"Damn! Five hundred times? How dark! No wonder Sun Sanniang said that Yijian Wentian's coffin board could no longer be held down!"
Ximen Hao looked at the sign on the table and couldn't help but curse.
"Haha, the bitch leader of Jianling Mountain is hiding. Look, someone is about to attack, let's take a look first."
Xuewu pointed in the direction of the Sword Asking Stone. A man in brocade clothes was standing in front of the Sword Asking Stone holding a sword.
"Qiang!"
The sword flew out, quickly circled the Wenjian Stone several times, and then stabbed at the Wenjian Stone with the help of its strong inertia.
"when!"
There was a sound of gold and iron clashing, the sword bounced away, and the golden runes on the sword-asking stone suddenly started to rotate.
Soon, the runes actually formed some handwriting: The attack is a bit fancy. Although you can charge up, you may be dead when you charge up. The sword is a sharp weapon! The road to swordsmanship is hopeless, low-grade!
"Clang!"
The sword of the man in brocade fell to the ground, his face was ashen.
According to the above explanation, just one inferior grade sentenced him to death in the way of swordsmanship!
"brush!"
The writing on it spread out and turned into runes again.
"Only low-grade?"
"Yes! He shouldn't be a genius participating in the selection, right? Otherwise, this would be too rubbish."
"It's impossible to tell. The best mortal spirits should be participating in the selection."
"It's over, this low-grade swordsmanship is probably enough..."
"..."
The onlookers were talking a lot, and the face of the man in brocade became increasingly ugly.
"Come out! Next one!"
The old man waved his hand, and the restrictions on the chain disappeared.
The man in golden clothes was stunned for a moment, and then he didn't want the sword, which was a top-grade mortal weapon, and left the Sword-Questing Stone in despair.
Then, a man in civilian clothes entered, and it turned out to be Aofeng.
"Hey, what level do you think this Aofeng will be?"
Ximen Hao touched Xue Wu with his elbow.
"If we talk about swordsmanship, it should be top grade. After all, the Aojian Sect was also very famous back then. It's a pity that it's too proud."
Xuewu put her hands behind her back and said seriously.
Ximen Hao glanced at Xue Wu, this little girl knows so much, and she has such an expression.
"Buzz!"
The ban is on to prevent anyone from disturbing you.
Aofeng raised his hand to the sky, and a golden sword instantly appeared in his hand.
The clothes are automatically blown by the breeze, and the whole person is like a sword! It becomes extremely sharp!
"Qiang!"
The golden sword made a proud sword cry.
"Alas! You are already in such a state of desolation, why are you so proud?"
Xuewu sighed softly.
As he fell to the ground with a sigh, Aofeng suddenly jumped up, then quickly spun his body and flew straight towards the sword-asking stone like a drill.
"puff!"
In!
Yes, the golden sword actually penetrated the Wenjian Stone and scattered all the runes.
"Wow! It penetrated! What a strong sword!"
"Yes! No one has penetrated it for several days, and they have all been ejected. It must be a high-level swordsman, right?"
"Look, it's starting to appear..."
"Qiang!"
Aofeng pulled out the golden sword, then carried the golden sword behind his back with one hand, looking at the golden writing that appeared on it with an expressionless face.
The sword is famous for its arrogance! You did it! Both the sword energy and the sword edge are so arrogant! The attack power is strong and the speed is unparalleled! Swordsmanship: top grade! But! If you are strong, it is easy to break! If you are arrogant, it is easy to be frustrated. You are too deliberately arrogant. , abandoning the flexibility of the sword can easily backfire. Unfortunately...
"Um?"
Aofeng frowned, remembering what Xue Wu said to him last night, which was almost exactly the same as what was written on this stone tablet.
"High-ranking swordsman! You can go a long way on the road of swordsmanship if you are a high-ranking swordsman."
"But what do you mean after that?"
"Strength is easy to break, pride is easy to be defeated!"
"Nonsense! Of course I can see it..."
"Okay! Next one!"
The old man didn't even look at it. He had been guarding here for many years. What level of swordsmanship had he never seen?
"Wait! Let's jump in line!"
Xue Wu pulled Ximen Hao and jumped over the crowd and rushed to the table, which immediately caused a burst of dissatisfaction!
"Who are you? Why did you jump in line!"
“I was in line before dawn!”
"Little girl! Get in line behind you!"
"..."
The people in the queue behind were furious, while the old man looked at Xue Wu, his snow-white beard trembling.
"Xiao Wu, are you bringing someone to inquire about the sword?"
The old man obviously knew Xue Wu, which made Ximen Hao a little surprised.
But when I think about Sun Sanniang and Lan Gui, I feel relieved.
"You old man, stop talking nonsense! Hurry up and start the formation, I'm in a hurry!"
"Crack!"
A small cloth bag was thrown on the table, containing five hundred low-grade spiritual stones.
Xue Wu had no respect for the old man at all, and the old man was not even angry, but was confused:
"Xiao Wu! Look, there are dozens of people lined up behind you... Ouch! It hurts, it hurts!"
Xuewu suddenly reached out and grabbed the old man's beard and pulled hard.
Ximen Hao's eyelids jumped wildly. This old man was obviously a strong man, but he was bullied by Xue Wu and begged for mercy.
"If it hurts, open the restriction immediately!"
"Okay, okay! I'll drive!"
The old man waved his hand and the ban was opened.
Xue Wu let go of the old man's beard, and then pulled the stunned Ximen Hao in.
"Why can they jump in line?"
"That's right! I've been waiting in line for a long time!"
"Why are they so special? I protest!"
"..."
"Shut up!"
The old man shouted loudly, and everyone fell silent.
"I am the administrator of Wenjian Stone. I have the final say. If you are not convinced, you can get out! I didn't invite you!"
He cursed and touched his beard distressedly.
Everyone was silent, not to mention that the old man's cultivation was unpredictable, and he was a person from Sword Spirit Mountain.
So, I had to endure it.
"Are you familiar with him too?"
Ximen Hao knew clearly that Xue Wu was unusual, but he still couldn't help but ask.
"Yes! An old immortal, hehehe! I have many good friends in Sword Spirit Town. Do you know why?"
Xuewu laughed.
Ximen Hao shook his head:
"I don't know."
"Because I'm cute! Yeah!"
Xue Wu pointed her cheeks with her index fingers, tilted her head slightly, and blinked her bright eyes at Ximen Hao. She was really naughty and cute.
Ximen Hao looked at it blankly for a while, the other person looked really, really cute at this moment.
"Hey! How about your arrogant Xiao Jianjian? Is my sister right? I asked you to curb your arrogance, but you didn't listen."
Xue Wu looked at Aofeng coming towards her and said proudly.
Aofeng looked unhappy at this time, just glanced at Xue Wu and Ximen Hao, and then left the square.
"Besides! If you are still arrogant, you will suffer a loss."
Xuewu curled her lips in disdain, then pulled Ximen Hao to the sword-asking stone.
At this time, the Wenjian Stone itself turned into runes again, and the punctured hole had disappeared.
"Come, use your strongest move to attack Wenjianshi and see how your swordsmanship is."
Xue Wu's expression was full of expectation, even more so than the master Ximen Hao.
Ximen Hao looked up at the huge Wenjian Stone. He couldn't see what material it was made of, but he felt a sense of oppression.
"It's probably not that strong."
"How will you know if you don't try?"
"You know, I'm not a real swordsman."
Ximen Hao also has the Tianji Umbrella, and the Bloodthirsty Sword is just a part of the Tianji Umbrella.
"Whatever! You know how to use a sword anyway, and Jianling Mountain only accepts swordsmen! It doesn't matter what other magical weapons you have."
Xue Wu's words sounded awkward, and Ximen Hao even doubted whether Jianling Mountain was Jianling Mountain or Jianling Mountain... (To be continued)