"If the good dog is not in the way, don't be embarrassed. If you can't get through the Xuantian Sword Gate, get away. Don't block my way." An arrogant and arrogant voice suddenly interrupted the young man's complaint.
On the square, an impressive column of people and horses slowly appeared in people's sight. Three tall black horses without a trace of color carried a carriage made of golden nanmu. The curtains of the carriage were inlaid with gold and silver. , followed by a group of men wearing iron armor with a rainbow of momentum, all walking in unison, exuding an extraordinary killing aura.
At this time, a young man wearing a white robe and a sword with great spiritual power was standing on the carriage with his lips curled up, shouting at the young man with disdain, but his expression was slightly childish. His face flashed with maturity and ruthlessness that was inconsistent with his age.
A pair of cold eyes were staring closely at the young man in navy blue. He was so powerful at such a young age. As he spoke, the noisy square suddenly became quiet, and the crowd kept looking at this young man. juvenile.
There are quite a few people who come to Xuantian Sword Sect to become apprentices today, and some of them are disciples from prominent families. However, they were secretly frightened when they saw the young man's attire for traveling. Even the men behind him wearing iron armor revealed their auras, and they turned out to be cultivators!
For a moment, many girls looked at the young man in white robes with eyes wide open. Some of the young men, whose family backgrounds were not bad, were secretly disdainful, some were jealous, and some even looked flattering and made disgusting faces. , There is no shortage of losers, both mortals and cultivators. As for those disciples who come from ordinary families or who set out to practice due to unexpected encounters, they look at it slightly and make sure that the matter has nothing to do with them.
Seeing the young man standing proudly in front of the carriage, looking down at the young man in his white robe with disdain and humiliating words, the face of the angry young man suddenly stiffened, and then the anger that had no place to vent seemed to find an outlet. He was about to burst into anger when he suddenly saw the young man in white robes stretching out his slender white jade hand, and the armored man behind him who was about to make a move, and he immediately took back what he was about to say.
He bowed his head honestly, his face was a little red. I don't know if it was because he was embarrassed in front of so many people. Others yelled at him, but he didn't dare to say a word. He still suppressed his redness, and then he walked quickly, as if he was running away. Before leaving the building.
Seeing the young man leaving in embarrassment, the boy in the white robe couldn't help but raise his hands slightly, his face looked proud, and he snorted. Then he jumped and landed on the ground of the square, with his hands behind his back, his head held high and his chest high, arrogantly. Walk towards the building.
The young man in white robe seemed to enjoy this sense of superiority and the admiration of everyone. He quickly entered the building and shouted loudly on purpose, lowering his head slightly, "Junior Bai Zimo, I came to Xuantian Sword Sect to become my disciple."
The voice spread throughout the square through spiritual power. For a while, everyone remembered the name Bai Zimo with different thoughts.
The roof of the building.
A middle-aged man in black linen and a jade-faced young man in a yellow sword robe both stood with their hands on their hands and looked into the distance, enjoying the breeze blowing in their faces.
"Uncle Master, look at it, is our Xuantian Sword Sect so lonely now? What kind of disciples are they? Let's not talk about qualifications, but just talk about character and character. This is too shameful." Huang Jian The young man in the robe had some sighs and anger on his jade face, and there was a vague worry in his eyes.
"Wu Tianshan, how many years have you been in the Xuantian Sword Sect? Why are you still so unstable? It's normal for a sect's luck to change. Back then, my Xuantian Sword Sect was only a third-rate sect in the world of cultivation. Later, Patriarch Xuantian had an epiphany and created his own Xuantian Sword Technique, breaking through the Mahayana realm in one fell swoop, until Juxia ascended, making my Xuantian Sword Sect become the leader. Although I am lonely now, there is no need to worry too much. If I have that time It’s better to practice hard.”
The middle-aged man in black plain clothes sighed softly, his eyes were still looking into the distance, his face was calm, but his eyes were full of vicissitudes of life, and there was no aura of spiritual power around him, but he could make the handsome young man in yellow sword robe respectfully call "Master" Uncle, come to think of it, he is not as simple a character as he seems on the surface.
"It's just that I'm not willing to give in. Looking back at the vast years, our Xuantian Sword Sect was so high-spirited and vigorous, but now we are reduced to accepting only this kind of disciples, and the number of disciples is getting smaller and smaller." A young man named Wu Tianshan looked at the square downstairs with cold eyes. those teenagers.
"Since the fall of our Xuantian Sword Sect, in recent decades, the great disciples of Yuehua Academy have been very ambitious and want to replace our Xuantian Sword Sect's position in the past. They have also made frequent moves this year. However, our Xuantian Sword Sect has been in decline. There are no prodigies in the generation of disciples, so it is difficult to stop them. I have to go back to the master to discuss countermeasures this time, otherwise such a vicious cycle will lead to our Xuantian Sword Sect gradually fading out of people's sight."
The middle-aged man in black plain clothes finally had a hint of emotion in his weathered eyes, but he still looked into the distance and never looked at the group of boys and girls downstairs.
Wu Tianshan, who was standing next to him, sighed slightly in his heart. He didn't know how many of this year's group of disciples would be able to enter the inner gate, and how many would be able to rise dazzlingly like stars. Today's Xuantian Sword Gate is not Lack of resources, only raw materials and time.
A gust of breeze passed by, and Wu Tianshan, who was too obsessed with his heart, sobered up a little. He sighed that time really didn't wait for me. Then he pursed his lips tightly and looked resolutely. Even if Xuantian Sword Sect really reached that point, I would not risk my life. To live or die with the sect.
The square downstairs.
As Bai Zimo swaggered into the building, the quiet crowd suddenly became noisy again, chatting or talking to each other. Only Zhao Jiuge looked at it with cold eyes, listening quietly to the voices in the crowd, collecting those Information and news that I have never heard of.
In the square, young people from well-off families, accompanied by their families, quietly waited for the news of entry. At the same time, they kept saying hello kindly to the people they knew and made friends with their future classmates. Most of the lonely figures were at home. The conditions were not good, because Qiyu came here with the idea of giving it a try.
There began to be more and more people in the square, most of them were family members who came with their children. Zhao Jiuge noticed that several groups of people came from behind. Looking at the luxurious momentum, it was no less pompous than Bai Zimo's before. Seeing this , Zhao Jiuge's heart became even hotter. He had never seen such a scene before, and now he felt that his thoughts were more firm in his heart.
The various people in the square were completely unaware that every move, every smile, every frown, and the ugly postures at this time were all being noticed by the two people on the roof.
After listening for a long time, Zhao Jiuge didn't hear any useful news. Looking at the dense crowd, he took a deep breath, straightened up, and strode towards the building. Whether he was going or staying, he didn't care. The decision is made at this moment.
Stepping onto the steps, Zhao Jiuge felt his heart pounding. The two disciples of the Xuantian Sword Sect in front of him, who were wearing blue sword robes and with a small sword printed on the cuffs of silver silk, saw Zhao Jiuge coming towards him, their eyes changed. He looked at Zhao Jiuge keenly, not letting go of anything from head to toe.
With a delicate face and a thin body hidden under a clean and simple black robe, Zhao Jiuge's indescribable affinity makes people very fond of him. Since he has cultivated to the spirit transformation realm, the influence of Sanskrit Music has also made Zhao Jiuge become spiritual.
After looking at each other from beginning to end, the two disciples confirmed Zhao Jiuge's approximate age. They nodded gently in Zhao Jiuge's nervous and expectant eyes, took a long breath, and took one step forward with excitement. The threshold of the building entered the hall. Zhao Jiuge stood on the threshold and looked around curiously.
The first impression is that it is antique, not flashy or luxurious.
In the hall, more than a dozen Xuantian Sword Sect disciples wearing blue sword robes were communicating one-on-one, accompanied by more than a dozen boys and girls who were about the same age as Zhao Jiuge, and each of them had more or less characteristics. The spiritual power fluctuates, but not much.
There were some calligraphy and paintings hanging on the surrounding walls. The fonts were so scrawled that Zhao Jiuge couldn't understand them, but he felt that every word had a sense of sword. It was particularly tough and vigorous. Each stroke revealed a sharpness, which made Zhao Jiuge feel Secretly surprised.
Then he discovered that there was another middle-aged man in the hall, but the cuffs of his blue sword robe were printed with three small silver swords. After thinking for a moment, Zhao Jiuge seemed to have thought of something, so he started to use his spiritual power, revealing a more powerful expression than the hall. There are more than a dozen more powerful spiritual auras on young girls.
kindness
Feeling the strange movement in the hall, more than a dozen boys and girls in the hall cast their gazes. Even the middle-aged man with the three silver swords on his sleeves was surprised for a while, and then he also cast a concerned look and looked at Zhao Jiuge. , the middle-aged man's eyes slightly contracted, and then he pressed his lips tightly and stood up, standing up and walking straight towards Zhao Jiuge.
The middle-aged man walked closer and closer, but Zhao Jiuge became more and more nervous. Finally, the middle-aged man came to Zhao Jiuge. His dark face was looking up and down at Zhao Jiuge. After reading it, he looked up and down. The short beard trembled slightly, and he showed a kind smile, "Are you coming to Xuantian Sword Sect today to prepare for entry?"
"Yeah, yes, senior, junior Zhao Jiuge." Zhao Jiuge quickly nodded in agreement and spoke respectfully.
Nodding slightly, the middle-aged man snorted, suddenly grabbed Zhao Jiuge's left hand, pinched the bone and touched it gently, and then slowly said, "You go to the third floor to have a rest. When the time is up, we will go to the teacher's office together. You’ve all regained your energy, the trial for the first time is not that easy.”
After saying that, he turned around and walked away towards the rest of the hall. After touching the bones and confirming his age and cultivation level, the middle-aged man allowed Zhao Jiuge to go upstairs with confidence.
Zhao Jiuge was stunned for a while. He didn't understand why he had to go to the third floor by himself. He looked up and saw that there was indeed a staircase at the corner of the floor. He walked upstairs with doubts and uneasiness.
As the middle-aged man finished speaking, the dozen or so figures who had originally focused their attention on Zhao Jiuge also made a slight stir. I don’t understand why Zhao Jiuge was allowed to go to the third floor, but what is certain is that this kind of treatment is definitely a good thing. .
It wasn't until Zhao Jiuge's figure disappeared upstairs that everyone withdrew their envious eyes, and then focused on facing the Xuantian Sword Sect disciples in front of them.