Among the thirty-six meridians of the Sword Sect, Fenghuishan is one of them.

Every year, more than a hundred sects in the world condemn elite disciples to enter the sword world. Anyone who is destined to obtain magic weapons can be worshipped in the sword sect.

Each of these disciples is under thirty years old, has innate cultivation, holds magic weapons, and is an inner disciple who is the first to enter.

Holding a magic sword in hand enters other branches, while the rare magic weapons are joined with some external disciples to worship Fenghui Mountain.

At this time, Feng returned to the mountain.

Hundreds of carved dragon stone pillars hundreds of feet high were scattered on the top of the mountain, and monks in white-clothed cloud patterns sat upright, each sitting cross-legged, swallowing and spitting out the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

A monk in blue shirt stood in the air, his face coldly swept across more than a hundred new disciples who were getting started this year.

Except for the first dozen people, the people behind them were all disciples who had been hard-working to select disciples who entered the sect, and they were relatively old.

After a year of cultivation and investigation here, most of them will worship other branches according to their different physiques, true qi, and martial arts. Only a very small number of people will continue to stay in Fenghui Mountain, and these people are almost destined to be difficult to achieve anything in their lives.

"The Sword Sect is the largest sect in the world of cultivation! It is also the only sect with immortals in charge! You can join the sect, which means that your cultivation talent has been recognized by the sect."

The monk in blue clothes spoke slowly, and the sound waves tilted the clothes of the disciples below. Although the voice was ordinary, a sense of pride came from everyone's heart.

"I know, some of you come from wealthy families and extraordinary families, while others have different ones. But when you enter here, you only have one identity, that is, the new inner disciple of the Sword Sect!"

"If anyone dares to violate the rules of the sect, regardless of your identity and background, you will be dealt with under the rules!"

"Now, I'll read the rules."

"First, as a disciple of the Sword Sect, you must first remember to kill demons and eliminate demons and support the righteousness of heaven and earth."

"two,……"

The sound of reading the door rules kept coming, and everyone below stood honestly, waiting for the uncle above to tell the hundreds of door rules one by one.

"Okay, because our Fenghui Mountain lineage is quite special, and each of you practices is different, so the first year is mainly about personal self-cultivation. During this period, I and the other seven brothers will give lectures at Qingfengya, the back mountain every three days. If you have any questions you don't understand, you can ask questions at that time."

"Today, in addition to giving clothes and identity plates routinely, we are going to teach you how to do your kung fu."

"I will record the skills that two people fight in sequence, each of which is best at. As a reference for consideration in the future. Remember, your skills are of great importance to determine where you will go next year."

"Below, the ancient mountain is Shu, Shaoyang Xiaohe."

The area here is wide, and the sword sect seniors took a quick look and the several acres of land in front of everyone was trapped by spiritual light.

"Come in! Don't show mercy, I'll watch."

This person doesn't know how good his cultivation is, but he must be a Taoist master. Even if he is present, he will not be able to make any mistakes.

"yes!"

The two men spoke in unison below, and two figures, one man, one woman, one black and one white, flashed out of them, each using lightning skills to penetrate the spiritual light.

"The ancient and ancient mountain shrine."

"Shaoyang Xiao He."

"please!"

The two of them held their fists and bowed, took two steps back, concentrated slightly, and then they fought together.

Tu Shanshu from the ancient land was ruthless and used his hands to use a steel needle about a foot long. When the needle came out, the energy was condensed, and he knew it was not easy to provoke.

Xiao He had a smooth body and his eyes were shining with divine light. He was calm and calm when he faced the enemy. He only used his light skills to avoid it for a while, and had not taken the initiative to take action once.

"Senior brother, don't show mercy. Just use any means! I'll save it."

The two needles shot the true energy one after another, but they kept returning without help. Seeing the other party's relaxed look, Tu Shanshu knew that his skills were not as good as others, but he couldn't swallow this and directly inspired each other with words.

"Okay!"

Xiao He stopped, slightly raised his forehead, and at the same time, a blood-red jade ruler appeared in his hand.

"Junior sister, please accept it!"

With one hand swaying, several sparks rose from the jade ruler immediately. As soon as Mars appeared, it rose in the wind, and instantly turned into the size of a fist. It suddenly turned into the size of a head, and in the blink of an eye it turned into several huge steamers, crushing towards Tu Shanshu in the sky.

"I admit defeat!"

The steamer came from all directions, with an amazing speed and a heat that made Tu Shanshu unable to breathe independently. His expression flashed, and when he took a step back, he was already shouting to admit defeat.

"Junior sister, I've given up!"

Xiao He shook the jade ruler again, dispersed the fireball, and bowed with a faint smile.

"There is a magic weapon in my hand? It's true!"

Although he admitted defeat, Tu Shanshu was not convinced. The other party was just relying on the power of magic weapons.

"It is not a force to win, so ashamed."

Xiao He's kindness and manners made Tu Shanshu feel a little favorable.

"Okay, here are Duan Ying, Jinghai City, and Yujing Murong Feiyan."

The two of them retreated and had their own successors. Although their cultivation levels were not much different, their methods were different. They worked with each other with all their strength, and the outcome was only a moment.

A quarter of an hour later, it was Zhuge Qing'er's turn.

"Zhuge Qing'er, Feixing Sword Hall, Gan Qingfeng, Xingsudao!"

Gan Qingfeng from Xingsu Dao is an external disciple of the Sword Sect. He has a cold appearance and seven swords inserted diagonally behind him. The sword body is of different lengths and sizes, so it should be a complete set of sword weapons. In the innate realm, it is rare for one person to use a complete set of sword weapons.

When Gan Qingfeng stood in the light of spirit, Zhuge Qing'er, who looked nervous, walked in step by step.

"Star Constellation Road Gan Qingfeng."

"Ah...ah, my name is Zhuge Qing'er."

Gan Qingfeng looked up and down at the "woman" in front of him, and couldn't help but shake his head secretly.

"Junior sister, please!"

"Zheng..."

The long sword soared into the air, Gan Qingfeng stepped on the seven-star steps, and instantly appeared in front of Zhuge Qing'er, and the sword finger pointed directly at her throat.

"Um?"

"Junior sister, why don't you fight back?"

The person in front of him was motionless, as if he was waiting to die, which made Gan Qingfeng unexpected.

"Ah..., me, I..."

Gan Qingfeng pulled back and looked at Zhuge Qing'er again with frown.

"Junior sister, this time, I won't show mercy. Please respect each other and be more serious."

"Yuheng started to move!"

The sword body trembled left and right, and it was difficult to tell whether it was true or false. In line with the steps under his feet, Gan Qingfeng turned into several clones and rushed towards Zhuge Qing'er.

With the dizziness in front of me, Zhuge Qing'er's heart was so panicked that she was so panicked that she held a stick in one hand and blocked her forward in a tense way, her eyes closed.

"when……"

The swords and sticks fought each other, and the hands couldn't help but sink.

‘Blocked?’

I felt happy. As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw a few shoe prints coming on the head.

"Baoba...baoba..."

The top of the head, waist, ribs, legs, ankles suddenly hurt at the same time, and the eyes became dark, and Zhuge Qing'er fainted on the ground on the spot.

In the distance, Zhuge Nianhua looked at this scene with a pale face.

"Isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

Yin Hai turned his head away with embarrassment.

"After all, I am a child and I have just left the house. There is no need for fellow Taoist to deal with such a big blow to her, right?"

"She is used to being in the Feixing Sword Hall. Without setbacks, she will not know that what she gets now is hard-won! Fellow Taoist, you don't have to worry about me. Just like that, just polish her temperament this year."

"Luckily, Fellow Daoist Yu is not here."
Chapter completed!