Global Cultivation Era: I Have Hundred Times Rewards

Seeing Hong Yu's confident face, Mu Feifei felt relieved.

Fang Qingxian led two cranes into the yard, both rented from the Spirit Beast Workshop for Mu Feifan and Hong Yu to use.

His flying skills are very skilled, and he doesn't need cranes.

Mu Feifei sat on the crane, wearing dazzling armor, as if he was a general going on an expedition.

"We wish us victory!"

"come on!"

"Awesome!"

Hong Yu was surprised: "What?"

Fang Qingxian shrugged and said he had never heard of it.

"Oli means cheering." Mu Feifei said.

Hong Yu repeated several times in his mouth and smiled: "This word is powerful to read!"

"We want Ollie!"

Fang Qingxian also shouted excitedly: "Oli!"

The little turkey stayed in the yard, watching the three figures gradually vacate, and also waved his chicken wings.

"Oh oh oh!"

Lingyun Peak is a mountain where the high-level residents of Dahe Jianzong live.

Disciples are not allowed to set foot in it on weekdays, unless there is a major event in the sect.

The whole mountain looks like a divine sword piercing the sky, majestic and majestic.

The palace on the peak looks more than ten feet high, extremely luxurious and magnificent.

There is a square in front of the hall that can accommodate tens of thousands of people.

The floor is made of high-quality white jade, which is quite sturdy.

The crane broke through the clouds and quickly flew over the square.

At this moment, thousands of disciples have gathered here.

"So many people?" Hong Yu was surprised.

Fang Qingxian said: "There are all the disciples of the sect, no matter the inner sect or the outer sect, there are more than 5,000 people!"

Hong Yu's small eyes swept away, speechless: "No wonder everyone is so familiar, many of them are our customers."

When Mu Feifei heard these words, he thought about it in his heart.

The Great River Sword Sect looks majestic in this different world, but the number is not as good as any random immortal university in the alliance.

But this level is very suitable for the current Mu Feifei.

Safe development comes first.

So this swordsmanship check must pass!

He didn't want to leave Jianlu.

An elder stood up and shouted: "Everyone has it, stand at attention!"

The hustle and bustle of the square suddenly quieted down.

Five thousand people are standing straight, and it looks like a neat formation.

At this time, a middle-aged Taoist priest appeared in front of everyone.

He has a handsome face, sharp eyebrows, and looks extremely serious.

It is the current suzerain of the Dahe Sword Sect, the cultivator in the early stage of Jindan, Yan Wushang!

"My Dahe Sword Sect has been passed down to this day for thousands of years."

"Jianzong disciples, everyone practice swordsmanship, and swordsmanship is the foundation of our sect."

"No matter what realm you are in, you can't lose the fundamentals."

"I hope this inspection will not disappoint me!"

He spoke loudly, his voice resembling Hong Zhong Da Lu, resounding throughout the square.

Everyone was nervous.

Hearing Yan Wushang's words, he became even more nervous.

Don't let you down?

Hehe, I'm afraid it will make you feel hopeless right away.

The five thousand were divided into ten squares of five hundred.

Ten elders from the late stage of foundation establishment came out, and one person was in charge of a square formation.

The mighty swordsmanship inspection has begun!

"Senior Brother Fang, I'll ask you later." Hong Yu stood behind Fang Qingxian and whispered.

Fang Qingxian said: "Don't worry, I will do it slowly in a while, and you will follow me."

Hong Yu was overjoyed.

This is his little trick for customs clearance!

Next to Xueba, plagiarism all the way.

As the inspection began, the entire square was filled with the sound of a long sword piercing the air.

The scene was very shocking.

Very much like a big square dance scene.

Mu Feifan stood quietly beside him, lonely like an outsider.

Fang Qingxian reported to him the Dahe swordsmanship, so he did not need to participate in the inspection of the ruthless swordsmanship.

At this moment, Mu Feifan couldn't help but feel regretful when he saw everyone dancing energetically.

How could he know that so many people were being examined at the same time.

If you knew it earlier, plug it in, and you can pass the customs by just messing around!

But then, Mu Feifan saw that there were disciples being pulled out by the elders.

"You, the twelfth form, everyone else is out of the sword to the right, how do you go to the left?"

"You, the sixteenth style, the long sword swept across, what circle are you turning around here?"

"You, the twentieth form, you can turn your hands and you can use your sword with the same foot!"

...

The elders swam around in the square formation they were responsible for, with sharp eyes, they took out all the disciples who were fishing in troubled waters.

"So strict?"

The ups and downs of life are so exciting!

Mu Feifan is also glad that he didn't go to waste.

At this moment, Hong Yu felt that sweat was constantly pouring out of his forehead.

Because an elder was standing behind him, his eyes fixed on his movements.

Hong Yu felt that his hand holding the sword was shaking.

The elder watched for a while, and suddenly a hand climbed onto Hong Yu's shoulder.

hiss!

Hong Yu felt that his heart was about to stop beating.

Ruined!

I'm going to be taken out!

He cried out in despair.

"Good performance!"

"It's just that the action is faster, and it's more perfect!"

The elder smiled at him, his eyes full of kindness.

Hong Yu's eyes stared like copper bells.

Holy crap, is this even possible?

He reacted immediately and hurriedly bowed: "Thank you elder, thank you elder!"

The elder left with a smile.

Minutes passed by.

Most of the people in the square have left.

It's all charged!

Sect Master Yan's face was getting worse and worse.

Dozens, even hundreds of refills, he can accept.

More than 3,000 people were pulled out all at once, who can stand it?

In this sovereign position, sitting on a hot butt!

By sunset, many disciples had already finished dancing.

At this moment, Fang Qingxian was still gesturing slowly, and the long sword was swimming in the air.

Hong Yu was anxious and said in a low voice, "Senior Brother Fang, can we speed up?"

"The sun is down!"

Fang Qingxian said: "I'm not afraid that you don't learn the same way and will be seen by others?"

Hong Yu wanted to cry without tears: "But can't others see it now?"

He looked away.

In the big square of Nuoda, the two of them are still dancing swords!

The focus of the audience!

Everyone is looking at them.

Five thousand pairs of eyes!

The most important thing is that Fang Qingxian dances slowly, Hong Yuzhao draws gourds and moves slowly.

Both of them are in the same pace!

Mu Feifei was speechless.

Fang Qingxian danced for a day last time.

This guy is a slow guy.

At this time, the elder reappeared in front of Hong Yu and smiled slightly: "Otherwise, you will be very tired if you take a break."

Hong Yu tried to squeeze out a smile: "Elder, I think I can still save it."

The elder circled around him, tsk tsk admiration: "Not bad, not bad, I have copied the 107th style!"

"Just finish the last dance, it has a beginning and an end."

"And did you see that group of people?"

"Go there and stand and wait for the hair to fall."

Hong Yu glanced in that direction.

It was densely packed and filled with disciples who were caught halfway through.

He showed a smile that was uglier than crying, and said with great difficulty: "Okay!"