The king of idle clouds, the palace of idle clouds, the clouds are blooming, the clouds are rolling and relaxing.
The continuous mountain peaks are extremely steep, like swords stuck upside down on the ground, exuding a sharp and majestic aura.
Between the mountains, there is a vast valley with lush trees, lush flowers and plants, birds and animals can be seen everywhere, waterfalls, mountain streams, rivers and lakes, everything you want. There are many palaces dotted here and there. It seems chaotic, but it contains hidden rules and blooms. The mysterious beauty that is attracted but not revealed, looking down from the void, is really picturesque.
As the three of them approached the Immortal Palace in the core area, an ancient, majestic, vast, and mysterious aura rushed towards their faces, permeating the world. What surprised Yang An even more was that all kinds of sword intentions were actually contained in it, and there were powerful There is weakness, which is changing all the time and is clearly perceptible.
There is no doubt that this is the aura exuded by the sword cultivator.
Light flashed, and the mountain-protecting formation within the core immortal palace opened.
Feng Wuxin took Yang An and Chu Yan to the gate of the manor where the Immortal Palace was located.
Xianyun Hall, with silver hooks and iron paintings, and dancing dragons and phoenixes but with a hint of elegance and elegance, is engraved on a strange stone screen inside the gate of the manor. Not only are the words beautiful, but they also contain extremely high levels of kendo, even if they are Yang Andu was in a state of shock. Even the swordsman aura of Yan Qingyang, the ancient master of the Sword Heart Taoist Da Luo Jin Immortal Realm, may not be able to reach such a state. Of course, Yan Qingyang, who came to the world in Yang An's mind, was just a ray of soul origin. Yang An couldn't feel how strong his true form was. Yan Qingyang, who had re-condensed his true form, could not be compared to his original form after lowering his level by many levels.
"Junior brother, how do you feel?"
Seeing Yang An staring at the words Xianyun Palace, Feng Wuxin asked with a smile.
"Good calligraphy is not just about good calligraphy. It also contains a higher realm of swordsmanship than I imagined." Yang An praised truthfully.
"How high can your imagination be? Of course it is beyond your imagination. These are the three words that Master carved on his sword with his finger when he stepped onto the top of the kendo and transcended the kendo. This is also the beginning of witnessing the glory of Xianyun Palace. ."
Suddenly a voice came from in front of Yang An and the others.
Yang An looked up and found that there was a group of young men with swords gathered inside the palace courtyard. They walked out unhurriedly, as if they were specifically waiting for Yang An.
Among them, the speaker was walking at the front of the crowd, surrounded by everyone, wearing a white Taoist robe, tall and majestic, with a square face, sharp eyebrows and starry eyes.
"Is this Yang An?"
"It doesn't feel very good. Why are Master, Sword Ancestor and others fighting for him? And they promised to open the sword pool!"
"That's right, but just a person in the fairyland, no matter how talented he is, how much stronger can he be? Moreover, I feel that the aura of swordsmanship is far worse than that of Junior Brother Dai. Even Junior Sister Baili and Junior Brother Liu are much better than him. Cut it off..."
A group of young people who arrived started talking in a buzzing manner, without any concern that Yang An was right in front of them. They looked at Yang An unscrupulously, with undisguised hostility and doubt.
The same goes for the aura of exploration.
This made Yang An a little puzzled again.
It's like you have a grudge against them, right?
There is no doubt that all the geniuses are dissatisfied!
He was very dissatisfied with Yang An who was competing for the title of Master, Sword Ancestor and Palace Master, and who promised to start a sword pool trial for him!
Why?
All the geniuses were deeply jealous of Yang An, and naturally they were full of hostility towards Yang An, without any friendship at all. No way, becoming the direct disciple of King Xianyun has already made many Tianjiao who are expected to be promoted to direct disciples unhappy, not to mention getting the promised sword pool trial. You know, King Xianyun only has one quota left for the Sword Pool Trial. Most people don't know, but how can a top genius who hopes to compete in the Sword Pool trial not know? They all still wanted to get it, but in the end, Yang An came out halfway and snatched it away.
Who do they go to for explanation?
It would be strange not to be jealous and resentful of Yang An.
"What, are you all here to greet Junior Brother Yang An?"
Feng Wuxin naturally noticed the hostility of the top geniuses, but he didn't seem to mind at all. Instead, he smiled slightly, looked at everyone, and said a little jokingly.
"I have met Senior Brother Feng. Yes, Senior Brother Feng, we heard that we are all competing for a talented disciple from the secular world. Since the third senior brother has personally stepped out, he will definitely be able to grab our Xianyun Palace, so we came here to welcome him. Is this the genius from the secular world?"
The young man in white who spoke before said again. The look he looked at Yang An was full of contempt and provocation.
The most important thing is that it is impossible for him not to get the news that Yang An broke the record and was successfully recruited by Xianyun Temple, but he pretended not to get the news, and the words he said were very unpleasant. He didn't even mention Yang An's name, which was secular. Jie emphasized twice.
Where is the welcome here?
He was clearly unconvinced and came to provoke!
However, it has to be said that although this young man in white is the youngest among the group of geniuses who have arrived, and the one with the lowest level in the Human Immortal Realm, his aura is extremely powerful, especially the aura of swordsmanship, which is very terrifying. Even if the whole person is in a restrained state, it gives people the feeling of being able to unite with the sword at any time.
Very strong!
There is no doubt that this guy is a top genius, otherwise he wouldn't be surrounded by a group of geniuses. This is indeed the case. This young man is one of the top talents of the younger generation in the Palace of Light, the third-ranked Morning Star!
"Yes, this is Junior Brother Yang An. Junior Brother Yang An, this is Dai Chenxing, Senior Brother Dai, who ranks third among your younger generation."
"Senior Brother Feng, can you leave?"
What Feng Wuxin, Dai Chenxing and others expected was that Yang An didn't even bother Dai Chenxing. Faced with Feng Wuxin's introduction, he said this without even looking at it. With his hands behind his back, he obviously regarded Dai Chenxing as air and completely ignored him.
Although there was a faint smile on that handsome face at this moment, it was extremely arrogant.
Seeing this scene, Chu Yan's hand holding Yang An's arm was so nervous that she exerted a little force and said through the voice: "Young Master, this man is very talented in combat. He is a famous swordsman in the entire Shenwu Star Territory. ."
"In front of your young master, you are a scumbag."
"Um."
Chu Yan said no more. Believe in Yang An's power. After Yang An emphasized it several times, she already knew what to do. Of course, she just thought she knew how to do it. In fact, he still didn't fully understand the meaning of Yang An's words. Piety, faith, and becoming a believer are what Yang An really wants to express.
However, it is normal for Chu Yan not to think about it. After all, she is a strong person in the Earthly Immortal Realm. How can it be a simple thing for someone who is stronger than Yang An to believe in Yang An through conscious thought?
"What a majesty!"
"What kind of quality? When you see your senior brother not bowing obediently, you actually ignore him?"
"The arrogant boy is truly a bumpkin from the secular world!"
"Tsk tsk, you really take yourself seriously, what the hell? In Xianyun Palace, everything is based on strength, and direct disciples are no exception. Besides, isn't your current junior brother a direct disciple? You are really looking for death!"
When a group of disciples saw this scene, they spoke one after another without even thinking, as if they wanted to press Yang An to the ground and rub him immediately.
Hearing everyone's words, Feng Wuxin was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Yang An: "Junior brother, it's not me who started the trouble. They are obviously not convinced, and they are unhappy! If it were me, I wouldn't be able to bear it."
"Are there any rules?" Yang An was stunned when he heard Feng Wuxin's words. This guy is interesting. Does he want to laugh at himself? Not like that. Because Feng Wuxin should know his strength.
"Between brothers, the rule is that the fists speak. As long as no one is killed, there will be no problem."
"Is it okay to be disabled?"
"It's okay. You can recover without dying. It's nothing more than time and resources."
"Is it okay to fight in a group or to fight alone?"
"Single challenge."
"It's boring to fight one on one." Yang An said.
"Hey, junior brother, there are no rules anymore except not to fight in groups and not to beat to death, that's all. Of course, you can also choose to be patient. As long as you don't fight, no one can force you to teach you a lesson. Junior brother, I can't do it instead. Bear it, look, Junior Brother Dai Chenxing blocked the road and provoked you, and the people who brought him pointed at you and scolded you. If you bear it, it will be very embarrassing! It doesn't matter if you are embarrassed, the key is that it will also make me lose face. , No way, after all, you are Senior Brother and I personally recruited you! Moreover, it directly consumes the maximum bottom line that Master allows me to recruit you. So... Junior Brother, you don’t have to endure it, and you don’t have to give face to anyone! I just happened to borrow it. They tell everyone, senior brother, how wise and powerful I am, I dare to directly offer the conditions for the sword pool trial to compete with the Sword Ancestor for people!" Feng Wuxin said.
Not a sound transmission, not a sound transmission, not a sound transmission.
Say important things three times.
what does that mean?
This meant that Feng Wuxin didn't even pay attention to Dai Chenxing, who was ranked third among the top geniuses of the younger generation, and he didn't care at all about how depressed Dai Chenxing would be when he heard what he said.
"Okay, since senior brother said so, I will play with them. However, my level is a bit low after all, and I am afraid that I will kill them by mistake. So, senior brother, please watch me carefully. If you feel something is wrong, save me. They look at it. Well, mainly because of my first battle after my ascension, I am very excited. I have been invincible for too long, and I feel really lonely. My sword has long been thirsty!"
Clang!
Yang An pretended to be a swordsman, and the sword on his back popped out as he spoke, and the clear sound of the sword resounded throughout the world.
At the same time, a fierce and unparalleled sword intent rose into the sky. He held the big sword casually in his hand and pointed it at Dai Chenxing and others: "Didn't you just say that I was seeking death? Come out and let me see how you let me die."
"You want to fight me? Did I hear you correctly? Are you sure you really want to die?" The genius named by Yang An pointed at his nose and looked at Yang An with disdain and said. That way, he definitely didn't think Yang An was his opponent at all.
Some people died, but not completely...
