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The spiral-shaped door opened from the outside to the inside again, and a series of colorful dazzling lights refracted in from the outside. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

When the door was fully opened, the shaking of the light had already made Lan Feng unable to open his eyes.

"Seven Ice Spirit Root disciples are invited to play. A middle-aged man's majestic voice came from outside.

Lan Feng stood up, stood at the door for a while, took a big stride, and walked out.

The crowd on the viewing platform was full of voices, and the two of them raised their flying swords high, and those dazzling lights were actually the light reflected by the flying swords.

There are a total of six colors of flying swords, of which gray is the majority, followed by the same turquoise as Lan Feng, which should be a new mortal disciple, there are no more than twenty golden flying swords, and there are very few dark blues.

They are divided into different areas of the circular venue according to the color, so it is clear at a glance.

Of the six disciples I saw yesterday, five were already waiting on the field, and one was walking out of another door.

"Looks like they spent the night here yesterday as well. Lan Feng glanced at the disciples who walked out at the same time as him, and sped up.

The disciple's brows furrowed slightly, and he also sped up.

Eventually, the two of them reached the center of the arena at the same time, standing side by side with the other five.

What made Lan Feng feel strange was that among the disciples sitting on the viewing platform, none of them had a flying sword that was black and blue.

He glanced at Jing Yu's waist again.

At this time, a middle-aged man with a blue flying sword on his feet flew down from the viewing platform in the westernmost part of the venue, his cold gaze swept over each of them, and when he saw Jing Yu, he had more respect in his eyes and nodded.

"You are all disciples of the Ice Spirit Root, but your cultivation is very different, Jing Yu has reached the Golden Pill stage, but there is still one person, but he is still a mortal who has no power to restrain the chicken. The middle-aged man said, glanced at Lan Feng's waist, and then said, "But you don't have to worry, our head of the sect does not choose apprentices based on the level of cultivation. ”

"It's the same Ice Spirit Root disciple, and he doesn't take cultivation as the standard, what is that. ？”

"Senior Brother Jing Yu is already wearing a black and blue flying sword, why hasn't he been selected yet?"

"It seems that it must be a coincidence. ”

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These disciples discussed with each other, they should have never participated in this kind of apprentice selection competition, while Jing Yu had a calm face, as if he was no longer surprised by this method of selecting apprentices.

"Jing Yu is the highest disciple in our sect except for the head of the sect. The middle-aged man said in a solemn voice.

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at Jing Yu and became respectful.

"I feel that Senior Brother Jing doesn't need to be the head disciple, and it's also very powerful. One of the disciples flattered.

Jing Yu's eyes were like electricity, and he squinted and said, "Are you trying to encourage me to leave?"

"Senior brother misunderstood me, I didn't mean that. The disciple's face changed slightly, and he shook his head.

Jing Yu clasped his hands around his shoulders and snorted softly.

At this moment, a white light curtain suddenly appeared above the venue, and I first saw a black shining flying sword, on which stood an old man in a green shirt with a fairy wind and bones, his black and white hair was neatly draped behind his back, and there was no wind around, but there were a few traces of floating slightly.

The moment Jing Yu saw this old man, his eyebrows moved slightly, and his eyes suddenly had a glow.

Lan Feng raised his head, his eyes flashed, although his expression was as usual, but he wondered in his heart: "This old man's cultivation is only in the late stage of Jindan, if he wants to enter the Yuan Infant, he will have to live for at least a hundred years, I really don't understand what these people who have worked hard to become the head disciple think." ”

This old man is none other than Ji Mingjie, the head of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

"Jing Yu, don't you give up yet?" Ji Mingjie stood on top of the flying sword, his cyan clothes were windless.

Jing Yu's body trembled slightly, and he hurriedly stepped forward and said, "I am willing to smear the liver and brain of the master, and I will not give up." ”

Hearing this, Lan Feng frowned, and had a faint bad premonition in his heart.

Ji Mingjie sighed lightly and narrowed his deep eyes.

Hearing this name, some of the mortal disciples on the field who had just started began to whisper.

"That disciple is Jing Yu?" On the viewing platform, a disciple with a crepe sword stared at the boss.

"I heard that when the Ten Thousand Swords Sect was founded, he was already in charge. The disciple's eyes flashed next to him.

The disciple of the crepe touched his chin and said in confusion: "I see that the flying swords in this venue are of different colors, but the black and blue flying swords are extremely rare, is there any meaning?"

"I've inquired, our sect mainly determines a person's cultivation and identity by the color of the flying sword, the gray flying sword during the condensation period, the cyan flying sword during the qi period, and the golden flying sword during the rotation period, when the cultivation reaches the foundation building period, you will have a fast-flying dark blue flying sword. ”

"The black and blue, it should be very high. The disciple held his chin in his hand, and his eyes showed envy.

"Of course, only elder-level people in the sect will wear flying swords in black and blue colors, don't you see? The flying swords of the head of the sect are already black, according to my intuition, it should be that the darker the flying sword, the faster the speed. ”

"Huh?" A mortal disciple suddenly snorted, pointed to a white-clothed disciple standing at the very edge, and said strangely, "Look at that person. ”

"His flying sword is just like ours. ”

"A mortal, can you stand there and fight?"

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Among these disciples, there was also a taciturn young man, he was Sun Mo, who had entered with Lan Feng, and at this time, he stared straight at Lan Feng on the competition field, his eyes were complicated, and he muttered, "Is this fate?"

"Do you know him?" said the disciple beside him looked surprised.

Sun Mo nodded, then shook his head again, and said in a trance: "Not very familiar." ”

At the same time as the white light curtain disappeared, the black sword under Ji Mingjie's feet had also landed, his gaze swept over all the disciples, and when he saw Lan Feng standing at the end, his eyes flashed, and he asked, "The sect has accepted another Ice Spirit Root disciple this year?"

"Yes. The middle-aged monk bowed his head in agreement.

Lan Feng raised his head, squinted and smiled, "Good master." ”

"It looks pretty good. Ji Mingjie nodded with a look of satisfaction, his gaze shifted from Lan Feng to the middle-aged man, and asked, "Zhou Jingfei, who is the disciple in charge of testing this year?"

Zhou Jingfei rolled his eyes and thought about it, and said in a vague way: "It should be two disciples of the Qi Condensation Period." ”

"What should it mean, a deputy elder, can't you even be sure of these?" Ji Mingjie raised his eyebrows slightly, and his eyes looking at Zhou Jingfei were full of doubts.

"I'm going to check right now and get them to come over. Zhou Jingfei's face turned pale, and without waiting for Ji Mingjie to speak, he retreated.

Ji Mingjie stepped down from the black sword, and with a slight lift of his hand, the flying sword flew up and was inserted into the black scabbard at his waist.