Immortal Soaring Blade

"A good dog is not in the way. Don't be shameful. If you can't get into Xuantian sword gate, you can't get in the way of me." A arrogant and arrogant voice suddenly interrupted the youth's complaint.

On the square, a column of majestic horses slowly appeared in people's sight. Three black high headed horses without a trace of color were carrying the carriage made of Phoebe. The curtain of the carriage was inlaid with gold and silver edges, followed by a group of powerful men in iron armour. The whole pace was consistent, showing extraordinary killing spirit.

At this time, a young man in a white robe with a powerful sword was standing on the carriage with his mouth curled, and he was drinking at the young man with disdain on his face. Only a little immature face flashed past the mature and cruel that did not match his age.

At this time, a pair of cold eyes were staring at the young man who was wearing a dark blue color. At a young age, he had such a prestige. While talking, the noisy square suddenly quieted down, and the crowd kept looking at the young man.

Today, there are not a few disciples who come to Xuantian Jianmen to become masters. There are also some disciples who are well-known. However, they are all frightened when they see the clothes of the young people going out. Even the men wearing iron armour show their spiritual light. They are also practitioners!

For a while, many young girls looked at the young people in white robes with their eyes shining. Some of them were contemptuous, some were jealous, some even looked flattering and made disgusting faces. Both ordinary people and practitioners were not short of dog legs. As for the disciples with ordinary family background or those who set foot on the cultivation because of adventure, they were not lack of them From a microscopic perspective, it really doesn't matter to you.

Seeing the young man standing in front of the carriage, looking down at the young man in white clothes, his face was scornful. The words of shame made the angry young man's face harden. Then he seemed to find a vent. He was about to burst into a rage. Suddenly, he saw the white robed boy stretch out his slender white jade hand and prepare to move behind him The man with iron armour immediately took back what he was going to say.

He honestly bowed his head, and his face was a little red. I don't know whether it was because he lost his ugliness in front of so many people. Others roared at himself, but he didn't dare to say a word. He was still holding back the red. Then he walked quickly and ran away as if he had left the building.

Seeing the young man leaving in confusion, the young man in white clothes could not help but lift up a little, his face was proud, and he snorted. Then he jumped up and fell on the ground of the square with his hands on his back. He raised his head and straightened his chest and walked towards the building with pride.

The young man in white clothes seems to enjoy this sense of superiority and the admiration of the public. He quickly enters the building and drinks it out loud and lowers his head slightly. "Younger generation Bai Zimo, come to Xuantian sword gate to learn from him."

The voice spread all over the square through spiritual power. For a moment, people remembered the name of Bai Zimo, and their minds were different.

The roof of the building.

A middle-aged man in black hemp and a jade faced youth in a yellow sword robe stood with their hands on their hands and looked at the distance with their eyes, enjoying the breeze that was coming.

Now, I'm not talking about the quality of the master. It's too lonely for me to talk about the quality Yellow sword robed youth, at this time jade face some exclamation, some anger, the eyes showed a faint worry.

"Wu Tianshan, you've been in Xuantian Jianmen for many years. How can you be so unstable? It's normal that one sect's fortune turns in turn. I think that Xuantian Jianmen was just a third class sect in the Xiuzhen world. Later, Xuantian's founder realized that he created Xuantian sword formula and broke through the Mahayana realm, until juxia soared to the top, which made Xuantian Jianmen a leader Although I'm lonely now, I don't have to worry about it. I'd better practice well if I have time. "

The middle-aged man in black plain clothes sighed softly. His eyes were still looking at the distance without waves, but his eyes were full of vicissitudes of life. He didn't have any aura of spiritual power all over his body. However, he could make the young man in yellow sword robe respectfully call out his martial uncle. I don't think he is such a simple person on the surface.

"It's just that I'm not reconciled to it. Looking back on the vast years, I'm so high spirited that now it's reduced to recruiting only this kind of stuff, and the number of people is getting smaller and smaller." The young man named Wu Tianshan looked on coldly at the teenagers in the square downstairs.

"Since the fall of Xuantian Jianmen, in recent decades, the big hand disciples of Yuehua academy have been ambitious and want to replace the former Xuantian Jianmen, and they have made frequent moves this year. However, our Xuantian Jianmen has not been able to recruit any talents in recent generations, so it is difficult to block them. This time I have to go back to the leader to discuss the countermeasures. Otherwise, such a vicious circle will happen to me The sword gate really has to fade out gradually, people have to see. "

The middle-aged man in black plain clothes, with a pair of vicissitudes of life, finally has a trace of emotional color at this time, but still looking at the distance, to the beginning and end did not look at the group of young girls downstairs.

Wu Tianshan, standing next to him, sighed a little in his heart. He did not know how many of these disciples could enter the inner gate this year, and how many could rise like stars. Today's Xuantian sword gate has no shortage of resources, but only jade and time.

A gust of light wind passed by, and Wu Tianshan, who was too obsessed with his mind, woke up a little, sighed that he was really not waiting for me. Then he tightly pursed his lips, and his eyes were firm. Even if Xuantian sword gate really got there, I would die with the sect.The square downstairs.

As Bai Zimo swaggered into the building, the crowd was suddenly roaring and noisy, talking in succession, or saying their own words. Only Zhao Jiuge looked at him coldly, listening quietly to the voices of the crowd, collecting information and news that he had not heard.

In the square, young people with good family background are quietly waiting for the news of the entrance. At the same time, they keep saying hello to the people they know and make friends with the same family in the future. Most of the lonely figures are in bad conditions at home because they are attracted by the idea of adventure.

There are more and more people in the square. Most of them are family members accompanying their children. Zhao Jiuge noticed that there were several groups of people behind him. Looking at the magnificent momentum, Zhao Jiuge was no less than Bai Zimo. Seeing this, Zhao Jiuge's heart became more fiery. He had never seen such a scene before, and felt more firm in his heart at this time.

On the square, those various people did not know at all. At this time, every move, every smile, every ugly gesture, everything was noticed by the two people on the top of the building.

After listening for a long time, Zhao Jiuge didn't hear any useful news. Looking at the dense crowd, he took a deep breath, straightened up his body, and strode forward towards the building. He decided to go or stay at this moment.

When he stepped on the steps, Zhao Jiuge only felt his heart pounding. In front of him, the two Xuantian Jianmen disciples, who were wearing blue sword robes and had a small sword printed on their cuffs, looked at Zhao Jiuge with keen eyes, from head to foot.

With a delicate face and a thin body buried under the clean and simple black robe, the unspeakable affinity makes people feel very good. Since the cultivation to the spiritual realm, the influence of Sanskrit skill has also made Zhao Jiuge more spiritual.

After examining Zhao Jiuge from the beginning to the end, the two disciples confirmed Zhao Jiuge's approximate age. In Zhao Jiuge's nervous and expectant eyes, they gently nodded and took a long breath. With excitement, Zhao Jiuge stepped out of the threshold of a building and entered the hall. Zhao Jiuge, standing in the threshold, looked around curiously.

The first impression is antique, not gorgeous.

In the hall, more than a dozen disciples of Xuantian sword sect wearing blue sword robes exchanged one-on-one, accompanied by more than a dozen young girls who were about the age of Zhao Jiuge. Each of them had more or less spiritual power fluctuation, but the fluctuation was not big.

There are some calligraphy and paintings hanging around the wall, which are very scribbled, which Zhao Jiuge can't understand. However, each word has a sword meaning, which is particularly tough and powerful. Every stroke reveals a sharp breath, which makes Zhao Jiuge feel surprised.

Later, he found that there was a middle-aged man in the hall, but the cuffs on the blue sword robe were printed with three silver swords. After pondering for a moment, Zhao Jiuge seemed to have thought of something, so he operated the spiritual power, revealing a spirit breath more powerful than that of a dozen young girls in the hall.

Yeah?

Feeling the change in the hall, more than a dozen young girls in the hall cast their eyes. Even the middle-aged man with three silver swords on his sleeve was surprised. Then he also cast his eyes and looked at Zhao Jiuge. The middle-aged man's eyes slightly retracted for a while, then he stood up with his lips tightly closed and came straight to Zhao Jiuge.

The middle-aged man walked closer and closer, but Zhao Jiuge became more and more nervous. Finally, the middle-aged man came to Zhao Jiuge, and his dark face looked up and down at Zhao Jiuge. After reading, the short beard of the lower handle trembled slightly, revealing a kind smile: "are you going to Xuantian Jianmen today to prepare for the introduction?"

"Mm-hmm, yes, elder, younger Zhao Jiuge." Zhao Jiuge nodded and agreed in a hurry, and his words were respectful.

He nodded gently, and the middle-aged man snorted. Suddenly he grasped Zhao Jiuge's left hand and gently touched the bone. Then he slowly said, "you go to the third floor for a rest meeting. When the time is up, you can go to the school together and recover your energy. The trial just started is not so easy."

Then he turned and left and walked towards the other side of the hall. After feeling the bones and confirming his age and accomplishments, the middle-aged man was relieved to let Zhao Jiuge go upstairs.

Zhao Jiuge was stunned. He didn't understand why he went to the third floor. He looked up and saw that there was a staircase in the corner of the floor. He walked up the stairs with doubts and worries.

With the fall of the middle-aged man's words, more than a dozen people who had originally focused their attention on Zhao Jiuge also had a little sensation. I don't understand why Zhao Jiuge went to the third floor, but it is certain that this kind of treatment is definitely a good thing.

Until Zhao Jiuge's figure disappeared in the upstairs, all the talents took back the envious eyes, and then concentrated on facing the Xuantian Jianmen disciples in front of them.