The Wei State is adjacent to the Chu State, separated by a land of death in Cangzhou. There is a steep mountain peak that towers into the clouds and looks like a sharp sword standing in the snow in the north.
The mountain peaks are like natural dangers. There is no mountain road to go up. If you want to go up the mountain, you can only climb it with bare hands.
On this day, snow was falling all over the sky and the wind was biting. The official road not far from the mountain peak was covered with a thick layer of white snow, and a group of people and horses walked slowly on it.
Looking from a distance, we can see that there are about forty people in the team, led by a man and a woman. They are wearing light robes, with their necks and wrists exposed to the air, as if such a cold weather has no effect on them.
If you look closely, you will find that there is a faint layer of light outside the body of the man and woman, and the snowflakes will disappear directly when they get close. There is not even a snowflake on the two people's robes.
Both men and women carry a standard long sword on their backs. It looks very ordinary, but it exudes a vague sense of sharpness, which is obviously not ordinary.
The three young men following them were also carrying long swords and wearing thin shirts, but there was no protective shield emanating from their bodies. They allowed snowflakes to fall on their clothes, but every once in a while, these snowflakes would melt away, and the momentum Much weaker than the men and women in front.
As for these five people, there are more than thirty boys and girls, most of whom are between fifteen and twenty years old. These people can't stand such cold weather. They are all wrapped up like rice dumplings, with thick heads on their heads. There is a lot of white snow on the cotton clothes.
Although these teenagers were shivering from the cold, they gritted their teeth and followed the six people in front of them.
Among this group of teenagers, there are three older men and women who are out of tune with the others.
The leader was a tall middle-aged man wearing black attire, but his right arm was empty and only his left arm was intact.
The one-armed man had a calm face and a vicissitude in his eyes. He followed the team with steady steps. His clothes were thin and he was unmoved by the heavy snow and cold wind.
Behind the one-armed man is a young woman wrapped in a white fur coat and with a scar on her face. Her originally pretty face looked hideous and repulsive against the scar. Even some of the teenagers next to her expressed disgust. Look at her.
The young woman seemed to be accustomed to these looks. She walked quietly, her right hand always on her waist, holding the handle of a long knife.
If you carefully observe her eyes, you will find that the young woman has always maintained a vigilant gaze and her walking posture is in a state where she can draw her sword at any time, which is enough to deal with various surprise attacks.
Next to the young woman, there is a big man wrapped in a cloak with a sinewy face. Like the young woman, this big man has a vigilant look in his eyes. He carries a red-tasseled spear behind him, and there is still some blood on the gun head.
The three people were so weird that the teenagers around them stayed away from them. In addition to disgust, the eyes of the teenagers also showed contempt and disdain.
However, there was an ordinary-looking young man who looked at the three of them with strange eyes from time to time.
"Sanniang, Fourth, relax a little. With the immortal master from Tianjian Sect here, there won't be any danger." The one-armed man suddenly spoke and said softly in a hoarse voice.
His voice was not high, and it was almost difficult to hear it amid the wind and snow. However, the young woman and the man's ears were very sensitive, and they relaxed slightly when they heard the one-armed man's words.
At the same time, the man walking at the front of the team frowned slightly and said softly: "Master Nephew Liu."
A young man with a sword behind him immediately walked forward quickly, bowed and said, "I wonder what Master Guan's orders are?"
The man surnamed Guan said: "You brought those three older men and women, right?"
"Yes, uncle."
The man surnamed Guan said strangely: "You should know the rules and standards of accepting disciples. At such an old age, it is impossible to be accepted into the sect unless you have extremely high spiritual qualifications. Are their spiritual qualifications rare?"
The young man holding the sword smiled bitterly and said: "Reporting to Uncle Master, except for the woman who has four-attribute spiritual roots, the other two men have extremely mixed five-attribute spiritual roots."
The man surnamed Guan was even more surprised: "Then you brought them here, don't you know it was a waste of effort?"
The young man holding the sword scratched his head, hesitated, and then said: "Uncle Guan, these three people actually saved my nephew's life. I brought them here as a reward."
"As for the rules of our sect, my nephew knows it, but the three of them insist on letting the uncle who is responsible for recruiting disciples check before they give up."
The man surnamed Guan let out a light sigh and said, "You boy, your life was actually saved by a mortal. No wonder you are still at the ninth level of Qi refining all these years and cannot enter the later stage of Qi refining."
The young man carrying the sword looked a little embarrassed and said: "At that time, my nephew happened to encounter a first-level mid-level black leopard, and both sides were injured in the fight. It happened that these three mortals passed by, and with their superb martial arts, they killed the monster beast."
Although the young man carrying the sword did not speak loudly, except for the young man behind him, everyone else could hear him. There was a bit of contempt in his eyes, but the leader named Guan was used to it.
He looked at the young man with the sword, shook his head and sighed: "You have disgraced your master so much. You can't even deal with a small black leopard. You still rely on mortals to save your life. I really don't know why Senior Brother Yue accepted you."
As a disciple."
The young man with the sword behind his back looked a little embarrassed when he heard this.
"With the qualifications of these three mortals, judging from the past situation, they can at best be mere servants. However, this time it is Senior Brother Linghu who is responsible for recruiting disciples. I am afraid that they will not have any chance."
Hearing this, the young man with the sword behind his back suddenly turned panicked. After knowing that this senior brother Linghu was in charge, he immediately regretted bringing these three mortals here.
"Hey, we're at the foot of the mountain. Junior Nephew Guan, let's talk about the rules with these little guys. Junior sister and I will go first." After saying that, the man and the silent woman next to him made a magic formula with their hands.
The long swords behind them were unsheathed, spun around, and flew to their feet. Driven by the sword light, the two of them shot towards the towering sword peak in front of them.
The boys and girls in the team seemed to have forgotten the cold at this time. They stretched their necks one by one and looked at the flying swords. They were all envious of the men and women who looked like gods.
The young man carrying the sword cleared his throat at this time and said loudly: "The next step is the test for you. As long as you climb the 100-foot-high platform of Tianjian Peak and reach the entrance of the mountain gate within half a day, you will be considered to have passed the first level."
"But if time passes and you haven't arrived yet, no matter how qualified you are, you can only be a handyman disciple."
As soon as he finished saying this, the man with the sword behind his back quickly activated the sword behind his back and flew impatiently towards the mountain peak.
The other two young men looked strange, muttered a few words to each other, and glanced at the three one-armed men behind them.
Apparently the words of the young man surnamed Liu who bear the sword were heard by them. A disciple of the mid-stage Qi refining of the Heavenly Sword Sect was actually saved by a mortal.
It will probably add another source of laughter in the door.
Shaking their heads, they also flew away with their swords, leaving behind a group of boys and girls with pale faces looking at the steep Tianjian Peak in a daze.
"Sanniang, Fourth, let's set off quickly. Although Brother Liu said there is little hope, we still have to give it a try. Only by entering the Tianjian Sect can we have a chance." Seeing the five immortal masters leaving,
The one-armed man said in a deep voice.
"Yes, brother."
Then these three middle-aged men and women took the lead and climbed towards the mountain in front. They were so strong that this steep rock wall was not difficult for them.
Seeing this, the group of teenagers behind them also gritted their teeth, overcame their inner fears, and began to climb.