Ji Liao flew to the foot of Sword Mountain. As soon as he got close, he heard the sound of swords, which were connected together like cicadas, with a mysterious rhythm, as if they were singing a sweet song to summon them. Coming, looking for the destined person will open them up again after being dusted for a long time.
The monks escaped so fast that they had already left the mortals far behind. At this time, there were only a thousand people near Sword Mountain.
"What sword heart and sword courage, I still don't believe it." At this time, a monk circled the sword mountain, and his spiritual consciousness swept across the sword mountain. When he found that there was no reaction at all, he shouted.
After saying that, he glanced around, and then fell towards a raised boulder on Jianshan Mountain.
The boulder is about ten feet in size, with several sword hilts stuck on it.
The monk's eyes flickered, he randomly selected one and grabbed it with one hand.
Then, he saw a spiritual light on his hand, and a huge force poured out. He shouted loudly and pulled it out violently.
"Buzz..."
Hearing a sweet sword cry, a bright cold light suddenly flashed, and the long sword was pulled out from the boulder.
"Eh? It was pulled out!" When the monk who arrived at Sword Mountain first saw this scene, he immediately exclaimed.
"How is this possible? Isn't it said that seeking a sword at Sword Mountain requires a monk to have the heart and courage of the sword? How could he just choose one at random?"
"Yes, it couldn't be that Tianzhishan is trying to trick us."
Seeing that the man had successfully pulled out the sword, the people in the arena immediately became suspicious of what Head Caitang said about Jian Xin Jian Guang.
Ji Liao frowned slightly. At this time, he had the same idea as other monks, but it didn't make sense. There were tens of thousands of people who came to worship the mountain, and there was no need for Tianzhishan to spread the word in front of them. A lie that can be exposed so easily is not a slap in the face.
The sword was about three feet long, and the blade was icy blue, with spiritual lines like snakes engraved on the surface. As soon as Fang pulled out the sword, a strong cold air immediately overflowed and spread to the surroundings, causing The temperature within a radius of dozens of feet dropped to freezing point.
"Isn't it just a sword? Where do you come from so many words? You are the only one who takes this kind of deceptive trick seriously, hahaha." Seeing the reactions of the people around him, the monk immediately laughed wildly, his words full of ridicule. the taste of.
The expressions of all the monks in the field changed immediately, and they all looked at the monk with unkind expressions.
The monk raised his eyebrows, but he was fearless and said, "What are you looking at? What I said is wrong!"
"Buzz..."
Just as he finished speaking, the long sword in his hand made a sharp sword cry.
Then, the long sword was seen vibrating, shaking violently as if it hated being touched by the monk.
"What's going on!" The face of the monk who was laughing wildly just now changed, and the spiritual power in his body immediately began to circulate. He immediately turned around and grabbed the struggling sword in his hand with all his strength.
The long sword shook more and more violently, and the cold breath turned into circles and ripples, surging wildly.
"Hmph! If you want to get rid of me! Don't even think about it!" the monk shouted with a gloomy face.
There was a stalemate between one person and one sword in the void, and everyone watched this scene with bated breath.
It didn't take long for the long sword in the monk's hand to become silent, the icy blue aura dissipated, and the luster on the surface quickly dimmed.
When the monk saw that the long sword had stopped, a sneer appeared on his face again, "Haha, under the absolute power, no matter how hard you struggle, it will be in vain."
"Boom boom boom!"
At this moment, there was a sudden sound of earth and rock cracking, and then the boulder with the sword originally inserted exploded, and fist-sized rocks rolled up violently, towards the monk's hand. The long sword inside shot quickly.
The shock happened so fast that before the monk could react, the flying rocks had already reached the monk and hit the long sword in his hand with a bang.
When the sound faded away, I saw that the long sword in the monk's hand was already covered with a thick layer of earth and stone, as thick as a thigh, and it completely turned into a stone stick.
"Hahaha, look at your stupidity, you must be stupid."
"Yes, I just felt like he was a villain. If such a person can be recognized by the sword, then anyone in the world can do it."
"Some people always think they are very smart. If it were all that simple, why would they test Tianzhishan for this? You think everyone is as stupid as you."
"It made me laugh so damn hard. I don't know how someone like you can cultivate to this level."
As the saying goes, don't show off if you have money or not, otherwise you will be as flamboyant when you are in glory and ridiculed when you are down.
When the monk drew his sword, he mocked the other monks unscrupulously. Now that the sword in his hand had sealed itself, everyone in turn laughed at him. This retribution came so fast that there was no time to react.
Listening to the ridicule of the people around him, the monk's face turned blue and white. If it weren't for the important event of worshiping the mountain today, he would have found a crack in the ground and crawled in.
He glanced at the unwavering stone stick in his hand, his face darkened, and he threw it away.
There was a hiss, and the stone stick immediately flipped upside down in the void and was inserted back into its original position. Then the stone attached to the sword squirmed and strangely merged with the boulder, returning to its original appearance. .
Ji Liao smiled faintly and withdrew his gaze to look at the sword mountain in front of him. His eyes swept over the swords embedded in the stones, looking for the feeling that had just mobilized the world-destroying thunder in his body.
After the monk just made a fuss, Ji Liao had already determined that the feeling must have come from the Sword Mountain. However, the feeling was too abrupt, and Ji Liao could not find where it came from.
"Boom boom..."
And just when he had this idea in his mind, the wave of fluctuations came out again, and the world-destroying thunder in his body was mobilized again.
Ji Liao's eyes opened suddenly, and a pair of dark eyes quickly scanned the sword mountain.
After entering the Jianshan Mountain, Ji Liao felt that the fluctuation was much stronger, but this time it was still as fleeting as before. It came too fast and left too fast. It was too sudden and could not be caught at all.
"Where is it?" Ji Liao whispered in his heart.
At this time, the mortals behind also caught up and swarmed to the foot of Sword Mountain.
There was no way to go up the Wanzhang Sword Mountain, so those mortals used the protruding rocks to climb up by stepping on the hilts of swords inserted into the Sword Mountain.
The noisy voice sounded again, Ji Liao frowned, and soon he slowly landed at the foot of Jian Mountain, sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, concentrated, and waited for the feeling with all his heart.
Time flies by, from the bright sun to the sun setting in the west, and then from dusk to the moon rising in the sky.
The chirping of insects in the dense forest rang out, intertwined with the roar of swords in the sky.
The bright moonlight fell from the sky and sprinkled on Jian Mountain, reflecting everyone's figure.
"Here! This is my sword!" Suddenly, an exclamation was heard from Sword Mountain. Immediately, a young man of about fourteen or fifteen years old was seen, holding a sword hilt in one hand and pulling it out fiercely. He drew the long sword directly on the sword mountain.
Cang Lang let out a sword cry, and a flash of red light immediately flashed, and the rich spiritual power of fire overflowed instantly, like a huge lantern rising on the sword mountain.
The sword was red all over, and lines of fire circled around the blade and the young man's body, emitting a series of cheerful sword sounds, as if he was happy that he finally found his master.
The young man was a mortal, but he was not affected by the sword's spiritual power of fire. His eyes were full of excitement, and he raised the sword above his head, "Hahaha, I finally found it!"
Half a day has passed now, and no one expected that the first person to find his own sword would be a young mortal boy. For a while, the boy became the focus of everyone.
A rapid sound broke through the air, coming from far and near. In a flash, it landed near the young man, and a middle-aged man with a kind face appeared.
This man has the cultivation level of the early stage of god refining. As soon as Fang landed, he spread his consciousness and swept it over the sword in the young man's hand. Then he nodded with a smile, "High grade Xuan level, not bad, you can enter the inner door."
"Oh, top grade Xuan level."
"He was directly selected into the inner sect. How is this possible?"
Upon hearing the middle-aged man's words, everyone showed surprise and turned to look at the young man holding the red sword with envy.
The appearance of this young man confirmed the words of the head of the Tang Dynasty. The swords of Jianshan did not matter whether they were mortals or monks. As long as you have the heart and courage of the sword and the willpower to pursue the sword, it is possible to reach the sky in one step.
"Look for it, look for it quickly, I must find my own sword."
"Yes, he can enter the inner door, and I can definitely do it too."
Everyone's enthusiasm was aroused, but they lost all sleepiness, roaring and climbing towards Sword Mountain.
