CHAPTER XX

Mo Bei couldn't help but admire.

At this moment, a familiar voice sounded behind him: "This is natural!"

Mo Bei turned around to take a look, but saw that Ye Qinghong had squeezed out of the crowd and stood behind him at some point.

Mo Bei asked, "Why did you come back?"

Ye Qinghong bit her lip and said, "I, I want to be with everyone!"

She immediately diverted the topic and explained to Mo Bei in a whisper, the admiration and awe in her eyes were difficult to hide:

"This was once the place where the ancestor of the Taixu Kai Sect, Ye Shenyi, practiced his sword and realized the sword! Countless years ago, when the blood moon came, the ancestor suddenly appeared, and he created the Taixu Sword Technique!"

After listening to this, Mo Bei looked at her expression, and laughed in his heart.

I'm afraid this little girl doesn't know yet, this rumor is purely made up by the ancestor. The true source of the Taixu Sword Technique is the exercises derived from the Taibai Sword Technique.

In less than a moment, the more than 4,000 teenagers also came slowly, pouring into the Wujian platform, talking in a low voice.

"Introductory assessment, the second level. ”

A cold voice sounded, although it was not loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears, suppressing the noise of the audience.

All the teenagers fell silent and looked at the source of the sound.

On top of the giant sword, an elegant middle-aged man in a black robe stood with his hands in his hands, this is the examiner!

He stood on the hilt of his sword against the gale. The black robe hunted loudly, moving with the wind, capable and decisive.

His eyes were cold, he glanced at everyone present, and shouted, "Practice the sword." ”

As his voice fell, the black-robed examiner's sleeve robe waved, and in an instant!

Countless spirit swords suddenly appeared in the void out of thin air. The sword roared sharply, shining in the sunlight, converging into a sea of silver!

Full flood!

"Get up!" the black-clothed examiner snorted lightly, and his fingers tapped towards the sea of people!

In an instant, ten thousand swords were fired!

"Woooo

Countless piercing sounds of breaking the air converged into one piece, endlessly!

The dense sea of swords set off wave after wave of qi, and the sound was fierce! Climbing to the highest point of the void, it immediately swooped down, and the dense sword rain rushed straight down towards the crowd!

The momentum was so great that it shook everyone.

Mo Bei and the others couldn't help but gasp again and again, and they were cold all over their bodies.

"Ding, ding, ding!"

Each fairy sword fell in front of every young man, piercing into the ground, and the sword body trembled sharply and kept buzzing.

"Sword, what is a sword, the sharpness of a person, the edge is revealed, it is formed, it cannot be stopped, it is broken, it is a sword!" The middle-aged man's clear voice resounded throughout the square.

"Swordsmanship is endless, and there are thousands of changes. But—"

The black-clothed examiner changed his words: "Everything is inseparable! All swordsmanship is derived from the basic swordsmanship!"

"A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, and thousands of high-rise buildings rise from the ground! Basic swordsmanship is the most important thing!"

"The second level, test the question!Cultivate the basic sword technique fifty times!"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was in an uproar.

"This basic swordsmanship, although it is simple. But you have to be precise! I get tired and sweaty after I practice a set every day. The corners of Long Haotian's mouth twitched, and he said with a sad face: "This assessment is really unkind, you have to practice fifty times, and you can't get tired of lying down!"

Ye Qinghong pursed his lips, his toes were lightly raised, and the green sword was thrown up, and the blade of the sword drew a beautiful parabola in the void and fell in his hand:

"The assessment of the Taixu Sect is to screen people with outstanding talent and perseverance, which can be described as a single-plank bridge crowded by thousands of troops, where is it so easy. Come on!"

After all, Ye Qinghong's posture was like a butterfly, dancing, not so much practicing swords, but dancing. At this moment, she seems to be incarnated as a dancing elf on the tip of a sword, her body is fluttering, her movements are extremely elegant, and she is pleasing to the eye.

"Whew!"

Move!

All the teenagers held spirit swords in their hands, constantly swinging and slashing, and they couldn't stop roaring through the air.

Swords.

The countless sword lights continued to flood, swinging out circles of sword flowers, as if a hundred flowers were blooming, dazzling.

Mo Bei held a three-foot Qingfeng in his hand, and the tip of his sword pointed at the ground, but he didn't move in a hurry, and his eyes fell on the brown figure in the crowd of people not far away.

Waves of fierce momentum spread and poured from its body, erupting as the sword blade moved. It's Fang Luoyou!

He was free, shuttling through the crowd at high speed, and he was at ease.

The sword wind is whistling, sometimes slow and sometimes tight.

Sometimes the wind blows, which makes people's hearts awe-inspiring. Sometimes the spring breeze blows, making people feel as comfortable as bathing in the spring breeze.

Chop, tease, chop, collapse, tease, grid, intercept, stab, stir, hang, press!

Every move, every sword, contains sword intent.

This is the simplest basic swordsmanship, which seems simple, but it seems to be infinitely changing, and the momentum is incomparable, and it is impossible to parry. Caught everyone's attention.

"It seems that this person's comprehension of sword intent has reached an extremely high level. Mo Bei secretly thought in his heart: "The Taixu Sect is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. It is not an exaggeration to call this man a genius. ”

Sure enough, the teenagers around him exclaimed.

Such a genius is not alone here, whether it is Ji Wuxi, Ye Qingshuang, Chen Qingzhu is like this!

Among the four thousand people, there are hundreds of people, all of whom have comprehended the sword intent in this way, and almost all of these people are disciples of the immortal cultivation family. 、

Mo Bei let out a sigh of relief, and began to dance with a sword, slashing and slashing with a sword, and getting carried away.

The action is fast and slow, there is tension and relaxation, and the offensive and defensive fit is seamless.

The sword light is dazzling and ever-changing.

The expression on Mo Bei's face was extremely solemn, concentrating, he was just dancing his long sword, at this moment there was only him and the sword, there was nothing else between heaven and earth, only one person and one sword, selfless and one.

Time flies.

The entire Wujian Platform was silent, and only a slight whistle could be heard in the air, and the sword wind stirred the robe.

The first time, the second time, the tenth time!

Twentieth, thirtieth ......

Gradually, some people can't hold on, and loopholes appear!

"Wang Jiuchou, thirty-six times, deformed movements, failed!"

"Zhang Yu, forty-two times, unable to hold on, fail!"

......

Sounds like this resounded one after another in the entire Wujian platform. Those unqualified teenagers were immediately pulled away, and they were reluctantly caught up in the flying boat.

"No, give me another chance!!Please!"

"Do you know who I am? I'm the prince of Qingguo! Dare to drive me away!"

Immediately, the young man, known as the prince of Qingguo, was directly split by a burst of light falling from the sky, and was carried by someone and thrown onto the flying boat like a dead dog.

Among these unqualified teenagers, some begged, some screamed madly, but without exception, they were all sent to the flying boat.

"Woo Woo ......"

Everyone continues to practice swords!

Fortieth, forty-first, fortieth ......

For the fiftieth time!

An hour later, fifty times of basic swordsmanship, finally completed.

The three-foot green sword came out of Mo Bei's hand, drawing an elegant arc of light in the void, piercing into the ground rock, which shattered like tofu.

"Groaning ......"

The blade of the sword sank two feet deep, and the sword body trembled slightly, and it groaned softly.

All of them are so, keep at it!

The examiner took a deep breath and said in a low voice: "Basic swordsmanship, fifty times." Everybody's clear!"

Mo Bei held the sword in one hand, breathing steadily, except for a few fine beads of sweat on his forehead, as if nothing had happened.

Looking back, I saw that Long Haotian and Ye Qinghong were there, and the two of them were sweating all over!

Long Haotian's eyes widened, and his pupils were full of ecstasy: "I hold on, I hold on!"

Ye Qinghong is the same: "I persevered, I persevered!"

But there was another voice!

"Li He, the pace is unsteady, the breathing is irritable, the basic swordsmanship is forgotten fifty times, flirting, intercepting three moves, unqualified!"

"Chen Daoming, forget to split, collapse two moves. Unqualified!"

......

Sounds like this resounded one after another in the entire Wujian platform. All the teenagers were happy or worried, or shouted excitedly, or hid their faces and cried when they heard their unqualified voices.

In the end, 4,000 teenagers, 3,325 passed the first level, and 675 did not qualify.

Mo Bei and Ye Qinghong stood in the crowd of qualified teenagers, looking at those unqualified teenagers, and were caught up in the flying boat.

Among these unqualified teenagers, some begged, some screamed madly, but without exception, they were all sent to the flying boat.

"Woo Woo ......"

More than twenty flying boats slowly rose into the air, and a manic hurricane surged into the void and disappeared at the edge of the sky.

Long Haotian said happily and regretfully: "Among these teenagers, I don't know how many of them are like me, who came thousands of miles to worship the Taixu Sect, but they haven't even seen the Taixu Palace, so they were driven back. Ay...... It's cruel. ”

Ye Qinghong shook his head, and his voice sounded again: "The Immortal Dao is ruthless, and cultivation depends on chance, talent, or perseverance. Screening disciples is like a big wave sweeping sand. ”

"These people are not talented in the first place. He is not diligent in studying and training, and lacks perseverance. It is a matter of course to be expelled from the Taixu Sect, what is the pity. As long as Brother Mo Bei can pass the assessment!"

Speaking of this, Ye Qinghong subconsciously quietly turned her cheek, glanced at Mo Bei, and hurriedly stepped back, as if she was a thief.

As the three of them spoke, the examiner on the hilt of the sword, the black robe, suddenly shook extremely quickly, and the hunting sound. The breeze blew, lifting his body and soaring into the air.

He stepped on the void, put his hands behind his back, and walked slowly. The clear voice came out more than a hundred zhang away with the wind: "The first level, the Qingfeng Sword used in the trial, is the reward given to you by the sect!"

The second level, the cultivation of the seven-stroke swordsmanship. This is the Taixu Sect's Great Elder Yuanying Taiwei Zhenjun, who temporarily created the swordsmanship, these seven swordsmanship, and integrated all the basic swordsmanship into it. To be able to practice the five swords in one hour is to pass the level. ”

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