Bang bang! Ye Shaohan took several steps back, each step stepping on a sword, and there was a crisp sound of metal colliding with each other.
A trace of blood dripped down the corner of Ye Shaohan's mouth. The aura was quite good. It was more terrifying than the aura of Nian Samsara, but it was much worse than the coercion generated by the three sword intents.
Under this momentum, the air in the entire square seemed to solidify. Except for the disciples of the Sword God Sect, everyone else withdrew from the palace. Even so, the pressure also made them breathless.
And due to the middle-aged man's deliberate actions, this momentum seemed to be concentrated on Ye Shaohan.
"How on earth did he persist? This momentum is too terrifying!" Whispers sprung up like mushrooms after a rain.
In general, everyone who participated in the assessment here admired that thin figure. Strong people can be respected by others at any time. At least in their eyes, Ye Shaohan is better than them.
Gou Si, who had previously had a conflict with Ye Shaohan, had a look of helplessness on his face, and his previous anger towards Ye Shaohan also dissipated.
It is obviously unwise to be an enemy of such a person, Gou Si thought to himself, so there was a rare hint of fear in Yue Wuxie's eyes.
Raising his head, Ye Shaohan looked at the middle-aged man again, his face slightly pale, but still as calm as before.
In the astonished eyes of everyone, Ye Shaohan seemed to lift his front foot again, and finally took a step forward. This was just the beginning. Then, Ye Shaohan took several steps in a row, each step stepping on a sword.
The sound of footsteps was as loud as thunder, and Ye Shaohan's every step seemed to be stepping on everyone's hearts.
Seeing this, the smile on the middle-aged man's face finally froze, and his eyes looking at Ye Shaohan became a little more solemn. This kid was actually so perverted.
He glanced at the three people on the high platform, and the middle-aged man nodded slightly. Seeing this, the three people's figures floated one after another, passing dozens of swords, and the three people's figures emerged from the middle-aged man's body.
"This kid is a little perverted. It seems that the four of us will need to work together to activate this sword formation!" The middle-aged man said helplessly. In thousands of years, he has never encountered such a perverted disciple.
"Haha, it's better to be a pervert! This boy, I'm going to settle on Xingchen Peak!" an old man said with a smile, his eyes looking at Ye Shaohan became softer and softer.
"Senior brother, what you said is too much. The disciples who have passed the review have their own rights to whichever peak they want to enter!" The only remaining woman among the four said calmly.
As soon as these words came out, he immediately aroused the approval of one of the peak masters. Seeing this, Ye Shaohan, who was still resisting the pressure, couldn't help but smile. What are these people doing?
The middle-aged man smiled helplessly and said softly: "Junior uncles and junior sisters, please pay attention to the occasion!"
Hearing this, the three of them all smiled and kept silent. They also had a strong aura on their bodies.
The momentum of four Lingzong realm warriors swept out. For a moment, the Luoxia Peak was covered by a mighty force. The Sword God Sect disciples within a few miles around broke out one after another, looking at Luoxia Peak with horrified faces.
In the center of the four peaks of Sword God, there is also a mountain peak. Compared to the magnificent four peaks, this peak seems a bit small.
However, this small mountain peak is the core of the Sword God Sect, and it is also the training place for the previous Sword God Sect masters.
At this moment, a middle-aged man also emerged from the mountain peak, looking at Luoxia Peak in surprise, muttering to himself: "This is interesting, it actually requires those four people to work together to activate the sword formation!"
The combined pressure of these four Lingzong realm warriors should not be underestimated. Ye Shaohan stopped advancing, raised his sword, and looked at the four people. He was about to draw his sword, but the swords around him were spinning strangely.
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Under the pull of this general trend, these swords suddenly formed a mysterious sword formation, and the Sword God Four Peaks Master was the core of this sword formation.
The sword in Ye Shaohan's hand suddenly stopped, and the sword continued to rotate around Ye Shaohan. In an instant, Ye Shaohan's figure was submerged by the sword shadow, and the entire void became a sea of sword shadows.
At this moment, an inexplicable sadness filled Ye Shaohan's heart, and this sadness made him suffocate.
Those memories that had been drowned by time poured out from the depths of my mind like a tide, and the shadow of the swaying sword in front of me began to change.
The sword shadows became fewer and fewer, and the surrounding light became brighter and brighter. It was only when the light made Ye Shaohan's eyes hurt that he closed his eyes.
After a few breaths, Ye Shaohan opened his eyes again, but the surrounding environment shocked Ye Shaohan.
There was a neat row of tables and chairs, with stacks of examination papers stacked on top of them, and the old electric fan above the head was spinning feebly, making a whirring sound.
This familiar scene made Ye Shaohan suddenly startled, especially the familiar faces around him, those faces that only existed in his memory.
"What's wrong? You'll be so sleepy after a nap!" A rather strong fat man slapped Ye Shaohan's shoulder hard with his thick palm. The huge force made Ye Shaohan grit his teeth.
However, Ye Shaohan ignored him. His eyes kept falling on his right hand. At this moment, he was holding a ball pen in his right hand. There was some writing written on the ball pen: "Review well and get admitted to Peking University!"
He was not at the Sword God Gate, so why was he suddenly here? Everything here was not unfamiliar to Ye Shaohan, but was extremely familiar. This was his teacher in the third year of high school, and the fat man next to him was also very familiar to him. He was his companion.
Lin Zi, his classmate for three years in high school, but all of this only existed in his memory. Why did it suddenly appear?
When Lin Zi saw Ye Shaohan waking up and staring at his right hand, he couldn't help but was stunned. He pushed Ye Shaohan gently and said carelessly: "Did you sleep to death? There will be an exam later. Are you ready to get down yet?"
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Stunned for a moment, Ye Shaohan raised his head and looked at this very familiar face. A little warmth appeared in his eyes, and he murmured to himself: "Although it is just an illusion, it also makes people feel warm!"
"Illusion, what illusion! Why did you become a little weird when you woke up!" Lin Zi's eyes widened as he looked Ye Shaohan up and down.
"Is it weird? This sword formation is really weird, it can actually create such an illusion!" Ye Shaohan said calmly, closing his eyes tightly, concentrating slightly, and no longer paying attention to the external situation.
However, a few moments later, Ye Shaohan felt someone pushing him again. When he opened his eyes, it was the forest.
"Ye Shaohan, I know your uncle's death has hit you hard, but don't forget your aunt. The saddest thing is your aunt, not you!" A rare look of maturity appeared on Lin Zi's face.
In his senior year of high school, Ye Shaohan's father died in a car accident. Hearing this, Ye Shaohan couldn't help but feel startled, and his concentrated mind couldn't help but relax.
The sunlight outside the window was shining in. Ye Shaohan stood up and stood in front of the window, looking at the figure running on the playground below, and a smile couldn't help but appear at the corner of his mouth.
On a sunny afternoon, you wake up lying on the table and find that you are still in the third year of high school, and what you have experienced is just a long dream. Isn't it wonderful?
No matter how beautiful the memories are, they are just memories after all.
Looking at the familiar things around him, Ye Shaohan took a few deep breaths and murmured to himself: "Although the illusion is fake, the feeling is real!"
Turning around and sitting back down, Ye Shaohan smiled broadly at Fatty Lin Zi and said, "That's natural. My father's departure will only create motivation for me!"
"That's good, let's review quickly. There will be a small test later! I hope I can do better this time!" After saying that, Lin Zi immersed himself in the sea of questions.
The old electric fan was still whirring, and its weak wind blew the desk full of examination papers. Looking at these examination papers, Ye Shaohan smiled with relief and plunged into the sea of questions.
Even though he knew it was an illusion, Ye Shaohan still devoted himself wholeheartedly to it. Everything he had experienced before was like a movie drama replayed on the screen, playing out one by one.
During his free time in the senior year of high school, he occasionally went out to party with friends, and when he returned home on weekends, he occasionally helped his mother with housework. Although life was dull, it made Ye Shaohan feel warm.
Nervousness and anticipation during the college entrance examination. Unexpectedly, Ye Shaohan has arrived at the college entrance examination. Standing in the bustling sea of people, Ye Shaohan's expression is like those of the candidates, nervous and expectant.
After bidding farewell to his mother, Ye Shaohan resolutely stepped into the examination room. He waited nervously before the examination. It was not until the examination papers were distributed that Ye Shaohan devoted himself wholeheartedly to the examination papers.
Three days in a row, these three days are just ordinary three days for ordinary people, but for the candidates, they are three fateful days. When he walked out of the examination room on the third day, Ye Shaohan also breathed a sigh of relief.
At this time, the fantasy seems to have become reality, and reality has become a dream.
After the last subject exam was completed, the entire campus returned to its usual laughter, and everyone couldn't wait to report the exam results to their parents.
Under the setting sun, the dormitory building is like a branch swaying in the wind, lying in the afterglow as always.
Ye Shaohan stood downstairs in the dormitory, looking at the clock tower at the top of the dormitory building, with a hint of reminiscence in the corner of his eyes. The bell tower would ring like a maniac every morning at five o'clock in the morning. I don't know how many people said that they wanted to smash it.
The bell tower, on the other hand, still stands proudly today. The bell tower is like a guard, sending away so many children with complex emotions and ushering in so many simple and innocent children, year after year, over and over again.
The parents rushed from outside in a hurry, making constant noises. The black-smelling cars blocked the old iron gate like a maniac, making constant noises. The worn-out books also poured out from the back window of the dormitory building like a shower, scattering all over the place.
The floor was followed by several frivolous laughter. The aunt sweeping the floor dragged the sack and took the trouble to pick up books, and there were several bags of books piled up in the corner.
After three years of youth, a bag of money was finally exchanged for a bag of books. However, the bag of books was sold as waste paper and I couldn't even afford a sack.
Ye Shaohan looked at the door in confusion, shook his head slightly, and walked toward his dormitory, leaning on the rusty escalator.