The inner disciples were testing the sword, but Xiang Xiu and Qingyu had no time to distract themselves. Although the sword sound disappeared, they knew that what they heard was not an illusion.
Xiang Que also heard it, he was surprised, is it that simple?
Just use the spiritual sense to trigger it, and then there is a reaction?
Is there a little sword sword trying to find me to recognize my master?
Then I'm trying it?
So Xiangque's second spiritual consciousness stretched over, landed on the top of the peak, and reached the Sword Pavilion.
"Buzz"
The second sword sound appeared.
Xiang Xiu and Qingyu were stunned again in disbelief.
This is wrong. A sound just now may mean that a disciple triggered the sword spirit, but it disappeared for some reason. It may be a coincidence or the triggering force is not large, which prevents the sword spirit from reacting again.
Then another sword sound was triggered. What does this mean? Did the disciple change the target just now, or did another disciple trigger it?
Anyway, both of them were confused.
"So it's that simple, so I can try it again. I can pick a good one when I can't say I can't? After all, there are differences in the strength of the sword spirit..."
So Xiangque scattered dozens of spiritual consciousness very much, and then poured towards the interval overwhelmingly.
The next moment, the sound of swords sounded one after another, one after another, as if someone was playing the piano, one after another, with a slight slight slight slight and a very regular interval.
Xiang Xiu and Qingyu didn’t know that someone was picking in the Jiange, and it was better to see that sword.
Xiang Xiu was at a loss, and Qingyu was completely confused.
"Tell me, is it an hallucination?"
Xiang Xiu shook her head and said in a dry voice: "If you are just having hallucinations, it's okay, but I have them too. How do you explain this?"
When the two were talking in a state of reality and illusion, the sound of the sword in Jiange behind them began to suddenly increase.
They couldn't even hear it, how many times had it been heard.
Senior Brother Qingyu is in a bad mood.
At this moment, among the other four peaks surrounding the main peak of Shushan, many figures rushed over, then looked at them and asked, "What's going on?"
The green fish was about to cry: "I want to say it was our illusion, but it was not at all. How do you ask me to explain..."
The other four peaks surrounding Shushan are the center of power of the Immortal Sect. One peak is the place where true disciples live and practice.
The second peak is where the Elders' Hall lives.
The third peak is where several functional departments are located.
The last peak was the residence of the head of Shushan, but no one showed up for this peak for a long time. Even the disciples of Shushan don’t know whether their head is still in the mountains.
There were four people who had just arrived, including the great elder Yuan Qihe, Yu Weiwei among the true disciples, Yan Lusi Mo Wenshan. The last one had no name, only one identity, she was the sister of the Sword Master of the Shushan Immortal Sect and her aunt Feng Xiaosu.
The sound of the sword suddenly stopped at this time, and it stopped for a long time and didn't ring, just as if it was really an illusion before.
Yuan Qihe frowned and said, "This situation has never happened before. No disciple can cause the sword to ring so frequently, and it is even more impossible for so many people to make the sword spirit recognize the master at once..."
Yu Weiwei smiled and said, "How do you explain what happened just now?"
Yuan Qihe thought about it, and before he could answer, he heard Mo Wenshan suddenly say: "Maybe it was because of the sudden change of a sword spirit in the Sword Pavilion. After all, these ancestors were still conscious, maybe they felt it.
What?"
As soon as Mo Wenshan finished speaking, Xiang Xiu turned around, bowed to the direction of Jiange, and said, "Please be said to be a clear statement from the ancestor!"
Several pairs of eyes looked over, and from the Qingyu to Yu Weiwei, Yuan Qihe and Mo Wenshan all saluted to Jiange and asked.
However, the voices of several people fell, but no echo came from it.
At the same time, the disciples of Shushan at the foot of the mountain did not know what happened on the top of the peak.
They couldn't hear this conversation in front of Jiange.
Therefore, the promotion continued. Changjian Zhenren looked at the seven people standing in front of him, and a hint of joy appeared on his face. This was the elite disciple who rose from the inner sect.
"The promotion of the inner disciples has come to an end. Next, among the outer disciples, there are those in the Golden Immortal Realm, come out!"
The rules from the outer sect to the inner sect are even simpler. There is only one thing: those who practice for three hundred years will become golden immortals, and they will become disciples of the inner sect.
So we saw at least a few hundred people walking out of the crowd, and then we squeezed together. These were all people who had cultivated the Golden Immortal within three hundred years, and from then on they would become disciples of Shushan inner sects.
The little raccoon was a little anxious. His eyes searched for Xiang Que's figure. When is it time? Should I show off?
At this time, Xiang Que was frowning and confused. He couldn't understand why when he used his spiritual sense to hook up the sword spirit in the sword pavilion, a resonance would arise in his body.
It was as if there was a voice shouting.
This caused a series of responses in Jiange.
Xiang Que even felt that if he wanted, the sword spirit would be even more powerful.
Later, after the internal examination of the spiritual consciousness, Xiang Que discovered that at some point, a sword light was floating in his dantian. It looked a bit similar to the Zhuxian Sword.
At that time, Xiang Que's Taoist Realm collapsed, and the battle of Shengzhou almost ruined everything about him, and even the Four Swords of Zhu Xian were no exception.
He didn't know where the Zhuxian Sword went, because the sword was gone after he woke up.
Xiang Que felt that it was very likely that the Zhuxian Sword had been completely destroyed.
But now it seems that it is not. The sword is in his belly.
It's just four handfuls that may have become one handful.
Xiang Que also understood one thing, that is, in the sword pavilion in Shushan, those responses are most likely related to the Zhuxian Sword.
"Tread, tread" Just as I was thinking about it, the little raccoon ran over quickly with a small step, stretched his neck and shouted: "What are you doing? Is it time for me to go on stage?
The disciples of the sect are almost finished. If I don’t get through the tribulation, I’ll miss it.”
Xiang Que came to his senses, looked around, and said, "So soon? Is it yours?"
"If I can't do it anymore, the food will be cold..."
Xiangque said "Yeah", waved his hand and said, "Then you go, just remember what I explained, make the momentum bigger and the style higher, so that you will attract more people's ideas,
This is when you are proud and straighten your back. Remember, today is yours!”