Mu Wufeng's eyes slowly opened, and the first thing that caught his eye was a shadow, Mu Wufeng felt a hint of familiarity, but he didn't know who it was.

He looked at the girl in front of him with a little confusion and asked coldly, "Who are you, this girl, and why are you here?"

After Ding Zitong hurriedly turned around and wiped his tears, he pouted and said, "You don't even know Miss Ben anymore?"

When Mu Wufeng heard such a familiar tone, a girl who had crossed paths with him four years ago, Ding Zitong, gradually appeared in his mind.

Although now as he grows older, Ding Zitong's landing is more beautiful and moving, but at this time, Mu Wufeng will not pay attention to these at all.

I heard Mu Wufeng still reply coldly: "Oh." ”

Then, Mu Wufeng took out a headband from one of the packages in the storage ring he was wearing. This hairband was taken off by Ding Zitong from his hair four years ago and given to Mu Wufeng, and the fragrance of the hair on it has long since dissipated.

Mu Wufeng threw it casually, and the hairband spun in the air and flew towards Ding Zitong.

Ding Zitong grabbed the headband and put it back on. She felt the familiar hairband, and looked at the boy in front of her, although the hairband had not changed, this boy didn't seem to be the original sunny and handsome boy.

Mu Wufeng walked out of the door with a brisk step, and he collided with Ding Chunqiu, who was about to come in. Ding Chunqiu also breathed a long sigh of relief when he saw Mu Wufeng wake up.

Ding Chunqiu said to Mu Wufeng with a little apology: "Wufeng, this Holy Sword Sect will be your home in the future, you can tell me if you have any difficulties." ”

Mu Wufeng's face remained unchanged, maintaining an indifferent expression.

He arched his hand at Ding Chunqiu and said, "Thank you, Uncle Ding, I just don't know where the Holy Sword Sect's cultivation ground is?"

Ding Chunqiu replied: "Wu Feng, your age is only just enough to enter my Holy Sword Sect, if you want to cultivate, you have to participate in the Pulse Measurement Conference in a month, the sword pulse is not less than the blue medium grade and ranks in the top 10,000 out of 100,000 people in the competition after the Pulse Measurement Conference, you are eligible to enter my Holy Sword Sect, this rule cannot be changed even by me, the sect master, even Zitong has to participate." ”

Mu Wufeng frowned slightly: "Could it be that the Holy Sword Sect will also hold a pulse measurement conference?"

Ding Zitong, who came over from the side, said disdainfully: "Every top sect in this Sword Qi Continent will hold a pulse measurement conference every year to select new talents, stupid. ”

Mu Wufeng ignored Ding Zitong, but said to Ding Chunqiu, "Okay, I will participate." ”

After speaking, Mu Wufeng walked to an open space outside the room and began to cultivate, and Ding Chunqiu saw that after Mu Wufeng concentrated on cultivation, his body disappeared in place as soon as he moved. Outside, only Ding Zitong and Mu Wufeng were left.

Although Mu Wufeng's eyes were closed, the soul power that was radiating from him could feel that Ding Zitong was staring at him not far away, and there were bursts of anger on his body.

Suddenly, Ding Zitong, who was not far away, pulled out the sword in his hand, and the surging sword qi of the bearer stabbed at Mu Wufeng.

Mu Wufeng frowned slightly, is this Nizi crazy, why is she suddenly going to cut me.

But Mu Wufeng unhurriedly pulled out his Fire Spirit Sword, and said that the flame sword qi condensed on the Fire Spirit Sword, and also stabbed Ding Zitong.

I saw that the two sword qi only touched for a moment in the air, and Ding Zitong's sword qi was swallowed, and the fiery sword qi was about to come towards Ding Zitong.

Ding Zitong held his chest with his hands and stood in place with his eyes closed.

Mu Wufeng couldn't help but grit his teeth as he watched this Nizi's crazy move. He already felt that Ding Zitong at this time had the strength of a first-grade great sword master, and he was definitely a genius among geniuses at this age, but in the eyes of Mu Wufeng, a second-grade great sword master, it was far from enough, so Mu Wufeng's sword was only used for thirty percent of his strength, and he believed that Ding Zitong could completely catch this sword.

But he didn't expect that Ding Zitong didn't use all his strength, so naturally he couldn't stop this sword.

Mu Wufeng's lips moved slightly, and he snorted softly: "Receive!"

The fiery sword qi that was about to approach Ding Zitong suddenly turned into nothing.

After seeing Mu Wufeng retract the fiery sword qi that was about to rush to his face, Ding Zitong smiled ghostly and deliberately said his thoughts loudly: "You kid, it seems that you still have this girl in your heart, why are you pretending to be cold," After speaking, he twisted his slender waist and left.

But Mu Wufeng didn't think about it so much, if he injured Ding Zitong, then how could he stay in this Holy Sword Sect, after all, he still had to quickly improve his strength to avenge his father for the Sword God Sect and his father.

A month has passed, and the Holy Sword Sect's pulse measurement conference has also arrived.

Since the Holy Sword Sect was the only super sect in the Holy Sword Continent that was qualified to hold a pulse measurement conference, there was also an endless stream of people coming, surrounding this Holy Sword Sect.

Mu Wufeng also came to the pulse measurement conference. He looked at the magnificent scenery of the crowd around him, and couldn't help but think of the scene at the Sword God Sect's pulse measurement conference that day, and he couldn't help but be slightly moved.

After the elders of the Holy Sword Sect announced the start of the Pulse Measurement Conference, the swordsmen who came to participate in the Pulse Measurement Conference were eager to try, and they couldn't hold back their impulses.

A simple-looking, obese young man came to Mu Wufeng's side and said, "Little brother, seeing that you look so special, you must be a very powerful character, right?" My name is Zhao Jinzhu, you can also add me Jinzhu and make friends." ”

Indeed, Mu Wufeng's originally handsome and sunny face added a bit of coldness, his long silver hair fluttered in the wind, and he was dressed in a blue and white dyed jade robe, like a god.

But Mu Wufeng said coldly: "I'm not interested." ”

But Zhao Jinzhu still didn't give up, and chased Mu Wufeng to ask him what his name was, what number he was in several groups, his height and weight, and his life experience, and he wanted to introduce him to a few beauties.

Mu Wufeng really couldn't stand the lips of this golden pillar, so he told him what his name was in several groups, but he didn't expect to be in the same group as this golden pillar.

The golden pillar was even more pleasantly surprised, and said to Mu Wufeng with a smile: "Brother Wufeng, when you enter this Holy Sword Sect in the future, you have to take care of me." ”

The Elder of the Holy Sword Sect had already called Mu Wufeng's group number, so Mu Wufeng ignored him, but walked towards the Pulse Measuring Stone himself, and the golden pillar also followed.

Each of the swordsmen in this group tried their best to operate their sword qi, and the names were also typed out in the light screen in the sky, followed by the pulse measurement results.

"Zhao Jinzhu, purple mid-grade sword vein. "Mu Wufeng, blue mid-grade sword vein. ”

Mu Wufeng already knew that this would be the result, and he walked down the vein stone without raising his eyes.

And Zhao Jinzhu on the side obviously didn't know the secret in Mu Wufeng's body, so he hurriedly followed up and comforted Mu Wufeng and said, "It's okay, Brother Wufeng, this sword vein doesn't mean anything, you will definitely be very powerful in the future." ”

Mu Wufeng also didn't expect that after Zhao Jinzhu knew that he was a blue mid-grade sword vein, he was not complacent and looked down on him, but ran over to comfort himself first, this kind of person is rare. Suddenly, Zhao Jinzhu's image changed a little in Mu Wufeng's heart.

By the end of the evening, the pulse measurement session had already been completed.

A voice came from the sky: "The pulse measurement conference has ended, and the players who are not lower than the blue mid-grade sword veins will come to the Holy Sword Sect competition ground tomorrow for a competition." ’

Mu Wufeng firmly believed that he could enter this Holy Sword Sect. You have to find the latest chapters by yourself to read books?