Knowing that Ji Tinglang was unintentionally punishing Xiao Mingyue, he felt relieved, his eyes became clear and bright again, and sat cross-legged on Ji Tinglang and said, "Master, Junior Brother Xiao has just broken through the period of concentration. It seems that he has not been able to comprehend the sword intent for a long time. You put him into the sword intent formation from the beginning. Is there any flaw in being too hasty?"

Putting the teacup on his lips, Ji Tinglang took a sip and said, "The Sword Intention Formation is a second-grade magic array, the third-level artistic conception. You have barely reached the threshold of the third level. Even if you have not successfully entered the third level of artistic conception, you are already very pleased by the master's efforts! However...," Ji Tinglang stared at the sky outside the house and smiled bitterly: "I can't find a suitable successor or a suitable candidate for war general. I will never be willing to give up!"

Han Yuchen was shocked and said, "Master means that Junior Brother Xiao has the potential to become a candidate for war generals?!"

"Shh," the old man's expression on his face stopped Han Yuchen's questioning, saying, "How could I say he has the potential to be a general? How could a general be so easy to be a general? I'm so angry when I see his sword energy as big as a sesame bean! Even if I temper my sword intent for three days, I will be three times, five times, no, ten times, a hundred times!"

The crows above Han Yuchen's head covered him layer by layer, covering the sky and the sun. Is the master's appearance too...? Han Yuchen recovered for a long time and said, "Master, since you don't care about your junior brother, why do you torture him? The sword intent formation is not that easy to enter."

Han Yuchen still remembers the pain of that year, and it is so cold! The feeling of thousands of swords piercing the heart makes people want to die. Why did the master do this? It was just for the hope of his sesame and mung beans, and it was too cruel to torture Xiao Mingyue to death.

In the ground floor hall of Zhanyi Building, Han Yuchen looked embarrassed when facing Elder Yuran and Elder Haiyun, bowed and said, "Sorry, I can't agree to the request of the two elders. Now Xiao Mingyue has been taken over by the teacher as a disciple and is practicing on the top floor of Zhanyi Building. He cannot return to Lianyu Building with the two for the time being."

"A disciple!" Elder Yuran's face slightly darkened, and he said, "Elder Yuchen, is Xiao Mingyue himself who promised to worship Elder Ji Tinglang as his teacher?"

"This shouldn't be the case?" Han Yuchen answered honestly. When Xiao Mingyue was thrown into the sword intent formation by Ji Tinglang, she was still in a coma. How could she agree?

"That's right," said Elder Yuran coldly: "Haotian Sect has rules. Without the approval of disciples, no elder can forcefully accept disciples of Haotian Sect as their disciples..."

A word made Han Yuchen speechless. He was not an eloquent person, how could he beat the old world like Elder Yu Ran, and sighed and said, "Even if Xiao Mingyue is not a disciple of his master, you will not ask him to go for the time being."

"Why?" Elder Haiyun asked.

Han Yuchen said helplessly: "Xiao Mingyue has been thrown into the sword intent formation by my master. If you think of it, unless he breaks out by himself, or..."

“Or what?”

"I was exhausted, but I finally failed and was rejected by the formation."

Elder Yuran and Elder Haiyun looked at each other in a hurry, but they couldn't use their strength! Even if they hadn't tried this sword intent formation, they knew that it was the top formation of the Battle Intention Tower. Once it was activated, they could only wait for the result to come out to stop the formation.

Although it is just a second-grade formation, because it is tempered with sword intent and has very high requirements, it is said that Ji Tinglang is the only one who can pass through the third level of the sword intent formation in the entire Haotian Sect. Of course, not all the disciples and elders of Haotian Sect have to enter the formation. In fact, if you enter this formation and experience the artistic conception in the formation, there are no more than a hundred people in the entire Haotian Sect.

Xiao Mingyue was put inside, but she could only see the result in a few days.

"Nothing!" Elder Yuran suddenly shook his sleeves and stood up and walked out the door. Han Yuchen followed the elder helplessly and sent the two elders Lian Yulou out of the Battle Spirit Tower. Before leaving, Elder Haiyun looked at Han Yuchen, let out a long sigh, bowed and said goodbye. Han Yuchen bowed to the ground, and his heartbeat was not his own.

The next day, Ji Tinglang was still sitting on the top floor and enjoying tea. He could feel the calmness of the "Sword Intention Formation" and frowned. Xiao Mingyue was able to stay in it for so long, which was enough to make him much more relaxed. If he was kicked out by the formation at the first time, his face would be greatly lost.

A sword light flashed, and three figures appeared on the top floor of the Zhanyi Tower at one time. Standing in front was Elder Huofei, No. 7 Xiaoyao Tower. On his left was An Zuo, an inner disciple, and on his right was Xiao Tang in white.

"Huofei has seen Elder Ji," the elder bowed. Ji Tinglang quickly stood up, thanked him, and said politely: "Elder Huofei, sit down, I want to ask you some things." Although Ji Tinglang has a hot temper, he is very polite in dealing with people, giving people a sense of affinity that is easy to touch.

Elder Huofei was not polite either. He sat cross-legged opposite Ji Tinglang, An Zuo, Xiao Tangyi left and right, standing behind him. Ji Tinglang's arm trembled, and another set of green bamboo tea set appeared in front of Elder Huofei. He smiled and said, "A cup of tea, we two haven't seen each other for a long time. Today is still long, so we can chat while tasting tea."

"Okay," Elder Huofei picked up the teacup, and each of them took a sip. Ji Tinglang raised his eyes, glanced at Xiao Tang, and smiled softly, "Xiao Tang, you and your junior brother, please sit down together. You and I have met many times, so there is no need to be too restrictive."

"Thank you Elder!" Xiao Tang did not refuse, and gave another tribute, and sat cross-legged on the floor with An Zuo-yi left and right. Ji Tinglang nodded with a smile and said, "Can I want to ask Xiao Tang a question?"

"Please ask, elder," Xiao Tang stood up again and bowed.

"Well, I heard that you taught Xiao Mingyue's silk wrapping technique?" Ji Tinglang said in a gentle tone.

With a slightly stunned expression, Xiao Tang pondered slightly and said, "I gave the jade talisman of the Silk-winding Skill to Junior Brother Xiao. I am ashamed to teach the two words "I dare not take it as he understood it himself."

"Well, what he has refined is the light golden finger?"

"Yes," Xiao Tang Gongjin replied, shocked and puzzled. He also heard about Xiao Mingyue, but he never thought that it was implicated with the Silk-Tangling Art he had given to Xiao Mingyue. Has Junior Brother Xiao practiced a new situation? Is it unlikely? Silk-Tangling Art is just a low-level magic technique. Xiao Tang only took half a month to temper the third level of fingering and further practiced the second-grade Silver Sword Technique. There was no abnormal process?

However, after the silver finger was tempered, it caused shock to the senior management of Haotian Sect, and listed him as the key training target. Qingyun Valley also gave it to it at that time.

"Danjin Finger," Ji Tinglang smiled bitterly and said, "Xiao Tang, do you know how the light golden finger tempered by Xiao Mingyue is different from the light golden finger tempered by others?"

"Different!" Xiao Tang was shocked. The light gold fingers refined by Xiao Mingyue were very ordinary. When was it different from other people's light gold fingers?

Xiao Mingyue was like someone hitting hard with a sledgehammer and flew up. The sword intent was extremely fierce. With a thunderous sound, the fire was so hot that it made him cry. Isn't it so miserable? I'm not a millstone, I can be pushed around like this.

Looking up, the crimson flame was still beating wildly, and the flame grew up "stop" and formed a fiery red zone around Xiao Mingyue. A sword intent brought such a magical effect that he couldn't understand. Just like before, Xiao Mingyue's fingers shook, and the golden light was shot out by him, and he carefully attacked the fiery red sword intent.

Even though this sneak attack has a certain effect, the slowness of water passing through the stone almost made Xiao Mingyue vomit blood. Fortunately, this effort is not a useless task. In fact, the golden sword intent condensed by Xiao Mingyue in the sword intent formation has grown four or five times, and it still has the potential to continue to grow.

This made him feel a little more pleasure while being depressed and painful. The old man's anger was not all harmful to him!

Half an hour later, Xiao Mingyue's body stuttered slightly and his breathing stopped rapidly. A sword intent almost condensed into a white and bright ice river in front of him. The dense ice crystals were so dazzling that it was still a sword intent? If so, it was definitely not something that the cultivator of the Concentration Stage could temper. The ice river seemed to be pushed by an invisible force, flowing straight in front of Xiao Mingyue. When he took a step forward, his feet stepped into the ice river without any accident. Countless sword lights of all sizes rolled and surging. Damn it! It turned out to be hundreds of sword intents, the ice river formed by the convergence, and the endless coldness emanated. Xiao Mingyue's lips shivered slightly, and almost frozen into an ice man.

"The second level of artistic conception!"

Three days later, this kid finally entered the second floor. Ji Tinglang was surprised and breathed a sigh of relief. Opposite him, Elder Yu Ran's face was gloomy. Such a genius was almost missed by him, and he could not let Ji Tinglang snatch it from his hands.

Elder Huofei sat quietly in the corner and savored the fragrant tea with a look of aftertaste, - For a long time, no one sat together, waiting for the genius to appear, when was the last time? Three years ago, Qingsuolou Mingyunyi was stunning in the thirty-six chain formations, or was it the first competition last year that No. 1 Xiaoyaolou Feng Leigu reached the top? These two men later both genius disciples who entered the ranks of elite disciples.

There are less than a hundred elite disciples of Haotian Sect, and there are only a few genius disciples a year! There are hundreds of thousands of Haotian people, and countless disciples under the sect. Last month to this month, a genius disciple was born, Mang Tianyu, who is this genius disciple? No one knows, but after Bai Louyu accepted this disciple, two months after Bai Louyu accepted this disciple, no one could see the elder Bai Louyu in other places, except for the sword training valley in the back mountain, no one could see the elder himself in other places. Even the things in the Deacon Hall were neglected, let alone other things.

Genius disciple! I don’t know if Xiao Tang, the white-clothed Xiao, behind him, can win the lead in the inner disciple competition in a period of time. Once they become famous in one battle, their No. 7 Xiaoyao Tower will at least enter the top three, which will be incredible!

Xiao Tang naturally didn't know what the elder was thinking. When Ji Tinglang, who was in the middle of the night, was suddenly happy, and he was also thrilled!
Chapter completed!