The Fire Cliff turned all kinds of unwillingness into endless motivation, and vented it over and over again until it was exhausted and there was no strength to raise the sword...

Ximen Yu still maintained an extremely relaxed posture. He only danced with sword skills on a whim. His life was very comfortable, which was in sharp contrast with Fire Cliff.

Soon twenty days passed again, and it was time for the third assessment of the owner of Zhengqing Pavilion. The atmosphere on the scene was extremely tense.

"I will tell you first that this time I will only select the seven sword skills that suit me the best among your twenty-four disciples. In other words, this time, fifteen disciples will leave. Come on, who will come first?" asked the owner of the museum.

"Why, don't everyone want to?" The owner waited for several minutes but no one took the initiative to show his sword skills and asked.

In fact, it is understandable. After all, this assessment is different from the previous ones. In the end, only seven disciples will be left behind, so the earlier the drill, the more unfavorable it is. Because as time goes by, the skill of the people who practiced in front may have been forgotten by the owner. When everyone thought of this possibility, everyone was very cautious and did not dare to act rashly.

"Then I'll do it first." Ximen Yu smiled.

"Yeah." The owner nodded. From Ximen Yu's expression, it can be seen that he is the person who is the person who has the most relaxed attitude and has the least attention to the results. This makes the owner feel very pleased.

So Ximen Yu simply interpreted the moves of Zhengqing sword technique just like he was dancing on a whim. He seemed careless, but in fact he was free and easy.

"Well, it's not bad, the sword is like the person." The owner praised, as if the sword in Ximen Yu's hand was either a sword or a part of his body structure, so harmonious and natural, making the owner of the library praise him.

"Thank you, Master." Ximen Yu was also very satisfied with his performance, because he felt that these sword techniques were not difficult to practice, so he was not under any pressure from beginning to end, and naturally his mentality was extremely relaxed.

Everyone envies Ximen Yu. He can get praise from his master with just one move. So Ximen Yu has a lot of hope to stay.

"Who is next?" asked the owner.

As soon as the owner finished speaking, Huo Ya and Zeng Yi raised their hands to signal, while the others were still ready to move, not sure whether to start the drill so soon, but while the master was in a good mood now, it was another good opportunity, but Huo Ya and Zeng Yi were taken the lead.

"Huo Cliff, then you can first."

“Yes, Master.”

So Huoya turned his unwillingness to the hilt of the sword and vented his will. It seemed that every time he took action, he had vented all the silent efforts of so many years. After the song, Huoya was already sweating profusely.

"Well, your swordsmanship is overbearing and fanatical, and very contagious." The owner also commented.

It is rare for Huo Ya to hear his master praise him so much. He is so excited that he is in his heart. It seems that all his efforts are worth it.

"Come on Zeng Yi next."

...

Soon, all the twenty-four disciples finished the drill. To the point where the museum expected that this assessment made him feel that there were thirteen people who felt good, so he had to kick out six more disciples from these thirteen disciples, which made him very confused for a while, but no matter what, at least there were still a few who made him see hope.

"In this way, the following disciples can stay, Xie Kun, Xiao De, Shan Li, and Ximen Yu." After the owner finished speaking, he paused for more than ten seconds.

In these just a dozen seconds, Huo Ya felt that his heart was about to be revealed, and there were only the last three places left. Will he be kept?

Just like Huo Cliff, Zeng Yi and the others were extremely nervous.

The owner finally made up his mind and continued, "The last three disciples who can stay are Zhang Zhan, Zeng Yi, and... Huo Ya. The other ones who have not read the name are not that you are not outstanding enough, but that I, Zhengqing Immortal Hall, have only one who can practice Qingzheng sword technique since its establishment, so I am sorry." The owner also felt helpless after saying that.

When Huoya heard his name, his whole body suddenly became soft and he was about to collapse. Fortunately, Ximen Yu supported him in time.

From this we can imagine how huge the pressure he was under, but Ximen Yu was very worried about him that Huoya regards the outcome so important. I don’t know if he can be as lucky as this next assessment. If he can’t be selected again, how painful it would be.

"Oh, everything is fate."

"Let's go, no matter how much you say, it will be in vain."

The other seventeen disciples left one after another, with great regret and unwillingness.

"Congratulations to the seven, but don't be too happy too early. There will still be four of you who will leave in the next assessment. This time, my difficulty level is upgraded. I will only give you ten days to practice the tenth level of my Zhengqing Sword Technique. Only those who have mastered it are qualified to compete for the deeper Qingzheng Sword Technique. Do you all understand?"

"I understand." The disciples responded.

"Okay, look carefully. You still have only three chances to watch and copy, and the tenth level of Zhengqing Sword Technique is not that simple."

"Swish, swish, swish,... swish" The owner danced his sword technique and made different sounds from time to time. This was caused by the friction between the owner's different sword energy and the air.

Soon, the demonstration was completed three times, and the owner still left alone, no matter how these seven disciples wanted to practice his tenth level of Zhengqing Sword Technique.

Xie Kun, Shan Li and Xiao De each had their own gains, so they left immediately to find a quiet place to digest the sword technique that the master had just practiced. Only Ximen Yu, Zhang Zhan, Zeng Yi and Huo Ya were left on the scene.

Ximen Yu also pondered for a while and realized something. When he was about to practice, Huo Ya hurriedly came up to stop him and said, "Brother Yu, no." After saying that, he glanced at Zhang Zhan and Zeng Yi. His meaning was very clear, which was to remind Ximen Yu not to show it in front of them, so as not to be learned by his competitors Zhang Zhan and Zeng Yi, because seeing that they were like themselves and their eyes were floating around, Huo Ya knew that they were like themselves and had not learned the master's swordsmanship.

"Huoya, what do you mean? Just let's just learn from Ximen Yu secretly. We are not allowed to learn from Ximen Yu openly." Zeng Yi mocked.

"That's right, Ximen Yu is open-minded and honest. I really don't know how he would be a brother to someone like you." Zhang Zhan also echoed.

"Brother Yu, let's leave, don't pay attention to them." Huoya couldn't wait to let Ximen Yu go with him. After all, it was a rush to go ten days. If you don't hurry up, even if Ximen Yu is willing to give me some careful guidance, I'm afraid he won't be able to practice it.
Chapter completed!