also seemed to be a little sluggish, and their whole bodies were black, it was Xuantian Shura.

The one on the right, dressed in a white robe, even the black hair is wrapped with an ordinary white band, spotless, giving people a feeling of dust, the face is chuckling, that face is very beautiful, with a pair of red phoenix eyes, just like the woman in the painting, but the Adam's apple at the throat shows his gender.

"Do you see what kind of law that little guy used? A warm voice suddenly sounded, coming from the mouth of the young man in a purple shirt in the middle.

The young man in a purple shirt seems to have a young face, but a pair of eyes are full of vicissitudes, and those eyes are definitely not what a teenager can have.

The purple-shirted young man had red lips and white teeth, a pair of vicissitudes of life were looking at the scene of the competition in Xuantianfeng Square with some interest at this time, and there was a wooden hairpin in his hair that was no different from ordinary wood, and the breath of the whole person was like that of an ordinary person, but when he asked, the smile on the corner of his mouth gave people the feeling of bathing in the spring breeze, giving people a good impression.

Who else can make Xuantian Shura Sword Innocent at the top except the head of the Xuantian Sword Sect? The young man in the purple shirt is the eleventh head of the Xuantian Sword Sect, Jian Wuxin, and the white-robed man with an extremely handsome demeanor and appearance on his right hand is Jian Wuxin's junior disciple, Jian Wuxuan.

Over the years, the three peaks have been dominated by Xuantian Peak, and most of the teachings have always come from Xuantian Peak, and even the Xuantian Temple is also on Xuantian Peak, and the three who have often practiced in retreat have also come out of the customs one after another because it is a ten-year day to accept apprentices recently, and they have paid attention to this group of new disciples, these people are the fresh blood of the Xuantian Sword Sect, and the reason why a sect can stand tall is not the heritage of the sect, not the magic weapon and law of the sect, nor how powerful the sect is the advanced monks, but fresh blood.

Without junior disciples, in the powerful sect holy land, no matter how many high-level cultivators there are, the sect will only have a day when it will not be able to take over, and then all that awaits is decline or even destruction, and now the Xuantian Sword Sect is facing this problem.

Hearing the inquiry, Jian Wuxuan on the right hand side shook his head gently, and a look of doubt also appeared between his eyebrows, and the Danfeng eyes that seemed to be dripping water blinked before he said softly, " For so many years, it was the first time I saw such a mysterious law decision, when the little guy used this trick just now, I felt that the whole person had become holy and peaceful, although the cultivation is now low, but the breath of this law decision does not belong to those powers, I really don't know, when this little guy can cultivate into a primordial infant, what kind of power will he have when he uses this mysterious law. ”

The Xuantian Sword Sect Sect Leader smiled noncommittally, and then continued to look at the scene with an interested expression.

"Could it be that it came from the Nameless Temple, looking at the Dharma through the Sanskrit sound and petals, the vision light curtain is obviously the Dharma of the Buddhist family, and the Buddhist family is the most powerful in the Nameless Temple. Jian Wuxie, who had been sitting in a daze, suddenly said, but his face was gloomy, and he didn't know what he remembered, and his words were still as cold as the day he accepted the apprentice, even when he faced his senior brother.

"Probably not. After pondering for a while, the white-robed man retorted, a pair of Danfeng eyes narrowed, and continued to observe this mysterious little guy with his divine sense.

"Anyway, this little guy is a disciple of my Xuantian Sword Sect, and the most important thing is that this kid is good, I like it both in character and conduct. The warm voice came from the mouth of the purple-shirted young man, and his words were as plain as a cup of old tea, but they had charm.

It seems that Jian Wuxuan, who is known as Xuantian Shura, and Jian Wuxuan, who is out of the dust, didn't expect that it is rare to hear the words of the master brother praise people, and today they will pop out of their mouths, and more importantly, the object of praise is still a little guy who has not yet entered the Spirit Realm. Both of them looked surprised, and then looked at each other, both with doubts in their eyes.

In the next moment, Xuantian Shura Jian Wuxian regained that dull expression, but the eyebrows on the right side of Jian Wuxuan twitched, and his face revealed the color of inquiry, "Oh? It seemed that he was full of concern for the apprentice in front of him, and after asking, he didn't blink his eyes, staring at the sword and looking at it unintentionally.

seemed to be stared at by his junior brother and explained patiently, "No, besides, isn't there still three years to go, and Sasha's little girl, she alone gives me a headache, where is the energy to accept apprentices." ”

After Jian Wuxin finished speaking, he suddenly regretted it, and then timidly glanced at Jian Wuxuan, who was dressed in a white robe, and sure enough, Jian Wuxuan's face changed, his face was not good, and each eyebrow wrinkled as deep and deep.

"Hmph, you are embarrassed to mention Sasha, you have to rob the apprentice with me, you have five apprentices, and you still rob me, you must know that I don't have one. "The handsome Xuan Wuxian even has a unique flavor for his angry appearance, where is the lethality of that vicious appearance.

Jian Wuxin laughed twice with some embarrassment, and quickly changed the topic, not continuing to discuss on this topic, "Sasha, this girl is not very old, and the entry time is short, and her cultivation is about to catch up with the third Wu Tianshan, but she is too naughty, giving me a headache and causing trouble everywhere." ”

Looking at the smiling appearance on Jian Wuxin's face, although he was blaming on his lips, he loved this girl named Sasha very much in his heart, and this sixth disciple of his own was also the youngest, not only was he young, but he was talented enough to learn swords, and even Jian Wuxin was amazed.

Xuantian Shura, who was dressed in a black robe on the side, heard the conversation between the two, and suddenly felt that Yixing Yanshan was a little bored, and he didn't say a word, he floated away, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Seeing Xuantian Shura Sword Wuxin drifting away, Jian Wuxin, who was originally smiling, suddenly sighed lightly, and the sound of sighing floated in this wide hall, slowly echoing.

"In recent years, my brother's temperament has become more and more eccentric. The white-robed man Jian Wuxuan frowned, and said with some concern.

"This can't be blamed on him, he has paid enough for the sect over the years, if it weren't for that thing back then, it wouldn't have changed like this now, and after three years later, after the outer disciples entered the inner gate, on the day of accepting the apprentices, let him accept an apprentice and teach patiently, lest he do nothing every day, either retreat and practice, or be in a daze, and live in memories and can't get out. Jian Wuxin's face was complicated, and he did feel a little painful for this junior brother, and he didn't believe it, no matter what he said, he didn't listen.

The competition in Xuantian Peak Square was still going on, and no one could have imagined that even the Xuantian Sword Sect Sect Sect Sect Sect

In the field, the tornado turned into the wind and frost in the sky was about to involve the two golden-veined dragons of the twin dragons playing with pearls, and the wind and frost turned into violent spiritual power made the vision more and more blurred, resisting everyone's eyeballs.

Bang!

I only heard a loud roaring sound, and saw a flashing white light like the most brilliant moment of fireworks, and then the qi wave of a mushroom cloud first entered people's field of vision, when the qi wave and the wind and frost caused by it gradually dissipated, and the spiritual power fluctuations in the field also disappeared suddenly, everyone finally saw a scene on the stone platform clearly.

I saw that Zhao Jiuge's black cloth belt that restrained his long hair had already fallen off, his hair was scattered, his face was pale with a little red, his eyes were staring at the opposite side viciously, his body seemed to be a little weak and shaky, and his spine still insisted on standing proudly.

And dozens of meters away from Zhao Jiuge, the scar boy had already fallen to the ground, like a dead dog, the languishing breath proved that he was still alive and not dead, the whole person's clothes had already been torn, and the white robe was covered with bloodstains, just like a white scroll painting with countless plum blossoms, dazzling and moving.

This stop has finally come to an end, who would have thought that the previously domineering Scar Boy would end up like this!

The scar boy's fingers moved slightly, and he fell to the ground, but he looked at Zhao Jiuge with a vicious and resentful look in his eyes, and saw the scar boy's stiff expression as a dead duck, and with a vain step, he slowly walked towards the scar boy who was lying on the ground like a lump of mud.

Hiss...

Everyone in the audience held their breath and gasped, the scar boy has not yet admitted defeat, so no one can stop this game, and now the scar boy obviously has no strength to fight again, although Zhao Jiuge is also shaky but much stronger than the scar boy, so what does Zhao Jiuge want to do now?