The woman who stepped on the green sword immediately attracted everyone's attention.

He has a beautiful appearance and extraordinary temperament. He can see wisps of stars in his eyes.

What is even more amazing is that she is actually flying with a long sword at this moment, which is even more amazing.

Flying is an extremely difficult thing to do. Even the so-called immortals need magic weapons. Such magic weapons are quite rare. The woman in front of her actually possessed them, which naturally attracted everyone to speculate on their identity for a moment.

Even Yang Fanhai was attracted by the moment when the woman appeared and was stunned for a moment.

"Chen Yuwei!" In front of the fork in the road, a disciple of Lanyan Cuiwei frowned slightly, and suddenly remembered something and said loudly: "Are you the newly acquired disciple of Taoist Ling Wei of Hehua Mountain?"

Lotus Mountain is also a mountain gate in the world of cultivation. The head of the sect is Taoist Ling Wei. He accepted a disciple some time ago, which attracted the attention of many practitioners.

What I pay attention to is not the disciple's talent, but just as soon as he got to the disciple, Taoist Ling Wei gave her his sword Ling Wei's sword.

It is an extremely famous weapon in the Yanzhou area of ​​practice. It is not only powerful, but also able to fly with swords after refining. It is extremely precious.

But just a newly acquired disciple can get such love, which naturally attracted the speculation of countless practitioners.

Hearing the so-called "Chen Yuwei's disciple on the green sword, Chen Yuwei bowed to him and said loudly: "That's right, I came to pay homage to Master Lingxiao in the name of the master of the family, please inform me."

It seems that it is good to be polite, but there is an indescribable arrogance in his eyes, like a proud little peacock, disdaining others.

But this did not arouse the disgust of Cuiwei's disciples, not only because the other party has an unparalleled appearance and temperament, but also because the other party is a disciple of Taoist Ling Wei. In terms of seniority, he is already at the level of their uncle.

He saluted respectfully: "Please come with me."

"Thank you!"

Although he was arrogant, he knew that since he had arrived at the other person's mountain gate, he could not do anything at will. Chen Yuwei jumped down from the green sword and followed the man towards Cuiwei Mountain.

A big and small episode didn't happen much, but it instantly ignited the flames of the crowd.

No one doesn’t want to learn immortal methods, and no one doesn’t want to fly on the sword. For a moment, they all headed towards the side peak with indescribable excitement, as if they could soon become Cuiwei’s disciple. And the woman named Chen Yuwei became the guiding light for everyone.

Yang Fanhai also moved with the crowd and marched on the path. The clouds and mist were scattered in front of him, and the side peaks appeared and appeared. After following the crowd, he felt like a vast body, and his body was in chaos, and he could not distinguish between all directions.

I couldn't help but feel nervous, and I took a few steps forward. After a long time, I finally passed through the white mist and my eyes suddenly became clear.

The green mountains stand, clouds linger, and the birds cry. Suddenly, there seemed to be a large fog of mist coming to the face, making people calm their body and mind and feel extremely comfortable.

It is worthy of being a blessing in the immortal family... For a moment, everyone was amazed, and even Yang Fanhai thought to himself that it was also a mountain, but this Cuiwei Mountain is more than a little more beautiful than the Panshan Lingshan.

Looking ahead, there is a large open space with a stone platform in the middle, two hundred meters in radius.

There were many people standing on both sides of the stone platform, holding swords or carrying long swords... Interestingly, the people on the left were dressed or wearing golden silk armor, and you could tell at a glance that their identities were not bad.

Although the ones on the right are also powerful, they are obviously from ordinary people.

Yang Fanhai thought for a moment and realized that he had already understood. Judging from the words of the Cuiwei disciples before, the people on the left must be all disciples of the aristocratic family.

Everyone wants to enter Xianshan to learn art, but unfortunately there is only one place. If you fail to compete with your own brothers, you can only come here to fight for it.

"Those who cross the red line can get the qualification to compete for the peripheral disciple!"

A Cuiwei disciple suddenly shouted loudly, his voice like thunder, which made everyone tremble all over.

At this moment, Yang Fanhai noticed that seven or eight meters before the stone platform, there was a red line, which seemed to be inlaid with some kind of red jade, with layers of mysterious light flashing, which was extremely extraordinary.

This jade red thread is probably not simple, Yang Fanhai said in his heart.

“Enter the venue!”

With another loud shout, everyone began to surge forward. Just before reaching the red line, they saw that the crowd was like a stream of water blocked by a stone pillar, and it automatically divided into two strands and flowed to both sides.

These weak and disabled people seem to be influenced by some kind of force and are involuntarily.

There are also people with strong bodies standing in front of the red line, working their best, their faces flushed, as if they were carrying a huge rock, and they moved forward step by step, and after going through a lot of hardships, they finally crossed the red line. In this way, they were qualified to compete for the peripheral disciples.

Not knowing what was going on, Yang Fanhai was slightly nervous and moved forward slowly, and finally arrived before the jade red line.

Before I got closer, I felt a huge force rushing towards me, as if the wind was howling, blowing myself towards both sides.

"Um!"

With a deep shout, Yang Fanhai used his internal strength to circulate his whole body, stomped his feet, and rushed over with all his strength.

He heard a whistle and rushed directly across the red line, arrived at the stone platform, and staggered and almost fell down.

Such actions naturally attracted everyone's attention, and Yang Fanhai himself was also shocked.

He felt that the power was extremely powerful, so he tried his best to fight hard. But when he activated his power to the extreme, he felt that the power suddenly shrank and dissipated very quickly, allowing his strength to be lifted out, and he almost fell down.

This choice method should not be as simple as imagined. Yang Fanhai felt aroused, but he couldn't figure out where he was extraordinary for a moment.

No matter what, in short, I have been qualified to compete for the qualifications of external disciples and have taken one step at a time.

Yang Fanhai looked around and walked towards the side with a stronger aura on the right.

I found a place to stand and waited quietly.

But for a moment, a voice suddenly came from my ears: "The person holding the shield is the second son of the Wu family in Wucheng, and the person wearing orange clothes is the sixth son of the Luo family in Licheng..."

The voice was very small, but Yang Fanhai could hear it clearly. After following the sound, he saw a strong man holding a spear in one hand and a book in the other hand muttering something.

It was this person... Yang Fanhai thought to himself that although he didn't know this person, it was not the first time he saw it.

Before, this guy wanted to walk on Qingyun Road at the forks, but he did not have an invitation letter. In the end, he was taught a lesson by the disciple Ziyan Cuiwei using the mysterious method before he came to this side peak. He couldn't remember the name clearly, but he only vaguely remembered that his surname seemed to be Lin.

This person was not bad either. His voice suddenly stopped and he looked at Yang Fanhai, obviously feeling his gaze.

With a brow moved, as if he had thought of something, he slowly moved over. After reaching Yang Fanhai, he asked softly: "Hey, brother, where did you come from?"

"Panshan!" Yang Fanhai was asked suddenly and couldn't help but say it out.

"Panshan?" The man frowned, then understood something and said, "Oh, did his hometown be destroyed and fled?"

There are no village tribes in the Panshan area, only a large number of refugees who fled from the border area.

Yang Fanhai thought about it, nodded, and said nothing more. Although he was not the kind of refugee he thought of, he was not bad. His hometown was indeed destroyed, and he was considered a fugitive.

"It doesn't matter to refugees. Nowadays, as long as you have real skills, you can do well everywhere!" The man laughed: "My name is Lin Zhenpei, from Shuangmu Town. Just call me Lin Zhen. The word "Pe" was made by my mother back then, making it look like a girl."

"Hello, Brother Lin!" Yang Fanhai nodded. He had no disgust for the man, but instead became a little close.

"Brother, let's discuss something!" Lin Zhenpei said softly: "Look at the guys on the other side are all from families and have extraordinary origins. Especially the guy who uses shields, there are already mysterious techniques in his family's martial arts, and he is very strong..."

After hearing what Lin Zhenpei said, Yang Fanhai looked over and saw a man opposite him wearing golden soft armor and holding a golden shield in his hand. He was tall and extraordinary. Even among these disciples of aristocratic families, he felt like he was standing out in the crowd.

"You have to be careful when you meet this guy later!" Lin Zhenpei continued, flipping through the booklet in his hand, and then said: "The other guys should not underestimate it."

"These are guys who have a slightly worse status in the family, but are not inferior to their brothers at all. They are usually bullying men and women. Now they are losing the opportunity to Qingyunlu, and they are all angry. Once they start fighting, they are afraid they will be punished to death..."

While talking, I flipped through it, and the book was remembered that it was all about the disciples of some aristocratic families in Ji Country.

Yang Fanhai couldn't help but be happy: "You actually remember it!"

Lin Zhenpei nodded: "Of course, my Lin family is well-known in Shuangmu Town... Is it a little bit of information, I will buy it after spending some money."

"Why are you so attentive?" Yang Fanhai was a little curious. This guy was different from others. He started from the road to Qingyun and was like giving everything.

Lin Zhenpei shook his head: "There's no way. When I came out, I told my father that if I didn't break out something, I wouldn't go back. With the opportunity to enter Cuiwei Mountain, even if I can't be a core disciple, I have to be an outside disciple at least, right?"

"Brother, it's not me that we are not bad, but it's a bit difficult to compete with these disciples of aristocratic families."

"Oh? Then what do you mean?" Yang Fanhai asked with interest.

"Do you need to say it?" Lin Zhenpei said softly: "We have to take care of each other later, so don't even get a periphery disciple."

Yang Fanhai smiled, without saying anything, he felt indescribable. He didn't think that those disciples of the aristocratic families were so terrible. At least he would never have no power to fight.

“The entry time is up!”
Chapter completed!