Out of the place where the new disciples were registered, Zhang Mo did not immediately leave for the cave mansion of Uncle Tang, but began to wander around slowly.

After all, Zhang Mo saw with his own eyes that the so-called Uncle Tang left the Ecstasy Array and went outside, Zhang Mo didn't want to go over and wait in the Cave Mansion of the Uncle Tang who had bad intentions towards him.

Zhang Mo checked the jade slip called the General Outline of the Introduction, which mentioned the permissions and responsibilities that disciples of all levels could have, and the registered disciples could only have an independent wooden house, and they were not allowed to enter and leave the cave mansion above the eighteenth floor at will.

As soon as he saw this, Zhang Mo looked up and saw that the peaks were really densely covered with caves, and the number of caves from top to bottom gradually increased, and the caves at the foot of the mountain could already be described as dense, of course, the more up the caves, the fewer the number of caves, and the stronger the aura.

However, the caves above the eighteenth floor were all shrouded in a thick layer of clouds and mist, and he couldn't see the situation clearly, and with Zhang Mo's current strength, he couldn't see through how many caves there were on the clouds.

It is said that it is a cave, but in fact, most of them only have a slightly larger cave, but the higher you go, the bigger the cave will be, and if you want to have a larger cave and a richer aura for your own cultivation, you must keep cultivating and increasing your cultivation.

Because all the caves in the Wanjianmen are distributed according to the ranking, all the caves are not fixed, every year they will conduct a ranking battle among the disciples in the qi training period to redistribute the caves, and those who rise in the rank can enjoy more aura and larger caves, otherwise, they may face the sad fate of being demoted to the next level of caves.

Interesting! Zhang Mo's heart moved and secretly applauded this practice of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, although this method made everyone face the danger of being lowered to the level of the cave mansion, but it also greatly stimulated the cultivation enthusiasm of the disciples in the sect, and at the same time, through this kind of fighting, the disciples in the sect can also have some fighting experience, and they can also improve their strength in the fight.

Of course, this kind of battle is not allowed to kill the hand, but even this ranked battle has a certain number of deaths, which means that the upper echelons of the Ten Thousand Swords Gate allow some casualties, as long as it is within the range of their tolerance.

In this way, the annual ranking battle has also become a bit exciting and bloody, the number of deaths is limited, but the number of disabled people is unlimited, and after each ranking battle, the Alchemy Hall, which is responsible for healing, will be busy, busy treating those disciples who were injured in the ranked battle.

There are three halls in the Ten Thousand Swords Gate, namely the Alchemy Hall, the Blood Sword Hall and the Ten Thousand Swords Hall.

All inner disciples must choose to enter one of the three halls, but now Zhang Mo, as a registered disciple, naturally does not need to worry about this.

It's just that the next moment, after a cursory glance at the duties of the named disciples, Zhang Mo's face became a little worse.

Because according to the regulations, the registered disciples must engage in various chores in the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, such as going to the spirit stone mine to mine spirit stones, or guarding the spirit medicine garden, there are many miscellaneous things, but fortunately, everyone only needs to choose one miscellaneous matter, and as long as they complete the limited task, the rest of the time can be freed up for cultivation.

After hurriedly browsing through the general outline of the introduction and noting down a few taboos of the Ten Thousand Swords Gate, Zhang Mo threw the jade slip of the general outline back into his storage bag, and at the same time took out another jade slip from the storage bag.

"Ten Thousand Swords Heart Method" Zhang Mo immersed his divine sense into the jade slip, and four big characters flashing blue light immediately appeared in his mind, in the process, Zhang Mo's expression was disdainful at first, then turned into shock, and finally evolved into solemnity.

The nameless immortal recipe he originally cultivated was an immortal recipe that could conceal his own cultivation, and how many books could be called immortal recipes in this session?

So at first, Zhang Mo went to Wanjianmen's "Wanjian Method" with a disdainful attitude, but after reading it in depth, Zhang Mo was shocked by this set of mental methods, because although this set of mental methods cannot be compared with the nameless immortal formula, it is also the result of the continuous transformation of the predecessors of Wanjianmen, and the wisdom contained in it is not trivial.

And the supporting exercise of the Ten Thousand Swords Gate "Ten Thousand Swords Technique" is said to be practiced to the extreme can separate countless real sword shadows, and the enemy can be swept into the sword shadows and strangled into flesh, which is an invincible exercise among monks of the same level, but this "Ten Thousand Swords Technique" has not been able to cultivate until now, even the great elder who can't come out of retreat can only separate hundreds of sword shadows.

However, the current Zhang Mo is not qualified to practice the "Ten Thousand Swords Technique", because the general outline of the introduction says that only the inner disciples are qualified to practice the "Ten Thousand Swords Technique", and the outer disciples and registered disciples are not qualified to practice this exercise.

Seeing this, a wry smile also appeared on the corner of Zhang Mo's mouth, and he was even more helpless in his heart: it seems that there is a difference in treatment in that place.

"Hey, this person is wearing mortal clothes, isn't he a new disciple, but I remember that it seems that the recruitment of new disciples this time has already ended, and the real person in charge of the sect has also made a natal jade plate for them?" A slightly surprised voice sounded, and a woman in a red dress fell from a pink flying sword, accompanied by a white-faced man in a cyan robe, and it was the woman in the red dress who spoke.

Zhang Mo glanced at the small golden sword embroidered on the red-clothed woman's clothes, and couldn't help but bow his head and say hello: "Hello, senior sister." ”

This woman in red has a baby face, but her figure is extremely material, and her body is infinitely charming, and the white-faced man next to him has always focused on the woman in red.

It turned out to be an elite disciple, Zhang Mo's heart was calculated, and he directly asked hello and stopped talking.

When the Wanjian Sect distinguishes the level of the disciple's registration, it only needs to look at the color of the small sword embroidered on his clothes, the registered disciple is the Xuantie sword, the outer disciple is the Xuanyu sword, and the inner disciple is the Xuanyin sword, and the elite disciples can embroider the Xuanjin sword, and those who have a great opportunity can be accepted by the elder or the hall master as a disciple will have a purple gold sword embroidered on their clothes.

So Zhang Mo could see the woman's identity at a glance, and he was also respectful and abnormal at the moment, and he didn't dare to look around.

When the woman in red was about to speak, the white-faced man beside her frowned and said, "Senior sister, if you agree to become a Taoist companion with me, how about I ask my father to accept you as a disciple?"

The white-faced man ignored Zhang Mo with contempt, and made a request to the woman in red with great contempt, of course, the most important thing is that he has a good father, so that he can entangle an elite disciple and be safe, otherwise the elders in the sect will definitely not allow such a thing to happen.

Zhang Mo didn't feel much annoyed about this, after all, the other party didn't have much to do with him, so what if he looked down on himself, he earned face by himself, not by others.

The woman in red showed a look of disgust on her face, but it disappeared in a flash, she knew who the white-faced man's father was, and there were many taboos in her heart.

"Look at the appearance of the junior brother, let the senior sister take you around our Wanjian Gate. The woman in red hesitated for a while, and finally walked towards Zhang Mo and said.

Not only did Zhang Mo not show a happy look, but frowned, the woman in red obviously wanted to use herself as a shield.

The white-faced man's face sank, and he stepped forward and said to Zhang Mo condescendingly: "Boy, do you know who I am? If there is any trouble in the future, just report my name, everyone in the Ten Thousand Swords Gate can give me a few thin noodles!"

Qi Ting's words carried a clear threat and a hint of non-existent verbal promise, Zhang Mo originally planned not to wade into troubled waters, and avoid this matter if he confessed to it, but before Zhang Mo could reply, the woman in red directly took Zhang Mo's hand and jumped directly onto her pink flying sword, and under the urging of mana, the pink flying sword turned into a red light and quickly left.

Qi Ting looked at the direction where the girl in red left with a gloomy face, his eyes flickered, and then a sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he actually stepped directly on a dark green flying sword and left.

Although Zhang Mo was holding his arm by a beautiful woman at this time, he secretly felt bitter in his heart: It seems that Qi Ting should remember me.

However, Zhang Mo is not a weak and incompetent person, since it has happened, then accept it calmly.

The woman in red felt Zhang Mo's arm rubbing around her chest, her cheeks suddenly turned red, the mana output under her feet was unstable, and the flying sword fell to the ground in the air crookedly.

Zhang Mo was nervous and directly hugged the waist of the woman in red, and the woman in red was even more panicked, but fortunately she stabilized the flying sword at the last moment, Rao was so, Zhang Mo and her still hugged each other on the ground and rolled together.

Fortunately, the place where the two of them settled was relatively remote and no other disciples passed by, otherwise if the other disciples in the door knew that the first beauty of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect was held by Zhang Mo like this, a flower protector would have stepped forward to beat Zhang Mo fatly.

Zhang Mo only felt soreness all over his body, especially when his buttocks fell as if they were split into four petals.

After all, where is the strength of the woman in red, although she fell, she was not injured, but she was just a little unable to exert her strength when she was hugged by Zhang Mo.

"Senior sister, can you get up from me first, it's very heavy. Zhang Mo stretched out his hand to push the woman in red away, who had ever wanted to push it directly on a large mass of soft meat, which immediately caused a scream.

“**！”

After a while, Zhang Mo got up and left with a bright red slap print, and at the same time, he also remembered the name of the woman in red: Han Xin'er.

This beauty who relies on her own efforts to have the strength of the ninth layer of Qi cultivation is not a weak woman, her strength is enough to match her beauty.

After delaying for some time, Zhang Mo remembered that Ma Yan said that Uncle Tang wanted to see him, and after estimating that the time was about the same, Zhang Mo found the cave where Uncle Tang was located according to the map in the general outline.

The entrance of this Uncle Tang's cave is four or five zhang wide, and it is unusually open, and at the same time, the number of caves on this layer of Uncle Tang is not particularly large, and each cave is separated by a distance, and it seems that there is still a surplus of caves on this floor.

A faint black light flew from the air, and when Zhang Mo looked back, he saw Tang Hui's slightly fat body stepping on a dark flying sword, staring at him with a gloomy expression.

"Come in!" The flying sword came in a blink of an eye, and as soon as it landed, the flying sword sank into Tang Hui's waist and became a black belt, and he flicked his sleeves and said to Zhang Mo.

"It's Uncle Shi. Zhang Mo saw Tang Hui's expression and knew that he was going to make things difficult, so he could only follow him hard.

Tang Hui paused at the door, and with a wave of his hand, a cyan light hit the door of the cave, and a magical scene appeared, the originally empty door of the cave house actually faintly had a cyan light curtain like water ripples appeared, and with Tang Hui's cyan light entering, the cyan ripples gradually dissipated and dissolved.

Tang Hui swaggered in, and Zhang Mo followed directly without saying a word.

After entering the cave and walking about dozens of steps, a huge hall suddenly opened up, and a huge hall appeared in front of Zhang Mo's eyes.

The hall was shining with gold, and everything was full of a strong aura of wealth, looking not like a cave house for an immortal cultivator, but more like a mortal's rich and noble family.

Tang Hui sat directly on the golden chair and looked at Zhang Mo with a cloudy expression, Zhang Mo immediately lowered his head and pretended to be at a loss, he didn't want Tang Hui to see any clues.

After waiting for a while, Tang Hui felt that Zhang Mo in front of him was already a little cramped and uneasy, so he said with a pleasant face: "You have a great chance to enter our Wanjian Gate, I plan to give you a benefit as a senior uncle, you have two choices, Zhang Mo." ”

As soon as he heard Tang Hui call out his name, Zhang Mo was a little surprised in his heart, and he was a little 'panicked' at the moment, which made Tang Hui smile secretly in his heart, and he felt that the plan in his heart could also be fulfilled.