Suiyun Mountains·Square in front of the main hall
The wind was gentle and the sun was shining brightly. The thick white clouds seemed to have been crushed by gods in the sky, dyeing the mountains white. White snow was still floating in the mountains. A piece of snowflake slowly floated into a vast hall, and was covered by waves. The sound of beating drums shook the crowd.
Everyone gathered around the square in front of the main hall. There was a huge stone statue in the middle of the main hall. In front of the main hall, a one-armed woman sat on a high platform. Her gray hair was pulled up and hung over her left shoulder. This person is now The head of Huayun - Yun Zhemei.
Although Yun Zhemei looked majestic, she was not the protagonist that everyone wanted to see today.
"Not bad, Xiao Shengzi. You passed the literary test yesterday. If you pass the martial arts test today, you will be the youngest deacon in Huayun in ancient and modern times. Senior sister is so jealous."
Yun Lingzhi elbowed Yun Musheng, who was about to take the stage, and kept teasing him.
"Quiet!"
While they were laughing, Yun Zhemei's strong and loud voice broke through the noisy crowd.
The disciple in charge of the officiating next to him hurried forward and said loudly:
"Yesterday, Hua Yun's disciple Yun Musheng successfully passed the Deacon Literary Examination. Today, I announce the contents of the martial arts examination: within one stick of incense, if Yun Musheng can use the eighth style of Kuai Xue Sword Technique - Fengliu Yun, and If the power is enough to push the stone statue three steps, it will be considered passed and the martial arts test will officially begin!"
Yun Musheng slowly walked to the center of the examination room and saw a majestic stone statue standing in front of her, about nine feet high and weighing a thousand kilograms.
Most of the people around him only knew a little bit about the power of the eighth style of Kuai Xue Sword Technique, Feng Liu Yun. Although they all knew in their minds that this was a move that few people could learn and it was very powerful, but when they looked at the scene in front of them, It's such a huge thing that it would be impossible to push it forward.
What's more, it is still unknown to what extent Yun Musheng, who is only eighteen years old, has mastered this romantic cloud, or whether he has understood it.
"Archdeacon, tell me, if it were you, could you move this stone statue?" A steward in the deacon hall leaned over and asked Yunfeng who was sitting aside.
Yunfeng snorted and said: "What a joke, do you know that to use this Feng Liuyun, it requires deep internal strength and high precision of control, and its power also increases with the person's strength.
He is as strong as the leader of Broken Branches. If he had used Feng Liuyun during his lifetime, he would have been destroyed by wind and clouds. So you know why he stipulated during his lifetime that all Hua Yun disciples who have mastered Kuai Xue Sword Technique to the eighth form are eligible to enter the Deacon Hall.
Even if I use this move with my strength, it will not be a problem to push this huge stone statue dozens of meters away, not to mention the earth shattering. "
"Then Yun Musheng is bound to win the position of deacon today. Why do you look so calm, chief deacon?" The steward had some confusion on his face.
In fact, Yunfeng had already made a plan in his mind. Don't say whether this boy has learned Feng Liuyun. Even if he is talented and intelligent, he has only just taken shape. If the power of the cyclone is to push such a huge stone statue, a certain thickness is needed. Internal force.
And internal strength is accumulated over many years. No matter how strong his bones are, what will the internal strength of a teenager be like?
Yun Feng smiled, picked up the cup of tea next to him, and took a sip, preparing to witness the happy scene of Yun Musheng's embarrassment.
Yun Musheng was seen pulling out the long sword in his hand, holding the sword in front of his chest with one hand, pressing his crotch down slightly, and concentrating his energy.
For a moment, the strong wind gathered the white snow on the ground and surrounded his body. Several wind blades began to appear around the sword body, spinning rapidly with the cyclone.
Yun Lingzhi noticed something strange, so he whispered to Hua Wenqing beside him: "Wenqing, do you think there is something wrong with this little Shengzi's sword energy today? I remember the wind he made when he fought with us last time was quite strong. .”
Hua Wenqing did not answer. At this moment, her attention was entirely on the young man who was gathering energy in front of her. Although there was confusion in her eyes, she still firmly trusted this junior brother who grew up with her.
"Hahaha, it's ridiculous to push this huge thing with just a little bit of wind." Yunfeng said with relish.
Yun Musheng's eyes were tightly closed, and the energy in his body was crisscrossing, and was being continuously transmitted to the sword body. The wind blades around the sword collided, making a sizzling noise, but the wind force still did not seem to be very strong.
Suddenly, Yun Musheng opened her eyes suddenly, and the long sword on her chest slowly drew a circle in the air. Then she swung it hard, and a hurricane of the same size was swung out, hitting the huge stone statue.
The stone statue was wrapped in the hurricane, but the stone statue only swayed slightly, but did not take a step back.
Seeing this scene, Yunfeng laughed triumphantly and said: "Hahahaha, I have never seen Feng Liuyun with such a small power. If it were your master, the wind blowing from his breath would be more powerful than you."
"How could this be so? The power of Xiao Shengzi's Feng Liuyun wasn't as powerful as this a few days ago." Yun Lingzhi jumped up and down anxiously.
"Don't panic, listen carefully." Yun Qingya on the side patted Yun Lingzhi on the shoulder and said.
The stone statue wrapped in the hurricane in the center of the square began to make a sizzling sound of cutting wind blades. The sound became louder and louder, and gradually became extremely harsh. Everyone present covered their ears.
A "boom" sound was heard, which shocked everyone. The stone statue suddenly exploded, and the traces of being cut by a sharp blade could be clearly seen among the fragments.
Immediately, the wind blades that had just cut the stone statue dispersed and turned into gusts of wind, picking up the scattered fragments of the stone statue and blowing them straight outside the main hall. Everyone was stunned when they saw this scene.
How can this be calculated? When he was asked to push the stone statue, he chopped it into pieces, but the stone statue was indeed three steps away now.
Everyone around was talking to each other, talking about the scene that had just happened. Yun Musheng turned around and bowed to Yun Zhemei with both hands: "Senior Sister, the stone statue has flown dozens of meters away. Can Sheng'er pass this martial arts test? "
Sheng'er knew that his internal strength was not enough to shake the stone statue with the force of the wind, but he came up with such an ingenious method. However, this method required accurately focusing his internal strength on the wind blade to make it strong and sharp enough to cut through it. stone statue.
This requires extremely strong control over one's own internal forces. It seems that Sheng'er's growth in the past two years has reached an astonishing level. Yun Zhemei thought to herself, with a hint of relief in the corners of her eyes.
"Absurd, this Kuai Xue sword move is child's play, don't think you can get through with such clever tricks!" Yun Feng stood up angrily and attacked Yun Musheng aggressively.
Yun Qingya, who was watching from the sidelines, finally couldn't help but retorted:
"The rules only say that if you use Feng Liuyun to blow the stone statue three steps away, it will pass. Yunfeng, I want to ask you, was it Feng Liuyun that Sheng'er just made? Is the stone statue three steps away at this time? What are you calling? what."
Yunfeng was so angry that he blushed and was about to reply when he heard Yun Zhemei say loudly:
"Yun Musheng took the martial arts test today and met the test rules. I declare that he passed the martial arts test. Yun Musheng will be the new deacon of Huayun from now on. I hope you can serve with loyalty and revitalize our Huayun!"
"Congratulations to the deacon, I hope you can serve me faithfully and revive Huayun!" After everyone heard this, they shouted in unison.
"Senior Sister, since I have completed the agreement we made two years ago, the Master's Chidori Sword can now belong to my disciple."
Yun Musheng had no interest in the title of deacon at this time. What he cared about most was to be able to personally inherit the Thousand Birds Sword from his master.
At this moment, Yun Feng stood up suddenly and shouted: "Wait!"
Yun Lingzhi couldn't bear it any longer, ran forward, pointed at Yun Feng's nose and shouted loudly: "Damn old man, what do you want to do again? Why, you want to default on your debt!"
"I, a disciple of Huayun, promise a thousand pieces of gold, and I will definitely do what I say. But young deacon, can you tell me what you said two years ago in front of the coffin of Master Zhezhi, 'When you become an adult, the snow will roll over the cloud peaks.' Do it?"
Yun Feng spoke out Yun Musheng's bold words in front of everyone in a leisurely manner, leaving Yun Lingzhi speechless for a moment.
Yun Musheng also said calmly: "So, Archdeacon, do you want to have a fight with me?"
"As an elder, how can I bully the younger ones? It's just that Master Zhezhi never broke his promise to others during his lifetime. I wonder if the young deacon who wants to succeed Chidori will renege on his promise."
Yunfeng's pearls hit Yun Musheng like spring thunder.
"Okay, today I will accompany you to fight to see if I can inherit the Thousand Birds Sword. Senior Sister, please allow me to have a discussion with the Archdeacon." Yun Musheng turned to Yun Zhemei and said.
Yun Zhemei nodded when she saw that there was no trace of timidity on Yun Musheng's face, and that Yun Feng's words made sense.
The sound of beating drums sounded again, and the onlookers stepped back dozens of steps. But they wanted to catch a glimpse, but they wanted to stick to the two people in front of them to watch the duel between the great deacon and Yun Zhezhi's disciple.
In the middle of the empty square, only Yun Musheng and Yun Feng were left. Whether it was due to their auras, even the falling snowflakes seemed to be flying around them, turning into ice ridges, and the temperature almost dropped to freezing point.
