"You brat, why are you hesitating like a girl?" A voice that was full of hatred and irony came out.
Tang Ming was worried, "I'm away from home and I'm not familiar with the place. If the secret of carrying the fairy sword is exposed, I won't be able to lose ten of my heads."
The common man is not guilty of the crime of harboring a jade. Who can guarantee that this matter will never be known to others.
If exposed, be prepared to make the entire sect an enemy.
"What are you afraid of? What a bullshit kendo holy land. In my eyes, it's nothing but bullshit."
The Holy Land of Swordsmanship, one of the Seven Great Holy Lands, is actually just a fart in the eyes of Senior Zhili. Then this fart is really capable.
"I can detect a sense of familiarity from the sword in the hands of the Holy Son just now. It is obviously a fake imitating the Qinglian Holy Sword. If the inference is correct, the Qinglian sword body is hidden in the Holy Land of Sword Dao."
Then he told me: "You heard me right, join the Holy Land of Sword Dao, and wait until you get the sword back before you make any plans."
"Seniors have said so, so I should have made plans in advance."
However, before leaving, I still asked Tang Rou what she thought.
"As long as it's where my brother wants to go, I don't have any objections."
"That's good. No matter where you go, brother will protect you."
The day of departure is at the first ray of sunshine at dawn.
Mu Qingyun, who had been waiting for a long time, also had a happy smile on his face.
Because he knew that this young man was not a person who was content with the status quo.
Then he stretched out his palm and invited: "From today on, you and I are fellow disciples, and we will support each other on the path of cultivation in the future."
But his eyes would stay on Tang Rou from time to time.
Looking at the palm stretched out by the other party, Tang Ming rolled his eyes, "Where are you looking, kid? I'm warning you not to try to take advantage of my sister."
Seeing that his thoughts were exposed, Mu Qingyun could only apologize with embarrassment, "Brother Tang, it's not too late. Let's head to the Holy Land quickly, otherwise we won't be able to make it in time for the sword tower trial."
Having said that, Mu Qingyun took out a clever wooden boat from his treasure bag. With just a mantra, the originally small wooden boat instantly transformed into a spiritual boat that was tens of meters long.
"Come up." Mu Qingyun signaled.
Several people got on the spirit boat and listened to Mu Qingyun reciting the mantra, and the spirit boat quickly shuttled between the mountain peaks.
Looking at the tiny Huangyun City under his feet, Tang Ming also knew that it was time to say goodbye to the past.
The spirit boat shuttled very fast, and in just half a day, it arrived at the top of a mountain shrouded in clouds and mist.
"We're here." Mu Qingyun said.
Tang Ming stood up and came to the bow of the ship. Looking at the clouds and mist in the distance, he saw three mountain peaks.
Their names are: Qingyun Mountains, Juechen Mountains, and Tiandao Mountains.
In the center of the three main veins is a sword tower. Although its appearance is unremarkable and even a little shabby, you can still feel an ancient and majestic aura.
The Qinglian Fairy Sword in the body also began to move slightly, as if it had received some induction.
A fragmented voice immediately sounded, "As expected, the sword body of the Qinglian Fairy Sword is here, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth here is several times higher than that of the outside world, which is enough for you to improve your cultivation level in a short time."
Tang Ming restrained his inner excitement and responded expressionlessly: "Senior, the mountains here stretch for dozens of miles. Have you ever been able to sense where the sword body is?"
Zhili shook his head slightly, "There are a lot of restrictions here. It is obviously to prevent the sect's treasures from being stolen, not to mention the unique sword in the world. I'm afraid there are only a lot more restrictions."
These words made Tang Ming a little disappointed, but he had already taken this step and could not back down no matter what.
I am bound to get the Green Lotus Holy Sword!
"Don't look around, lest you be called a bumpkin from the countryside." Mu Qingyun rolled his eyes aside.
Then he pointed in the direction not far away and said: "Follow me, go to the sword monument for testing first."
"Test?" Tang Ming asked in confusion.
"Before you want to be recognized by the Immortal Sword, you need to pass the test of the Sword Monument, otherwise you will not be able to become a member of the Holy Land of Sword Dao."
Holy Land Sword Monument.
The disciples gathered here are all outstanding figures from various major families.
Excellent talent is a genius no matter where you are.
The disciples who came to the sword monument test this time all have extremely high swordsmanship talents.
"Anyone who comes for the test can become a disciple of the Holy Land as long as the sword monument emits a sword cry." The elder on the stage explained the rules of the sword monument test.
"The prince's son, Lu Yuan, is here for the test."
After saying that, he placed his palm on the sword tablet.
Soon, under the expectation of everyone, three sword sounds were heard.
"Very good, after three sword sounds, I was awarded the title of inner disciple."
"Prince Yan, Qin Hao requests a test!"
"The young master of the Ye family requested a test..."
As more and more disciples came, the gathering places for sword monuments also began to become more numerous.
Tang Ming also asked curiously: "I want to know, how many times did you let the sword monument ring?"
Mu Qingyun stretched out eight fingers and said: "Eight times. It's a pity that the last ring was delayed and I couldn't respond. If you want to get the approval of the Immortal Sword, you must get Jiuxiao."
This is also the reason why Mu Qingyun, as the Holy Son, can only obtain the imitation Qingyun Holy Sword as a sword.
"It's your turn, let's test whether you have the qualifications to become the heir of the Immortal Sword."
Tang Ming came to the sword monument and took a deep breath.
"I hope it won't ring even once..."
Just when Tang Ming was about to test it, several disciples from the aristocratic families beside him showed sarcastic smiles.
"A country man also came to test?"
"I'm afraid this kid won't be able to trigger even one sword cry."
"Hurry up and pack your things and get out. Don't be embarrassed here."
The constant stream of ridicule in his ears made Tang Ming frown slightly. In this world, there is no dignity without strength. If you want to stop these people's mouths, you need to show stronger talent.
After making up his mind, Tang Ming touched his palm on the sword monument.
In an instant, a crisp sword cry resounded throughout the Holy Land.
"This kid is so lucky. He was able to make the sword cry from the sword monument, but his luck has come to an end."
"Buzz!"
The second sword cry sounded again.
The faces of the princes who were originally nonchalant suddenly became serious, because they could only make the sword stele emit two sword sounds.
"Buzz!"
The third sword cry echoed through the sky.
Even the elders in the stands also paid attention to this young man.
"The talent is pretty good. To be able to have such a talent without the background of a noble family is already beyond ordinary people."
"Buzz!"
The fourth sword cry also followed.
"Four rings?!"
The faces of the leading princes turned completely gloomy. They enjoyed the best resources, but in the end their talents were not as good as that of a poor monk.
Before the shock of these people ended, the fifth sword sound slowly sounded.
"Buzz!"
Hearing this crisp sound, the disciples who could not come to watch opened their mouths.
You must know that for hundreds of years, only those with the qualifications of the Holy Son can trigger the fifth sword cry.
Could it be that another Holy Son is going to be added to the Holy Land of Sword Dao?
"Buzz!"
The sixth sword sound followed.
"It seems that someone is threatening the status of the Holy Son."
"Buzz!"
The seventh tone!
Mu Qingyun, who was watching from a distance, had an excited smile on his face.
Perhaps for him, he finally had an opponent worthy of taking a serious look at.
At this moment, everyone is looking forward to the next sword sound.
Because, they want to see the scene of two peerless heroes appearing in the Holy Land of Swordsmanship.
And the eighth sword cry came as expected.
"Buzz!"
The sound of this sword sound indicates that the seven holy places will no longer check and balance each other. From now on, the swordsmanship holy land will be the only one.
The disciples gathered around the sword monument shouted.
"Two Peerless Saints!"
The loud cheers made the Sword Dao Holy Land extremely lively.
However, the strangeness of the sword monument did not end, as a huge energy gathered in the sky.
Looking at this strange scene in front of them, everyone's expressions began to gradually become shocked.
"what happened?"
"Could it be?!"
The abilities gathered between heaven and earth exploded instantly.
Above the sky in the Holy Land of Sword Dao, the last sword cry resounded.
Jiuxiao! ! !
