18, true biography, welcome sword into the pavilion
There was silence in the lobby.
Xu Haosheng, who was standing there, seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes were a little distracted.
All the disciples below lowered their heads, hiding the horror on their faces.
Yang Shao didn't know whether his bet was right or not.
"Okay!" Xu Haosheng suddenly shouted.
His eyes were full of light, he reached out and patted Yang Shao on the shoulder, and laughed: "From now on, you will be my third disciple, Xu Haosheng!"
Disciple who entered the house!
Above the lobby, the disciples in white all stared with wide eyes.
There are dozens of disciples in Santan Pavilion, but only two of them can enter the room.
Su Chengyun, one of the seventy-two masters of the outer sect, is not a disciple of Santan Pavilion.
The two disciples of Santan Pavilion are both elites in the sect!
At this time, Master wants to accept Yang Shao as his third disciple!
Yang Shao did not hesitate, knelt on one knee, bowed and shouted: "Disciple Yang Shao, pay homage to the master."
Like a teacher or a father.
This is the disciple who entered the house.
The disciples who enter the house are the ones who inherit the mantle.
The resources obtained are completely different from those of outsiders.
"Yang Shao, within three years, if you can master the third level of Bibo Swordsmanship, I will fight for a true successor for you as my master." Xu Haosheng, who stepped forward and put away his palms, spoke in a deep voice.
True biography!
There are tens of thousands of outer sects and three thousand inner sects of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect. How many true traditions are there?
Including those who have been cultivating for who knows how many years, are there a hundred people?
Which true disciple in the sect doesn't have a resounding name and holds a powerful position?
After today, reach the sky in one step!
"Greetings to Senior Brother Yang." In Santan Pavilion, a group of disciples saluted Yang Shao.
The disciples who enter the room are ranked above the inner door.
And the True Inheritance is the existence that competes with all peers in the entire sect!
The master values Yang Shao so highly, how can the disciples dare to disrespect him?
Yang Shao smiled and raised his hand gently: "Junior brothers, please excuse me."
From now on, his status in Santan Pavilion will still be above that of Su Chengyun.
Except for the two who entered the room, everyone else was a junior fellow apprentice.
All this comes from the explanation and performance of the senior brother in the acting building.
Thinking of Han Muye who was performing in the acting building, Yang Shao felt hot in his heart.
After cultivating the third level of Bibo, he became the most valued disciple of his master and an important true disciple in the sect.
Yang Shao seemed to see the golden avenue in front of him!
Yanfa Building, I will live in Yanfa Building from now on!
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I don’t know whether it was because he had cultivated Tieniu Jin or returned to the sect by practicing Ten Thousand Swords, but when Han Muye woke up in the morning, he was full of energy.
I practiced swordsmanship several times in the small courtyard, and I actually felt that I had a lot of understanding of swordsmanship.
"Boy Han, I will greet you later. You stand behind me." Huang Laoliu, who was neatly tied up and wearing a black shirt, had a slightly taller figure, but his eyebrows were still old.
When they were finishing cleaning up, a bell rang in the distance.
The bell rings three times.
"When the earth falls, the bells ring three times, and when the heaven falls, the bells ring six times."
Huang Laoliu shook his head and whispered to himself: "In the past two years, the bell has rang three times, which seems to be seven times..."
His words shocked Han Muye slightly.
If the bell rings three times seven times, it means that at least seven powerful people in the realm have died.
A strong person in the realm is the pillar of the sect, and he is a master in every family.
In this realm, one has a long lifespan and usually does not die.
Unless you're fighting against someone.
Isn’t it possible that this world of spiritual practice is not stable?
"Didn't you say that the Jiuxuan Sword Sect doesn't have a heavenly realm? Where are the six sounds?" Han Muye, standing behind Huang Laoliu at the door of the sword pavilion, asked.
"There is no heavenly realm, but there are masters who are comparable to the heavenly realm. The ancestor of Jiange would just-" Huang Laoliu suddenly stopped before he could finish his words.
Han Muye turned around and saw the ancestor in white robe stepping down.
The ancestor of Jiange, this person fell, will it be Liuxiang?
Han Mu murmured wildly.
When can I hear six rings?
The ancestor of Jiange did not look at the two of them, walked directly to the stone steps of Jiange and stood there.
In front of the sword pavilion, a group of sword cultivators in black robes walked solemnly.
These people carried long swords on their backs and wore black robes. They took one step at a time, as if their footsteps weighed a thousand pounds.
At the front of the black-robed sword cultivator, an old man with white beard is holding a long and narrow wooden box in both hands, looking forward with a solemn expression on his face.
This Han Muye met yesterday, Ling Che, the deacon of Zhanjian Hall, a strong man in the Earth Realm Enlightenment Stage.
Ling Che walked to the steps of the sword pavilion and stood there, holding the sword in both hands.
"Ling Che, the deacon of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect's Zhanjian Hall, sent back Senior Brother Zhou Yan, the deacon of the Zhanjian Hall, to carry his sword with him."
Ling Che stepped forward and shouted loudly.
Behind him, two rows of sword cultivators in black all bowed and clasped their fists.
"Senior Brother Zhou Yan has been in the Jiuxuan Sword Sect for three hundred years and has achieved great success. He has entered the Battle Sword Hall and fought hundreds of battles for the sect."
"Today, senior brother passed away. The Zhanjian Hall respectfully sends senior brother Zhou Yan's sword to the sword pavilion. His fame will last forever——"
Ling Che shouted loudly and held the wooden box in both hands and handed it to the ancestor of Jiange.
All the black-clothed sword cultivators in the rear shouted in unison: "Best farewell to Senior Brother Zhou Yan——"
The ancestor of Jiange raised his hand to open the wooden box, then reached out and took out a green sheathed long sword.
"Buzz——"
The long sword vibrated, seeming unwilling and filled with endless resentment.
A chilling and cold aura instantly filled the three-foot radius.
Han Muye felt a chill all over his body, and his iron niu strength suddenly came into play to block the chill.
"Senior brother, don't worry. I, the Zhanjian Tang, will avenge your senior brother. I will take the Tailing Sword and send Qin Yuanhe to put his head on his neck to honor his senior brother."
Tai Ling Sword Sect?
One of the nine sects in Western Xinjiang, ranking fourth among the four major sword sects.
The master of Jiuxuan Sword Sect died at the hands of a strong man from Tailing Sword Sect?
This is no small matter!
If the two major sword sects in Western Xinjiang fight, I am afraid that the entire Western Xinjiang will be involved.
Han Muye stuck his head out and looked at the long sword held by the ancestor of Jiange.
"Welcome Deacon Zhou's sword into the sword pavilion."
The ancestor of Jiange raised his hand and handed the long sword behind him.
Huang Laoliu took a step forward, bowed and raised his hand.
"Let him come."
The ancestor of Jiange still raised his sword and spoke calmly.
Huang Laoliu was shocked all over.
"Ancestor, Han Muye just came -"
Before Huang Laoliu finished speaking, the Jiange elder turned his head slightly and looked at Han Muye.
"Buzz——"
Han Muye's body was aroused with all his iron power in an instant, and all his muscles and bones seemed to have been hit by a heavy hammer, making his eyes blurred.
The fourteen sword intentions stored in the illusory space in his chest and abdomen vibrated, as if they were about to rush out.
One glance caused a commotion among all the swordsmen. How strong is the cultivation of the sword pavilion ancestor in front of him?
But this kind of power seems to be completely different from Ling Che in the Enlightenment Stage. It all comes from the pull of the sword.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Han Muye stepped forward, nodded to Huang Laoliu, who had a mixed look on his face and winked at him, then bowed and said, "Disciple welcomes the sword."
The ancestor of Jiange put the long sword in Han Muye's hand: "Put it away on the second floor."
Han Muye nodded, holding the sword in both hands, turned around and walked towards the second floor.
"Huang Zhenxiong, you have been a sword watcher for seven years, haven't you seen enough of them back and forth?"
"As a sword watcher, life and death depend on fate."
Behind him, the voice of the ancestor of Jiange came faintly.
Huang Zhenxiong, it turns out that Huang Laoliu’s name is quite domineering.
Holding a long sword in his hand, Han Muye showed neither sadness nor joy on his face.
The words of the ancestor of Jiange were meant for himself.
Since he has the sword energy in his heart and his life is not long, leaving the task of facing the sword to him can be regarded as making the best use of it.
This cannot be blamed on Jiange’s ancestor being ruthless.
If you become a sword watcher, you should have the awareness to be corroded by the sword energy and die.
But, maybe that’s not the case?
Stepping onto the steps on the second floor of the Jiange Pavilion, Han Muye had a smile on his face.
His palm gently pressed on the hilt of the sword in his hand.
"Buzz——"
With the sound of a sword, a picture appeared in his mind!