Lu Jingyuan and his party arrived at the foot of Wudang Mountain at noon. What catches the eye is a couplet: "The four famous mountains all bow in bows, and the five immortal mountains share the same ancestral ancestry." On the stone pillars on both sides, there is another famous sentence engraved on it: "Eternally unparalleled scenic spot, the best immortal mountain in the world."
I can’t help but sigh at the great reputation of the Wudang Sword Sect.
Looking at the huge peaks rising from the ground surrounded by mountains, it feels like standing out from the crowd. Wudang Mountain is steep and difficult to fly. At a glance, there are stone peaks and towering ancient trees everywhere.
A path paved with stone slabs winds up, as if climbing a ladder to heaven. Lu Jingyuan and the two walked up the stone path step by step.
In fact, he originally wanted to fly up with his sword. But he tried to activate the flying sword several times, but all ended in failure. In this way, doubts inevitably fell in my heart, and I began to ponder it secretly.
Mo Tingxuan saw Lu Jingyuan's aura and said: "Wudang Sword Sect is a major sect of the immortal sect. It has its own unique magic formation, which is said to suppress part of everyone's cultivation. No matter who you are, when you come to Wudang Sword Sect, you will You are not allowed to fly with your sword."
Lu Jingyuan suddenly realized this, so he put away his flying sword and patiently climbed up the stairs step by step.
After about an hour of burning incense, the two of them reached the mountainside. When they looked up, they saw that there were so many people coming to sign up. A long line of people lined up from the mountainside to the top of the mountain. The crowd wriggled forward slowly.
As the sun set and dusk fell, Lu Jingyuan and his party arrived in front of the mountain gate. They were about to walk inside when they were stopped by a hand.
A young disciple extended a big hand to Lu Jingyuan and asked, "Do you have a letter of recommendation?"
Lu Jingyuan was confused, "What recommendation letter?"
But Mo Tingxuan took out a letter from his arms and handed it over. The young disciple took it, opened the seal, looked at it, and then looked at Mo Tingxuan: "Return to the Mo family, Mo Tingxuan?"
"Exactly."
Mo Tingxuan clasped his fists and responded respectfully.
"Oh, it's the Mo family that used to be one of the sect's aristocratic families?"
"I heard that the previous testers couldn't even pass 'Daolin'?"
"I think the Mo family is in decline and there is no one left. This young man looks sick and wilted. He is not much better."
As soon as they heard "Mo Family", bursts of laughter could not help but come from the crowd.
Mo Tingxuan rolled his eyes at the people who were talking behind him, and his two rows of copper teeth clenched.
But good tempers are often not treated well. The people who were discussing saw that Mo Tingxuan was weak and incompetent, so they became more domineering and spoke louder.
"Shut up!"
Mo Tingxuan became angry and shouted at the group of "long-tongued vulgar women" behind him. The aura in his body also increased with his anger.
The chattering group of people were frightened and turned pale at first, but soon they seemed to have thought of something again, and their courage grew tired. They hummed: "The rules of the sect: 'Anyone who hurts others during the test will be cancelled.'" Qualifications.' You don't know, right? You try to touch me? Do you dare? Besides, I am the number one genius of the Song family, one of the four major families of the sect - Song Baiying, so I will be afraid of a waste from a declining family. ?"
Mo Tingxuan knitted his eyebrows into a ball, closed his eyes not to look at those hateful faces, and gradually calmed down his angry mood.
After receiving the letter from the young disciple, Mo Tingxuan walked inside without looking back, as if he was afraid that staying in this place of right and wrong for one second longer would shorten his life.
Mo Tingxuan went in, and Lu Jingyuan also wanted to follow him in, but was stopped again:
"Where's the letter of recommendation? Only with a letter of recommendation can you enter the sect's test. If you don't have a letter of recommendation, go home as soon as it's still dark."
Lu Jingyuan said: "I am Lu Jingyuan, a disciple of Shen Yunyang, the elder of the Wudang Sword Sect. This time I return to the mountain gate to recognize my ancestor and return to the sect."
The young disciple still refused to let him go, and said with a smile: "I am still the head disciple, how can I have more money?"
"It's okay to use your tricks to deceive a three-year-old child. If you use it to deceive me, do you think I will believe it?"
The young disciple stood in front of the door with his hands on his hips and an arrogant air.
"I am really Shen Yunyang's disciple! If you let me go in to see the leader, I can prove it." Lu Jingyuan repeated it again.
"Okay, okay, you are the disciple of the elder, okay, hurry down the mountain and go home. You have everything in your dreams." The young disciple still stood in the middle of the gate, with no intention of moving, and couldn't stop mocking Lu Jingyuan. .
For a moment, Lu Jingyuan had no choice. He clenched his fists, secretly activated the Xuan Gong to gather in front of his waist, and rushed inside while the young disciple wasn't paying attention.
If you see the leader or elder showing off the "Seven Swords of Wudang" moves, then it will be enough to prove your identity.
As soon as he saw it, he was about to rush into the door. Suddenly, an overwhelming force hit his face. He forcefully forced Lu Jingyuan out of the door again.
The young disciple showed an angry face, rolled his eyes at Lu Jingyuan, and said angrily: "Don't force me to take action, you will die ugly."
Testers are of course strictly prohibited from engaging in internal fighting during the test period. But if the disciples of the sect casually beat a few to death, then the sect would be too lazy to hold them accountable.
After receiving this blow just now, Lu Jingyuan has become much more honest. But he still had no intention of leaving. He clamored to see the leader and elders.
The quarrel here attracted a disciple in Tsing Yi, who shouted at the young disciple guarding the door: "What happened?"
The latter immediately put on a smile on his face and said respectfully: "Senior brother, it's nothing serious. It's just a reckless boy who is causing trouble here. I will make him disappear immediately."
The disciple in Tsing Yi rolled his eyes at him and said, "Don't go too far. Today is the first day of the entrance test. All the elders will be present, and even the master will come in person. If you make the matter bigger, I won't be able to protect you. .”
The young disciple seemed to be in awe of the Tsing Yi disciple, he kept nodding and bowing, saying yes again and again.
After the Tsing Yi disciple left, I saw the young disciple guarding the door turning back. The smile on his face disappeared instantly, replaced by an angry look, saying: "You made me embarrassed in front of Senior Brother Zuo Xuan, damn it!"
These words were clearly directed at Lu Jingyuan.
The next moment, he gathered energy in his left hand, and a whirlpool of spiritual energy appeared in his hand, and then hit Lu Jingyuan's door directly.
This time, it came so quickly. Lu Jingyuan did not expect that the young disciple in front of him would take action as soon as he asked, and he was completely unprepared for the moment.
Seeing the attack coming, the sound of rustling wind hit us like a hurricane.
In a hurry, Lu Jingyuan didn't have time to think about it, crossed his hands in front of his chest, pointed his halberd towards the sky, and violently raised his whole body's strength. Suddenly, a circular air shield appeared three feet in front of him, with a radius of more than one foot.
This is the defensive technique used by Xiao Huang before. Lu Jingyuan knew everything from one skill to another. In desperation, he used Xiao Huang's technique.
"Rumble--"
A thunder-like sound echoed throughout the valley, and the billowing smoke caused by the collision of techniques hovered above everyone's heads and lingered for a long time.
When the smoke dissipated, Lu Jingyuan's figure was revealed. He only took a step back and still stood firmly. The stone steps he was standing on suddenly revealed a deep footprint, which was sunken inward by more than three inches.
On the other hand, the young disciple took three steps back before he could steady himself.
Anger appeared on the young disciple's face again, but this time the anger was mixed with a hint of surprise.
He couldn't believe that the young man in front of him could still stand after being slapped by him.
Although there are some experts from some wealthy families, compared with the disciples of the sect, the difference in strength is not even a tiny bit, and they cannot be compared at all.
Moreover, according to the sect's regulations, elders and guardians are strictly prohibited from recruiting disciples privately. This is also a way to ensure that our skills are not spread to others. In other words, all sect disciples are recorded.
But the young man in front of him, who was only eighteen years old, actually had a level of cultivation no less than his. Why didn't this scare him?
Dissatisfaction appeared on the face of the young disciple.
There was even more anger after shame rushing into my heart. No matter how bad he is, he is still one of the top ranked disciples. Now, in public, losing to a little-known boy, I suddenly feel that my face has been damaged.
"Boy, you succeeded in irritating me! Don't even think about leaving today, be prepared to peel off the skin and dig out the heart!"
As the young disciple spoke, he gathered energy with his halberd fingers, and a surging breath instantly covered the entire sky above his head.
When everyone in the queue saw this situation, their faces turned pale with fright, and they all retreated far away before stopping. They were afraid that if someone accidentally suffered a disaster, who could they talk to for explanation?
There was something going on here, and some disciples from the sect had already gone to report it to the elders.
Lu Jingyuan saw all this in his eyes. Feeling the opponent's momentum rising step by step, he couldn't help but frown slightly, showing a very solemn look.
The opponent's momentum has surpassed his own. Facing such an opponent, Lu Jingyuan can be said to have no chance of winning.
"Rangniu Jue!"
As the young disciple spoke, he pushed his hands forward, and a whirlwind of energy hit Lu Jingyuan like an overwhelming mountain.
At the same time, Lu Jingyuan's offensive was completed, and a huge purple sword appeared in the sky, slashing towards the young disciple.
"Yin Yang Magic Sword!"
In an instant, the two forces collided, causing violent explosions and loud rumbling sounds.
The explosion produced thick plumes of smoke, which gradually dispersed after being blown by the mountain wind.
Lu Jingyuan was pushed back three more steps before he stabilized his body. Every step left a three-inch deep footprint on the stone steps. This shows the depth of his inner strength. The young disciple took three and a half steps back and stopped in time.
This time, neither party got any advantage.
However, having said that, Lu Jingyuan was standing on the steps, diagonally downwards, which was different from the terrain where the Tsing Yi disciple was standing.
Who is strong or weak in this game can be seen by anyone with a discerning eye.
Anger ignited the whole face of the young disciple like a spark igniting the prairie fire. He lost again and again in front of everyone, and he still lost to an unknown person.
The young disciple, who had always had a high ambition, was filled with rage. He secretly swore in his heart that he would fight the young man in front of him until death.
