The thick clouds on the top of the mountain dissipate, the clear mist shakes, turning into strong winds, cleaning the heavens.

A beautiful figure floating like a fairy and sassy sword hanging in front of the black boat.

Alcoholism is not good.

It's not right to curse people.

But this is the stunning appearance of the sword-holder of Zong Zhishan!

The disciples at the foot of the mountain, the coaches and the elders on the side of the mountain, breathed a sigh of relief and finally regained their face.

Even Huangfu Qun, the gloomy and heavy old face opposite, stretched a little.

After Ling Zhouyue entered the sect, these scenes were not common.

Only then did he realize that five hundred years ago, Ling Zhouyue might not be a detailed work of Dao Meng'an's insertion into the sect, but it might be that Xinxiang's sect was really.

But then I thought about it, this woman cheated money and bought wine in Jingku, and spread secrets inside the gate in various imperial capitals, Dongfu City and even Chaos City...

Could she be just a free and neutral faction?

Is this kind of person really there in the Dharma-Ending Age?

Or is she hiding more secrets?

Huangfu Qun was puzzled.

At the foot of the mountain, on the welcome platform.

The two old coaches who presided over the Chengjian Conference also breathed a sigh of relief, straightened their backs, and gave up their plans to go to the top of the mountain to welcome guests.

Through the scattered clouds, Xiao Ran looked up at his master's graceful figure as a sword. He never expected that in the end, the master would bear the burden of the lively atmosphere of spring frogs and autumn cicadas.

He thought to himself that the master is silly, but at the critical moment, he still has strength and domineeringness.

Beside you.

Chu Yan's eyes were filled with stars, with the rippling waves of admiration. Her left hand excitedly grabbed Xiao Ran's arm, and her fingertips pierced his blue shirt and pierced into her flesh.

Bang!

Xiao Ran slapped her on the back of the forehead.

It doesn't hurt, but it wakes up.

What makes you happy is someone else, don’t leave medals on me!

"Ah, I'm sorry."

Chuyan quickly let go of her hand and turned to pinch her right arm with her left hand.

In Xiao Ran's opinion, this is a manifestation of incontinence. He has seen it in the pick-up group of some young and handsome guys in his previous life.

In the air.

The violent scattered clouds caused by the tide slammed the black boat ten feet away, sweeping the sails and swaying the boat body, creating a swaying feeling of wind and rain.

Blackstone and Lao Judgment made the soles of his feet floating instantly, and he was about to fall down, and he could barely stabilize his forced transportation.

Li Wuxie drooped his eyelids and remained motionless, and even took out a cup of black sand teapot from his arms.

When he sees women, he will take out the black sand teapot, otherwise his waist will be hurt.

An old problem.

Instinctively lifting the cover and looking at it? Are there less wolfberry? I couldn't help but frown, and I felt like I wanted the Chengjian Conference to end soon? Let's go back and add some empty feeling of wolfberry.

Then he looked up at Ling Zhouyue? What a bad guy, he is unfair to the customs!

He didn't dare to look closely, but he just glanced lightly and said for a long time:

"Ling Zhouyue? You've become stronger."

Is there a way in my words like a senior in the academy? I feel like I am stamped and certified by Ling Zhouyue. No matter how weak my body is, I must maintain the dignity of the Dao Alliance when speaking.

Ling Zhouyue shook her head and took a sip of wine.

"You are weak."

She knew nothing about Li Wuxie's encounter, but the genius of the academy had fallen to this point? Even she couldn't help but sigh.

Being pressured by Bo Yunzi? Li Wuxie was unhappy and slashed out with a sword.

Li Wuxie was called weak by Ling Zhouyue, and he was powerless to refute. He had to take a big sip of wolfberry secretly and chew it and soak it in his waist. Then he felt a little tougher.

"In extraordinary times, there is no need to say more gossip? Let's start inheriting the sword."

Ling Zhouyue curled her lips and proudly pinched her waist? She showed the devil's figure.

"What's the hurry? Don't you look at my apprentice first?"

Li Wuxie drooped his eyes? As a sword priest? Since he was airborne on the top of the mountain, how could he decline his identity and go to see the subject in advance?

What's more, this sword-bearer is also a killer of the Dao Alliance falcon hunting falcon!

"As a sword cutter, the only possibility that the sword-bearing person cannot see is that the sword-bearing person fails to step onto the sword tomb and has no chance of ancient sword."

It's worthy of being you, just hold on.

Ling Zhouyue smiled.

"Don't get me wrong. I asked you to see him. I just wanted you to prepare in advance so that you wouldn't be too surprised and your body wouldn't be able to stand it."

Li Wuxie drooped his panda's eyes and said indifferently:

"How can a new disciple do something that even the master cannot do?"

Ling Zhouyue smiled but said nothing, raised her head and drank, then threw her sleeves away, and returned to the elder's mat on the mountainside to prepare for the show.

...

The Chengjian Conference began immediately.

The two Nascent Souls coached each to take out a round ink sword stone to test the physical and mental state of the sword bearer, whether it is suitable for the sword bearer, and whether there is any danger.

Xiao Ran and Chu Yan pressed their handprints on the Mo Jian Stone one after another.

The status display of the sharpening stone.

Chu Yan's handprints are slightly red in color and smooth in texture, which means that she is in a perfect peak state in both physical and psychological states, and even has a sense of excitement with blood gushing, which is very suitable for inheriting the sword.

Xiao Ran thought to himself, you have kept medals on me, how can you not be excited?

However, Xiao Ran's handprints are dark in color, entangled in texture, and accumulated in depression, which shows that he is very bad in both physical and psychological conditions and is completely unsuitable for attending the Chengjian Conference.

This is also impossible, cheating is costly.

If the master gave him a blood pill, it might also cost him his life.

Master made a small cheat for him and emptied his body.

At this moment, seeing the two coaches looking embarrassed, Xiao Ran squeezed out a clear smile.

"It's okay, I have an apprentice leading the way."

“…”

Chuyan was speechless.

He actually said what he said in his heart!

Even my mind is not clear!

Was you that tired last night?

Or is the master too moist?

After Xiao Ran said this, the two coaches could not refute it. The elders seemed to have no objection and could only start the ceremony.

Immediately, the two began to introduce the guests and read out the oath of the Taoist alliance.

Xiao Ran sounds like the oath of the Night Watcher, killing the underworld, protecting the alliance, etc.

It sounds quite passionate, but he thought too much and couldn't get excited at all.

Finally, the two announced-

The Chengjian Conference begins!

Then, Xiao Ran and Chu Yan stepped into Jianzhong Mountain, shrouded in clouds and mist.

It tastes quite like a hero cutting his arms, the wind is whistling and the water is cold.

Enter the clouds and mist and reach the foot of the mountain.

The two looked up and saw an endless vertical cliff in front of them, extending to the depths of the clouds.

This is the first level of the road to inheriting the sword—

Cliff layer.

Steep, cold, smooth.

Occasionally, I saw some scattered stone depressions, caves, and dead grass, but they were also very sparse.
To be continued...