The young disciple's face was full of anger, and he suffered losses under Lu Jingyuan's hands one after another, which made his eyes glow red with excitement. In addition, people on both sides were talking a lot, causing his hands to begin to cramp uncontrollably.
"You forced me to do this, you forced me to do this!"
The young disciple stared at Lu Jingyuan, his eyes turned fiercely, and he murmured to himself.
The next moment, I saw him raising his hands above his head, and a roar of thunder from the Nine Heavens instantly pierced the sky. A blue spiral air bomb suddenly appeared on the palm of his hand, constantly absorbing energy from all directions. The spiral air pill is increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The "crackling" sound of thunder and lightning rang in my ears from time to time, one after another.
When Lu Jingyuan saw this, his expression turned ugly. His intuition told him that the dangerous atmosphere was approaching step by step. With his current low level of cultivation, it is impossible for him to be a match for the regular sect disciple in front of him.
Dignity appeared on his face.
He didn't dare to be careless. In the current situation, no one will help him. Because no family can afford the consequences of offending a sect disciple.
Besides, no one is stupid enough to hit the knife edge by themselves.
The young disciple showed a ferocious expression, and then, the hand that had condensed the Spiral Qi Pill suddenly shot out, pointing directly at Lu Jingyuan.
"No one can save you, go to hell!"
Feeling the approaching attack and the sound of rustling wind filling his ears, Lu Jingyuan did not sit still and wait for death.
Lu Jingyuan forced all his strength into the palm of his hand, and while he was chanting the mantra in his mouth, a huge sword appeared behind him, glowing with brilliant golden light. Suddenly, one sword transformed into seven swords. Each giant sword exudes a majestic and domineering aura.
These seven giant swords are transformed from the sword intent of the "Seven Swords of Wudang". It was Lu Jingyuan who came to this realization when he was forced to live and die.
As the Seven Swords appeared, the people at the top of Wudang who were watching the excitement and did not mind the matter suddenly stopped talking. For a moment, the surroundings were eerily quiet, and even the slight breathing of everyone could be clearly heard.
In everyone's mind, it seems that they can't relax even under the huge boulder weighing ten thousand kilograms.
As soon as the Seven Swords came out, the situation immediately reversed, and the balance of victory tilted towards Lu Jingyuan.
The young disciple turned pale with fright, and an unprecedented sense of oppression hit him. He just stood there in a daze, not knowing how to dodge. He was deeply shocked by the offensive launched by Lu Jingyuan.
"drink!"
Lu Jingyuan shouted loudly, swung out his seven swords, and struck directly at the young disciple. Encountering the young disciple's offensive, two completely different forces detonated in the air, producing streams of green smoke. The power of the Seven Swords remained unabated and continued to attack the young disciple head-on.
At this time, the young disciple was so frightened that his face turned pale. The bystanders just watched silently. They all knew very well about their own cultivation, and no one dared to step forward to show off.
Seeing the young disciple become flesh on the ground, waiting to be stabbed. At this moment, a loud shout came from the mountain gate that opened in front. At that moment, time stopped.
The Seven Swords were about to touch the young disciple's hair, and time suddenly froze.
Everyone was frozen in place as if someone had tapped their acupoints. At this moment, a figure in yellow appeared quietly. I saw that he was only five feet tall, but there was an "Elder" token hanging on his waist. His movements were quite strange, and his whereabouts were unpredictable. One second he was ten meters away, and in the blink of an eye he was in front of him.
He waved out his palm and scattered Lu Jingyuan's offensive. He turned somersaults to the opponent, circled back and forth twice, and said to himself: "This little kid knows "Seven Swords of Wudang", what should I do? , what should we do? I heard that he is Lao Qi’s apprentice, I don’t know whether it is true or not?”
"However, he dared to kill the disciples of the sect before he entered the mountain gate. He deserves to be punished, he deserves to be punished!"
The "Seventh Old Man" this person calls is Shen Yunyang. As he spoke, he pushed a palm toward Lu Jingyuan.
This person is Xia Houqian, the residual shadow sword among the Wudang Seven Swordsmen. He is the sixth eldest and serves as the guardian elder of the Wudang Sword Sect.
The Guardian Academy, as its name suggests, is an institution that protects the safety of the sect. Every year, the sect spends a lot of money to hire many experts from outside and grant them the title of guest minister in case of emergencies. There are even two Supreme Elders who are personally in charge. It can be said that he is a master like Lin. Being able to occupy a seat in the Guardian Academy shows that Xia Houqian's cultivation level is not low.
Xia Houqian's palm force swung out, and it was as if he was carrying an overwhelming force and was pressing down on him. Lu Jingyuan couldn't stand it any longer. He was knocked upside down by this overwhelming force, and he lost his balance and fell to the ground.
Xia Houqian caught up and stretched out his big hand, intending to take the opportunity to kill Lu Jingyuan.
At this critical moment, something strange happened. Lu Jingyuan's chest was filled with golden light, and a token slowly rose up, hanging above his head.
As soon as the token came out, it was like a defensive barrier was erected out of thin air, and Xia Houqian's offensive was instantly blocked. As the two forces collided, explosions occurred one after another, echoing endlessly.
Xia Houqian couldn't help being surprised when he saw Lu Jingyuan's weakened aura suddenly rising. I don't know what happened. When he raised his head and saw the shining golden token, he was even more shocked as if struck by thunder, and he knelt down.
"Congratulations to our great uncle!"
That's right, the owner of the token is none other than Xiahou Qian's great-uncle, Song Boshan, the Supreme Elder of the Wudang Sword Sect.
In the blink of an eye, the token transformed into an old man with white hair and a childlike face. He was dressed in white and had an immortal spirit.
This person is Song Boshan himself.
I saw him scolding Xia Houqian: "This little kid has already demonstrated the Seven Swords of Wudang, why do you still want to kill him? The young one is ignorant, is it possible that even the old one is so confused?"
Hearing these words, Xia Houqian curled his neck and listened silently, looking like a child who had done something wrong. In response to Song Boshan's words of rebuke, he just nodded mechanically and agreed. He didn't dare to refute out loud.
Seeing him like this, Song Boshan scolded him for a while, then felt bored and walked away. At the end, he said: "I flew to the Dharma Realm the day before yesterday, and my Dharma body is still in the cave of Huihuizhen. You can think of something to welcome me back when you have time."
After that, he turned around and turned into a token, flying into Lu Jingyuan's arms.
When Xiahou Qian heard that Song Boshan had surrendered, he couldn't help but have a complicated expression on his face. He sighed secretly in his heart: "Now that Master Song's uncle has been defeated, Wudang Sword Sect has lost a strong man to take charge. If the evildoers from the Second Demon Sect know about this, why don't they take advantage of this moment to do something evil!"
Thinking like this, big beads of sweat hung on my forehead. We can't just sit back and wait for death. We have to inform the head brother first.
Before leaving, I went to see the secrets, gave the young disciple a few words, and left with a hurricane.
Everyone returned to normal. They didn't know what happened just now. They only knew that the moment the strange wind suddenly rose, they were all frozen, like a nightmare, unable to control themselves. As the strange wind went away, they returned to their original appearance, all alive and kicking, like monkeys.
The young disciple changed his arrogant demeanor and pointed at Lu Jingyuan, "You can go in."
Everyone was shocked. Just now they had risked their lives not to stop Lu Jingyuan from entering, but in the blink of an eye, they let him go.
This arrogant and respectful attitude left everyone watching the fun, Monk Erzhang, confused. What happened in the middle?
Lu Jingyuan was also stunned, but he soon came to his senses. The sudden change in the situation before us must be related to the man riding the wind.
He didn't hesitate, raised his legs and crossed the high threshold, and walked in.
"Can I get in without a letter of recommendation?"
"He must have gone through the back door and licked a certain elder's smelly legs in exchange for it."
There were people talking behind him, and their words were quite unpleasant.
Of course, if you have a letter of recommendation, you can enter the test and assessment, but the Wudang Sword Sect only has an upper limit on the number of apprentices it can accept each year. Once the number of people in the quota is reached, there will be no more recruitment. Opening a back door for people without letters of recommendation will undoubtedly directly harm the interests of those who hold letters of recommendation.
Lu Jingyuan didn't care much about this. These people were just clamoring because of their status as a sect family. Without this level of stakes, in terms of qualifications, he may not be as high as him.
Moreover, he still returned to the sect to recognize his ancestors and return to the sect as ordered by his master. In other words, he had passed Shen Yunyang's assessment before, and coming back this time was just a matter of going through the process.
Elder Xiahou Qian just froze time, and everyone's five senses and six senses were stagnant, and they were unaware of what had just happened. I just saw the back of Elder Xia pulling up a hurricane and leaving.
No one knew anything about Lu Jingyuan's identity. They only knew that he was let go through the back door and gave Elder Xia great benefits.
Lu Jingyuan entered the mountain gate and saw Mo Tingxuan standing not far away, so he walked over slowly.
As soon as the two got together, they greeted each other. Mo Tingxuan said: "You are finally here. I was worried that you wouldn't be able to get in?"
Lu Jingyuan chuckled and said: "There were some hiccups in the middle, but it didn't bother me. Which stage of testing will we enter now?"
Hearing this, Mo Tingxuan's face became serious and he said: "Now we have to enter the Taoist Forest. My injuries are not serious, I'm afraid I won't be able to survive."
Lu Jingyuan patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile on his face: "I'm here! Don't worry."
Mo Tingxuan glanced at the other party, the heaviness on his face was slightly relieved, but he was still worried.
Among Mo Tingxuan's ancestors, only his ancestor passed the test, which undoubtedly added a little more worry to his heart. If you had not been seriously injured in the previous battle with the bandit leader, you would have entered the Taoist Forest in full strength and thought you were fine. However, now that he is in the residual health state, it is probably more likely to be a disaster.
Vaguely, the image of his father's disappointment flashed through his mind, and the lines between Mo Tingxuan's eyebrows sunk deeper. Ever since he was sensible, he has always strived for the first place and has never let his parents down. This also gave him high prestige among his peers. Are we going to make such a big mistake here today?
He was unwilling to do so.
He looked at the door in front of him, which was the passage leading to the next level. He hesitated between advancement and retreat.
He began to regret, regretted meddling in the town's business, regretted fighting Xiao Huang, and even regretted helping Lu Jingyuan.
However, it is useless even if he regrets it again. Once something happens, no matter how great you are, you can't change it.
"Are you okay? You're sweating all over." came Lu Jingyuan's voice.
Mo Tingxuan glanced at him resentfully and immediately restrained his unkind expression. Nuonuo responded twice: "It's okay, it's okay."
Lu Jingyuan didn't notice anything, except that his injury had worsened again.
