Since Mu Zijun arrived, Liu Yinger talked more and her smile became sweeter. Looking at Luo Xie, he couldn't bear the turmoil in his heart even more. However, Zhao Jiuge observed that Mu Zijun took advantage of a few people's attention and looked at them schemingly, which was not consistent with the smile on the surface. This made him Zhao Jiuge felt that this was not a fuel-efficient lamp.
Everyone was chatting without saying a word, and then seven or eight people came one after another to the third floor. One of the girls was the most eye-catching. She had a graceful figure, hot and sexy clothes, and a charming face, which was particularly attractive. .
This made Luo Xie want to stop, but the people who followed did not come forward to talk, but just stayed quietly.
Time passed little by little, and the noisy sound in the square downstairs outside became smaller and smaller. Gradually, the crowd became smaller and smaller. Those who either did not meet the conditions or were not qualified to enter were some who were laughing and some were sad.
Those who were unwilling continued to try other sects, and those who did not meet the conditions were complaining and venting. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the square, and the crowd in the square, which was rendered orange, were performing their own joys and sorrows.
The roof of the building.
The ordinary middle-aged man in black robe and Wu Tianshan still stood upright, looking at the sunset that was about to set.
"Uncle Master, the recruitment of disciples is about to end. I don't know how many new disciples my Xuantian Peak lineage of the Xuantian Sword Sect will have this time. The position of headmaster has been passed down to my Xuantian Peak. Now my Xuantian Sword Sect As the sect gradually declined, both Xuan Qifeng and Xuan Luofeng began to use this as an excuse, saying that Master was in charge of the sect and had caused such a situation, and put all the blame on Master." Wu Tianshan said with a straight face.
The middle-aged man in black robe narrowed his eyes slightly and remained silent for a long time. He didn't know what he was thinking. He finally spoke after a while, "Since the ancestor Xuantian became an immortal in one fell swoop, he has set the rules and left three veins to complement each other." , with my Xuantian Peak as the main one and their two peaks as the base, is it possible to try to seize power now?"
After a while, a flash of light flashed through the middle-aged man's slightly narrowed eyes.
"Today, I took a look and found that there are still a few good bones. When the time comes, there will be no problem in passing the test of the outer door and entering the inner door. When the time comes, I will train more and it will be time to kill the majesty of both of them."
The words were unhurried, but every word revealed coldness.
On the other hand, Wu Tianshan, who was wearing a yellow sword robe, had a slightly worried look on his face. He looked at the scattered people in the square with his eyes. "Hey, there are powerful enemies outside and chaos inside. Everything depends on this year." After criticizing the disciples, it seems that in more than ten years there will be a battle meeting between various sects, and I guess that will be the key point then."
The lobby on the third floor.
As time passed little by little, the afterglow of the setting sun also shone on the window sill, and the hollow flower prints carved on the window sill were still in the pavilion.
"I've kept you waiting for a long time. You must have rested enough. Let's all go down to the square to gather." A young disciple in a blue sword robe came to the third floor at some point and opened his mouth, which shocked everyone. They didn't even feel it. This disciple's aura fluctuated.
Zhao Jiuge was secretly surprised, thinking that even an ordinary disciple was like this, which showed how extraordinary the Xuantian Sword Sect was. I heard that it was in decline now, but I guess even if it was in decline, a skinny camel would still be bigger than a horse.
Ever since Zhao Jiuge happened to encounter the inheritance left by Ye Wuyou in the stone chamber, and accidentally stepped on the door of cultivating immortals, everything along the way was just a small fight. In this mysterious and fantasy world, Zhao Jiuge didn't even have the tip of the iceberg. I saw that, except for the Grandpa Yang that Su Su mentioned, I had only seen practitioners at the Foundation Establishment Realm.
You must know that the first three realms are all for laying the foundation for foundation building. Only when you reach the foundation building realm can you start formal practice. Entering this gate is like a house. You must dig a hole first. After the hole is dug, you can lay the foundation. After the foundation is laid, In order to build a building layer by layer, the stronger the foundation, the taller the building can be, and the further you can go on the path of spiritual practice.
Seeing a young disciple wearing a blue sword robe with silver edging on the cuffs and carrying a long sword behind him, he thought that he would be able to do this right away. For a moment, he couldn't help feeling that the blood in his body was boiling. A kind of expectation, but also a kind of excitement.
For a moment, with black robes and long flowing hair, the whole person looked high-spirited.
"It's finally here. My butt is numb after sitting for a long time." Wang Wanwan couldn't stop for a moment and sat up immediately. The fat all over his body was shaking slightly when he stood up. Zhao Jiuge glanced at his butt and then looked at it. Looking at the wooden stool, I thought that this stool was really pitiful and had to bear so much pressure.
After hearing the instructions of the young disciple, the expressions of the more than twenty figures in the hall changed slightly. After leaving these words, the disciple of Xuantian Sword Sect took the lead and walked downstairs. In just one breath, he There was no sign of him, so everyone had already become accustomed to it and walked towards the square one after another.
With a flash of his eyes and a deep breath, Zhao Jiuge followed the flow of people and walked towards the square downstairs. When this moment came, he realized that it was so fast. When he passed by the second floor, he found that the building was already empty. , there was no one around, I thought I might have gone downstairs first.
When he stepped out of the threshold and stepped out of the building, the scene in front of him completely shocked Zhao Jiuge's heart.
On the square paved with blue stone tiles, there were more than two hundred boys and girls wearing various colors and decorations standing. Looking from a distance, the setting sun seemed to be witnessing this moment, and it was still lingering. Willing to fall.
A layer of brilliant gold casts a curtain of light on the square and the bodies of the crowd. The slanting shadows stretched long. Everyone stood in an orderly and orderly queue. When I didn’t know when I discovered a few people. A middle-aged man in sword robes and a dozen disciples in blue sword robes stood in front of the building.
In the noisy square, the sound gradually decreased from high to low until it was completely silent. Everyone stood quietly and stared at the figures of the middle-aged men in front of them. For a while, no one spoke in the whole square, which seemed particularly silent.
The middle-aged men in sword robes also did not speak, but their eyes were as sharp as swords. They swept back and forth at the crowd in the square. Whenever their eyes focused on a person, that person would The whole body was unnaturally tense, the body was straight, and the breathing was slightly stagnant.
Zhao Jiuge only felt that when one of the middle-aged men glanced at him, he actually felt the meaning of the sword, which contained the sharpness and indomitable momentum of the sword. The feeling was the same as the sword contained in the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall when he went upstairs. The meaning is somewhat similar, but not as intense as the eyes.
On the top of the building, two figures still stood and did not leave. When the scattered teenagers in the square finally began to straighten their bodies, and a youthful vitality slowly overflowed, the middle-aged man in black robes with a pair of weathered eyes, Finally, he didn't look into the distance, but looked downstairs at the square.
Downstairs, there was silence.
When an atmosphere of depression and tension filled the air, everyone unconsciously tensed up every part of their bodies, and the vitality began to slowly gather together, forming a majestic momentum. This scene looked like a scene against the setting sun. So spectacular.
"Humph, finally something looks good." He let out a cold snort from his nose, and then looked away slightly.
Wu Tianshan looked at the spectacular scene in the square with great interest, with a faint smile on his face. His thoughts drifted to the day when he entered the school when he was young. At that time, he was not like these young people in front of him. The future is full of fantasy and expectations, and at the same time, I am extremely determined in my heart.
But as time changes, gradually this kind of idea and insight no longer exists, and what is replaced is only the lost heart. The more you take a step, the more difficult the next step is. Therefore, when many monks reach a certain level and there is no hope of breakthrough. , they simply began to enjoy themselves, and some even committed rape, abuse and abuse.
If there is no hope, there will be no disappointment. Anyone who is born will do evil, but those cruel people only do such things because they have abnormal thoughts and abnormal thoughts in their hearts because they have no hope of becoming immortals.
I thought to myself, it’s great to be young.
Seeing these young and immature faces, maybe some of them will enter the inner sect in the future, or even become his junior disciples. Affected by his mood, some of the previous worries were diluted a bit.
"I don't know how many people will be able to enter the pulse of Xuantian Peak this time." Looking at the figures with great interest, Wu Tianshan's eyes were filled with anticipation.
"Let it go." The words were cold and light, concise and clear, and he cherished the words like gold, as if he was unwilling to say one more word.
Looking at the uncle in front of him, Wu Tianshan sighed slightly in his heart. His uncle was so dazzling a hundred years ago. Later, due to an accident, the Taoist monk was killed by an evil and cruel person. From then on, his character changed drastically. , became indifferent.
This also hurt those evil and ferocious monks and killed them all. From then on, the entire world of immortal cultivation knew that there was a madman in the Xuantian Sword Sect, and they gave him the nickname Xuantian Shura.
More than ten minutes have passed in the square, and the crowd is still standing like that, but they are anxious and no one is the first to break the calm, because there is a solemn atmosphere in the air. On the other hand, the middle-aged men still don’t want to speak. mean.
This hasn't even started yet, are you just trying to show off your power
Finally, the majestic words spread throughout the square.
"It took so long to calm down. You have no discipline at all, and you still want to enter the Xuantian Sword Sect!"
One of them was a middle-aged man with a mustache and Chinese character face, eyes slightly narrowed, full of majesty. After a pause, his eyes scanned the crowd and when he found that no one spoke, he continued.
“Now, some of you may be complacent, some are lucky, and some are still unclear, but I want to say that being able to enter this building does not mean that you can become a member of Xuantian Sword Sect. Being a member of the Xuantian Sword Sect does not mean that you can enter the inner sect to practice!"
A fleeting word immediately stirred up a thousand waves, and the whole square was in an uproar.