The first sun rises, and the sun shines down on the mountains, leaving dappled shadows in the shade of the trees. Han Zaixin walked on the mountain road, along the path that winded down the mountain, all the way to a towering mountain peak in the distance, this mountain peak was like a sharp long sword piercing the sky.

At the foot of the peak, there is a pavilion, which is located among the mountains and rocks, but here it is full of people, countless people stand outside the pavilion, one by one tiptoe and tilt their necks, just to take a look at the huge stone tablet in the pavilion.

This pavilion is not for people to rest, but specially placed the nomination jade used in the ranking of the inner disciples, this is a special magic weapon, every inner disciple of the Sword Sect will use their own true yuan to engrave their own name when they enter, and then be beaten into this stone tablet by the masters of the Sword Sect in a special way. The true yuan inner breath cultivated by each person has its own special aura, which is revealed from the depths of the soul, and the Sword Sect uses this special aura that no one can imitate to produce this nominating jade.

The name of each inner disciple represents his own ranking in the inner gate, so the higher the name, the more powerful it is, and the sword sect nominated the jade bi is about three zhang high, and it is more than one zhang wide. On this stone tablet, there are ten names in each row, and the one thousand and eighty inner disciples of the entire Sword Sect occupy one hundred and eight lines, which is a secret symbol of the number of heaven and earth.

Han Zaixin came to the front of this pavilion at this time, and when he saw so many people crowded here, he immediately frowned slightly, how could he see his ranking, and how could he be sure which senior brother he was going to challenge? Speaking of which, the Sword Sect encourages disciples in the sect to challenge each other, but there are also quite a rule, that is, only the low-ranking challenge is higher than his own ranking, and each challenge must not exceed the thirty of his own ranking. In other words, a disciple ranked one hundred can only challenge the top 100 inner disciples upward, but the highest can only challenge seventy. Unless there are special circumstances, such as showing a strong cultivation in public, and then you can skip the level in the sect ring, but this method also has a price, that is, the challenge is successful to obtain the opponent's ranking, and the subsequent disciples will be postponed in turn, but if you fail, you will completely lose the qualification of the inner disciple, which can be described as extremely harsh. However, there are still countless disciples who want to use this rule, because it is almost impossible to improve the existence at the bottom of the inner gate, and only by constantly staying up for time or the accumulation of countless sect tasks can they achieve the top ranking, thus entering a virtuous circle.

Although calculated in this way, it takes dozens of challenges for a bottom-ranked inner disciple to rise to the first place, but it ensures fairness and justice. Because if there is a top-ranked disciple who suffers a heavy blow when he goes out on a mission, and is challenged by a disciple at the bottom of the ranking at this time, according to the door rules that the sect must not refuse the normal challenge, then there is a chance to ascend to the sky in one step, although the probability of such a thing happening is very small, but in order to prevent someone from taking advantage of the loopholes, and take the opportunity to obtain a large number of sect resources without work, so such a door rule is specially set up.

Han Zaixin was blocked by the crowd, but he had to wait slowly, although he was surprised why so many people came to see the inner door ranking today, but he could only hide the doubts in his heart for the time being, because he heard the conversation between the two inner disciples in front of him.

"I heard that no, the Ghost Gate Sword Cui Hao is going to challenge the top 100 Absolute Wind Sword drunk and free, will it succeed this time? The Ghost Gate Sword has practiced the Ghost Shadow Sword Technique in one hand, but it has been suppressed by the Absolute Wind Sword's fast sword without the body for three years! Every time it is a defeat! This is the fiftieth time!" A disciple wearing the robes of the inner disciples said to the people around him, all the disciples in the Sword Sect are wearing robes, and there is a special mark embroidered on the cuffs and chest placket, it is a long sword embroidered with silver wire, which is very easy to identify.

"This kind of thing happens more than a dozen times a year, what's so unusual, I care that there are three months left before the annual internal entrance exam, and a few of the top ten will be promoted to the true inheritance, or they will be brushed down if they are too old, and my ranking of eight hundred and seventy-six can move forward a few places!" The other disciple was thinking about how to speculate on how to advance his ranking.

"Haha...... You guy, you're really lazy! Thinking about raising your ranking like this? I really don't know how to say hello, it's the most exciting thing to practice more swordsmanship and challenge forward! A guy like you is not suitable for staying in the Sword Sect!" A tall disciple stepped forward step by step directly from behind, and all the inner disciples who stood in front of him were directly squeezed aside by his brute force. Seeing this, Han Zaixin directly appeared behind this tall disciple in a flash and took a ride. At this time, this tall and strong disciple sneered like this.

"You ......" The disciple couldn't hold his face when he was said, and he was about to get angry, but when he turned around and saw that it was this tall and strong disciple, he immediately swallowed the rest of the words into his stomach: This is the Ghost Gate Sword Cui Hao, he will actually appear here? This is the inner disciple of the Sword Sect who ranks one hundred and one, and he is definitely not the opponent of his three swords, so this disciple who is ready to take advantage of the opportunistic suddenly died down, and then walked away.

"With such courage, he will definitely be a guy who will achieve nothing in the future!Will the inner sect of the Sword Sect want to let such a person be in charge in the future?" Cui Hao spat with a displeased face, looking a little unhappy. He entered the inner gate three years ago, and with him at that time was the Absolute Wind Sword Drunken Escape, which was now ranked ahead of him. He just stepped out of the portal a breath later than him, but he was one place behind him in the rankings. So in the past three years, I have been trying to surpass him, and even practicing swordsmanship every day, just to defeat this enemy. But that guy travels in the mountains and rivers every day, and even gets drunk and ends up pressing himself every time, which is simply his nemesis sent by God! So Cui Hao fell in love with this drunken and carefree, and every time he succeeds in swordsmanship, he will definitely go to him to compete.

"Boy, it's a good ride! What's the matter, you think I'm cheap?" Cui Hao boredly saw the opportunist walking away, turned to Han Zaixin who was following him, and grinned.

"This senior brother, the kid has no such thoughts, it's just that there are so many people, it's just a matter of using the senior brother's east wind!" Han Zaixin smiled slightly and said.

"In the end, it's not about taking advantage, that guy was just like you at the beginning, he followed me all the way, and finally ran ahead! And then he kept pressing me! It's really hateful! So leave some thoughts for you kid today, don't get into it when you see a bargain, sometimes it will affect yourself, and even your life is in danger!" Saying that, Cui Hao's body suddenly burst into momentum, like a divine sword out of its sheath, and with a choking sound, the broad-handled giant sword behind his back burst out with a sword aura at this moment.

This sword qi is so sharp, as if the peerless divine blade erupted in an instant, the sword qi was cold like a cold wind, at this moment, the entire pavilion was like entering a biting winter, and all the inner disciples who were still huddled together suddenly felt a chill on their bodies, and then subconsciously dispersed completely. This is a keen instinct as a sword cultivator. Because only when a powerful crisis erupts around them, their bodies and the swords they wear will send out an alarm, and then everyone will react and respond in the shortest possible time.

And what erupted around them at this time was a powerful and incomparable sword aura, this sword qi was sharp and incomprehensible, as if it was about to cut the Nine Netherworld and Netherworld with one sword. The conclusion in their hearts was that they were invincible, and suddenly everyone dissipated.

And Han Zaixin stood in front of Cui Hao, but he felt this burst of sword qi most intuitively, this sword aura seemed cold, and there seemed to be endless souls wailing in it, it can be seen that there must be a lot of people who died under this sword, and even Han Zaixin actually saw another color in addition to the colorful color in his eyes. You must know that since he cultivated the Mixed Yuan Jue yesterday, the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi he has seen in this day or so has been completely colorful, because he has never seen the wind of Tiangang, nor has he encountered the thunder of the Nine Heavens. Of course, there is also the Ice of the Xuan Netherworld, although these mutated auras are not uncommon between heaven and earth, but the area where Han Zaixin lives does not have such an environment, so these auras are very rare, and the natural wind is brought by the flow between water and fire aura, so he has not seen the sixth color.

But at this time, he saw it, a faint blood color quietly burst out from Cui Hao's body, it was so thin, but it was real. And this blood-colored light only surrounds Cui Hao's side, and does not spread around, as if it can't leave Cui Hao's body. And the sword behind Cui Hao was even more entangled in the hilt of the sword by a blood-colored light, as if it could draw the sword out of its sheath at any time.

"Since Senior Brother said so, then Senior Brother should see what kind of tricks Senior Brother has!" Han Zaixin stood tall and slender, with an ape arm and bee waist peerless independence, a sky-blue robe, a silver long sword embroidered on the cuffs, the whole person was like an independent immortal, Cui Hao's momentum, like a breeze blowing on his face, gently stirred his clothes and his long hair, but it couldn't make him change color in the slightest.

"Then continue to be hard, I hope you don't call for mercy later!" Cui Hao pulled out a cruel smile at the corner of his mouth, and then the momentum on his body became even stronger, the whole person was like a bloodthirsty ghost, at this moment he opened his bloody mouth, the long sword jumped out from behind him with a choked sound, and then a flying whirl fell into his hand in mid-air, this hand played very smoothly, as if it had been rehearsed thousands of times.

"The posture is very handsome, but you are too ugly!" Since the other party is so rude, and even has already drawn his sword to himself, Han Zaixin will definitely no longer save face for the other party, in a word, Cui Hao is depressed and wants to vomit blood! He is indeed three or five thick in length, but his sword is also extremely thick, such a combination shows an incomparable domineering, absolutely not related to the word handsome, but Han Zaixin said this as if he wanted to deliberately play handsome, but his appearance became a drag, so an ugly word completely aroused his anger.

"You guy, look at the sword!" Cui Hao Zhenyuan moved, like a long river rushing, bursting out of his veins with incomparably powerful power, and the huge sword body that was nearly a foot long was like a huge guillotine at this moment, and slashed directly towards Han Zaixin.

"Since the sword is out in front of me, then don't hold the sword anymore!" Han Zaixin was still so light-hearted, and after weighing each other's strength in his heart, he was very relaxed: This is actually one hundred and one people in front of the inner gate of the Sword Sect, how can it not have much advantage compared to himself?