Although he couldn't go to the sword meeting, Ling Huheng still held his breath and worked harder to cultivate. At this time, it is only more than ten days away from the sword meeting, and Wu Zhen also began to prepare, except for the time of carrying water and cooking on weekdays, Wu Zhen is either meditating or practicing swords, but the silent Taoist is very leisurely, at this time, there is no need to guide Wu Zhen, nor do you need to teach Hu Heng's swordsmanship by hand, he is happy to be idle, and he is either playing chess with old friends or meditating with his eyes closed in the quiet room every day.

Time flies, and for immortal cultivators, more than ten days is just a blink of an eye. On this day, it was the first day of the Sword Meeting, and the old Taoist priest took Ling Huheng to step on the flying sword again, and the sword flew towards the place of the Sword Society. Wu Zhen didn't need the help of the old Taoist, because he had already learned the sword technique, and although he was only a beginner, he could fly the sword for a short distance. And Ling Huheng is only in the early stage of the Dan, although he can barely float in the air, but if he wants to fly with the sword, it is too early. According to the teaching principles of the old Taoist, everything is paid attention to step by step, if the realm is not enough, even if you teach you the sword, it is not enough, and the power is dispensable. Therefore, the old Taoist priest did not plan to teach Ling Hu Heng's swordsmanship so early, and Ling Huheng was also very calm, and he did not beg the old Taoist priest to teach him the swordsmanship.

Even if you have to take care of Wu Zhen just practice the sword technique, the old Taoist priest and his party rushed to the scene of the sword meeting within a quarter of an hour. The sword meeting is held every five years, and it is held in different places, but this time it is the turn of the law enforcement elder Fan Ziqian's self-denial residence. The position of the Ancient Sword Sect is different from that of other factions, and under the head are the three major elders, namely the deacon elder, the law enforcement elder, and the gong elder. In addition to these three elders, there is also an elders' council, which contains the four masters of the Ancient Sword Sect outside the three elders, and Ling Huheng's master is silent. The five-year sword meeting will be held in the place where these eight people live, and it will be held every five years. However, the green bamboo forest is gradually declining, and the sword meeting will be held over the years to skip the green bamboo forest, even so, the silent Taoist people have no complaints, after all, the green bamboo forest is not prosperous, and there is a lack of hospitality people, so it is understandable to do so. You must know that the last time Qingzhulin held a sword meeting, it was the youth of the silent Taoist, at that time Linghu Heng's ancestor was still there, although Qingzhulin was a little declining, but it would not be deprived of the qualification to hold a sword meeting. It's just that the green bamboo forest is gradually declining, and when the silent Taoist takes over the green bamboo forest, he is powerless to resist such treatment. The silent Taoist felt that it was nothing, but after Ling Hu Heng knew it, he muttered for a while: "Why deprive us of our qualifications, isn't the Qingzhu Forest the eight major cultivation places of the Ancient Sword Sect! These bull noses also look down on people too much!" In this regard, the silent Taoist smiled and didn't say anything.

When he arrived at the residence of Keji, Ling Huheng looked at the magnificent buildings, compared with the green bamboo forest, it was really a heaven and a place! You see, under the auspicious clouds, the antique buildings loomed, stretching for several miles, and the disciples were even more numerous, and everyone was busy going in and out. The ancient trees are green, and the beasts are auspicious, pacing leisurely during them, and no one disturbs. Ling Hu Heng's eyes were hot for a while, but he only had to look at it.

The silent Taoist was familiar with the road, and led Ling Huheng and Wu Zhen all the way forward. The people I met on the road seemed to know the name of the silent Taoist, and they all gave salutes, saying "Hello Elder!" or "Hello Uncle!" The silent Taoist also smiled slightly, which was regarded as a response. After a short time, the silent Taoist led Ling Huheng and Wu Zhen to a large open space in front of the Keji Residence, only to see that a lot of bamboo sticks had been inserted in the open space, and the four red ropes were wound, and it became a simple martial arts arena. Ling Hu Heng counted carefully, there were as many as eight martial arts arenas, and said secretly: "This sword meeting is really powerful!" As everyone knows, this sword meeting is a place for the younger generation of disciples to show their strength, and the previous heads and elders are all young people who stand out from the sword club, and this can also be regarded as a grand event to choose the future leader, all the young talents of the ancient sword sect attach great importance to this sword club, it can be said that it is Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. Famous masters naturally want to maintain their lead, and those who are not in the top position are sharpening their knives, looking forward to making a splash in this sword meeting.

Wu Zhen carried a thick sword on his back, which was naturally passed on to him by the silent Taoist, called the "Stopping Water" sword, which was just the opposite of the "Biyue" sword, the "Biyue" sword was slender and slender, which was suitable for people with an uncertain temperament like Ling Hu Heng, while Wu Zhen was calm, and the "Stopping Water" sword was very suitable. The silent Taoist looked at Ling Huheng, who was itching and scratching, knowing that he hadn't seen anyone else for many years, and he really wanted to talk to others, so he slowly spoke: "You can take a look around, but you can't go far, the sword meeting will begin." ”

When Wu Zhen heard this, he was also very excited, and said, "Yes, Master." So he said to Ling Huheng: "Senior brother, let's go here and have a look, I haven't been to this Keji Residence yet!" Ling Hu Heng nodded, and the two of them walked towards the depths of the Keji Residence. Along the way, I met a lot of people, Wu Zhen seemed to know everyone, and they all greeted him in a friendly manner, but unfortunately most people ignored him, even if there were one or two, they nodded slightly. Ling Huheng couldn't stand it: "Big guy, don't be sentimental, no one knows you!"

Wu Zhen scratched his head and said, "No, I have seen them, they should know me, maybe they are very busy and have no time to pay attention to me." Master said that it is not strange for many people to salute, and it is also appropriate for me to greet them. ”

Ling Huheng knew that Wu Zhen was a dead brain, so he didn't say much. The two of them continued to walk forward, and unconsciously came to a garden, the flowers in the garden were blooming brightly, the two had not seen so many flowers for a long time, after all, in addition to bamboo in the green bamboo forest, there are also some wild flowers, where can they compare with the flowers in this garden? So, both of them were intoxicated in this garden, lingering.

Just as the two of them were admiring the flowers, a voice came from outside the garden: "Senior sister, this is the famous garden of my self-denial." "Really, then I'm going to go and see it!" These words like fairy sounds, so that Hu Heng could hear it, it turned out to be Yang Zhishuang's voice! Sure enough, not long after, Yang Zhishuang and a group of boys walked into the garden. When Ling Hu Heng looked at those boys, his face was immediately covered with a layer of frost: these are the people who beat Ling Hu Heng a year ago!

The boy in the lead also seemed to recognize Ling Huheng, because he was knocked to the ground by Ling Huheng with a punch before, he couldn't hold it on his face, and immediately came out of the crowd: "Hmph, who am I, it turned out to be you blocking the road!"

Ling Hu Heng raised his eyebrows, his eyes were almost spewing fire, and he asked in a deep voice: "Who am I, it turned out to be a waste lying on the ground begging for mercy, why, do you want to be beaten again?" At this time, Ling Hu Heng's cultivation was only one step away from reaching the middle stage of the Jiedan, and that boy was only in the late stage of foundation building, how could Ling Huheng be afraid of him? What surprised Ling Huheng was that Yang Zhishuang's cultivation had actually reached the middle stage of the Jiedan, and he was about to catch up with Wu Zhen! You must know that Wu Zhen only broke through to the late stage of the Jiedan not long ago, and Wu Zhen had been cultivating for seven or eight years, and Yang Zhishuang was only half of him!

Hearing the tone of both sides, there was a tendency to fight if they disagreed, Wu Zhen hurriedly came out to stop the fight, and said: "Everyone, don't be impatient, you are not allowed to compare swords privately during this sword meeting, if the violation is found by the master, maybe there will be a very heavy punishment, in my opinion, everyone should take a step back, how?" Ling Huheng listened, twisted his head, and snorted in his mouth, looking extremely disdainful.

Yang Zhishuang had already discovered that Wu Zhen's cultivation was extremely high, and it was not easy to offend at will, so he said in a voice like a silver bell: "What the senior brother said is extremely true, the little sister is willing to listen to the words of the senior brother, and there will be no trouble during the sword competition, how about it?"

Wu Zhen smiled: "That's the best!" Then he turned his head to Ling Huheng and said, "Senior brother, let's go back, so that the master won't be in a hurry." Ling Hu Heng was noncommittal, but fortunately, Wu Zhen also understood Ling Hu Heng's character and knew that he was unwilling to give in in front of others, so he arched his hand and said: "Then let's retire first, you can play slowly." After speaking, he pulled Ling Huheng and walked back.

When Ling Huheng walked past the boy, the boy said in an almost inaudible voice: "At noon today, do you dare to compete with me here!"

When Ling Huheng heard this, he smiled coldly, and said softly: "I'm afraid you won't dare to come!"

The boy was so angry that his face was bruised, but he was helpless against Ling Huheng, after all, Wu Zhen was still here. He could only say fiercely in his heart: "Wait a minute, I will make you kneel on the ground and beg for mercy!"

Wu Zhen is a careless person, how would he know about Ling Huheng and the boy's agreement on a martial arts competition? He just said in a serious tone: "Senior brother, I don't know how you have a grudge against them, but listen to me, don't make trouble during the sword meeting, otherwise you will be miserable, and you will be punished by the law enforcement elders to the cliff!"

Ling Hu Heng let out an absent-minded "oh", but in his heart he was silently recalling the swordsmanship, and decided to be ashamed. After a short time, Wu Zhen and Ling Huheng returned to the clearing and found the silent Taoist. However, in a short time, the huge open space was crowded with people, and a rough count showed that there were as many as a thousand people, but the queues of each branch were quite spectacular. Even though there are a large number of people, no one is noisy, and when it is necessary to speak, the voice is lowered.

Compared with other people's teams, the silent Taoist team is the most humble, and it actually adds up to only three people! Look at the queue of others, there are hundreds of people, and there are twenty or thirty less, in contrast, Ling Hu Heng also felt hot on his face. However, the silent Taoist was calm, not happy or sad, and there was no expression on his face. Ling Huheng had also heard Wu Zhen say that there were originally several disciples under the Silent Daoist Sect, the last two were Senior Brother Lin Jiandi and Senior Sister Yan Feixia, but they had already left the school a few years ago and traveled alone.

Just when Ling Hu Heng was thinking wildly, the ancient bronze bell hanging in front of him suddenly rang out, and the sound was loud and thorough, almost spreading throughout the entire Gujian Mountain, and the mountains were full of echoes. After the bronze bell rang, Yang Xianyang, the head of the Ancient Sword Sect, stood in front of the Keji Residence, and he didn't see much loudness, but the words he said were imprinted into everyone's ears. I only heard him say: "Disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect, today is the day of the start of the five-year sword meeting, I hope you can show your skills and don't live up to what you have learned in your hearts! Our faction pays attention to the harmony of heaven and earth, and has to be forgiving and forgiving, everyone, can you remember?"

"Remember!" the thousand people replied in unison, and it was obvious that Yang Xianyang's words had aroused their fighting spirit. Yang Xian smiled and said, "Okay, I would like to announce as the head of the sect that the sword meeting will begin!"