I don't know if it was influenced by Bai Ze, but among the eleven disciples who passed the inner disciple selection this time, another three also chose to practice the "Dragon Yin Sword Song Technique", which is unique in the test in recent years.

Three days later, Xinghe Zhenren officially opened the altar at the top of Jiuxiao Peak to accept disciples and preach.

The four new disciples stood in front of him, and the other Nine Sky Peak disciples were all on both sides.

The excitement in the eyes of Xinghe Zhenren couldn't be concealed, among the four disciples, two of them were the cultivation of the eighth layer of "Condensation", Bai Ze made a breakthrough in the road to the sky, and now he is the cultivation of the first layer of "Controlling Things", and there is also a disciple named Zhang Yansheng, who has actually reached the realm of the third layer of "Controlling Things", and among the many disciples in this test, his cultivation is second only to Yang Wushuang.

"The four of you will be my disciples of Jiuxiao Peak from today, the road of cultivation is long, you must be brave and diligent, indomitable, and win glory for my Jiuxiao Peak!"

Xinghe Zhenren didn't like clichés, and after a few simple explanations, he began to explain the basic knowledge of "Dragon Yin Sword Song" to them.

"The Dragon Yin Sword Song Technique is a supreme sword technique, pointing directly to the Great Dao of Heaven, and paying attention to condensing a peerless sword qi in the body......"

The excitement of the real people of Xinghe spoke straight for an hour.

This is a pain for a few new disciples, Xinghe Zhenren said too many points, and he didn't have time to understand them thoroughly in a hurry, so he could only memorize them by rote!

As the only sword technique among the thirteen peers of the Heavenly Dao, the Dragon Yin Sword Song Technique is so profound, how can it be grasped casually by a new disciple?

Xinghe Zhenren finally had his enjoyment, and casually pointed to one of the four new disciples and said, "You two, demonstrate how to condense a sword qi in your body. ”

The cultivation of those two disciples was already low, and they had been memorizing what Xinghe Zhenren had said, and they had long been dizzy, and they were immediately dumbfounded when they heard Xinghe Zhenren's request.

Seeing that the two disciples were submissive, Xinghe Zhenren was a little dissatisfied, and pointed at Zhang Yansheng: "You come!"

Zhang Yansheng had the highest cultivation among the four, and when he heard this, he was shocked, and he thought that the opportunity to show his face had come.

Before he started, he had been practicing swordsmanship, and Xinghe Zhenren said so much just now, although he also knew a little about it, but he was confident that he could still give it a try.

Zhang Yansheng immediately took a step forward, condensed the true qi of his whole body, and headed towards the dantian.

Condensing the true qi of the whole body into a sword qi is easier said than done! To maintain the condensation of the true qi and also to take into account the sharpness of the sword qi, Zhang Yansheng tried for a long time and succeeded in several dangerous situations, but he fell short at the last moment, and made himself sweat.

"I don't believe in evil!" Zhang Yansheng was ruthless, and was about to continue, when he suddenly heard a sword sound behind him, and when he looked back, he saw Bai Ze's face happy, and a sword aura glowing with pale golden light was suspended in front of him, swimming around his body as he wished, as if he was alive.

Bai Zezhi didn't mean to steal his limelight, but after listening to it for so long, he was so excited that he couldn't help but give it a try, who knew that he would succeed at one time!

Xinghe Zhenren said so much at once, and the other three were all half-understood and memorized, but Bai Ze really heard it in his heart.

After receiving half a month's "training" from seven sword spirit boys in the sword mound, and having the fairy sword yaksha in his body, Bai Ze's talent in the sword path is naturally far from being comparable to others.

Seeing that this apprentice who had high hopes for himself once again surprised him, Xinghe Zhenren was open-minded, laughed and got up to leave, and the other disciples picked up to congratulate Bai Ze, only Zhang Yansheng frowned, quite unconvinced!

After condensing this sword qi, all that remains is water grinding, meditating every day, absorbing the aura of heaven and earth to refine itself, and at the same time strengthening this peerless sword qi, when it grows to a certain extent, it will have a certain spiritual sense, and then you can start to practice the "Dragon Yin Sword Song Technique" with confidence!

Everyone gradually dispersed, and Bai Ze also returned to his small courtyard, and in addition to the excitement in his heart, he suddenly thought of the music score.

Although he was only hurriedly flipping through the scripture pavilion, Bai Ze was also sure that there must be a mystery in the score, maybe it was another chance!

As soon as he thought of this, Bai Ze couldn't sit still, and seeing that there was no one around, he secretly walked out of his yard and walked towards the back mountain.

There is a bamboo forest in the back mountain, Bai Ze found a slender bamboo and spent half an hour making a bamboo flute.

Bai Ze has been fond of music since he was a child, especially good at playing the flute, and in recent years, he has either faced life and death struggles and many tests every day, or he has meditated and practiced, absorbing the qi of the golden essence, but he has abandoned this hobby!

The sound of the flute sounds, Qingyue is melodious, like a stream slowly sliding through people's hearts, and for a time spring flowers bloom and birds contend.

Seeing that it was the place where the problem had occurred before, Bai Ze was extra careful this time, but it was useless, the palpitation feeling of the blood and blood tumbling hit again, and after a few notes, it returned to normal, but it didn't take long for the nasty feeling to strike again, repeated several times, and stirred a good song to pieces.

"Why is this?" Bai Ze's stubborn temper came up: "I don't believe that there is such an evil flute in this world!"

Bai Ze put the bamboo flute to his mouth again, and concentrated on playing it, seeing that he was about to blow those few weird notes again, Bai Ze turned his heart sideways, transported the true qi in the dantian to his throat, and blew it down.

The flute suddenly rose up, and then suddenly seemed to lose its breath, and instantly became dull, and Bai Ze only felt that the true qi was rebounding back with a trend that was several times more violent, pouring down his throat and piercing into the dantian.

The true qi in the body was like a scoop of cold water poured into a pot of boiling oil, boiling and exploding in an instant, Bai Ze only felt a sharp pain in the meridians, and the true qi was divergent, and it was the end of going mad.

At this moment, the familiar sound of "ding dong" came from the depths of the bamboo forest, the sound of the piano was cold and elegant, but it seemed to have infinite attraction, and the true qi that drilled into Bai Ze's body seemed to be summoned, and wisps of it came out of his body.

There seemed to be ripples in the air, and the sound of the true qi and the sound of the moon condensation collided in the air, bursting out with sparks that were invisible to the naked eye.

Gradually, the sound of the piano gained the upper hand, and the true qi lost its replenishment, and finally dissipated into the wind.

After a while, Bai Ze finally regained control of the true qi in his body, and hurriedly bowed deeply in the direction where the sound of the piano came from: "Thank you Senior Sister Yuening for helping!"

The sound of the piano rang twice in succession, as if to return the salute, and then gradually subdued, and the aftermath lingered, and finally disappeared.

It seems that Yue Ning doesn't seem to want to see people.

Bai Ze didn't dare to disturb him, and naturally he didn't dare to practice the weird music score anymore, so he inserted the bamboo flute back into his waist, and took three steps and two steps back to his room.

After meditating all night, he had nothing to do, and at the same hour on the second day, an irrepressible desire somehow came from the bottom of his heart, and he wanted to play another song, and the more this desire was suppressed, the more powerful it became.

"How can you cultivate like this?, let's go play for a while, but this time I resolutely don't need to be really angry!" Bai Ze finally couldn't resist this temptation, and secretly ran to the back mountain again.