The young woman named Su Nan said excitedly: "I know, I know, when I was a child, I often heard the legend of the Peerless Sword Saint in my hometown, but I didn't expect that I was so lucky to be lucky to be able to see the true face of this senior today! If you hadn't said it, I really didn't know that this senior Lu had such a demeanor back then, and he was worthy of being a hero respected by all sects! No wonder it can be used as the pride of the sect and set up here as a symbol of a faction!"

When the people around heard this, they looked up, and their hearts couldn't help but feel a touch of awe in their hearts for this ancient stone sculpture.

There is no way, the fame of the Peerless Sword Saint is too great, even if a hundred years have passed, his legend still deeply affects these younger generations, inspiring them, and they will become a big man with legendary experience like him in the future.

Mo Qingfeng pointed at Han Wenqing and scolded with a smile: "Han Wenqing, you kid, why do you talk so much nonsense! You are almost eliminated into an ordinary disciple, and you still have the face to brag here indiscriminately, if your father knows, you will have to suffer." ”

Han Wenqing puffed up his chest and said proudly: "How can I brag, what I said is the truth, isn't it? I have always treated the Peerless Sword Saint as an idol, and one day in the future, I believe that I will also be famous in the world!"

"You kid just blow it, the cow will let you blow it to the sky!" Mo Qingfeng couldn't help but tease.

Lu Chen stood in the crowd, without saying a word, staring at the statue of ancestor Lu Xuanfeng with his eyes, his fists clenched tightly, and he said silently in his heart: "Ancestor, have you seen it? You can rest assured, the glory of the 'Peerless Sword Saint' back then, the descendants will definitely bloom it on this Kyushu continent again, definitely!"

Ji Yun on the side said contemptuously: "Hmph, what is there to be proud of, the Peerless Sword Saint has become history, his descendants are all incompetent, it is said that three years ago, the descendants of the Lu family were washed with blood overnight, and no one was left behind, completely cut off children and grandchildren, and no one carried the banner of the 'Peerless Sword Saint' anymore." ”

"What, Ji Yun, do you think you have the strength to become the next Peerless Sword Saint?" Han Wenqing heard this, and immediately sneered.

Ji Yun hugged his arms and said coldly: "God is very fair, we were born, we were on the same starting line, the Peerless Sword Saint could do it back then, that proves that everyone can create miracles!"

"Hmph, it's ridiculous, I don't know where you got the confidence to dare to say such big things!" Han Wenqing sneered disdainfully.

"Don't speculate for more than half a sentence!" Ji Yun didn't argue with him, just said a cold word, then walked to the side and said no more.

'Knock''...

At this moment, a melodious and powerful ancient bell suddenly sounded from the direction of the main hall of Suojian Mountain, three in a row, echoing between the mountains, and spreading far away, as if hitting the depths of the soul, making people's mood gradually become quiet and ethereal.

"Morning bell and dusk drum!" Mo Qingfeng looked up in the direction of the main hall and showed a faint smile.

After the three melodious bells rang slowly, groups of Sword Sect disciples dressed in white and blue robes rushed out of the mountain gate and hurried towards the main hall of Lock Sword Mountain from the direction of the four courtyards. From a distance, there is a mighty line on the chain bridge, and the figures are densely packed, rubbing shoulders, as if rushing to the market.

In just a few moments, this large group of people and horses were neatly arranged into four huge phalanxes on the white hall, like a general traveling to inspect the army, incomparably majestic and mighty.

The three phalanxes are composed of white-robed disciples, neatly in a line, and the front is a phalanx composed of blue-robed disciples alone, overlooking from a high altitude, showing the formation of the word 'pin', the scene is magnificent and majestic.

The momentum of one of the eight major sects is vividly displayed.

Being able to become a member of the Sword Sect and seeing such a spectacular scene, I couldn't help but feel a lot of pride in my heart.

'Yo', suddenly, a pleasant bird cry sounded from the Wolong Mountain Range, and then, a dreamlike cyan bird phantom glided from a distance at extreme speed, slowly skimming over the heads of the eight thousand disciples, and immediately attracted countless pairs of hot and respectful eyes.

"Divine Beast Qingluan!" Lu Chen's eyes stared at the fantastic flying bird phantom that slowly swept through the sky, and he was shocked in his heart, he didn't expect that in the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect, there was actually an innate demon beast with the blood of a divine beast, which was incredible.

"Look, who is that person, what a big show!" The sturdy man named Zhou Wu seemed to have discovered something, pointing to the beautiful figure sitting cross-legged on the back of the divine beast 'Qingluan', with a look of surprise.

Han Wenqing said with a smile: "That's the chief disciple of the Sword Sect, and the only daughter of the head of the sect, Senior Sister Murong Ziyun!"

"Wow, what a magnificent, a fairy descends to earth!" Liu Yue and several of their female disciples watched this scene with wide eyes, envious.

The woman sitting on Qingluan's back jumped down from Qingluan's body, wearing a goose-yellow gauze skirt and landing, with a green silk hanging down to her waist, and a delicate golden hairpin inserted in her bun, like a peony blooming in the sun, her elegant posture attracted a group of sect disciples below to be fascinated!

"Morning exercise as usual, don't slack off!" Murong Ziyun's beautiful eyes like autumn water looked around the audience, and then his lips opened lightly, and a cold voice spread throughout the square.

She has a typical goose egg face, delicate facial features, flawless fair skin like a shelled tender lychee, white and red, and a noble temperament like a princess of the dynasty, which makes people dare not blaspheme. The demeanor is elegant, and the beautiful figure of the slim and elegant stands above the main hall, stirring the restless admiration in the chests of countless male disciples.

"Yes!" nearly 8,000 disciples said in unison, their voices resounding through the heavens and the earth, full of momentum.

Murong Ziyun casually ordered, then turned around and walked into the main hall.

Lu Chen and his party were at the edge of the square, looking at this scene stupidly, and they were distracted.

"It's so beautiful, it's like a fairy!"

"If only I could marry her, how nice it would be!"

"Well, those who are dressed in fancy clothes are not as good as the cuihua next door to my village!"

When Lu Chen and his entourage heard Ou Lei say this, they suddenly couldn't laugh or cry, what kind of vision does this person have!

"You dirt bun, can your family's cuihua compare with the senior sister, it's far behind, okay?" Han Wenqing glared at the little eyes and scolded Wu Lei angrily.

"Haha, this stupid boy probably hasn't seen a woman before!"

"Your family Cuihua, how are you dressed!"

The people around him turned their heads around Uray, and pointed at him and began to joke, if it were someone else in the sect, it was estimated that they would have to beat him into a pig's head.

"Hey-ha" "Hey-ha"...

Under Mu Ziyun's instructions, the eight thousand disciples were led by several purple-robed disciples above, and began to practice holding swords, one move and one style, very standard, and the shouts resounded in the sky, deafening.

The same movements, the same sword moves, thousands of people practicing at the same time, what kind of scene is it, as if the army can exercise, the momentum is magnificent, and the blood of the direct teaching is boiling.

The young man named Zhou Wu rushed to Mo Qingfeng on the side and asked, "Senior brother, may I ask them what they are doing here?"

"Martial arts exercises, I forgot to tell you, this is a tradition that has been passed down within the sect for hundreds of years, aiming to carry forward the spirit of martial arts and cultivate the cohesion of the sect's disciples!" Mo Qingfeng explained with a smile.

"In the future, you will also be one of them!"

"Really, it's so handsome!"

"I feel like my blood is boiling!"

"Being able to cultivate in such a sect is like a dream, it's incredible!"

Mo Qingfeng looked at the newcomer he brought in, with a look of joy and excitement, and a touch of pride welled up in his chest.

After the half-pillar incense, after the morning exercise, thousands of disciples began to disperse, and walked towards their respective mountain ranges one after another.

Looking at Lu Chen and the newcomers, his expression was full of a strong sense of superiority.

Mo Qingfeng casually summoned five blue-robed disciples and pointed to a group of people behind Lu Chen: "These are ordinary disciples who have just passed the assessment, Yan Zifeng, you go and arrange them, and by the way, take them to familiarize themselves with the mountain gate." ”

"Yes, Senior Brother Mo!" one of the blue-robed disciples nodded in response.

Then he turned to look at the group of people behind Lu Chen, and said in a deep voice: "You come with me!"

After those ordinary disciples who passed the assessment followed the blue-robed disciples, there were still ten elite disciples left in the same place.

Mo Qingfeng looked at Lu Chen and them at this time, and said loudly: "You elite disciples, before you go up the mountain, Elder Song has already made arrangements. Yuexiu, Liu Yue, and Su Nan will practice in the Vermilion Bird Academy in the future, and all of them are female disciples, so they don't have to worry about other problems. Ji Yun, Lu Chen, and Qu Qingyang went to Qinglong Academy, Zhou Wu, Tiemuhai went to White Tiger Courtyard, and Wu Lei and Han Wenqing went to Xuanwu Academy!"

"Senior Brother Xie!" Lu Chen and the others thanked him.

Mo Qingfeng said to the four blue-robed disciples waiting on the side: "Tang Shijie, Mu Lan, Wang Lin, Zhou Qing, the four of you take them to their respective mountain gates to familiarize themselves, and by the way, let them visit the first elder and inform them of the rules of the mountain gate!"

"Yes, Senior Brother Mo!" the four blue-robed disciples replied respectfully.

Mo Qingfeng nodded, turned around and admonished all the newcomers: "Okay, everyone, I have made all the arrangements that should be made, you are all good at yourself, it depends on you whether you can get ahead or not!"

"Especially Ji Yun and Lu Chen, the two of you, as well as Qu Qingyang, Elder Song is very optimistic about you, the reason why the two of you were assigned to the Qinglong Academy was all arranged by Elder Song!" Mo Qingfeng pointed at Ji Yun and Lu Chen.

Lu Chen and Ji Yun glanced at each other and felt a little surprised.

Han Wenqing next to him congratulated Lu Chen: "Congratulations to Brother Lu, you have just entered the Sword Sect and won the favor of Elder Song, and your future is immeasurable." Especially the Qinglong Temple, there is a Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, and there are many geniuses. If Brother Lu flies in the future, he will forget about me!"

Lu Chen touched his nose and said with a wry smile: "Don't talk so early, it's still unknown what I'll be like myself!"

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