Tianling Continent, Dachen Empire.

The Dachen Empire is located in the southwest of the Tianling Continent, with a vast territory and a population of hundreds of millions. In the south of the Dachen Empire, there is a small mountain range that runs north and south. About three hundred years ago, a martial arts sect called the "Sword Forging" emerged in this mountain range.

This mountain range is called the Sword Cast Mountain Range.

Although after three hundred years of development, Zhujianzhan is only the lowest eighth-grade sect in the entire Tianling Continent, it is still a "martial arts holy land" that everyone yearns for within a thousand miles of area around Zhujianzhan Mountain.

Qingfeng Town, a small town to the west of Zhujian Mountains.

In autumn, the weather is high and the air is cool.

In the afternoon, on the back mountain of Qingfeng Town, twenty or thirty teenagers lined up, squatting slightly, wrapped their hands in front of their chests, palms facing inward, and fingers facing each other, and were practicing a martial arts stance. A tall middle-aged man with a beard of about forty or fifty years was supervising the practice of these teenagers in front of him.

"The Body-Forging Trick is a martial art that has been circulated from the Sword Forging Sect. Although it is the lowest level, it is also the most basic skill that is suitable for everyone to practice!"

"Body-forging piles are the introductory pile method of "Body-forging Practice". It is the best way to temper the body and nourish the strength!"

"You are all the best among my young men in Qingfeng Town. You have been practicing the 'body stake' for two or three years, and you have at least entered the second level of body quenching. However, this is far from enough!"

"Seven days later, the sword-making sect selects the outer disciples. During this period, you must train yourself unremittingly, accumulate strength, and stand out, so that you can be attracted by the sword-making sect. Only by becoming the outer disciples of the sword-making sect can you obtain a higher level of cultivation, cross the tenth level of body tempering, enter the realm of Qi refining, become the inner disciples of the sword-making sect, stand out, and shine the ancestors!"

The middle-aged man was walking beside these standing teenagers, shouting in a deep voice.

These boys standing in stances were already sweating faintly on their foreheads, but they gritted their teeth and their bodies were like wooden stakes, motionless.

"Light the clan and glorify the ancestors!"

"Step ahead!"

In the last row of these teenagers, a boy about fourteen or fifteen years old, silently recited these words in his heart, and there was a hint of firmness in his eyes.

"Uncle Lin Hai is right!"

"Only by becoming an outer disciple of the Sword Forging Sect can we embark on the path of martial arts cultivation, have strong strength, shine the clan and lead the ancestors!"

The boy kept encouraging himself in his heart.

"I, Ye Ming, is just a little beggar in Qingfeng Town. I grew up eating a hundred families and wearing a hundred families. I was born in a poor family and had a low status. I have no parents and elders to rely on, and no brothers and sisters to help me. I can't compare with those children of big families. If I don't work hard, how can I make a name for myself? This time, the selection of disciples of the Sword Crown Sect must be successful!" the young man said in his heart.

This young man is named Ye Ming.

Ye Ming was not from Qingfeng Town, but a little beggar. Seven or eight years ago, Ye Ming wandered to Qingfeng Town and was taken in by Qingfeng Town. He lived in a dilapidated temple outside the city, and was supported by kind-hearted people in the town to help him grow up. Even Uncle Lin Hai from Qingfeng Town treated him equally, allowing Ye Ming to practice the basic exercises "Body Forging" with the young people in Qingfeng Town, to work hard and consolidate his foundation, and have the opportunity to participate in the selection of outer disciples of the Sword Forging Sect.

Although the people in Qingfeng Town treat Ye Ming well, they still cannot change the fact that Ye Ming was born in poverty and had a humble status!

Ye Ming is unwilling to be ordinary.

Being ahead is Ye Ming’s only goal!

This selection of disciples from the outer sect of the Sword-Casting Sect is a rare opportunity for Ye Ming. It cannot be failed!

Thinking of these in his heart, Ye Ming couldn't help but look forward.

In the front row of these teenagers, a girl's back was imprinted into Ye Ming's eyes. The girl was about fourteen or fifteen years old, about the same age as Ye Ming. Looking at the graceful back, Ye Ming was a little lost.

"Lin Qingxue..."

The girl's name is Lin Qingxue. She is the legitimate daughter of the Lin family, a wealthy family in Qingfeng Town. Although she is young, she is already pretty and charming. With a gentle temperament, she is very likable. Ye Ming still clearly remembers that when he first arrived in Qingfeng Town, the kind and young Lin Qingxue often steals things to help him. At that time, Yiren's beautiful figure was deeply imprinted in Ye Ming's heart and cannot be removed.

As he grew up, Ye Ming developed a little bit of love for Lin Qingxue.

but--

Ye Ming knew that with his status, he was not worthy of Lin Qingxue at all. But even so, as long as Lin Qingxue appeared, Ye Ming couldn't help but peek at her. It seemed that it was enough to be able to see Lin Qingxue all the time.

"Hu..." Taking a deep breath, Ye Ming closed his eyes.

"This humble feeling for Qingxue is buried in my heart! If I can't stand out, don't even think about Qingxue!" The next moment, Ye Ming's eyes suddenly opened, his eyes full of determination.

Reality is cruel.

Not only Ye Ming's status, it is not only apart from Lin Qingxue's status.

Ye Ming also knew that Lin Qingxue had a very high talent in cultivation. She had already had the third level of body tempering at a young age, and was one level higher than other young people in Qingfeng Town. This time, there were two places in Qingfeng Town for selection of disciples from the outer sect of the Sword Forging Sect, and Lin Qingxue would definitely be able to occupy one of them.

At that time, if Ye Ming cannot pass the assessment and becomes a disciple of the outer sect of the Sword Crown Sect, it will be difficult for him to see Lin Qingxue in the future. His feelings for Lin Qingxue will inevitably be buried in his heart forever, becoming a regret that Ye Ming cannot make up for in his life!

"effort!"

Gripping his teeth, Ye Ming's legs and feet were sore and numb, but his body remained motionless.

"This time, Zhujianmen will collect outer disciples. Qingfeng Town has only two quotas. Qingxue occupies one, so there is only one quota left!"

"My qualifications are not good. Now they are just the second level of body tempering cultivation. Among the young men in Qingfeng Town, there are no less than five of them. Moreover, they are all born in a big family, and they have exquisite food every day, and they can even soak their bodies with medicinal materials to improve their bodies. The foundation is much thicker than mine. There are a few that are not far from the third level of body tempering. If I don't work hard, how can I catch up and fight for the only place?"

If you have a weak foundation, you need to make up for it with sweat!

Although he was temporarily behind, Ye Ming would never give up until the last moment!

Time goes by slowly.

I don’t know when Uncle Lin Hai had left. It was only seven days before the selection of the Sword-Casting Sect. Now these teenagers no longer need his supervision.

The sun gradually sets westward, and the boys on the hill were unable to hold on one after another, and they all fell down one after another. After a few breaths, they shook their heads helplessly, walked down the mountain step by step, and went home to rest. In the blink of an eye, at dusk, there were only five or six boys left on the hill.

Among them are Ye Ming and Lin Qingxue in front of him.

"Try more hard and walk back to the town. There are some dried steamed buns in the dilapidated temple. Then boil a pot of hot water and you can have a good meal. Have a good rest for one night and you have to continue practicing tomorrow!" Ye Ming gritted his teeth, limped, and walked carefully towards Qingfeng Town at the foot of the mountain.

As soon as he reached the hillside, Ye Ming was already panting, and beads of sweat dripped from his forehead. The cool breeze at night blew on his body, causing Ye Ming to shivere.

call out!

In the night sky, a light that was not dazzling passed by.

"Huh, meteor?"

Just as Ye Ming looked up and captured the light that was faint and faint.

"Meteor, meteor, bless me this time, I must pass the assessment of the Sword Forging Gate!"

Although Ye Ming is not a person who believes in destiny, the meteor passed by at this moment. Ye Ming, who was extremely tired, couldn't help but stop, stared at the meteor in the sky with his eyes, and made a secret wish.

"No, why is this meteor blood red?"

Just after making a wish, Ye Ming was stunned.
Chapter completed!