Outside the alley, a group of people who used to be so high up in the world that no one dared to touch the tiger's beard, but now were completely humiliated, felt an inexplicable sense of relief. At least this perverted person didn't kill anyone, right?
Still a very particular person!
They couldn't help but jump up one after another, and slowly retreated under the gaze of tens of thousands of casual cultivators who were disturbed by the noise.
"How about that?"
Hong Qiming suppressed the surge of blood in his body and looked at everyone.
Su Wu lowered his voice: "Who is this person? He has an old relationship with Tusita Dan Medical Shop...could it be...him?"
Speaking of this "him", I was shocked. That man was a heaven-defying man who killed the evil sect with one sword. Although he had never seen it, his ears were almost calloused!
"That person is dead, don't make random guesses!"
Green Lady frowned and thought for a moment, "Now the masters from all the sects have gathered in the Xuantian Sword Sect for the Heavenly Drum Beating Ceremony. The sect's seniors and outstanding disciples have already gone, I'm afraid it will be inconvenient to ask for help..."
Hong Qiming suddenly looked into the distance: "This person has left!"
Xin Zhuo was indeed gone. He had used his spirit platform to sweep the entire city. He didn't have any experts, so he simply flew in the air and headed straight to the south.
In front of Tushita Dan Medical Shop, Duan Dapeng and the others watched him go away silently.
Li Wumian had already woken up from the drunkenness and laughed dryly: "Senior Brother Xin is really a strange man. He is back, and our Tusita Dan Medical Shop will rise again!"
Duan Dapeng shook his head seriously: "It's far away! It's far away!"
The other three people looked at him together and asked in surprise: "What's so far away?"
Duan Dapeng smiled bitterly and looked a little lonely: "His path is different from ours. Maybe next time we see him, we should look up to him. Just look, the word "Xin Zhuo" will resound throughout the world sooner or later!"
"Where are the major domains?"
"It's under his mother's bed, close the door, go out of business!"
…
Hot wind blows on my face.
Kunxu City was thousands of miles away from the Xuantian Sword Sect, and Xin Zhuo used his "other horse's" escape skills to keep traveling back and forth for three or four days.
When he reached the foot of the Xuantian Mountains, he couldn't help but fall down and frowned. In front of him were green mountains, undulating mountains, and endlessly beautiful scenery. So, where is the mountain gate of the Xuantian Sword Sect?
It's not that his memory is bad, but the location of the mountain gate has changed, and the traces of the original "Three Executions and Three Destructions Formation" seem to be gone.
Of course, it is impossible to change the mountain gate. It is just a matter of rearranging the formation and moving the mountain gate.
He is a "dead person", and his identity as a disciple of the sect is no longer there, so he cannot enter at will.
Looking around, there were no passers-by, but there was a faint sound of people coming from somewhere in the southwest.
After thinking for a while, he hurried towards the place where the voice came from. In a moment, he arrived at a valley full of birds singing and flowers fragrant. There were densely packed gorgeous carriages parked at the entrance of the valley.
In the valley, a group of young men and women in brocade clothes surrounded by servants and a group of young men and women with fair faces and simple clothes stood distinctly apart.
Directly ahead, in the dense mist, there was a colorful pontoon bridge. On the bridge stood three true disciples of the Xuantian Sword Sect and seven or eight inner disciples. All ten of them had arrogant and superior looks on their faces, cold and cold. Leng glanced at the more than two hundred boys and girls below.
"Disciple recruitment meeting?"
Xin Zhuo pondered for a moment and realized that the colorful pontoon bridge must be where the mountain gate was, and he strode over.
When he arrived next to a group of boys and girls, he paused for a moment and looked to the side.
Not far away, a middle-aged couple from the countryside pulled a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old with expectant faces, and told him earnestly: "Yu'er, Xuantian Sword Sect is a big sect. You must enter it to stand out in the future. .
You don't need to worry about your parents and sister. As long as you succeed in your cultivation in the future, we will be happy. "
The young man took a step back, bowed and saluted, with a look of determination on his face: "Don't worry, parents, Yu'er will work hard to enter the sect and devote himself to practice. The child will never forget the humiliation from the prefect's Yamen and the Su family. Don't bully the young man into being poor." , Thirty years to the east of the river, thirty years to the west of the river, I regard it as a wise saying."
"Okay, okay!" The couple's eyes were moist, and they looked away, unable to stop their tears.
Xin Zhuo: "?"
What a fantasy scene.
This kid is very talented, his face is born from his heart, and he must be a determined boy, but there is no such thing as the aura of the protagonist. At best, he is an inner disciple. If he doesn't know how to adapt, he will most likely be eaten up. The sect's water How deep.
"His Royal Highness Prince Jin! Your Majesty and your Majesty have great expectations for you. You must practice well!"
"I understand, I am bound to win this Xuantian Sword Sect. With my talent, Ling Tianjun, the true disciples may not be able to escape!"
On the other side, a person who looked like an old eunuch whispered to a young man in royal robes. The young man in royal robes had a nonchalant expression on his face, with a hint of contempt at the corner of his mouth.
"We only accept fifty places this time, please come forward quickly!"
On the colorful bridge, a true disciple looked cold and scolded him in a deep voice without any courtesy.
Approximately two hundred boys and girls, under the watch of their servants, parents and elders, straightened their backs and strode forward.
Xin Zhuo still didn't move, with a faint smile on his face, watching silently, finding it quite interesting.
"Why don't you go, little brother?" An uncle who looked like a farmer next to him approached Xin Zhuo and asked curiously while he was worried about his children.
Xin Zhuo responded casually: "I am actually a true disciple of the Xuantian Sword Sect. There is no need to take a test and I can enter directly!"
"Uh..." The man had a look of disgust on his face, as if "young people like to brag", and stayed away.
On the colorful bridge, the boys and girls came forward one by one. It was similar to the selection on Sinan Mountain, basically five brushes and one brush!
The royal prince who called himself "Ling Tianjun" was gifted with a divine body. He was stunned for a moment. He was respectfully invited in by an inner disciple, and his expression was indescribably arrogant.
However, when it was the turn of the commoner boy "Yu'er", he was immediately dismissed, saying that his talent was not obvious and that he was useless.
Yu'er's face was as pale as paper, and he staggered back. It was obvious that he was depressed and lost. This ups and downs in life were not what he expected.
The parents who were watching here had already turned pale, as if they had lost all hope, and could not help but retreat slowly.
Na Yu'er walked up to his parents, tears like broken beads, and knelt down: "My child is unfilial!"
Dad waved his sleeves heavily, turned around and left.
But the mother squatted down and hugged her child and cried loudly: "It's okay, we don't practice anymore. We can go to the county town with your uncle to work as a carpenter, and we can still have food and clothing!"
"mother!"
Yu'er cried bitterly, and suddenly found a stream of water entering her mouth, and then another stream of water. The fishy smell hit her nostrils, and then she was held down by a pair of hands behind her back, and a warm current entered her body, flushing her meridians crazily.
He actually didn't understand what meridians were, but this feeling was very comfortable.
He raised his head suddenly and saw a seventeen-year-old boy patting his back. He couldn't help but cry: "Brother, you..."
Xin Zhuo gently pushed him towards the colorful bridge: "Try again!"
Yu'er was confused and fell to the ground in a daze. He was already at the edge of the colorful bridge in front of him. It was his turn again. He couldn't help but look back, and then looked at the three Xuantian Sword Sect true disciples in front of him who had the same confused expressions. There was a flash of brilliance, and he bowed down and said: "The boy's meridians have just been blocked and cannot be penetrated. Please give the boy another chance!"
The expressions of the three true disciples were gloomy. This was something that had never happened before. However, thinking of the sudden appearance of this young man, they pondered for a moment and one of them said: "The Heavenly Drum Ceremony in the sect is going on, and there are not enough manpower. Uncle Master ordered an emergency call." Fifty people, there are no particularly strict rules, it’s okay to give this kid another chance? How about it?”
The other two nodded.
Yu'er was calm and stepped forward again. After a while, a sword shape appeared on the stone wall.
The true disciple who spoke first couldn't help but be shocked: "Jinyang Sword Body, I almost missed it. This little junior brother, come in quickly!"
With Divine Body Style, the position of true disciple is almost certain!
Yu'er turned back to look at Xin Zhuo in surprise, completely confused.
His parents also suddenly stopped and looked at Xin Zhuo who was taking a rest in surprise. My mother immediately lowered her voice: "My father, Yu'er met a warrior from the Xian family and became rich!"
The old man was breathing rapidly and couldn't say a word!
At this time, more than 200 boys and girls were basically screened. A total of fifty-eight people, led by a group of inner disciples, entered behind the Colorful Bridge.
Just when the three true disciples were about to close the mountain-protecting formation and hide the colorful bridge, a figure suddenly entered.
The three true disciples were startled at first, and then became furious: "Who is it?"
"Changlanglang..."
The long sword was unsheathed, its light shining fiercely.
But the next moment, the three swords were sheathed uncontrollably, and the shoulders of the three people were hugged by someone.
Xin Zhuo coughed lightly and said, "Stop talking, I'm going back to my home!"
The three true disciples were only in the Yinxu realm. For a moment, their bodies were tense and they couldn't raise any strength. Their faces turned extremely ugly. One of the female true disciples said angrily: "What is my family? Who are you?"
Xin Zhuo said with emotion: "In those days, no one would ask this question. I was very famous at that time. By the way, which peak are you disciples?"
A male true disciple scolded: "Standing at Jianfeng, how are you? Who are you? You know that the Tiangu Festival is being held in the sect. The elders of the sect, all the amazing and talented uncles and the masters of various sects are gathered together. You If you want to fish in troubled waters, you are simply asking for death!"
Xin Zhuo said: "I can't die! I shed my blood and fought for the Eighteen Sects!"
(End of chapter)
