Bai Ze is not a mud bodhisattva, being said so, it is inevitable that there is a fire in his heart, and suddenly Yu Hai's voice came from the bottom of his heart: "Senior Brother Bai, don't be impulsive, the following is the selection meeting of the inner disciples, don't cause trouble before that, so as not to be caught!"

This is a secret spell, but unfortunately Bai Ze can't do it yet, so he can only listen to it, not say it.

After listening to Yu Hai's persuasion, Bai Ze reluctantly suppressed the anger in his heart, and asked Yu Hai with his eyes, "Senior Brother Yu, who is this?"

Yu Hai quickly understood what Bai Ze meant, and said: "This person's name is Tingxi, and he is also an ordinary character in Linggui Peak, but his elder brother Tingquan is a powerful person, and now he is a cultivator in the realm of "Ming surname", and Senior Brother Ling Hebi and Senior Sister Yue Ning are called the three masters of the disciples of the Heavenly Dao Sect in this generation. ”

Yu Hai's tone also revealed his disdain for Tingxi, the disciples of Spirit Turtle Peak have always had a problem, they are self-righteous, and they don't take other peak disciples in their eyes, so they have never been welcome.

"At the age of sixteen, he has only reached the realm of controlling things, and this talent is average, how great do you really think it is?" Mo Xuan and Tingxi's bickering continued.

"It's not a big deal, but at least it's a hundred times stronger than that kid surnamed Bai!"

"Yes, I can't see it! I want to see if he has the ability to come to the sword mound to pick swords with such eyes!"

"Okay, then let's bet!"

The two looked at each other fiercely, stopped talking, and focused their attention on Yang Wushuang in the sword mound.

Yang Wushuang had already reached the second layer of the Sword Shrine at this time.

The sword shrine is divided into seven layers from the bottom to the top, and from the bottom to the top, the quality of the flying sword gradually improves.

The first layer, which is the lowest layer of blades, is not of high quality, at best, it is a better mortal iron, and there is no spiritual surname, which is not of much help to the inner disciples.

Since the second layer, the quality of the flying sword is much higher, the flying sword of this layer begins to have a spirit surname, and will choose the right master by itself, if the disciple who chooses the sword cannot get the approval of the flying sword, it will not be able to pull it out of the stone wall.

The few disciples who entered the Sword Shrine just now to take the sword were all cultivators above the realm of "Controlling Things", and they were all flying swords selected at this level, but none of them succeeded.

Seeing that Yang Wushuang stopped at this floor for a while, everyone thought that he would gamble his luck here, but they didn't expect him to look down and think for a while, and actually continued to walk up the next floor.

The quality of the flying swords in the third layer is higher, these swords have been carefully refined by the previous owner, and after a long time, they have begun to have spiritual sense, and generally there is no cultivation of the above realm of "Gangsha", it is impossible to get the recognition of the flying swords of this layer!

Yang Wushuang began to pick swords on this layer.

Every time he took a fancy to one, he recklessly pulled it out, but the flying swords at this level were all very "arrogant", Yang Wushuang used the strength to eat milk, and pulled out more than a dozen in a row, not only did none of them succeed, but they were so rushed by the fierce sword qi that they sat down to the ground twice.

"What a rookie!" Seeing that he was in a hurry and had no clue, Mo Xuan couldn't help but gloat.

Before the words fell, Yang Wushuang seemed to be ruthless, holding the hilt of a sword on the stone wall with both hands, screaming, and struggling to pull out.

I don't know if it's sincerity or luck, this time there was a "poof", and he really pulled out the sword from the stone wall.

"Haha, what else do you have to say now?" Seeing that Yang Wushuang had successfully picked the sword, he laughed and said triumphantly.

Mo Xuan's face suddenly became ugly.

After a while, Yang Wushuang walked out of the sword mound with a proud face, and the blue long sword was held in his hand, and he knew that the quality was good just by looking at the appearance.

"Senior Brother Tingxi, didn't you say that it is not easy to pick swords in the Sword Shrine, why can't I feel it?" As soon as Yang Wushuang opened his mouth, everyone around him felt the urge to slap his face.

At first, he didn't say a word about hitting the wall again and again, and after he was lucky enough to pick up a flying sword, he pretended to be like this, this kid deserves to be a disciple of Spirit Turtle Peak, and he has an innate mocking face.

"Isn't that because the junior brother is talented?" Hearing Xi laughing, he turned his head and said to Mo Xuan: "Senior Brother Mo Xuan, who won the bet we just made?"

Mo Xuan snorted coldly and twisted his head to the side.

Tingxi smiled proudly, this is not the end, and continued to say to Yang Wushuang: "Senior brother performed well today, but he can't be too proud, everything needs to save three points of face for others, so as not to show off in the forest!"

"Thank you Senior Brother for reminding me, Wushuang remembered!"

The two sang and harmonized, and their words seemed to be low-key, but in fact, their attitudes were extremely arrogant, but just now Yang Wushuang really succeeded in picking swords from the sword shrine with his ability, even if Mo Xuan and the others were depressed in their hearts, they couldn't do anything with them.

Those disciples who failed to pick the sword couldn't stay anymore, they didn't even say hello, and they left one after another, Yu Hai was in charge of managing the sword mound, and Mo Xuan still had something to explain, so it was inconvenient to leave, so he could only watch the two of them perform.

After being stunned for a while, Tingxi felt satisfied, raised his head and said, "It's here, Senior Brother Yang, let's go." ”

After speaking, he was about to turn around and leave, but suddenly heard Yang Wushuang's soft voice behind him.

"Senior brother, wait for me a little longer!"

Hearing Xihu turn around suspiciously, he saw Yang Wushuang respectfully holding the flying sword just now in front of his chest, handing it out to Yu Hai flatly, and said, "Spirit Turtle Peak disciple Yang Wushuang, come to the sword mound to return the sword!"

"Senior brother, ...... you" Tingxi pursed his lips in surprise, as if he wanted to say something, but finally swallowed the words back into his stomach.

"I want to mess around and go back to your Spirit Turtle Peak! Lao Tzu has no time to pay attention to you!" No matter how good Yu Hai is, he can't help it at this moment.

"Senior Brother Yu, why did he say this, although the junior brother has not been in the house for a long time, he still knows the minimum rules, if there is a sword, there is a return of the sword, is there a violation of the door rules?" Yang Wushuang said without changing his face.

The rules of the Heavenly Dao Gate, the flying sword collected by the inner disciples in the sword mound, unless they encounter irreversible factors, they still have to be withdrawn in the future, but this gate rule does not stipulate the return period, so generally the disciples who have successfully collected the sword are waiting for a breakthrough in cultivation, or have a more convenient magic weapon, and then they will come to return the collected flying sword.

"You just succeeded in picking the sword, why do you have to return it?" Yu Hai frowned.

"It's just that I've made up my mind to practice the 'Purple Fire Qilin Strength' and 'Heavenly Heart Fury' Dao Technique, and I really don't have much interest in swordsmanship, so I returned this flying sword first, so as not to run around in the future. ”

Yu Hai was furious: "Since you don't want to practice swordsmanship, why do you come to the sword shrine to make a fuss?"

"I heard a few senior brothers in the peak talk about how difficult it is to pick swords in this sword mound, I don't believe it, so I came to try my luck, which can be regarded as a little challenge for myself. Yang Wushuang said that he was full of words, and his face was not flat, but he found a high-sounding reason, so that Yu Hai couldn't attack if he wanted to.

Yu Hai's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he directly shook his robe, and disappeared without a trace.

Yang Wushuang was unconscious, turned around with a smile, and handed the sword to Bai Ze again: "I heard that Senior Brother Bai has already received the position of the guardian of the Sword Shrine, since Senior Brother Yu has something to do temporarily, then this matter of returning the sword can only trouble Senior Brother Bai!"