Soon, hundreds of people from Xuantian Peak came to the foot of Wuhua Peak, and the new disciples all jumped off the flying swords, and most of the flying swords were only one or two meters above the ground.

After the hundreds of disciples who participated in the training camp in Xuantian Peak fell one by one, the old disciple who was the first one in the church, and his appearance and temperament were a little majestic and stable, and he drove the flying sword slightly higher than the ground, and then chuckled, took a deep breath, and shouted with sharp eyes, "This training camp has officially begun, and the next thing is to see your performance, senior brother wishes you good luck, don't be beaten too badly, and hit the remaining two peak disciples to their heart's content." ”

The young man had just finished speaking with a little murderous seriousness, and raised his right arm with a wave, "Go!"

Hundreds of figures harnessed the flying sword as neatly as they came, heading towards Xuantian Peak Square.

On the way back, the young man with a majestic face asked a partner who came with him next to him, "Do you think these juniors and disciples can win the two peaks this time?" ”

The elderly companion next to him smiled bitterly and shook his head slightly, "How do I know, I hope they can play well and not lose the face of our Xuantian Peak." ”

After speaking, both of them sighed a little and looked into the distance.

When these senior brothers left, there was a short silence in the woods at the foot of Wuhua Peak Mountain, and the pleasant insects and birds in the forest at the beginning also disappeared with the arrival of everyone, and hundreds of disciples did not make a sound, just stood in place, you look at me, I look at you. Zhao Jiuge could clearly hear the sound of his heart beating.

After a long time, Mu Zijun still stood up, with a righteous face, "I hope that everyone will let go of their usual grievances, deal with the remaining two peak disciples together, and then everyone will go to the top of the mountain together, so that we will not be robbed of the colored flags and weaken our strength because we are alone."

"I still agree with what you said earlier, as for the back ones, I don't agree, everyone is moving too much together, and they can't quickly encircle and suppress the disciples on the opposite side, I hope that the weak ones will team up together to weaken the other party's disciples in the mountain peak as much as possible, and the two sides of the high strength will immediately rush to the top of the mountain, after all, in the end, it will depend on the disciples of the foundation building realm to decide the victory, I think, even if the other two peak disciples are too talented to be smart enough to have disciples of the spirit pill realm cultivation. Zhao Jiuge saw Mu Zijun standing up, and hurriedly refuted his method, and at the same time said what he thought in his heart.

Everyone thought for a moment, and finally Wang Million took a deep look at Zhao Jiuge, and said approvingly, "I think it makes sense, wait for the disciples who have not built the foundation realm to go together as much as possible, go to the mountains and forests to find the disciples of the other two peaks, and fight when they encounter those who have been beaten, snatch the colored flags as much as possible, and run away when they can't beat them, try not to be robbed of the colored flags on their waists, and then divide the foundation building realm cultivation into two groups, go straight to the top of the mountain, and meet the remaining two peak disciples on the way, and leave no one." In the end, Wang Million's words were cold.

After Mu Zijun and Bai Zimo next to him whispered a few words, he looked at Zhao Jiuge and said lightly, "This is okay." Wait a minute, you will take Leng Rufeng and Bai Qingqing in a group, we will be in a group of five, I advise you to be careful, and see you at the top of the mountain at the end, I don't want to see the few foundation building realms in the end, and I can't even reach the top of the mountain. Although he recognized the method proposed by Zhao Jiuge, there was a needle hidden in his words, and the yin and yang were weird.

"Who can't get to the top of the mountain, it's uncertain, we'll see. Zhao Jiuge said angrily disdainfully. Although the internal contradictions on weekdays have been abandoned for the time being because of the training camp, it does not mean that the two sides can shake hands and make peace. After speaking, Zhao Jiuge didn't even look at Mu Zijun, and came to Luo Xie.

"Wait a minute, you take dozens of them, try to pick up the remote road to guard those lone disciples, and then delay to the back, and finally rush to the top of the mountain. I believe that the other disciples of the two peaks are not stupid, and they will definitely go together, and when the time comes, they will rush up to the top of the mountain, and it will be safer for the time being. As for the rest, it's up to you to take matters into your own hands. Without losing your own bunting, take as many other people's bunting as you can, understand no. Zhao Jiuge whispered to Luo Xie.

Luo Xie secretly looked around a few times and nodded vigorously.

Seeing that Luo Xie had come down, Zhao Jiuge relieved himself, glanced around at the twenty or thirty teenagers, and finally said, "Then I'll leave with Leng Rufeng." Be careful yourself, it's still the same sentence, follow my brother and keep the meat to eat, and after this training camp, I guarantee that all of you will have a flying sword to take. ”

Zhao Jiuge didn't deliberately lower his voice when he said this, and the people around him heard it, causing a burst of laughter, and everyone looked at Zhao Jiuge with complicated eyes.

But Zhao Jiuge ignored these and left with Bai Qingqing, who had always been indifferent, and Leng Rufeng, who was a little relieved.

On the other side, Mu Zijun, Bai Zimo, Scar, Wang Million and Liu Ying'er, the five foundation building realms, also rushed to the top of the mountain in another direction, but Liu Ying'er looked back at Zhao Jiuge's back reluctantly from time to time.

Most of the remaining disciples were divided into two circles and walked together, and only a few disciples who usually practiced alone would go on and leave alone at this time. But such people are only a minority. Presumably, the situation on the other two peaks not far away is similar to here.

When everyone left, this mountain forest, which had not moved much before, suddenly burst into the sky, and nearly a third of the people took out the magic weapon in their hands, and the rest was nothing more than bare hands, after all, not everyone has a magic weapon, because it has only been two years.

The area where the aura flashed was in stark contrast to those who had just gone, but the eyes of those disciples who did not have a magic weapon in their hands were full of hope, and they believed that after this training camp, each of the disciples of their Xuantian Peak would be able to obtain the two hundred tributes in exchange for a lowest-level flying sword.

Just because of that sentence just now. Go with my brother, there is meat to eat.

It didn't take long for the forest to be completely silent, and there was no one left, only the withered yellow leaves on the ground that had been trampled on before, still crackling slightly.

A breeze blew and swept up the dead leaves and grass on the ground, and blew them, shaking the branches and petals of the surrounding trees by the wind.

As if they are also telling, this exciting three-peak training camp has officially begun!

And when these new disciples began to act.

Another mountain peak not far from Wuhua Peak is happening in a different scene.

At the top of an unnamed mountain, on a huge block of yellow-veined sandstone on the edge of a mountain cliff. Wearing a purple robe and having a youthful appearance, the palm sword Wuxin squinted at the depths of Wuhua Peak with vicissitudes of life, and carried his hands behind his back. The wind was strong at the top of the mountain, and he rolled up his long purple robe, but he still didn't move.

On the left, there is Jian Wuxi, who has always had a cold face and no emotion, but Jian Wuxie, who has been dressed in a black robe all the year round, is rare to be a little different today, and the eyes of some Mu Na rarely reveal a trace of interest.

On the right side, Jian Wuxuan, who was personable and had long hair lazily draped over his shoulders, had a faint smile on his face, and his charming Danfeng eyes looked into the depths of Wuhua Peak, and nodded from time to time. He can be said to be an unknown existence to the outside world, except for when he was young, he went out to experience a little and returned to the sect and never went out, resulting in none of the sects leaving his prestige, but now his strength is not weaker than the two senior brothers. Even if I have always had a heart that can't stand loneliness, I still haven't taken a step out of the sect and exists as the hole card of the sect.

The three of them are undoubtedly the high-level of Xuantian Peak, and the people in charge now, except for those elders who are cultivating in seclusion, belong to their highest authority. Among them, Jian Wuxuan is the most unpretentious, mingling with those disciples, and giving advice from time to time, which is deeply loved by the disciples.

And now, Jian Wuxin, as the head of the sect, came to watch today's training in person, which shows the importance of this training camp. Under normal circumstances, these powers can observe everything with their minds and minds, and they don't need to do anything else to come here.

The three of them all looked at the depths of Wuhua Peak, watching quietly, without a sound.

However, this silence was quickly broken, and there was no flash of inspiration, and no movement was heard, only a word was suddenly heard, and then four figures appeared next to the three of them.

"Haha, Coach, it's been a long time since I've seen you have such idle work and take care of these little guys' affairs in person. ”

As the words fell, a tall and burly middle-aged man wearing a white Confucian shirt, a scarf on his head, and a sword scabbard behind him looked at Jian Wuxin with a red smile on his face, but there was not much smile in those eyes.

Behind him was a middle-aged man in an ordinary black robe, with a slightly thin stature, who could not find any features without any expression on his face, and at this moment his hands were slightly hanging down, standing behind several of them.

"Haha, Du Zhangzuo is right, I see, if it weren't for the day of the training camp, it would be very rare to see the master. On the other side, an old man dressed in beige linen and gray hair echoed with a smile, but there seemed to be something in his words.

Behind the old man in beige linen, there was also an old man dressed in gray linen, but this old man was tall, not only lean, but also had a very characteristic hooked nose.

Seeing the four of them coming suddenly, the expressions of Jian Wuxian and Jian Wuxin sank, revealing unkind expressions, and both of them secretly frowned at each other.

In particular, Jian Wuxuan's brows furrowed even more, and his eyes looked at the burly man with a scarf on his head and a scabbard on his back with disgust, thinking about why Du Junping, the head of Xuanqi Peak, was here, and he also brought his own brother Du Jun.

This Du Junping looks like a burly man on the outside, but on the inside, he is like a woman, he is thoughtful, he is jealous and hateful, ruthless, and has bad water in his stomach. My heart was full of disgust for him.

As for the beige linen old man on the other side, Zhang Xu, the head of Xuanluo Peak, is a little stronger than Du Junping, and he is focused on the sect, but he has become more and more arrogant in the past few years, and he wants Xuanluo Peak to overwhelm Xuantian Peak, thinking about the position of the master, and behind him is his junior brother Ye Deyong. Although there is only one word between the seat and the teaching, the two are worlds apart.

Sect Leader Jian Wuxin did not have a calm face like Jian Wuxuan and the two of them, frowning. On the contrary, he didn't seem to see the expression of the other two peaks with a knife hidden in his smile, but he just smiled faintly, and his voice was a little ethereal on the top of the mountain, "These little guys are like the fresh blood of a sect, it is related to the foundation of a sect, and it is also related to the rise and fall of the sect in the next hundred years, how can I not care, don't the two masters have the same time to come here to see the situation." ”

Jian Wuxin was still in the same posture as before, and he didn't look back, and the wind on the top of the mountain howled, blowing his purple clothes, making her even more dusty.

The seven people on the top of the mountain, excluding those elders who were cultivating in seclusion, were undoubtedly the high-level leaders of the entire Xuantian Sword Sect, and now they all appeared here for the sake of this new disciple training.