It was already late at night, but the foot of Jianzhong Mountain, which was originally a little deserted, suddenly became warm.

It turned out that the elders from the Four Pavilions and Eight Peaks came here one after another.

After taking the sword, the four pavilions and eight peaks will take the initiative to select their favorite disciples. This is common sense.

Because as long as the outstanding disciples who can obtain the inheritance of the sword spirit from the Sword Tomb Mountain do not die, they will almost certainly be powerful sword cultivators in the Breaking Sky Realm or even the Holy Realm in the future. Almost no one is willing to give up on such matters that increase the foundation of each pavilion.

Luo Hanyue stood on a rock at the foot of the mountain, looking calm.

Chen Yi of Xige appeared beside him, looking at the mountain without saying a word.

As time passed, people walked out of the mountain one after another, with nothing in their hands, and their faces were annoyed. When they saw the eyes of the people at the foot of the mountain, their heads became lower and lower.

The venue is very quiet.

No one laughed at or cared about it, because it was a normal thing.

In decades, there were only a few disciples who could seek ancient swords at the sword tomb for the first time.

A disciple was holding an ancient long sword and just went down the mountain, he was stopped by an elder from Luohan Peak in the Eight Peaks. After a few brief conversations, the disciple walked behind the elder and successfully became a disciple of Luohan Peak.

Then more and more disciples went down the mountain, some were happy and some were upset, and the scenes were all the same.

The deacons in the Eight Peaks began to select the disciples they valued on behalf of the Peak Master.

The elders in the four pavilions looked calm and unmoved, but just looked at the top of the mountain quietly.

The trip to the sword tomb once every five years, the four pavilions have very few disciples, but they are extremely talented.

....

Han Shaobin successfully walked down from the foot of the mountain.

He showed an expression of uncontrollable joy on his face.

A long sword full of red was tightly held in his hand by him, and a trace of mist appeared from the sword body, which was very magical.

When the elder of the Nan Pavilion saw this scene, Li Huamei sighed: "It turned out to be the Red Refining Divine Sword, I haven't seen it for many years."

Zhang Wei from Xige said: "Chilian should be the sword of Senior Brother Mo Yan back then. This little guy is not top-notch, but he is lucky."

The elder of the Dong Pavilion looked at him with a smile, without saying a word.

In the end, Li Xuankong from the North Pavilion stood up unintentionally. This was the first time that the Four Pavilions took the initiative to recruit people.

The other three looked calm.

Because Mo Yan came from Bei Pavilion and inherited Mo Yan's sword, it was natural to enter Bei Pavilion.

Han Shaobin bent down respectfully to Li Xuankong in the envious eyes of everyone.

The first disciple of the Four Pavilions finally appeared.

...

A sword roar resounded through the mountains.

Another sword appeared in the clouds in the mountains, as fast as lightning and as thunder.

What's even more interesting is that he has a boy behind him.

It turned out to be Li Yihan.

Li Yihan held the hilt of the sword, and the ancient sword led him to rush down from the top of the mountain that was probably thousands of feet high, and then stopped for a moment half a meter from the ground without trembling at all.

The sword body is as green as bamboo and as smooth as water.

The foot of the mountain was illuminated in the dark night, and the red refining in Han Shaobin's hands showed the colors of yin and yang.

"What a magical sword."

"It turned out to be Qingmei Sword Spirit, one of the three swords of the sword tomb."

"This son is so talented and talented that he is indeed top-notch."

The elders of the four pavilions spoke one after another, looking at Li Yihan with admiration in their eyes.

Zhang Wei said, "You are doing a good job, are you willing to join my West Pavilion?"

Li Yihan's face was a little pale, as if he was still feeling scared. He just nodded and walked silently behind Zhang Wei.

A disciple who is expected to enter the holy realm in the future.

The other three elders looked at this scene with a flash of eyes, but they still didn't make a sound in the end.

Because they knew that Xige had long been very optimistic about Li Yihan, perhaps they had made an agreement with him secretly before Li Yihan entered Jiange.

If you rob someone at this time, not only will the opportunity be slim, but you will have a complete relationship with Xige, which is not a good deed.

Li Huamei looked into the mountains and suddenly smiled and said to a fat man like Maitreya Buddha beside her: "Elder Wuchen, do you have a disciple you like today in your heart?"

Hearing this, the scene suddenly became quiet and the atmosphere was a little abnormal.

Wuchen is the great elder of Dong Pavilion.

Dongge has not accepted any disciples for a long time, except for the senior brother of Jiange who was far away from the scriptures and the Taoist sanctions.

The ultimate reason is that the head of the sect has been in seclusion in recent years and has never been born. When the storm is at its peak, there is even a slight rumor that the head of the sect has become a part of it.

Elder Wuchen had never even come symbolically in the past few years, but why did he suddenly arrive this time?

Is he trying to accept disciples himself, or is the head of the sect preparing to accept disciples himself?

If it were the latter, it would naturally be a news that shocked Jiange and even shocked the Tianhai Continent.

Wuchen smiled unchanged when he heard this, and said casually: "The disciples of this generation are all very good. I don't have much thoughts. Just the head of the sect asked me to come, so I came."

"The head of the sect asked me to come, and I'll come."

Hearing these unconcealed words, even Li Huamei, who was chatting, changed her face.

Li Xuankong subconsciously supported his beard and was shocked to think that some of his talents among this generation of disciples could still alarm the leader?

Zhang Wei looked towards the horizon with a serious expression.

If the head of the sect has come out of seclusion, does that mean that he has broken through the legendary shackles of heaven and earth?

...

A cheerful laughter sounded at the foot of the mountain, interrupting everyone's thoughts.

A little girl with ponytail floated from the mountain... no, she flew directly down.

She did not have a sword in her hand, but a seven-foot-long red silk wrapped around her body, and the wind was free of wind. It was combined with the little girl's innocent and cute face, like a fairy coming to the world.

Everyone was attracted by this scene.

As long as you reach the mortal realm, you can fly with an ancient sword with the same intentions.

But she didn't have a sword in her hand, and the only weird thing was the red silk.

Many people frowned again because they couldn't see through it.

Only Li Huamei from Nan Pavilion in the field, Luo Hanyue's expression changed drastically and she rushed out in an instant.

....

As soon as the little girl landed, she was surrounded by two outstanding women. She was shocked. Then she felt the hot eyes of the two, hugged Hong Ling and said angrily: "This is mine! mine!"

Luo Hanyue showed a kind smile.

Li Huamei looked at the red silk with complicated eyes, then said softly: "Little girl, don't be afraid, I just want to ask how it came about."

Meng Yixiao blinked, held the red silk end and said innocently: "I don't know. Before I could reach the top of the mountain, it flew over and surrounded me, and then took me around, which was fun."

"It seems it's God's will." Li Huamei was stunned.

Luo Hanyue continued to ask, "Then would you like to enter my Nan Pavilion?"

It was unexpectedly quiet again.

Meng Yixiao is recognized as the youngest and most talented among this generation of disciples. All four pavilions have some intentions. Just looking at Li Huamei and Luo Hanyue’s strange expressions at this time, no one chose to speak out.

The little girl thought for a while, looked distressed, then turned her head and said, "Lu Chen, what do you think you should do?"

....

Perhaps Meng Yixiao's appearance was too shocking, or for some other reason, no one noticed the boy going down the mountain behind her.

Lu Chen's face seemed to be getting paler due to the moonlight. After he went down the mountain, he looked at the red silk, then at the green plum, and finally at the red silk on the little girl's body, a little surprised.

The sword intent above the red silk is so strong that it is no less than that of the red refining or even the green plum.

Luo Hanyue's eyes were complicated and she said, "Hong Ling is actually the relic of the acting master of the South Pavilion, that is, my master, and has not been born in a century."

A burst of exclamations rang around, and then quickly disappeared.

Even the elders of the other three pavilions heard this secret for the first time and all looked surprised.

Lu Chen suddenly asked back: "Isn't your master the current master of the Nange Pavilion?"

Luo Hanyue nodded and said, "Yes."

"Then what are you waiting for?"
To be continued...