In the main hall of Sword Casting Peak, the entrance ceremony for new disciples is underway. Because the master of the Sword Casting Peak traveled abroad, the senior brother Jianya accepted the apprentice on behalf of the master. The new disciple Lu Xingchen is a disciple of the first generation, ranked seventh, and temporarily lives with the sixth senior sister to learn the basic methods of the sect.

This caused quite a stir among the second generation of disciples. Some disciples have already begun to test in their hearts, wanting to see if Lu Xingchen has the potential and strength to become a generation of disciples.

At that moment, a voice rang out, "I don't want to see the following crimes, you know?" He had been watching the performance of the disciples below, so he knew what those second- and third-generation disciples were thinking.

Hearing Jianya's words, among the three generations of disciples, some of their faces suddenly changed, and they were uncertain.

Regardless of them, at the same time, the old man who entered the entrance worshiped a second-generation disciple as his teacher, and the entrance ceremony ended. Before leaving, the old man smiled and said to Lu Xingchen. An old man calls an eight-year-old child his teacher, which would be jaw-dropping if it were placed in the mundane. But no one cares here, because this old man shouldn't have passed, he is too old and lacks potential. If it weren't for the rules that had been set, the old man would not be qualified to stand here.

At night, Lu Xingchen, who had returned to his room, was looking at the sky. As time passed, his gaze drifted away, and when he almost lost his light, he suddenly lit up.

"This is the third level, this is the condition for passing the level, it is to survive for three years, wait, how is it possible?" Just now, Lu Xingchen regained his memory, and he is now in the third level. An unknown world, after fusing the memories of this body, his expression became very strange.

Because in the memory of this body, the masked woman in white and fluttering, his sixth senior sister turned out to be extremely similar to his teammate Ji Mingfei. Could it be that Ji Mingfei is a woman, or is it a coincidence? Or is he the only one in this third level? Just as Lu Xingchen was guessing, a figure appeared beside him, and he didn't even notice it.

"Stars. Looking at the stars in a daze, someone called out, and the voice was very good.

"Mingfei?" Xingchen asked tentatively.

"Yes, it's me. The person who came said calmly.

"Really, what's your voice?" Xingchen was a little confused.

"Voice change, the basis of transfiguration. The voice of the visitor became indistinguishable from that of the stars, and then returned to a female voice: "Surprised, isn't it?"

"Well, it's unexpected, and this disguise technique is quite interesting. Xingchen replied, digressing the subject, trying to avoid embarrassment.

"It is estimated that your passing conditions are also to survive for three years, and there is time to teach you in these three years. In addition, after I go out, I am not allowed to pass on my identity. She didn't explain much, and after being dull for a while, she continued, "My real name, Concubine Ji Ming." As he spoke, his fingers traced the order in which the names were written in the air, and a streamer left three words in the air with the tips of his fingers.

After the three words of Concubine Ji Ming flickered in the air for a while, they slowly turned into points of light and flew towards the stars with the wind to dissipate. The bright moon in the starry sky slowly fell into the mountains of the west.

The new life of the Sword Casting Peak belonging to Lu Xingchen has begun.

A month later, the master of the Sword Casting Peak returned from a trip, and when he returned, he brought two people, a teenager and a girl of different races. These two were two new disciples he had taken in outside. When Concubine Ji Ming and Xingchen saw these two people, the air suddenly condensed, and the embarrassing atmosphere was highlighted, it turned out to be the elf girls Rhine and Dijon. Because of this, Xingchen directly became the ninth disciple in a generation of disciples, after all, he did not personally meet the master of Sword Casting Peak. Regardless of the name, the two of them were shocked, and they always looked at Concubine Ji Ming, who was wearing women's clothes, intentionally or unintentionally, but they didn't say anything.

That night, the four of them got together. Di Rong didn't ask about Concubine Ji Ming's identity, but Lai Yin'er always wanted to reach out and pinch Concubine Ji Ming, as if she wanted to give the other party a physical examination.

At the end of the party, Lai Yin'er insisted on staying in the same room as Concubine Ji Ming. After the two left, Di Rong suddenly muttered in a low voice, "I don't know what will happen to these two guys tonight......?"

Xingchen glanced at Di Rong with disdain, what is there to blush about? Just go back and rest, what can happen? After a cultivator achieves innateness, resting at night is just a habit, and it does not have to rest, it is generally used to meditate and pranayama.

Casting Sword Peak Hidden Cave, Casting Sword Peak Master Xuan Yun has a sword suspended in front of him, and a cloud character on the hilt of the sword is engraved on it, which is the natal divine weapon that he personally refined. Now, all he has to do is improve the quality of the Natal Divine Weapon as soon as possible.

His master, the treasure of the town sect left by the ancestor of the sect, has been divided into three, and now he has his own master. Therefore, the situation at this time seems to be calm, but there is an undercurrent. The treasure of the town faction could not exert its original strength, and the grade of his natal divine weapon did not improve in time. Those two old fellows should have sensed it, and they certainly wouldn't let this opportunity go by.

After the master ascended, for the sake of the sect's inheritance, the Sword Casting Peak no longer participated in external disputes. He was in charge of the treasure of the town faction, and he was shocked for a while. At present, the contradictions between the other two factions are becoming more and more intense, but there is no full-scale dispute that can break out. The reason is that the existence of the Sword Casting Peak, if they don't erase the Sword Casting Peak, where will they put their hearts to attack each other with all their might.

Alas, the storm is coming. However, all this, the four of Xingchen were not clear, only Concubine Ji Ming noticed that something was wrong, but she did not say anything.

Time flies, two years have passed, and in these two years, Xingchen, Concubine Ji Ming, and Rhine have mastered the integration of the three swords of the sun, moon and stars under the guidance of the master of Sword Casting Peak. Three swords in one, the sky is revealed. It's a pity that the three of them can't achieve a perfect unity of mind and can't exert the power of the Celestial Sword.

The gloomy cloud between the eyebrows of the master of Sword Casting Peak could not be dispersed for a long time. In his eyes, there was a surging undercurrent. In the past year, near Sword Casting Peak, almost half of the forces in the mortal world have changed, and the three generations of disciples of the Sword Casting Peak sect have frequently descended the mountain to interfere with mortal disputes and maintain their hidden influence in the mortal world. In the midst of this dispute, two other factions loomed.

The undercurrent in his eyes disappeared, and the master of Sword Casting Peak looked at the eldest disciple who was waiting beside him, "Jianya, recall the disciple and open the mountain sealing array." ”

"Yes, Master. Jian Ya replied, he just wanted to withdraw, but suddenly thought of something, so he spoke again: "What about those mortal forces that are related to us?"

"Tell Jian Feng to deal with it, he knows what to do!" After speaking, the master of Sword Casting Peak retracted his gaze. Jianya had no choice but to retreat.