Many things, once you break through them for the first time, you will gradually get used to them.
For example, absenteeism, women's clothing, () fall cough cough...
In short, after Hong Butian made up his mind to successfully ()fall, the first test designed by some boring guy from Wujiang Sword Sect will no longer be a stumbling block for him!
"What's this?"
The shadow of the dagger fell.
"dagger!"
"What's this?"
The sledgehammer shadow fell.
"Epee!"
"What's this!"
"The shadow of the voodoo doll falls."
"Little sword man!"
"What's this?"
The shadow of the long sword fell.
"Ah this... Si..."
Hong Butian took a breath and frowned. What is this? It seems that it was not mentioned in the preview materials. This, this...
"No matter what it is, it must be a sword!"
"Congratulations! Successfully passed the first test!"
The voice that sounded became passionate: "Answer Hong Butian, you are one step closer to joining my Borderless Sword Sect!"
"call……"
Hong Butian breathed a long sigh of relief, his eyes showed a dazzling light, he was getting closer and closer to his dream!
Although Xiaoyang Xiaoli has achieved achievements beyond his expectation in the Five Elements Sect, and he can enter the Five Elements Sect at any time if he wants, he still wants to give it a try here, to see if he can rely on his own abilities if he is not a relative Can you enter this boundless sword gate?
What?
Is the Great Elder of the Medicine King Sect considered a first-level relationship?
That’s okay!
Hong Butian's heart quickened and his face was full of determination. He had already decided that if he couldn't succeed this time, he would go back to his hometown... and become a related household!
Ahem, um, you still can’t give up on your dream. Your younger brothers and sisters also have good intentions, so you can’t let them down, right?
Yes, that’s right!
Hong Butian, who has already found a way out for himself (rows out) and is ready to fight to the death, is now fearless!
"While I understand your excitement, you need to relax."
The misty voice spoke again: "Your talent must have been tested before, and it must be above average and meet the standards.
But just now, the test is whether you are willing to stick to your heart. Well, even if I repeatedly used wrong answers like "spear" and "sledgehammer" to induce you, you did not fall for it and pointed out the fact that they are swords honestly. , also passed the test! "
Hong Butian: "..."
Can we fast forward? Can we skip this plot dialogue? He doesn't want to listen to this guy's nonsense at all!
"Ahem, that, the second test, perseverance!"
The misty voice came to the point: "A qualified sword cultivator should have the awareness to practice day after day without sleep, not to be disturbed by the external environment, and only have his own sword in his eyes. Only in this way can he become a powerful sword cultivator with great achievements. !”
"Perseverance...it's the same as what Senior Sister Zhao said..."
Hong Butian lowered his head, full of confidence. He had plenty of perseverance!
As for external interference...
Ah!
Thinking about Hong Buyian these years, when he was practicing hard every day, two guys had been eating, sleeping, laughing and chatting next to him, and occasionally had a fight. It was as if they had put him on a construction site. , but hasn’t he persisted as always?
"The requirement is to practice for five days. During this process, you may be stopped at any time, or you may be deliberately interfered with.
But remember, you can only truly stop after hearing the word "no realm". If you stop practicing otherwise, it will be considered a failure!
The one who takes the test, Hong Butian, do you understand? "
"clear!"
Hong Butian nodded solemnly. It was only five days, and practice was fleeting!
…………
But at this time, in the underworld, Hong Butian's two younger siblings had different ideas.
"Oh my God!"
Hongli screamed.
"Earth!"
Black Sun howled.
"Hey, what's wrong?"
Po Meng sighed helplessly. Was it her imagination? Why did she feel more tired after having two helpers?
"So what? What's the matter, you ask!"
Hei Yang's eyes widened and he pointed at the non-existent watch on his wrist.
"Fifty minutes, we have been working for a full fifty minutes and we still can't get a break. Isn't this squeezing our labor force?"
"Ah! I'm almost dying~~"
Hong Li's face was pale, showing the appearance of a beautiful woman with poor health, frail body, weak kidneys and cold body, and she coughed twice.
"Ahem, I feel like my brain is roaring, my eyes are going black, the world is turning upside down, my steps are sluggish, my legs are weak, my waist is sore, my arms are hurting, and I can't even feel my hands anymore!
Oh, my God! my hand! Where are my hands! Why am I unconscious!
Hei Yang, please help me see where my hands have gone! "
"Damn it, I'm sorry Xiaoli, I can't do it anymore!"
Hei Yang covered his eyes in pain: "Just now, I was oppressed and blinded by the high-intensity labor pressure, and now I can no longer see your beauty clearly!"
"Oh! How could this happen!"
"Don't be afraid, Xiaoli, as long as we are still together..."
"From now on, I will be your eyes and you will be my hands!"
"Ah! I'm so touched! A friend in need is a friend indeed, Xiaoli, you are truly my angel!"
Po Meng: "..."
Hei Yang: "..."
Hongli: "..."
"that……"
Hongli said tentatively: "Mother Meng?"
"Just, after watching our performance, ahem, no, I mean, after watching our true feelings..."
Hei Yang madly made it clear: "Don't you have any feelings?"
"..."
Grandma Meng didn't know how to answer for a moment. The corners of her mouth twitched slightly: "What can you think?"
"At once……"
Hei Yang showed a funny expression: "You didn't want to let us take a rest!"
"I mean..."
Hongli beeped softly and added: "Just let us rest for ten days and a half, preferably until we leave..."
"..."
Po Meng couldn't help but rolled her eyes and pointed at the dead souls on the Naihe Bridge outside the pavilion.
"I don't know if you can rest, but after watching your performance, this guy almost vomited out the Meng Po soup he just drank..."
Hei Yang and Hong Li: "???"
"Hello!"
Po Meng suddenly turned her head to look at the dead soul, pointed the spoon at him, and said with a murderous look on her face: "Don't spit it out, swallow it back, do you understand?!"
"Uh huh, gulu gulu, gah..."
The deceased soul was pinching his neck in pain, his body was saying "No, I'm going to vomit", but his mind was telling him "If I vomit, I'm done"!
For a moment, I was in a dilemma, my soul was shaking, I gritted my teeth, swallowed hard, and then I bent down and squatted on the bridge and retched.
"One more bowl, I, I can't forget it..."
Hongli and Heiyang: "???"
"Hey! What the hell do you mean!"
Hei Yang looked unhappy and couldn't help shouting: "You are deliberately looking for trouble, right! Even if you feel nauseated again during our performance... Bah, I mean, no matter how bad your stomach is, you will feel better after drinking the warm soup. It should be fine!”
"That's right! Why can't you forget it after drinking a bowl? Who do you think you are? Are you the only one special?"
Hongli bared her teeth and claws: "Grandma Meng, I think this guy must be a spy for the hostile forces, and he is definitely not a good guy. I suggest a strict investigation. No... I suggest you just throw him into the Wangchuan River! Ouch!"
"Pang! Pong!" After two sounds, Meng Po looked at the two naughty children touching their heads with aggrieved looks on their faces, and took back the spoon speechlessly.
"He was choking, and the effect was just a little slower. The most profound memory was not completely erased for a while..."
Mrs. Meng rolled her eyes and continued to ladle soup and pass bowls: "Next one, the one outside should speed up. I wasted a little time just now."
"What about us?"*2
"You two go and have a rest..."
"Wuhu! Long live grandma!"
"..."
Po Meng frowned and fell into deep thought.
"Speaking of which, my 10,000th birthday passed a long time ago...
I remember, the Lord of Hell seemed to have given me a day off that day? "
