When Wang Dong came to the martial arts field, many Guihai Sect disciples had already gathered here, lining up, waiting to have their names engraved on the black stone tablet.
Wang Dong walked to the end of the team and looked up at the front of the team. Beside the black stone, there were disciples of the Guihai Sect holding their own weapons and writing furiously on the black stone.
Wang Dong noticed that among the Guihai Sect disciples who had finished carving their names and left, some were in high spirits and some had gloomy faces. This made him frown. Could there be something weird about this black stone tablet? These Guihai Sect disciples who came to carve their names How come the disciples of the sect showed two completely different reactions
An hour later, Wang Dong finally followed the team to the side of the black stone tablet. Many names were densely written on the black stone tablet. Wang Dong glanced at it and saw the name of the sixth junior brother among them.
Wang Dong was a little surprised. He didn't expect that his sixth junior brother, who had his arm broken, recovered quickly and could now participate in the sect's competition. However, after searching carefully, he found that Zhang Qing's name was not in it, which surprised Wang Dong. Could it be that Zhang Qing had not recovered from the incident of losing his love to him and had lost interest in the sect competition. What
With this thought, Wang Dong's mouth curved slightly, and then he looked sideways to his side - a Guihai Sect disciple was holding up the long sword in his hand and waving it on the black stone tablet, but what was surprising was that , no matter how hard he tried, not even a slight sword mark was left on the black stone tablet.
"Why? Why can't my name be engraved on it!" The Guihai Sect disciple refused to believe his eyes. He raised his sword and tried again and again, but he didn't know what material the black stone was made of, and there was no trace at all. He stayed, so that in the end, this Guihai Sect disciple actually raised his sword and struck the black stone tablet.
Bang!
The long sword collided with the black stone, making a muffled sound. Wang Dong took a look and saw that the black stone tablet was still the same as before. The Guihai Sect disciple slashed with all his strength, but could not leave even a trace on it. Not a single scratch.
Realizing the strange characteristics of the black stone tablet, Wang Dong frowned. No wonder some Guihai Sect disciples left with sad faces. There was something really strange on the black stone tablet.
"Junior brother, don't waste your efforts. Even if you cut off your own sword, you won't be able to carve your own name on it..." At this time, an older disciple beside the Guihai Sect disciple said: "This The black stone tablet will not leave a trace on it unless it has reached a certain level of cultivation."
"I am a dignified fourth-level martial arts disciple, but I can't even leave my own name!" The Guihai Sect disciple was stunned when he heard this, and his eyes were full of regret when he looked at the black stone tablet.
"Look at me!" The elder Guihai Sect disciple also drew out his weapon. He shouted loudly, and the weapon fell on the black stone tablet. His strength was so great that the weapon collided with the black stone tablet. Mars, when the disciple of Guihai Sect put away his weapon, he saw his name on the black stone tablet. Although the inscription was superficial, it was inscribed after all.
"Junior brother, senior brother, I am a fifth-level martial arts disciple. It seems that the purpose of this black stone tablet is to screen the applicants in advance..." The elder Guihai Sect disciple said: "Only if your name is engraved on the black stone tablet, can you You are considered qualified to register.”
"No..." The fourth-level disciple of the Guihai Sect screamed when he heard this: "I have been practicing for ten years, but in the end, I can't even get the qualification to apply. I hate it so much, and I won't give in!"
Hearing the analysis of this fifth-level martial arts disciple, Wang Dong nodded in agreement, and at the same time felt relieved. He was also a fifth-level martial arts disciple, so at least he still had the qualifications to register.
"Junior brother, go back and practice hard. If you don't succeed in the next competition, you will be qualified to participate!" After the fifth-level disciple left his name on the black stone, he was satisfied and prepared to leave.
"Senior brother, wait a minute!" When the fourth-level martial arts disciple saw that the other party was about to leave, his expression changed and he hurriedly called out to him.
"Junior brother, what else do you want?" The fifth-level disciple stopped, turned around and said with a smile.
"Senior brother, can you..." The fourth-level martial arts disciple leaned towards the fifth-level disciple with a mysterious look on his face. After he said something in his ear, the fifth-level martial arts disciple's face became hesitant.
"Junior brother, isn't this bad!" The fifth-level disciple said pretending to be embarrassed.
"Brother, I really want to sign up for this competition, please help me!" After the fourth-level disciple finished speaking, he raised his hand and groped around his waist, and then, a small dark object He thrust it into the hands of a fifth-level martial arts disciple.
Apparently, this fourth-level disciple actually wanted the fifth-level warrior in front of him to carve his name on it.
Wang Dong noticed that what the fourth-level martial apprentice handed over was actually a low-grade soul stone. Looking at the pained look on his face, he knew that this soul stone was extremely precious to him. He might have kept it for advancement, and Now he uses it as a reward for others to help him engrave his name.
If I had known, I would have carved it for him... Wang Dong thought with some regret that it was still too early for the monthly rebates to be distributed next month, and he didn't have a soul stone in his hand.
"Forget it, I'll help you just once!" The fifth-level disciple put away the soul stone, showing a satisfied look. He asked the fourth-level disciple's name, took out his weapon and started chopping on the black stone tablet. Soon, the name of the fourth-level disciple was engraved on the black stone tablet.
Seeing that his name finally appeared on the black stone tablet, the fourth-level disciple was beaming with excitement, but the next change on the black stone tablet made his joy freeze on his face.
In the sight of everyone, the inscriptions on the names of the fourth-level disciples slowly swelled up, as if filled with something. In the blink of an eye, the names of the fourth-level disciples were once again removed from the black stone tablet. disappeared. Not only that, the names of the fifth-level disciples also disappeared. It was as if the name had never been engraved on it.
"How could this happen?" The fourth-level martial arts disciple was completely shocked. Not only did he hand over a low-grade soul stone in vain, he actually got nothing.
The fifth-level disciple couldn't believe his eyes. His registration qualification had disappeared before his eyes. This made his mind go blank for a moment, and the joy of earning a low-grade soul stone in vain disappeared instantly.
"It's not easy to cheat if you want to! Hahaha..."
"Senior brother who is at the fifth level, although you missed the registration qualification, you still earned a low-grade soul stone... It does not count as compensation!"
"Are you going to accompany Dafa? If you can participate in the competition, you will benefit more than just a low-grade soul stone!"
The Guihai Sect disciples who saw this scene suddenly showed a look of gloating. Wang Dong also twitched the corner of his mouth with some luck. Fortunately, he didn't do anything foolish and uneconomical because of his wealth.
After some discussion, everyone ignored the two people who had just met with great misfortune. Some even urged Wang Dong: "Junior brother Wang, you should hurry up and carve your name. There is a large group of people waiting in line behind you. .”
"It'll be carved right away!" Wang Dong smiled apologetically at the man, then lowered his head to observe the black stone tablet.
The man's urging also made the crowd around him notice the existence of Wang Dong. Wang Dong, the waste of Guihai Sect yesterday, is no stranger to today's genius. In just a moment, Wang Dong replaced the former one. Two unlucky guys became the center of attention.
"Junior brother Wang is so brave, he didn't even bring a weapon!"
"It's not like you want to carve words with your bare hands, right? Even the Earth-level martial souls can't do this..."
"Perhaps Earth-level martial souls can release their soul power during the martial arts apprentice stage!"
Everyone observed Wang Dong for a moment and saw that his hands were empty, so they began to tease him.
Wang Dong ignored everyone's teasing and reached into his arms. The broken sword where the sword soul resided was quietly emerging from his body in the form of flowing light, and re-condensed into shape in his hand.
Wang Dong pretended to be groping, and when the broken knife regrouped in his hand, he took his hand out of his arms.
"Junior brother Wang, are you kidding us? Is this hatchet you brought from the fire house?"
"Yes, the sect master takes special care of his old man. It's too shabby for you to use such a broken sword. As long as you ask, the sect master will give you any kind of magic weapon!"
No one was surprised that Wang Dong took out a long knife from his arms, but what surprised them was the shabby appearance of the broken knife. In their eyes, this knife was too dull for chopping firewood, let alone for cutting wood. This extremely demanding black stone tablet has words engraved on it.
Wang Dong naturally ignored everyone's sarcastic comments. The broken knife was covered with rust and there was a incomplete hole where the tip of the knife was. It made the knife look extremely unsightly, but Wang Dong felt like he was holding a treasure. Generally, look at it carefully.
This is the first time he has used this remnant sword of the Sword Saint. It was this broken sword that changed his destiny. Wang Dong rubbed the handle of the knife with his fingers and felt the feel, then raised the knife and pointed the blade towards the black stone tablet.
"Junior Brother Wang, lend me a moment!" Wang Dong was about to engrave his name when he saw a Guihai Sect disciple from the team next to him walking up to him: "Junior Brother Wang, I have been waiting for a long time, so I should go first. Let’s carve it!”
As the Guihai Sect disciple said this, he pulled out a shining scimitar from his waist. The knife was exquisitely crafted and exquisitely styled, and it looked like something extraordinary at first glance.
Seeing this, Wang Dong stopped his action of raising the knife, and the corner of his mouth twitched. Without thinking, he knew that this man came specifically to show off the knife to him. He shook his head helplessly, a little speechless at this man's behavior, but He did not show dissatisfaction, but stepped aside and let the man come to the black stone monument.
The Guihaizong disciple came to the stone tablet, raised his sword and carved words on the tablet. Following his movements, everyone suddenly burst into exclamations. His handwriting was as deep as a finger's width, strong and powerful. At first glance, , you know that this person has extraordinary strength and an extraordinary sword.
After he engraved his name on the stone tablet eloquently, the Guihai Sect disciple put away his long sword, raised his hand to Wang Dong, and said: "Junior Brother Wang, you accept, I am a seventh-level martial arts disciple, with a yellow-level martial spirit. , I’m also good at using a knife!”
Feelings came through provoking him in this way. Wang Dong's mouth twitched. He knew that his awakening of the earth-level martial spirit made many people who couldn't eat grapes feel jealous, especially those disciples of the yellow-level martial spirit. . He didn't expect that he would meet one at this time.
"Senior brother is good at swordsmanship!" Wang Dong nodded and responded to the seventh-level martial arts disciple. The man's name on the black stone tablet was like a sculpture written by a famous artist. It was very beautiful and really fit the strength of his seventh-level martial arts disciple. .
Wang Dong saw the seventh-level martial arts disciple standing next to him in a serious manner after carving his name, pretending to be waiting for him, which made him dumbfounded.
Do you have to watch yourself make a fool of yourself to be happy
With a helpless sigh, Wang Dong raised his broken sword and saw a stern expression on his face. After using the Wanfa Guizong sword technique, he controlled the broken sword in his hand to strike at the black stone tablet.
(End of chapter)