The inner disciples were testing the sword, but Xiang Xiu and Qing Yu had no time to be distracted. Although the sound of the sword disappeared, they knew that what they heard was not an illusion.
Xiang Que also heard it and was surprised. Is it that simple?
I just used my spiritual consciousness to induce it, and there was a reaction?
Is there Xiao Jianjian here who wants to find me as his master?
Then I'll give it a try?
So Xiang Que's second spiritual consciousness stretched over, landed on the top of the peak, and reached the sword pavilion.
"Buzz"
The second sword cry appeared.
Xiangxiu and Qingyu were stunned again in disbelief.
This is wrong. There was a sound just now, which may mean that a disciple triggered the sword spirit, but disappeared for some reason. It may be a coincidence, or it may be that the force of the activation was not strong, so the sword spirit did not react again.
At this time, another sword sound was triggered. What did this mean? Did the disciple just change his target, or was another disciple triggering it?
In short, both of them were confused.
"It turns out it's that simple. Then I can try again. Can I choose a good one when I can't decide? After all, there are differences in the strength of sword spirits..."
As a result, Xiang Que exuded dozens of spiritual consciousnesses in an extremely excessive manner, and then poured overwhelmingly towards the distance.
The next moment, the sound of swords rang out one after another, one after another, as if someone was playing the piano, one after another, with cadence and time intervals, all very regular.
Xiangxiu and Qingyu didn't know that someone was picking and choosing in the sword pavilion, wanting to see which sword was better.
Xiangxiu was at a loss, and Qingyu was completely confused.
"Tell me, is this an illusion?"
Xiang Xiu shook his head and said in a dry voice: "If you are the only one who has hallucinations, it would be okay, but I also have hallucinations. How do you explain this?"
When the conversation between the two was wandering between reality and illusory speculation, the sound of swords in the sword pavilion behind them began to suddenly increase in frequency.
They couldn't even tell how many times it had sounded.
Senior Brother Qingyu is not feeling well.
At this moment, from the other four peaks surrounding the main peak of Shu Mountain, multiple figures shot towards them, then looked at the two of them and asked, "What's going on?"
Qingyu was about to cry: "I want to say it's our misunderstanding, but it's not at all. How do you want me to explain..."
The other four peaks surrounding Shu Mountain are the center of power of the Immortal Sect, and one peak is where the true disciples live and practice.
The second peak is the habitat of the Presbyterian Church.
The third peak is where several functional departments are located.
The last peak is the residence of the leader of Shu Mountain, but no one has shown up at this peak for a long time. Even the disciples of Shu Mountain don't know if their leader is still in the mountain.
A total of four people have just arrived, the Grand Elder Yuan Qihe, the true disciple Yu Weiwei, and Yan Lu Si Mo Wenshan. The last one does not have any name, just one identity. She is the younger sister of the Shushan Immortal Sect Sword Master, Senior Aunt Feng Xiaosu.
The sound of the sword suddenly stopped and stopped for a long time, as if it was an illusion.
Yuan Qihe frowned and said: "This situation has never happened before. No disciple can cause the sword to ring so frequently, and it is impossible for so many people to make the sword spirit recognize its master at once..."
Yu Weiwei smiled and said: "Then how did the Great Elder explain what happened just now?"
Yuan Qihe thought for a while, but before he could answer, Mo Wenshan suddenly said: "It may be that something unexpected happened to one of the sword spirits in the sword pavilion. After all, these ancestors are still conscious. Maybe they have sensed it."
What?"
As soon as Mo Wenshan finished speaking, Xiang Xiu turned around, saluted in the direction of the sword pavilion, and said, "Please give me a clear statement from our ancestor!"
Several pairs of eyes looked over one after another, and everyone from Qingyu to Yu Weiwei, Yuan Qihe and Mo Wenshan saluted the sword pavilion and asked.
However, all the voices of several people fell down, but no echo came from inside.
At the same time, what happened on the top of the mountain was unknown to the Shushan disciples at the foot of the mountain.
They couldn't hear the conversation in front of the sword pavilion.
Therefore, the promotion was still going on. Master Changjian looked at the seven people standing in front of him, and his face showed a little joy. They were elite disciples who had been promoted from the inner sect.
"The promotion of the inner disciples has come to an end. Next, those of the outer disciples who are in the Golden Immortal realm, come out!"
The rules for going from the outer sect to the inner sect are even simpler. There is only one rule: those who have practiced for three hundred years and become golden immortals are the disciples of the inner sect.
Then I saw at least a few hundred people coming out of the crowd and huffing and puffing, and then crowded together. These are all people who have reached the Golden Immortal level within three hundred years, and will become Shushan inner sect disciples from now on.
The little raccoon was a little anxious. His eyes searched for Xiang Que's figure. How long has it been? Should I go on stage and show off?
At this time, Xiang Que was frowning in confusion. He couldn't figure out why there was a resonance in his body when he used his spiritual consciousness to connect with the sword spirit in the sword pavilion.
It was as if a voice was shouting.
This caused a series of responses from the sword pavilion.
Xiang Que even felt that if he wanted to, the momentum of Sword Spirit would be even more powerful.
Later, during an internal inspection of his spiritual consciousness, Xiang Que discovered that for some unknown reason, there was a sword light floating in his Dantian. It looked somewhat similar to the Zhu Xian Sword.
At that time, Xiang Que's Taoist realm collapsed, and the battle on Shengzhou almost destroyed everything for him, even the Four Swords of Zhu Xian.
He didn't know where the Zhu Xian Sword had gone, because the sword was no longer there after he woke up.
Xiang Que felt that it was very likely that the Zhu Xian Sword had been completely damaged.
But it doesn't seem to be the case now. The sword is in his stomach.
It's just that four handfuls may have turned into one.
Xiang Que also understood one thing, and that was that the responses in the Sword Pavilion in Shushan were probably related to the Immortal Killing Sword.
"Tap tap, tap tap tap." Just as Xiang Que was thinking about it, the little raccoon ran over quickly with small steps, stretched his neck and shouted: "What are you doing? Isn't it time for me to come on stage?
The disciples have almost been selected, and I will miss it if I don’t go through the tribulation.”
Xiang Que came back to his senses, looked around and said, "So soon? It's your turn?"
"If you don't see me, the dishes will be cold..."
Xiang Que said "hmm", waved his hand and said: "Then you go ahead, just remember what I told you, make your voice louder and more powerful, so that you can attract more people's ideas.
This is the time for you to stand proud and straighten your back. Remember, today belongs to you!"