Hearing this, Huang Shaoping and the three of them glared at Qianbi with a tacit understanding. If this disciple of Chaoyang Peak is mediocre, are there any geniuses in the world?
The whole place was already extremely quiet, but the conversation between Luo Qianbi and Xie Zhe'an was heard by everyone. After hearing the words, everyone booed each other.
The master of the two peaks of the Sword God Sect actually sought out a young man as his disciple in public, but Liu Yuyan's next words shattered everyone's thoughts.
"Two martial uncles, I am a disciple of Xiyue Peak!" Before Liu Yuyan could finish speaking, she was interrupted by Luo Qianbi and the others: "Martial nephew, Xiyue Peak only recruits female disciples. If that young man is a girl, of course
He has to enter Xiyue Peak, but it’s a pity that he is a man, alas!”
"The two master uncles are exaggerating. The ancestral precepts of Xiyue Peak do not say that only female disciples will be recruited. It is just that in the past years, the previous peak masters of Xiyue Peak were accustomed to recruiting female disciples!" Liu Yuyan smiled politely.
Raising his eyes slightly, Huang Shaoping was slightly startled when he saw the three people competing for disciples in public. He couldn't help but smile bitterly and said: "Pay attention to the occasion!"
After hearing this, Luo Qianbi and the other three noticed the strange expressions of the people around them. They were all startled, and they closed their eyes one after another and fell silent.
In response, Huang Shaoping nodded slightly, his hands quickly formed a seal on his chest, and the mysterious hand seals were quickly made. Invisible space fluctuations spread out in all directions, and finally fell on the swords.
The sword shadow changed again. For a moment, Ye Shaohan's figure was once again covered by the sword shadow. Countless eyes were cast on the thin figure. This third round of assessment was too abnormal.
When I opened my eyes again, the cold tombstone and the kapok floating in the sky gradually disappeared, and the scene in front of me started to spin strangely again.
A pungent smell of blood floated at the tip of Ye Shaohan's nose. The surrounding scene changed, and Ye Shaohan suddenly found himself standing in the battlefield, with countless corpses lying around him. The most surprising thing was that,
A figure suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. The man's whole body was stained with blood, and his whole body was filled with a heart-stopping killing intent. His clear eyes were also filled with blood-red color.
The people around were looking at the blood shadow with fear on their faces. Among these people were the familiar figures of Ye Shaohan, some elders of the Ye family, and tutors from the Royal Academy.
What shocked Ye Shaohan was that beside the blood shadow lay several familiar figures, Zhang Ming, Dark Spirit, Fatty Xiao, countless people died tragically on the man in front of him.
The man raised his head. After seeing the man's face, Ye Shaohan's figure suddenly shook. The bloody shadow in front of him turned out to be himself.
They have exactly the same appearance, but the killing intent on them is extremely terrifying.
No one present could see Ye Shaohan's presence, so he stretched out his hand, and Ye Shaohan found that his hand passed through it easily.
In the illusion, you see others as illusions, and others see them as illusions.
His eyes followed the blood shadow downwards. At this moment, Ye Shaohan could no longer maintain the indifference on his face. In front of him, the Qilin Sword in his hand was inserted horizontally on a corpse, and that corpse was...
Aunt Feng.
The sharp sword broke Aunt Feng's chest open. Not only that, whether it was Dark Ling, Zhang Ming or others, there was a bloody hole in her chest.
A trace of anger emerged on Ye Shaohan's face, this illusion had touched his bottom line.
The person in front of me raised the sword, and blood immediately spurted out from Aunt Feng's chest. Aunt Feng seemed to have lost her life, but the person in front of him didn't react at all.
A thin figure strolled out, waving a feather fan, and it was Ye Shaoping.
Ye Shaoping looked at Ye Shaohan with a face full of sorrow and anger, and said angrily: "Master, you have fallen into the state of selflessness. First it was Dark Spirit, then Zhang Ming, then Aunt Feng, who is next?"
Ye Shaoping roared out angrily. Hearing this, Ye Shaohan's figure trembled. Could it be that people who realize the selfless mood will eventually sink into killing?
The setting sun was like blood, and the bloody shadow looked so sad standing among the piles of corpses.
Ye Shaohan clearly felt the sadness, anger and helplessness in Ye Shaoping's words.
"Master, I once swore that if one day you indulge in killing, I will do my best to pull you back. If you can't pull you back, I will kill you!" Ye Shaoping said sadly and angrily.
Ye Shaoping's face was full of grief and indignation. The feather fan he was waving in his hand fell down, and black waves poured out from all sides. It was the Ye family army.
At this moment, Ye Jiajun rushed towards the blood shadow one after another, and Ye Jiajun's figure drowned the blood shadow.
However, in this wildly dancing figure, wisps of intoxicating sword light emerged. The moment the sword light disappeared, scores of Ye family troops must have fallen.
Ye Shaohan recognized that intoxicating sword light. One sword could conquer the city, one sword could conquer the city!
Blood splashed, and under the setting sun, a massacre was taking place. The hot blood dyed the day, the land, the mountains, and the water red.
Like moths rushing to a flame, Ye Jiajun rushed forward without hesitation, eventually turning into cold corpses.
Familiar faces all died tragically under the blood shadow. The people around them were frightened and ran away frantically, but the blood shadow followed closely and no one could escape.
Ye Shaohao, Ye Gaoleng, An Meng, Ran Qian, and Ran Rou died under the sword one by one. Their tragic deaths were so shocking.
Rivers of blood flowed and corpses lay everywhere. Looking at the familiar people dying one by one, Ye Shaohan also felt a sense of sadness in his heart, and murmured softly: "Do those who forget themselves really indulge in killing?"
The screams of everyone were still ringing in my ears, and the whole world seemed to be dyed red.
At this moment, Ye Shaohan slowly closed his eyes, indifferent to the tragic deaths of those around him. After a few breaths, Ye Shaohan opened his eyes again.
Looking at the blood shadow with indifferent eyes, a smile appeared at the corner of Ye Shaohan's mouth. His right hands pointed together as swords, and the sword fingers pointed forward crazily, driving his body towards the blood shadow.
"My artistic conception is chosen by myself, and it is not difficult for anyone to define it!" At this moment, the artistic conception of selflessness is becoming more and more perfect. For the first time, the completely selfless artistic conception is reflected in Ye Shaohan's finger.
A finger that makes people lose themselves, this finger gently falls on the blood shadow.
The blood shadow was shattered instantly. Not only was the blood shadow shattered, but everything around it was also shattered.
"Return to reality, return to reality, return to emptiness!" Ye Shaohan murmured softly: "Xiao Huo once said that there are thousands of origins in this world, and the origin of fire is the origin of reality, and are these true and false origins?"
The pungent smell of blood dissipated, and the scarlet world receded from Ye Shaohan's sight like a tide. Finally, the surrounding area turned white again. At this, Ye Shaohan understood that this illusion had passed.
On the Sword God Mountain, those sword weapons emitted sword chants one after another. However, in the next moment, these sword chants disappeared strangely.
Their expressions changed slightly. Huang Shaoping and the others used their spiritual energy to drive the sword formation, but found that the heart-locking formation had stopped operating at some point.
Ding Ding! The swords floating in mid-air smashed towards the high platform below one after another, and finally landed on the high platform. The swords collided with the swords, the swords collided with the rocks, and there were crisp ding-dong sounds.
The sound then sounded.
The sword shadows all over the sky dissipated, and everyone ignored the sword that fell to the ground. For a moment, countless eyes looked upward, where a thin figure emerged.
Above the void, five figures corresponded to each other. Huang Shaoping and others looked at Ye Shaohan in disbelief.
A strange look spread across the faces of the four of them. This kid actually broke the Heart Lock Formation!
The Heart-locking Sword Formation is also an extremely mysterious sword formation in the Sword God Sect. The Heart-locking Sword Formation and the Mountain Guard Formation of the Sword God Sect are both called two great formations.
The most wonderful thing about this Heart-locking Sword Formation is that it can make people fall into their own memories involuntarily, thus creating illusions. The second is that it can shake the tester's artistic conception.
Once this artistic conception is broken, the strength of ordinary Lingzong realm warriors will inevitably decline, and those below the Lingzong realm will have difficulty breaking through the Lingzong realm throughout their lives. Fortunately, Ye Shaohan insisted on his own artistic conception in the end.
Slowly opening his eyes, he raised his head and looked at the sky filled with snowflakes. A smile appeared on Ye Shaohan's lips, and he finally came out.
Closing his eyes again, Ye Shaohan quietly recalled the scene in the fantasy. After a few breaths, Ye Shaohan opened his eyes again and bowed gently to Huang Shaoping and the others. This bow was nothing else, just for this.
The sword array allowed him to relive the warmth of the past.
It seems that Ye Shaohan has experienced several years in the illusion, but in reality, only a few moments have passed.
"He actually broke the Heart-locking Sword Formation?" Luo Qianbi said a little uncertainly. Hearing this, Xie Zhe'an also said uncertainly: "That's probably it! Otherwise, why would the sword formation stop running!"
"This boy is in a good mood!" Huang Shaoping, who had been silent all this time, said, looking at Ye Shaohan with a slightly strange look in his eyes.
"Yes, you can break through your own bottlenecks and stick to your true intentions!" Huang Shaoping put his hands behind his back and chuckled: "You passed the third test! From now on, you are a disciple of the Sword God Sect!"
Huang Shaoping flicked his right hand, and the swords scattered on the ground floated up again, and the swords rotated one after another. As Huang Shaoping pointed out his sword, these swords fell on the surroundings of the high platform one after another, and fierce sword auras came out one after another.
Emerged, and for a moment, a sword energy light curtain emerged on the high platform. He raised his head, Huang Shaoping smiled lightly at Ye Shaohan and said: "Wait for a moment, after everyone participates in the third level assessment, it will be the turn of the entry-level disciples."
Choose which peak to worship!"
Having said this, a burning look flashed in the eyes of Luo Qianbi and others. With his terrifying talent, combined with his mind and state of mind, the young man in front of him was undoubtedly a genius, a real genius.
After glancing at Qianbi and the others, Ye Shaohan also noticed the strange look in their eyes. He shook his head slightly, bowed slightly to them, stepped lightly on the sword under his feet, and landed lightly on the square.
Turning around, Huang Shaoping lowered his eyes slightly and looked at the people a hundred meters away. His aura also calmed down a little, and he said calmly: "Those who participate in the third level assessment enter the martial arts arena!"