After listening to Ye Lingchuan's explanation, Wen Lun was stunned, silent for a long time, and exhaled deeply.

"You are truly my apprentice. ”

The master and apprentice looked at each other speechlessly, and a feeling of sympathy rose in their hearts. Frowning, Wen Lun opened his mouth and asked, "Divine Sense is the weakness of my sword cultivation, and there are very few secret methods in this area in the door, so this matter is not easy to solve." ”

"Then take your time, maybe one day I will be enlightened. Shrugging his shoulders, Ye Lingchuan said helplessly.

"How far can you practice this exercise now?"

"It's only given to the late stage of Yudan, and then there is no more. Feeling the extra exercises in his mind, Ye Lingchuan replied.

"Any moves?"

"Now there are only two moves, a sword mixed yuan and a heavenly yuan slash. Ye Lingchuan spread his hands.

"Oh, can you do it now?" Wen Lun said hurriedly.

Looking at the use of these two styles, Ye Lingchuan nodded, feeling that it was not too difficult.

Pulling out the cyan long sword on his back, Ye Lingchuan stood up and pulled a sword flower. Feeling the spiritual power in his body, Ye Lingchuan tried to infuse the spiritual power into the long sword in his hand. Because it was the first time, after failing a few times, Ye Lingchuan found his senses, his right hand was lightly relaxed, and he stabbed forward, only to see a cyan sword light emitting from the tip of the sword, stabbing on the grass on the side.

Wen Lun looked at it intently, but he couldn't help but look stunned.

The flowers and plants on the whole meadow swayed, and it was peaceful, and there was no difference at all from before. You must know that Qinglian Peak does not have any formations, and this flower and plant is an ordinary flower and plant. The two searched carefully for a long time, only to see that there was a small circular hole in the petals of a flower.

There was a deathly silence.

"It's okay, isn't there another trick? Wen Lun swallowed and foamed, his mouth a little dry.

Ye Lingchuan nodded awkwardly, raised the long sword in his hand, and ran the exercises, the spiritual power in the air was absorbed on the tip of the sword, and with a wave of his right hand, the long sword smashed to the ground.

Looking at the small pit that appeared on the ground, the two people stood there silently, and there was a dead silence in the air. Wen Lun opened his mouth, only to feel that his throat was dry and he couldn't speak.

It's too weak!

Compared with this exercise, his Jiuxiao Decisive can still fight with monks, and Ye Lingchuan is estimated to only be able to fight with mortals. After a long silence, Wen Lun slowly spoke.

"Apprentice, I want to ask you something. ”

"Huh?"

"You're thick-skinned, are you thick enough? ”

......

Looking at Ye Lingchuan who was standing there, Wen Lun opened his mouth and said, "Okay, don't sigh there, get ready to prepare, tomorrow is the entrance ceremony." ”

"Primer?"

"Don't you think you're too casual to get started? The entrance ceremony is a welcome ceremony for you new disciples. Get ready, the primer is over, and your nightmare is about to begin. ”

Before Ye Lingchuan could ask, Wen Lun turned around and walked into the cave. With a sigh, Ye Lingchuan sat down cross-legged again, and continued to comprehend the mysterious qi that he didn't know where.

Time came to the next day in a blink of an eye. On this day, the new disciples of each peak were all dressed up and came to Tianxing Square. Standing on Tianxing Square, Ye Lingchuan's eyes were red and his face was sleepy. He didn't sleep all night last night, but there was still no trace of that Xuanqi. Ye Lingchuan, who was yawning, looked at the disciples of the various peaks beside him with serious expressions, a little listless.

After waiting for a while, just when Ye Lingchuan was about to fall asleep, a figure appeared in the sky above the square. All the disciples looked up at the old man standing in the air.

"Old man Jianmen Yan Jiang. A voice sounded like thunder, and Ye Lingchuan suddenly looked at Yan Jiang above his head.

"The Sword Gate has been established for more than 3,000 years, not cultivating other things, not seeking other methods, only cultivating a long sword, only seeking a sword technique, more than 3,000 years, has not changed!

Ye Lingchuan's eyes were in a trance, the entire Tianxing Square disappeared, and what appeared in front of him was a fog that could not be seen clearly.

"You, why do you cultivate the sword?"

A fluctuating voice came into Ye Lingchuan's mind, and a touch of confusion appeared in his eyes.

"I, why do you cultivate swords?"

The fog in front of him became thicker and thicker, and the voice in his head became more and more urgent, which made Ye Lingchuan's mind hurt. At this moment, scenes flashed through his mind. The purple-veined python as thick as a bucket, Chen Chong who took away himself, the lost memory, Wen Lun who gambled his life, Liu Qingcang's divine thoughts in his mind, anger, powerlessness, and unwillingness all kinds of feelings rose from the bottom of Ye Lingchuan's heart. Thinking back on these pictures, Ye Lingchuan's eyes gradually dissipated with confusion, replaced by a touch of firmness that could not be changed.

"I'm going to be stronger. ”

"I want to be strong in this world, no one can let me do what I don't want to do, there is no place I can't go, no one can stop my pace!"

"I'm going to get stronger!"

The fog in front of him suddenly dissipated, and Tianxing Square appeared in front of Ye Lingchuan's eyes again. Looking at the disciples who were waking up in front of him, Yan Jiang nodded and said: "The method of asking the heart, pointing directly to the original heart, wait for the sword heart to be decided, in the future, you should uphold the sword heart and be brave and diligent." ”

"The rules of the sword gate, you have to wait for the master to teach. The old man is here, and he only teaches me one sword training that has not changed for the eternity!"

Yan Jiang waved his sleeves, and his voice was like a big bell in Hong Lu, resounding throughout the Sword Gate.

"When you enter my sword gate, you should be a sword cultivator. ”

"People say a combination of rigidity and softness, and the road can be expected. But I will say, "

"Wrong! Wrong! Wrong!"

"You should remember, our sword cultivation will stand up to the sky and the earth!"

"Sword, rather bend than bend! Sword cultivation, rather die than yield!"

"All the injustices in my heart, all the thousands of laws in the world. ”

"Slash!"

"Hum!" Yan Jiang pulled out the long sword on his back, and a sound of sword roaring like gold and iron intersecting resounded between the heaven and earth.

The faces of the Sword Sect disciples in the entire square showed a touch of fanaticism, their faces turned red, and their eyes looked at Yan Jiang in the sky with blazing eyes.

Ye Lingchuan's heart swelled with shock, and a trace of pride rose inexplicably. Is this sword cultivation, Ye Lingchuan felt that his blood was boiling a little, and the green glow on his back seemed to be trembling slightly, as if expressing his joy.

Retracting the long sword, a smile appeared on Yan Jiang's originally serious face.

"Welcome, disciples of the Sword Sect. ”

"This is the end of the introductory canon, let's disperse all the peaks, just don't forget, a hundred battles on the sword. As soon as the words fell, Yan Jiang turned into a long rainbow and flew towards Jianmen Peak.

In the excitement and apprehension of the conversation in the square, Ye Lingchuan only felt in his heart that this primer was a little simpler. But he didn't know that his nightmare was about to begin.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, Ye Lingchuan has been practicing in the Sword Gate for a year. Thinking back to his life this year, Ye Lingchuan shook his head with a wry smile and walked towards Qinglian Peak. The other disciples he met along the way pointed at him from time to time, and their eyes were full of strange looks.

"Isn't this Ye Lingchuan, tsk, I heard that he lost again today. ”

"In that case, wouldn't you win a single game?"

"Hehe, what kind of Ten Swords disciple, that's it. ”

In the face of everyone's discussion, Ye Lingchuan didn't hear it, and walked forward without squinting.

After the disciples of the Sword Sect entered, they had to fight with the same batch of disciples for a hundred times before they really entered the door, which is what Yan Jiang said about the hundred battles of the sword. And the results in these 100 sword battles are also the best demonstration of a person's strength.

In a year's time, Ye Lingchuan's cultivation was unsurprisingly still at the level of condensation, and the spiritual vein of Qinglian Peak wanted to let himself go to another level, I am afraid that a hundred years of cultivation would not be enough. And the comprehension of Xuan Qi has also made no progress, he has a strong spiritual power, but he can only use a sword Mixed Yuan and Tian Yuan Slash. It's not that he hasn't thought about changing the exercises, after all, no matter how powerful the exercises are, he can't cultivate them, and he is blind. But when he went to ask Wen Lun, Wen Lun told him that it was okay to change, but he had to find another exercise that was more powerful than the Mixed Yuan Sword Technique, otherwise he would not be able to cultivate a new exercise, which was a law discovered in the immortal cultivation world for tens of thousands of years.

Ye Lingchuan's heart felt desperate, where could he go to find another copy of the Heavenly Yun Dao Decision, there was no choice but to continue cultivating. And then came the nightmare.

100 games of sword, 100 defeats.

When he lost the first game, the entire Sword Gate felt that it was an accident. And when he lost the second game, there were still many people in the entire Sword Gate who thought it was an accident. But when he lost all the way to the tenth game, everyone understood. This No. 1 genius of the Sword Sect chose the same path as his master, and cultivated a technique that was said to be powerful, but it was actually weak.

From then on, when the disciples of each peak lost confidence in themselves, they would be sent to fight with Ye Lingchuan, and then after that disciple won, his master said with a smile on his face: "Very good, believe in yourself, remember, you are the first day you defeated the Sword Sect, come on!", completely ignoring the disgraced Ye Lingchuan on the side.

Not surprisingly, Ye Lingchuan became the second and weakest disciple of the Ten Swords of the Sword Sect, and was known as the Waste Wood Master and Apprentice along with his master.

With a long breath and shaking his head, Ye Lingchuan put away his thoughts and walked onto Qinglian Peak. When he walked up to the peak, what appeared in front of him was Wen Lun who nodded and bowed, and Yan Jiang who was sitting in front of the cave.

Yan Jiang was very angry in his heart, so his face was also very dark. When Ye Lingchuan lost to the fifth game, he couldn't help but go to the senior brother in charge, and he was angry in his heart, thinking that Wen Lun must have let Ye Lingchuan also cultivate the same bullshit as him. But when he finished speaking, the white-robed young man just smiled faintly.

"He's not cultivating the Nine Heavens. ”

"What's that?" Yan Jiang was stunned.

"I don't know. The white-robed young man said with a smile.

"Then you're still laughing at your fart, senior brother! It must be Wen Lun, what kind of bullshit and other exercises are hidden in his Qinglian Peak. Yan Jiang's face turned dark, and his eyes flashed with fire.

"It wasn't given by Wen Lun, Wen Lun wouldn't do such a thing. And that exercise is not owned by my Sword Sect, so do you understand?" the white-robed young man looked at Yan Jiang and said.

"Senior brother, are you saying that the exercise is that kid's own?" Yan Jiang frowned.

"It should be. Yan Jiang, do you think that kid is a fool?"

"Hmph, it's not smart anyway. ”

"That's enough. He is extremely talented, there is no need to gamble like Wen Lun, so why do you say he chose this pitifully weak exercise?" Seeing that Yan Jiang frowned and didn't speak, the white-robed young man shook his head and smiled: "I said that Tianxingzi's path has to be walked by himself, and since he has chosen, he must have his reasons." If one day he can't get through, we will help him again, but when he hasn't given up yet, we have to believe him. ”

Just because of Senior Brother's words, even if Ye Lingchuan lost again and again, Yan Jiang resisted his impulse and did not kill Qinglian Peak. Looking at Ye Lingchuan, who was a little embarrassed in front of him, Wen Lun couldn't help but snort coldly.

"Hmph, our Sword Gate only came back on the first day. Why, I lost again today as expected?"

"Slightly worse, slightly worse. Ye Lingchuan looked ashamed and said embarrassedly.

Looking at him like this, Yan Jiang couldn't help but feel angry in his heart, thinking of the purpose of his coming, he had to suppress his anger and raise his hand to shake it.

"Take it. ”

Looking at the jade slip in his hand, Ye Lingchuan cautiously asked, "That, ancestor, what is this?"

I saw that Yan Jiang's face was even darker, and a trace of sound was squeezed out from between his teeth.

"See for yourself!"