"Buzz!"
The last sword sound shot straight into the sky, instantly dispersing the mist on the Ten Thousand Years Peak of the Holy Land of Sword Dao.
Such strange noises from heaven and earth also attracted the attention of other holy land leaders.
"The sound of the sword is soaring into the sky. Could it be that the successor of the fairy sword has been born?"
Canglan Holy Land.
A woman who looked like a young woman suddenly opened her eyes, looking at the sword intent filled with endless domineering power, and seemed to understand something.
"Saint Jiang Hanyi is told to go to the Holy Land of Sword Dao immediately and be sure to find the person who caused the vision."
A woman in a white dress came over immediately.
"Disciple Jiang Hanyi takes the order."
This woman has an exquisite figure, and an aura of classical charm blows towards her face. Even if her face is covered, it is not difficult to guess from her smart eyes that she is a woman of great beauty.
Holy land of martial arts.
The headmaster, who had been in seclusion for a long time, had a cold look on his face when he saw the vision of heaven and earth.
"The Successor of Fairy Sword can be considered the beginning. My plan can finally be implemented."
"It is said that the Holy Son Ye Yuntian will immediately go to the Holy Land of Sword Dao and seize the Qinglian Fairy Sword."
The holy land of swordsmanship.
Tang Ming, who had triggered the Nine Stars, also felt the presence of Qinglian Sword.
Looking at the three sword towers in the Jianfeng Mountains, a smile flashed across his face, "It turns out that the sword body is hidden in the sword tower. No wonder there is no way to detect it."
Above the Holy Land, an old voice suddenly sounded.
"Tang Ming, come to Qingyun Main Peak."
Mu Qingyun came over immediately and said: "Follow me, the three masters want to see you."
Hearing this, Tang Ming's breathing gradually became heavier.
Next, he just hoped that these people would not discover the secrets about him.
Zhili saw his concerns, and then comforted him: "Don't worry, the Immortal Sword is a relic of the Immortal Emperor, but these bumpkin's who have never seen the world can't detect it,"
With these words, Tang Ming felt a lot more at ease, but he still came to the temple with uneasiness in his heart.
"Holy Son Mu Qingyun, please see the Master."
"come in."
Along with an old voice sounded.
The thick stone door began to slowly open, revealing a passage with no end in sight.
Stepping into the hall with slow steps, Tang Ming was immediately probed by several lines of sight. They were like eagle eyes, as if they wanted to see the inside and outside thoroughly.
After a while, the pressure on my body slowly disappeared.
When Tang Ming looked up, the three sect leaders had already looked away.
Tang Ming, who was so nervous that his palms were sweating, asked cautiously: "Senior Zhili, have these masters noticed the fairy sword on my body?"
Senior Zhili said with a bit of disdain: "They are all paper tigers. The strongest ones are only at the peak of Huanxuan Peak. There is absolutely no way I can see the secrets in you."
"That's good..." Tang Ming also felt relieved.
However, these Huaxuan monks who can dominate the Cangqiong Continent are actually just paper tigers in the eyes of Senior Zhili.
This made Tang Ming very curious about what kind of strength these immortal swordsmen had in the past.
Mu Qingyun beside him looked at Tang Ming who was stunned and immediately gave him a look.
Tang Ming received the signal and immediately bowed obediently.
"Junior Tang Ming has met several heads."
The leader of the Tiandao Master, Wan Chutian, said calmly: "Tang Ming, don't blame us for putting pressure on him. It's just that the heir of the Immortal Sword has not appeared for thousands of years, and we also want to find out the authenticity of his identity."
"To express our sincerity, as long as it is available in the Holy Land of Sword Dao, you can just ask."
Tang Ming was about to speak.
Senior Zhili's voice was already ringing in his ears, "Boy, be careful not to get caught in the frame. Don't forget that our purpose is just to get back the Qinglian sword body."
Tang Ming nodded, then politely declined: "No reward for no merit. I haven't made any military exploits for the sect, how can I compete with my brothers for resources?"
"It won't be too late for the juniors to win the honors and be rewarded."
Such a calm state of mind cannot be compared to even the elders in the sect.
At such a young age, he is not only thoughtful and eloquent, but most importantly, he has a sharp eye, which is thousands of times better than those playboys from monk families.
"Okay, because of your eclectic personality, I have decided to accept you as my chief disciple, are you willing?"
Seeing that the other party was planning to recruit a disciple, Tang Ming also took advantage of the situation.
"Junior Tang Ming, please join the Holy Land of Sword Dao. I am willing to bring troubles to the whole sect and create greater glory."
"From today on, you are the chief disciple of our Chutian sect. As long as I am here, no one dares to touch you."
"Thank you, Master."
"Okay, let's go down. Mu Qingyun will inform you about the subsequent sword tower trial."
Tang Ming nodded, "The disciple will leave first."
Mu Qingyun, who was holding the Qingyun Holy Sword, also said goodbye to several masters and left with Tang Ming.
Watching the two people leaving.
The other two head teachers also expressed their feelings.
"This son has a cunning heart, and I'm afraid he can't be used by the sect. If he takes the immortal sword and leaves, wouldn't he lose both his life and wealth?"
"Otherwise, set a ban on this kid and let him stay in the sect forever!"
Wan Chutian looked at the other party's leaving figure with a hint of teasing on his lips.
"He's just a fledgling junior. He won't be able to make any waves. It won't be too late to put a ban on him after he wins the sword."
There was also a sinister look on the faces of the two headmasters.
"Other holy places are also experiencing spiritual energy depletion. I'm afraid they never imagined that we would use the descendants of the Immortal Sword to offer sacrifices to provide a steady stream of spiritual energy."
"When the spiritual energy of the other six holy places is completely exhausted, we, the Sword Dao Holy Land, will be the only one."
In the main hall, the sinister smiles of several headmasters soon appeared.
If Tang Ming knew the secret of their search for the successor of the Immortal Sword, he would be so angry that he would vomit blood on the spot.
Go back to your place of residence.
At this moment, Tang Rou had changed into clean and tidy clothes, and she looked quite like a lady. Unfortunately, her appearance was quite intriguing.
Living a hard life these days, I'm afraid I'm already starving.
"Brother, there is a lot of food here, come and try it."
The brief warmth put a smile on Tang Ming's face. He had not experienced this kind of peaceful life for some time.
Life has been quite leisurely these days. Except for Mu Qingyun, a cheeky guy who often brings some food, no one disturbs him.
However, it is not difficult to tell from the words of the passing disciples that many forces have come to the mountain peaks of the Holy Land, obviously all coming to seize the inheritance in the sword tower.
"Have you heard? The Saint from Canglan Holy Land has also come to our sect."
"Is it Jiang Hanyi, the most beautiful woman in Canglan?"
"Yes, it's her..."
"..."
Tang Ming also heard the general idea of the noisy sound. The sword tower had started a trial, and other saints would inevitably snatch the fairy sword.
"It seems that the fight for the fairy sword this time may not be that easy."
Looking at Tang Rou sleeping beside him, Tang Ming, as the elder brother, also knew that he had to shoulder the eldest brother's responsibility as a father.
The first ray of sunshine in the morning irradiated the earth, and Tang Ming, who was already ready to go, changed his clothes.
Mu Qingyun, who was standing outside the door, immediately said: "I will lead you to this trial. Remember not to go alone."
After saying that, he took Tang Ming to the sword tower.
At this moment, countless forces are entrenched in the three main mountain peaks.
Even if some of them are no longer qualified, all the people who come here are here to pass the sword tower trial and obtain the inheritance of swordsmanship.
Wanchutian, located in the Tiandao Mountains, floats in mid-air.
The loud voice instantly echoed through the sky.
"Everyone who comes here must be here for the inheritance of swordsmanship, but before entering the sword tower, you still need to explain one thing."
"This sword tower was built by successive heads of the sect and has been passed down to this day. There are countless dead souls of sect disciples and elders in it. If you want to pass the test, you will have to face difficulties. If you don't survive, you will become a lonely ghost in the sword tower."
"If anyone here is afraid of losing his life, it's still too late to turn back now."
"Stop talking nonsense and open the sword tower quickly."
"Since you don't want to listen to my advice, I will activate the sword tower immediately."
With an order.
The restrictions on the three main peaks were immediately opened.
"Sword Tower, open!"
The sword tower that had been sealed for many years began to shake. After the restrictions were opened, the gate came into view instantly.
"Buzz!"
The tens of thousands of swords sealed in the sword tower made a harsh sword sound, and the tower began to shake violently.
The sword tower, which was thousands of feet tall, slowly rose from the ground. When the appearance buried underground was revealed, it looked like an ancient giant sword.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Tang Ming's heart suddenly trembled.
The Qinglian Fairy Sword in his body also responded.
"There must be a sword body inside the sword tower." A fragmentary voice sounded.
Tang Ming also showed excitement, "As long as I obtain the sword body, I will be able to exert the true power of the fairy sword. By then, no one in the world can control my destiny."
"Crunch!"
The old and broken door slowly opened, and the trial of the sword tower officially began.
In an instant, figures from the mountain range poured into it like a tide.
Just when some monks were about to enter the sword tower, a majestic spiritual power spurted out, knocking these people hundreds of meters away.
"What's going on? Why are there still restrictions on the sword tower?"
Wan Chutian, who was located at Tiandao Peak, said calmly, "I forgot to tell you, there are cultivation restrictions in the sword tower, and monks who have exceeded the Yuan-building realm cannot enter it."
Hearing this sentence, many monks were stunned. Who would have expected that these old people in the Holy Land of Sword Dao would still have this skill.
Wan Chutian snorted coldly: "If you are not convinced, you can leave now."
Even if there is no unwillingness in my heart, I can only obey the arrangement and let the opponent have the bigger fist.
Seeing the situation, Mu Qingyun patted the dust on his body and said: "Next, it's our turn to take the stage."
But just when the two decided to leave.
There was a sound from behind.
"We are both Holy Sons, so we might as well go together."
