Zong Zhenren was hanging in the air, and there were Hai Zhenren and Shi Zhenren next to him, just in case the sword embryo went wild; this was only the second sword teaching of Jianmai, and they were still in the process of gaining experience.
Sword embryos have already begun to hover above a certain monk's head. This is a sign of preliminary connection between gods. What makes the three real people happy is that there are still far more sword embryos hovering on the heads of Jianmai disciples than those of heretic monks. This is very important.
Well, if all the sword embryos choose outsiders, this is not a matter of shame, but a problem with the sword inheritance.
In addition to overall control, several real people put their main energy on four people. Master Shi is still a little dissatisfied until now.
"Brother Zong, you are still a little too radical. If it were me reviewing it, I wouldn't dare accept any of these four guys."
Haizhen habitually sang the opposite tune, "In troubled times, let's be bold and ignore those rules and regulations. Talents are the future of Jianmai and the foundation of Dushan's inheritance. To be honest, real talents are still rare.
If I'm in charge, I'll go to other people's homes to poach them myself."
Shi Zhenren shook his head and smiled bitterly. Although his personality is conservative, he is still satisfied with the development of Jianmai over the years. Apart from anything else, his strength is visible and proved through battles. Only this point,
Change counts as success.
Among the four people, Taoist Tieguan from Anchor Chain felt the sword the fastest. Almost the moment the sword group became quiet, three sword embryos were spinning around his head, refusing to give way to each other.
"It's still a piece of cake! In any case, there is still something in the hundreds of thousands of years of inheritance of the Anchor Galaxy." Haizhenren commented.
Master Zong smiled, "Three sword embryos fighting? This may not be a good thing, it will test the monk's character..."
Immediately after the sword embryo appeared on the mountain above her head, Thin Waist Gu appeared. A green sword embryo almost stuck to the top of her head, motionless.
Shi Zhenren was surprised, "It fits so well that it can actually be put into the body. What is she waiting for?"
Hai Zhenren nodded appreciatively, "She is having an in-depth exchange with Jian Fei. Well, it's good. She has such a character when success is imminent. She is a good prospect. So I say Lao Shi, real talents must be found in danger.
I’m looking for the right thing.”
The four people looked intently, and the other person also made some movement. What flew above the straw sandal monk's head was a broad sword, which was still a little curved. It would be okay to call it a sword? The most important thing is that the embryonic body of the broad sword was still faintly emitting.
A burst of Buddha light...
Hai Zhenren was a little speechless, "This is, is this a Jie Dao? Who threw this thing in? How disrespectful! And Junior Brother Zong, didn't you look carefully when you took out the sword embryo? I'm afraid this rhythm is not what you want.
A Buddhist sword cultivator, is there such a thing in the universal sword vein? The light of the sword divides and separates hundreds of Bodhisattvas and Buddhas?"
Zong Zhenren was a little embarrassed, "There are tens of thousands of sword embryos mixed together. Of course, the most active and spiritual ones must be chosen. Whoever has the patience to check them one by one, how about you come next time, Senior Brother Hai..."
Hai Zhenren chuckled, "Shall I come? If I come, I will pick out these weird sword embryos!"
Master Shi was speechless, these two people were too much fun, but he was actually very curious about what this monk would be able to do if he really got into the sword veins. He was looking forward to it!
Among the four people, only Yan Baiyi did not have a sword embryo hovering above his head. It seemed that he had not met his eyes yet, which made the three real people let out a sigh of relief. This young man's cultivation potential was top-notch. As the elders, who among them
Are you unwilling to accept such a disciple into the sect?
But his special identity is a hindrance. Over the years, there have been frequent exchanges between people from various Taoist traditions, but basically they are all disciples who are not taken seriously. It has not been heard that the golden elixir chief disciple of that Taoist tradition has switched to another place. This
They don't want to set a precedent for Yan Baiyi and make Jianmai the target of public criticism.
That's good. If you can't get the sword embryo, everyone will have to step down.
Master Shi was still a little worried, "You guys didn't tell that guy about this guy, did you?"
The other two real people understood what he meant very well. This guy was Yan Baiyi, and that guy was Master Hou. Both of them were not easy to worry about.
Zong Zhenren smiled bitterly, "How dare you let him know? That guy had better do it for the world. I suspect that if he knew that his friend was coming to vote, he would keep him regardless of whether he could get the sword embryo. He could do such a thing
come out."
Amid the complaints of the three old masters, the Tianjian Altar finally came to an end. A Jianmai Golden Pill was the first to obtain it, gaining face for Jianmai. This was followed by collections one after another, gaining experience from the last time.
, obviously this time the Jianmai disciples performed more skillfully.
After hundreds of years of practicing swordsmanship, there are great advantages after all; but the performance of the heretic monks is also good. Unlike the last Dushan Ceremony, which happened in a hurry, there are more heretic monks who come to win the sword embryo this time.
If you have some experience in the art of swordsmanship, you can't come here and embarrass yourself even though you can't hit him with eight poles.
The three masters have realized this, and Master Zong is very pleased, "This time I have gained a lot from my sword veins!"
Master Shi smiled and said, "A conservative estimate is that at least a hundred and fifty people will succeed, well, it may be more than two hundred!"
Haizhenren said cheerfully: "Two hundred a year, two thousand in ten years, fifty years later..."
Master Zong had to remind him, "Brother, you are overthinking. This time is just an exception, a blowout... According to your calculations, ten thousand sword cultivators can sweep across the continent."
Under the attention of the three people, the number of monks who successfully obtained the recognition of the sword embryo soon exceeded a hundred, and more monks were expected to succeed; a few people they paid special attention to also had results.
The thin-waisted drum was the first to succeed, and then the straw-shoe monk. Immediately afterwards, Taoist Tieguan also selected the most suitable one from the three sword embryos... Only Yan Baiyi still had a difficult time, and there was a broken sword embryo that seemed to be far away from him.
Judging from the progress, his collection is a bit slow.
The sword embryo cannot wait forever. After a while, it will go berserk again, which means the end of this sword teaching.
He could feel the arrogance of Broken Sword Embryo, and he felt the same. The nature of it was a competition between two arrogant consciousnesses. It was not about one conquering the other, but mutual understanding and mutual respect.
This kind of communication was extremely difficult. He had completely opened his heart and confessed everything without reservation. He believed that since the sword had spirit, he would definitely understand his choice.
It was almost over, the sword group began to become violent, and there was not much time left for him. His consciousness struggled unwillingly,
"This is my new life and your new life..."
The three-inch broken sword shook its head and sank into his purple mansion. At the same time, an artistic conception rose in his consciousness.
... I found a broken sword head, but I don’t know why it was broken. I held a green snake tail and saw a few inches of green peak head. It was suspected to be a whale-killing salamander, or else it was a thorny dragon. It was missing in the soil, abandoned and no one picked it up. I have a despicable nature.
It's hard but not soft. Don't break the sword lightly, it's still better than a straight hook.
