After the sword sacrificial ceremony, the conversation among all the disciples of the sect completely changed.
In the past, the topics among the inner and outer disciples, boys and girls, were mostly about how majestic the sword ceremony was, the master's demeanor, and meeting the core senior brothers and sisters.
However, in this sword ceremony, all the topics revolved around one person.
It immediately aroused the curiosity of a large number of disciples who did not participate in the sword ceremony.
After all, some sword pulses can attract hundreds or even hundreds of people. It is impossible for everyone to participate in the sword ceremony like Lan Qingzi's sword pulse.
"Jiang Yu? Which Jiang Yu? Could it be that the inner sect brothers are waiting for him to be kicked out of the inheritance sequence and give up his position every day?" Some curious people asked.
"Who else could be there besides him?"
"How dare he call us trash."
Many young practitioners who are arrogant and arrogant are still angry.
"But his sword energy is praised by Senior Brother Tu Shendu, and it is indeed extraordinary."
There are also people who are very rational.
"Hmph, what's so surprising? He just focuses on studying this useless little trick. If you specialize in studying a useless magic trick, or even transform into another form, wouldn't it be impossible for experts who are several levels higher than you to do it?
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"What does this mean? Are you better than those masters?"
"That makes sense."
"Look at how he didn't react to Senior Brother Jun Mo's sword. If Master hadn't suddenly appeared, Jiang Yu would have died long ago."
"Yes! Originally I had some changes in my opinion of him, but now I hope that Senior Brother Jun Mo will kill him with one sword."
Although these junior brothers and sisters unanimously talked about it, everyone labeled Jiang Yu as someone not to be trifled with.
Dare to curse all the inner and outer sect disciples during the sword ceremony, even the inheritance disciples, is simply a piece of meat.
Otherwise, the superior Senior Brother Jun Mo would not be pushed into the shithole by him.
If it happened again, few people would dare to laugh at Wang Chen again.
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On the contrary, the entire Huijianfeng was filled with joy.
"Senior Brother, you are so majestic this time. Look at Jun Mo being held down by Master, like a toad trying to relieve his anger!"
"Thankfully, he pretended to be cold and frosty at the beginning."
Zhou Shuwu said extremely excitedly.
"Don't treat Jun Mo as your elder brother and Jun Mo as your short brother outside. You don't have the strength of a senior brother, and even if you are a senior brother..."
Lu Rong looked at Wang Chen and hesitated to speak.
"Don't worry, I have my own sense of proportion." Wang Chen smiled and nodded.
"Today's sword ceremony made me understand something." Zhou Shuwu said with excitement.
"I haven't worked hard enough, I'm going to practice now."
With that said, Zhou Shuwu resigned and went to his hilltop.
Wang Chen also returned to a beautiful peak that originally belonged to Jiang Yu, closed his eyes and recalled today's sword ceremony.
He felt that there seemed to be a faint artistic conception in the formula recited by Gu Qianyin.
However, this artistic conception is very vague and cannot be understood or grasped.
With this thought, it was already night.
When I opened my eyes, the sky was filled with stars.
"nice!"
Wang Chen looked up to the sky and shouted haha.
"Look at how excited you are." Seeing Wang Chen finish his thoughts, Xiao Yao floated out with a swish, but strangely floated up to the sky and looked around.
"What are you looking at?" After Wang Chen finished speaking, he flicked the medicine, but saw this little girl floating up to the sky, looking around, and asked suspiciously.
After a long while, Xiaoyao floated down and said: "Whenever you swell, something bad will happen. I'm here to help you check in advance."
Wang Chen choked.
As he spoke, he put his hands behind his head and leaned back.
The image of Jun Mo showing no power to resist under Gu Qianyin's random gestures flashed through his mind.
Wang Chen suddenly remembered his encounter with Li Tiannan.
"He is a small character who has not even cultivated the golden elixir."
He still remembered his original evaluation of Li Tiannan.
Now it seems that Li Tiannan in the late stage of foundation building is not a small character, but a giant in the cultivation world!
"The great cultivator is quite powerful." He stared at the full moon, somewhat lost in thought.
At this moment, Wang Chen finally understood why everyone wanted the ninth Nirvana to build a perfect foundation.
Because even if you build the foundation after eight times of nirvana, you can only stay in the middle stage of foundation building for life, and it is almost impossible to break through the later threshold.
What's more, we still have to pursue the elusive golden elixir.
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Under the cold moon, white mist shrouded the sky.
The Qiankun Sword Sect is like a holy land of the Immortal Family.
But there is an attic with boundless spring scenery.
A fat cultivator wearing a white silk robe was lying on a large chair made of spiritual stone with a satisfied look on his face, with precious animal skins spread under his body.
But his slightly greasy head was resting on the lap of a pretty female nun.
Several Qi Condensation cultivators with heavy makeup were standing around. One of them stretched out two white fingers and brought a spiritual fruit to the fat cultivator's mouth.
With a hiss, the fat cultivator narrowed his eyes and sucked it down.
"Uncle Pan is in such a good mood." A loud voice came from outside the door, followed by clear footsteps.
The fat cultivator didn't answer, as if he already knew who the visitor was. He just tilted his head slightly and looked at a handsome and upright young man who was striding up from outside the door.
"It's rare for Master Junhou's nephew to visit his uncle." He said with a smile.
The person who came was none other than the core disciple who attracted much attention at today's sword ceremony, Junhou.
Junhou smiled and said nothing, looking slightly confused at the fat cultivator in front of him.
This person's name is Pan Hua, and he is one of the ten general managers of the Qiankun Sword Sect. His cultivation level is mediocre. Although he is in the middle stage of foundation building, he has neglected his practice and his combat power is very low. He is afraid of cultivators in the early stage of foundation building.
Among them, there are many who can defeat him.
However, he was extremely sociable, and after decades of activity, he managed to reach the position of general manager, in charge of the promotion assessment of the entire Qiankun Sword Sect disciples.
Within the sect, disciples at various levels, including outer disciples and inner disciples, enjoy vastly different resources. Each level up means more spiritual stones, more advanced techniques, and better masters.
The journey of cultivation is also smoother.
To improve your level, you need to go through various trials. Since they are trials, they are divided into difficult and easy ones. Some trials are difficult, but there is no risk to your life, while some are extremely dangerous and can easily lead to death.
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Therefore, Pan Hua's position is very popular. Who doesn't want to be assigned a relatively simple trial? Even the vast majority of line masters have to curry favor with him, otherwise the promotion prospects of his disciples will be worrying.
After a brief silence, Junhou glanced at the female cultivators on both sides.
Pan Hua smiled and waved his fat hand, and several female cultivators stood up and exited the building with a slight blessing. Only Pan Hua and Jun Hou were left here.
"It is truly a place of bliss. Sometimes I wonder if we cultivators, who practice life and death every day, are like a leaf blocking our eyes, unable to see the true meaning of life. We are not as happy as you, Master Pan."
Junhou said with a faint smile.
"Anyway, in the entire sect, who doesn't know that you, Junhou Junior Nephew, are the dazzling genius of the sect, how can you compare with me, a sluggish old man like me?"
After Pan Hua finished his polite remarks, he changed the topic.
"What's the matter with my nephew coming to see me this time? If I can help, just ask."
He sat up with a righteous look on his face.
Junhou smiled and rubbed his storage ring, and a fist-sized blue pearl suddenly appeared in front of him, illuminating the surrounding area with a blue light.
"Last time I went to sea, I encountered a dragon. I killed it and took this dragon pill. I heard that my uncle was refining medicine to improve his cultivation, so I came here to give it to my uncle to see if it would be useful."
Jiao Dan is an extremely rare thing, and it is difficult to find monsters in the ocean, let alone the rarest dragon.
This Jiao Dan is priceless.
"You're welcome, nephew. I shouldn't have taken your things, but my uncle happened to need them, so I'm not polite. Let's talk."
Pan Hua narrowed his eyes slightly, accepted the Jiao Dan, and asked again.
"I want to kill someone, please help me, uncle."
When it came to killing people, Junhou didn't even blink.
"Oh? Is it Jiang Yu?"
As a deacon of the Qiankun Sword Sect, Pan Hua also participated in the sword sacrificial ceremony. He clearly saw the conflict between Jiang Yu and Jun Mo, and without any pretense, he directly pointed out Junhou's intention.
"Yes, that's the little bastard."
The king makes no excuses.
"Although Jiang Yu's cultivation is mediocre, he is still a disciple of the inheritance. Even if I am willing to help you, do you dare to kill him?"
Pan Hua roughly figured out the purpose of Junhou's visit, but still had some doubts.
"Uncle, don't worry. As long as you turn a blind eye during the core entrance trial, I will naturally find a way to kill him. After that, I will give you a big gift."
Junhou said calmly.
"Are you sure he will die? I see the strength Jiang Yu showed in the sword ceremony today. His cultivation is quite good. He is a strong opponent for your disciple to become a core inheritance disciple. If he is not dead, he will return to the sect and make a big show of it.
, it would be difficult for the superiors to investigate."
Pan Hua frowned and asked very cautiously.
"Uncle Master, have you ever heard of the Spirit Sealing Formation?"
Junhou understood that if he could not impress the old fox Pan Hua, he would definitely practice Tai Chi to protect himself, so he made his plan clear.
"Haha." Pan Hua was stunned for a moment, then laughed.
"In the entire sect, there are no more than five pulse masters who can set up the spirit-sealing formation. I forgot that you, the pulse master, are one of them. To deal with Jiang Yu, a disciple of the inheritance, and let your pulse master take action is too high-minded.
It’s Jiang Yu.”
Pan Hua's doubts disappeared and he laughed heartily.
Seeing Pan Hua's attitude at this moment, Junhou understood that the matter was probably done and smiled.
"Thank you, uncle."
"When the time comes, you and your two core disciples, twenty or even ten years from now, will not be able to imagine this grand occasion." Pan Hua narrowed his eyes and said.
"One day, I will never forget my uncle." Junhou said knowingly.
After saying that, the two looked at each other and laughed.