Early the next morning, when Mo Xuan saw Bai Ze, his mouth was open enough to swallow an egg.

"How can you refine the eighth layer of qi? Senior Brother Bai, have you taken that rebirth pill?"

"I'm convinced!"

"All served?" Mo Xuan still had a hint of luck.

"It's all over!"

Mo Xuan was stunned, you must know that Bai Ze was already a fourth-level Qi refining cultivator, so in this way, a rebirth pill only allowed Bai Ze to improve his fourth-level cultivation, this talent is terrible!

This kind of thing can't be rushed, not to mention that Bai Ze has just come up the mountain, and it is not good to hit his positive surname, Mo Xuan can only say comfort: "Senior brother, don't be discouraged, there is still a month before the selection, and it may not be impossible to make a breakthrough! Besides, if it doesn't work this year, there will be next year, and if it doesn't work next year, there will be the year after next!"

Bai Ze is now only an outer disciple, according to the rules of the Heavenly Dao Sect, if an outer disciple wants to practice on the mountain, he needs to complete the tasks assigned by the sect every time he wants to win a certain sect contribution value, and use these contribution points in exchange for all the resources needed for cultivation.

Since Bai Ze's injury has healed, he is naturally not exempt from vulgarity, in order to buy more time for him to practice, Mo Xuan specially asked for him a job to guard the "Sword Shrine".

The sword mound, as the name suggests, is the mound of the buried sword.

There is a sinkhole at the bottom of Jiuxiao Peak, which is up to 100 feet deep, there is a stone pillar in the center of the sinkhole, the tip of the pillar points straight to the sky, and there are stone steps obliquely upwards on the pillar body, and countless blades are densely inserted around it.

Among the disciples of the Heavenly Dao Sect for generations, there is an unwritten rule that if you are expected to ascend, or feel that you are about to fall, you will send your own soldiers into the sword shrine, leaving it for fate, for ten thousand years, there are countless weapons in the sword shrine.

And because most of the disciples of Jiuxiao Peak are "sword cultivators", the vast majority of the weapons in the sword mound are mainly flying swords, and many of them have gradually lost their spiritual surnames because of the age, but some are still whispering night and night, looking forward to seeing the sky again one day.

The location of the Sword Shrine is located at the bottom of Jiuxiao Peak, so the management of this residence has always been held by the disciples of Jiuxiao Peak, and Mo Xuan personally took Bai Ze there.

The person in charge here is a fat man, smiling and kind.

"Senior Brother Yu, you've been doing well lately, you seem to be fat again!" Mo Xuan seemed to be extremely familiar with this senior brother, and they joked when they met.

"You kid don't make fun of your senior brother!" Yu Hai smiled heartily: "Why do you have time to come here to see your senior brother today?"

"I'm here this time to introduce a junior brother to you!"

"Don't say it, let me guess!" Yu Hai looked at Bai Ze with a smile: "I know all the disciples of our Nine Peaks, this must be the new Bai Zebai junior brother, right?"

"I've seen Senior Brother Yu!"

"Hahahaha, you're welcome, you're welcome!" Yu Hai patted Bai Ze's shoulder enthusiastically: "I've heard everything about you, good boy, you're righteous enough!"

Ling Hebi has the highest cultivation among the disciples of Jiuxiao Peak, known as prestige, Bai Ze risked his life to save Ling Hebi, and Jiuxiao Peak has long been spread all over the world.

"Senior Brother Yu, after January, it will be the entry selection, and during this time, Senior Brother Bai will entrust you to take care of it. Mo Xuan said as he glanced at Yu Hai.

Yu Hai naturally understood: "Needless to say, our Sword Shrine is already idle, and there are no rules, Senior Brother Bai can do whatever he wants!"

As he was talking, suddenly an edict flew in the air, Yu Hai stretched out his hand to take it, and said with a smile after careful inspection: "It's a coincidence today, there are actually several junior disciples who want to come to the sword mound to pick swords at the same time, it is also a rare opportunity, Senior Brother Bai can just open his eyes!"

Those who are qualified to leave their own troops in the sword mound are not unknown people, and it would be a waste to let these divine weapons be buried.

Therefore, it is stipulated in the door that the inner disciples are qualified to come to the sword mound to accept the choice of these blades, and if they can be pulled out of the stone wall, it means that the blade is willing to recognize him as the master, and they can return with the treasure.

In this way, many disciples who pursue martial arts will try their luck whenever they make a breakthrough in their cultivation, but those who can succeed are only 12 out of 10.

The three of them waited for a while, and then five or six inner disciples came, and among the several disciples, the lowest cultivator had reached the realm of "controlling things", and the highest had even reached the realm of "Gangsha".

Since there is an edict in charge, naturally there is nothing to say, Yu Hai unlocked the ban on the sword mound, and several disciples entered in turn, and whenever they resonated with a certain blade, they tried to pull it out of the stone wall.

These inner disciples are all good at cultivation, and it seems that it is not the first time to come to the sword shrine, after entering, they went straight to the topic, and they chose their favorite swords on the stone wall, but they were unlucky, a few people spent an hour in it, and still found nothing, and had to withdraw from the sword shrine in frustration.

This kind of thing has not happened once or twice, Yu Hai is not used to it, he smiled and said a few words of comfort, and was about to close the sword shrine, when he suddenly heard someone behind him say: "Slow!"

A young monk wearing a white robe embroidered with tumbling flame patterns on the side of the robe walked slowly, followed by a young man of the same age as Bai Ze and a proud expression.

"How can Senior Brother Tingxi have time to come to the Sword Shrine to play?" Yu Hai's expression was still smiling, but Bai Ze heard a hint of strangeness in his tone.

"On the orders of the law enforcement elders, bring Yang Wushuang's junior brother to the Sword Shrine to choose a sword!" Hearing Xi said in a cold voice, he stretched out his hand and pointed at the young man behind him.

"Senior Brother Tingxi should know the rules, only the inner disciple has the qualification to enter the sword mound to get the sword, this junior brother I look very raw, not like an inner disciple!" Yu Hai said with a smile.

"Senior Brother Yang has outstanding talent, and at the age of sixteen, he has reached the realm of "controlling things", and the head of the sect has made an exception to allow him to be directly promoted to the inner disciple!"

Yu Hai took the edict and checked it, there was no doubt about it, and he couldn't help but be surprised in his heart: "As a disciple of the outer sect, reaching the realm of controlling things at the age of sixteen can also be regarded as amazingly talented!"

Since there is an elder edict, Yu Hai has nothing to say, the arrogant young man's eyes swept over the previous few disciples who came out empty-handed, a sneering smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he walked into the sword mound with his head held high.

This slightly arrogant attitude immediately angered the previous disciples, and as soon as they discussed, they were not in a hurry to leave, and stood down outside the sword mound, thinking that they would come out in disgrace after a while, and then laugh at you!

Everyone paid close attention to Yang Wushuang's movements in the sword mound, only Tingxi didn't seem to be worried at all, walked straight to Bai Ze, looked him up and down a few times, and suddenly asked, "You are Bai Ze!"

Bai Ze nodded subconsciously.

"I heard the things about you these few days that my ears are calloused, I have to say, you are very kind!" Tingxi's words sounded like a compliment to Bai Ze at first glance, but halfway through the words, the words changed: "I was looking forward to you, but when I see you today, I am very disappointed!"

"My disciple of Jiuxiao Peak, is it your turn to be judged by someone from Spirit Turtle Peak?" Without waiting for Bai Ze to answer, Mo Xuan responded unceremoniously, and it could be seen that the relationship between the two was not harmonious.

"Originally, I was too lazy to say it, but I heard that Ling Hebi even sacrificed the "Flowing Light Sword Courage" for this kid, and asked the master to ask for the only share of the "Birth Pill" this year, I am really unhappy!"

"Hmph, what's the matter with you?"

"It's none of my business, but it's about my Spirit Turtle Peak!" Hearing Xi's eyebrows, he said in a cold voice: "My Senior Brother Yang is extremely talented, and his surname is the best choice, this year's "Birth Pill" should have belonged to him, but I didn't expect the Patriarch in charge of the sect to believe Ling Hebi's words and give such a miracle medicine as the "Birth Pill" to such a waste!"

"What did you say?" Mo Xuan was furious.

"Am I wrong??, only after taking the "Rebirth Pill" can I only raise my cultivation to the eighth layer of qi refining, this bone rot is also rare in the history of the Heavenly Dao Gate, right?" Tingxi said without showing weakness.

The smell of gunpowder grew stronger between the two.