Chapter 391 (1/2)

Lu Qingshan nodded his thanks to Li Zhao.

As soon as Li Zhao smiled, the whole person turned into smoke and dispersed slowly.

Looking at the mountain road that still couldn't see the end, Lu Qingshan didn't speak, stepped forward and then moved forward.

Not surprisingly, there was another roar in consciousness.

The world is spinning.

Before consciousness is completely blank.

What will the level be like this time?

Lu Qingshan thought.

……

On the top of the mountain.

Li Zhao's figure appeared beside the middle-aged Confucian scholar.

”Your Excellency,” Li Zhao said respectfully to the middle-aged Confucian scholar.

The leader of huangquan prison nodded slightly and looked at Lu Qingshan who was still moving forward step by step on the mountain road. Suddenly he asked, ”do you think he can pass Yan Qingfeng's state of mind?”

”Yes,” Li zhaoduding said.

A look of surprise appeared on the Confucian face, ”so sure?”

Li Zhaogong said, ”although I'm not a real swordsman, I can't evaluate too much.

But his temperament is the same as that of my master.

Therefore, in my heart, he is already the best sword repair. ”

His master is the most romantic in the state of Zhao and the first sword God in the Jianghu.

”You have a noble status. I'm just a reincarnated soul and don't dare to surpass it. But if it's as I said, he can climb to the top of the mountain without other tests.” Li zhaozhengse said

The Lord of the yellow spring prison thought deeply, and a divine light flashed in his eyes, ”then take a look.”

.......……

A black roof made of thatch and mud.

Yan Qingfeng opened his eyes.

He is an ordinary boy in a small village under Qingyun Mountain.

There is a Qingyun gate on Qingyun Mountain, which is a sword sect gate.

Occasionally, you can see the immortal imperial sword turning into streamer and leaving the mountain.

Imperial sword between heaven and earth.

This is a matter of longing and longing for teenagers.

Yan Qingfeng knows he likes swords.

Today is the test day for Qingyun sect to recruit disciples every ten years.

The clouds around Qingyun Mountain in the past have long dispersed.

Yan Qingfeng went up the mountain path step by step.

On the is Qingyun Mountain.

On the open space in front of the huge hall, there are middle-aged people in black, with Fairy Spirit.

In the open space, there were nearly a thousand young children aged no more than 12, including Yan Qingfeng.

To cultivate the truth, we should first attach importance to the spiritual root talent, even the sword sect.

The first step in the introductory examination is to test the spirit root.

One in a hundred has spiritual roots.

One child after another who was full of hope to climb the mountain was disillusioned with his dream of cultivating immortality.

Only a few lucky people can enter the immortal gate.

Unfortunately, Yan Qingfeng is not one of the lucky few.

But he didn't want to give up.

He knelt at the foot of Qingyun gate for three days and nights.

Finally, the six elders of Qingyun sect felt their sincerity and made an exception to accept them into the sect.

The next day, a child without spiritual roots knelt at the foot of Qingyun Mountain.

Yan Qingfeng, who was admitted to Qingyun sect by exception, has a very low status.

Because the spiritual root is not obvious, the progress of cultivation is pitifully slow.

At the beginning of March, he couldn't even attract Reiki into his body.

This makes many people in the door complain about the six elders who accept Yan Qingfeng.

Although the spirit root is not obvious, Yan Qingfeng's talent for Kendo is far beyond ordinary people.

He happened to see the martial arts elder refining Qi in the sect and the disciple's swordsmanship.

Qingyun sword formula.

Only those who have reached more than three levels of Qi refining can practice.

However, he has not reached the level of Qi refining for three years. He is regarded as a great humiliation of Qingyun sect. Naturally, he is not qualified to learn this Qingyun sword formula.

He only saw the first style, Pingsha falling goose.

Itching, he practiced with a wooden branch in private.

Unexpectedly, different from the stupidity when practicing the martial arts, the falling geese in the flat sand, who had just seen it in a hurry, could be extremely skilled at the first time.

Pingsha falling wild goose is just the starting move of Qingyun sword formula. It is very common and its power is not obvious.

Yan Qingfeng only learned this type, so he can only practice again and again.

Practice one move sword style a thousand times a day, ten thousand times. After a period of time, even the most common sword style will no longer be common.

What's more, Yan Qingfeng has an extraordinary talent in kendo.

After March, there will be the big ratio of Qingyun sect.

All the young disciples have to compete with each other and let the sect elders accept the disciples' practice achievements over the years.

Those who perform well will be rewarded.

But this year's sects have more different meanings than before.

Because of a new provision.

The last one will be removed from the status of Qingyun sect disciple.

Everyone knows that this rule is aimed at Yan Qingfeng.

Yan Qingfeng also knows.

He didn't speak. It's no use talking.

Who cares about his opinion?

He was depressed, and the wild geese fell in the sand under the moon.

Only by practicing sword can you relieve your worries.

But that night, he heard a strange call.

After hesitating for a moment, Yan Qingfeng followed the call and found the past.

In the back mountain and pool, among the rocks of different sizes and shapes, there is a black sword obliquely inserted. The whole body is black. The sword body is immersed in the water, leaving only the handle out of the water.

At the moment when he was close to the pool, the gravel shot out, and the black sword rose. The whole body was black, three feet long, and the blade was cold, and a fierce air came to his face.

Like a demon.

But there was a faint black light shining on it and the call from it, as if it was tempting Yan Qingfeng.

Think for a long time.

Yan Qingfeng bit his teeth and grasped the handle of the sword.

When he grasped the handle of the sword, Yan Qingfeng clearly saw the terrible picture contained in the terrible evil spirit.

A bloody ocean, countless corpses floating on it, there are terrible birds crowing.

A long bridge runs across the sea of blood.

He was on this long bridge.

The sight is chilling.

Yan Qingfeng felt a sense of oppression that made it difficult for him to breathe.

He is like a drowning man, struggling with his mission.

Not far in front of Yan Qingfeng, a terrible beast with the appearance of an evil ghost suddenly appeared and rushed at him with a ferocious roar.

He subconsciously displayed the flat sand falling geese that had been rehearsed many times.

A sword pierced the throat of the beast of terror.

Blood splashed out on him.

Then, he recovered his Qingming, and his clothes had already been soaked with sweat.

More strangely, Yan Qingfeng felt sticky all over.

When I looked closely, I found myself covered with blood.

But Yan Qingfeng found that his accomplishments had reached the fifth level of Qi refining.

Looking at the long sword in his hand, Yan Qingfeng knew that it must be the sword that made all this.

But he also knew that the sword was probably a demon.

After all, he saw the strange scene of the sea of blood and corpses with his own eyes.

Thought for a long time.

He remembered the ridicule of his senior brothers, the six elders who were criticized by his senior uncles because of himself, and the new rule of the last elimination system.

He silently picked up his sword and jumped into the pool to wash away the blood.

A few months later.

Qingyun gate Dabi starts.

All Qingyun sect disciples gathered together.

Including the shame of his sect, who only learned the flat sand falling wild goose.

In the first war, Yan Qingfeng's opponent was senior brother Zhang Feng, who liked to ridicule him most.

Cultivation of the sixth floor of refining Qi.

Yan Qingfeng's long sword crosses the gap like an antelope hanging its horn.

Before the crowd reacted, the tip of the sword had reached Zhang Feng's throat.

Everyone was stunned.

Yan Qingfeng only used one sword. The most insignificant Pingsha falling goose defeated Zhang Feng.

Yan Qingfeng passed all the way in the next big match.

Flat sand falling geese.

Flat sand falling geese.

Flat sand falling geese.

With one move, Yan Qingfeng reached the final challenge arena.

In the final, Yan Qingfeng's opponent is senior brother zongmen.

In the past, Yan Qingfeng, who was ridiculed, stood upright with his sword, his expression was free and heroic.

The sword light is three points faster and murderous in the light.

Another move to calm the sand and fall the wild goose. Elder martial brother was defeated by his sword.

Yan Qingfeng became famous in the first World War. All the sarcasm disappeared and endless praise came.

Everyone said that Yan Qingfeng's flat sand falling geese did not fall geese, but green luans in the sky.