"Let me ask you, why didn't you go upstairs after coming to Saken Pavilion for a month?" Jing Yu looked indifferent. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Lan Feng sneered in his heart, although he didn't know why the head of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect was specifically looking for an Ice Spirit Root disciple to be an apprentice, and he didn't know why these people had different cultivations, but the cultivation of this disciple in front of him was at most in the late stage of foundation building, thinking so in his heart, but his eyes showed a look of horror, and he said with sincere fear: "In the next ...... Under the timidity. ”

"Are you afraid we'll kill you?"

Jing Yu smiled playfully, glanced Lan Feng up and down, pursed his lips disdainfully, looked at the two inner disciples, and asked, "Is the head of the sect going to start selecting apprentices?"

"Yes, tomorrow, tomorrow, the underground venue of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect. The inner disciple bowed his head in response.

"Oh. Jing Yu's expression was a little lonely, staring at a large hall with a strong sword aura in the center of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, squinting his eyes, and then said, "I'll go first." ”

He combined his fingers and quickly slid in the air, the black and blue flying sword on his waist shook violently, and a piercing sword roar instantly pierced the sky and flew out of the scabbard.

The sword seemed to be conscious, and the blade of the sword was aimed at all the disciples in turn, and finally after swimming in the air for a few laps, it stopped in mid-air above Jing Yu's head.

Jing Yu jumped up, his indifferent gaze swept around all the disciples, and when he saw Lan Feng, he smiled contemptuously, and then the blade of his sword turned and flew away quickly.

"Alas, I really envy Senior Brother Jing Yu, who has such a fast flying sword. Among the disciples on the side, there was a sigh of emotion.

One of the dark-skinned fat men stared at Jing Yu's departing back, his eyes flashing, "When the Ten Thousand Swords Sect was founded, he was already here, can you and I compare?"

"Listening to Senior Brother Jing Yu's tone, he should have participated in this competition many times, right? Since the Ten Thousand Swords Sect already has an Ice Spirit Root disciple, why hasn't he been accepted as an apprentice by the head of the sect now, is it that the standard is very harsh?" a young man of medium stature frowned.

"I don't know about this, I only know that this standard must not be cultivation, otherwise I wouldn't have recruited such a timid mortal to come in. The dark-skinned fat man squinted at Lan Feng with a mocking expression.

"Heh, too, fortunately, the head of the sect does not accept apprentices according to cultivation, which shows that our opportunities are equal. ”

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Lan Feng turned a deaf ear to these words, his main purpose now was to obtain the immortal book, and ordinary people with great ambitions did not have the energy to deal with this kind of small character who tended to be inflammatory.

After Jing Yu left, the eyes of the two disciples immediately became sharp, and one of them said: "Except for Lan Feng, you can fly, so let's take the first step." ”

Those people took out their flying swords one after another, threw them into the air, and then jumped up.

Some people's eyes were full of excitement, and two others stared at Lan Feng proudly, their faces full of sarcasm.

Like the previous times, he was grabbed by one of the disciples and went to the underground venue of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect together.

The underground venue is set up under the main hall in the center of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, it is a circle with a diameter of about fifty zhang, and along the edge of the circle, one zhang above the edge, many seats for spectators are set up, after all, the sect is too small, this should be to save floor space, so the competition hall and the meeting place are integrated.

And under the viewing platform, you can see many honeycomb-shaped small doors, these small doors are the same size, along the edge of the test field in a circle, about twenty or thirty.

Lan Feng was puzzled, he had already been put down by that disciple, and the one that fell with him was also a sword-like token.

"You can stay there for the time being, No, in the room in front of you. The disciple pouted.

Lan Feng looked back, it was one of these small doors, and it didn't have any characteristics.

Lan Feng picked up the token on the ground and hugged his fist at the disciple.

"For the sake of you being so polite, I'll tell you, this sword card is the key to the small door, it can only be used once, and it's best not to come out after entering, otherwise you may spend the night outside tonight." ”

The disciple raised his eyebrows, his expression softened slightly, and continued: "It's not a matter of spending the night outside, but if it is discovered by the disciples who patrol the field in the early hours of tomorrow morning, maybe they will be killed on the spot as a thief who broke into the door." ”

Lan Feng glanced at the sword card in his hand, nodded and said, "Thank you for the reminder of this immortal, I know it below." ”

"Haha, Shangxian...... Interesting. The disciple raised his head and laughed, then jumped on the flying sword, lowered his head and smiled: "I like your character very much, behave well, good luck." ”

Lan Feng lowered his eyebrows and raised his eyes, staring at the figure of the disciple leaving in a hurry, the corners of his mouth rising slightly.

There is a sword-shaped groove next to the small door, slightly larger than the sword card in his hand, there is an inconspicuous small hole in the center of the groove, when he puts the sword card into the groove, only to hear the "click", the honeycomb door slowly opens inward in a spiral shape, and the sword card also melts instantly, leaving it along the small hole in the center of the groove.

Eventually, when the door was fully opened, there was not a drop of silver liquid left from the melting of the sword card in the groove.

"The vigilance of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect is really strong. Lan Feng was thinking about it when the small door that had been opened to the limit suddenly clicked and began to close outward, slightly faster than when he came.

Lan Feng's pupils shrank slightly, and he rushed in without the slightest hesitation, and within a few moments, the small door was closed.

The light was dim, but the inner workings of the space could barely be seen.

The room was circular in shape, with a bed in it, and a small iron table in the center, on which the candlestick flickered, which was supposed to be the only source of light in the space.

There was a small round stool next to the table, Lan Feng came to the edge of the bed and sat down, looking down, there was a small night pot at the end of the bed, no one had used it, but it had been some years.

It was clear that it was a single room, and he tried to push the door, but it was originally open inward, so it was impossible to open at all.

Lan Feng couldn't help but sigh, although the Ten Thousand Swords Sect was not big, its internal structure was still good.

In order not to cause unnecessary trouble, he sat at this small table all night, and when he came in, he also deliberately observed that there were five spiritual eyes in the venue, the largest of which was in the center of the competition venue, because the color was close to black dark blue, ordinary people could not find it.

He stared at the candlestick on the small table in a daze.

The candle melted in the warmth of the fire, condensed in the cold candlestick, and then continued to wait for the light of the fire to come, as if it would never disappear.

I don't know how long it was, but it must have been one night, but the candles on the menorah suddenly went out, and then the quiet venue suddenly became full of people.