I am in the realm of cultivating immortals and ascending to the throne of beasts

He first saluted respectfully at Sanqing's feet, and after the salute, he turned around and scanned the crowd majesticly and fiercely.

"Since you have entered my Yueyang Mountain, you should abide by the rules of my Yueyang Mountain. Those who can't learn swordsmanship and figuration within three years, please go down the mountain by yourself! Those who pass the test will be promoted to inner disciples!"

"The disciple respectfully obeys the instruction!" everyone wrote.

"come in!"

After the teaching was given, Lu Yuanshan obviously no longer had a sullen face, and his voice softened a lot.

Yueyang Mountain disciples filed in, although there were not many of them, it could be seen that all of them were inner disciples.

Jiang Xingzhi was also in the crowd, standing beside Jiang Bai.

Seeing Liu Yun frowning, he secretly grimaced.

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On such a serious occasion, he still behaved like this.
Yueyang Mountain can accept him as an inner disciple, which shows that Yueyang Mountain is open to all rivers. There is no discrimination in education!

These inner disciples took out a jade tablet from their pockets, which was exactly the same as the one on the hanging beam.

"New disciples, please use fingers instead of pen, and spirits instead of ink, and engrave your name on the jade plaque!" Lu Yuanshan said.

"Those who do not pass after three years, please bring this jade card down the mountain, and fulfill the fate of master and apprentice!"

"Yes!" All the disciples gathered their spirits on their fingers and wrote them on it.

Yueyang Mountain is surrounded by mountains, strange peaks protrude, peaks overlap, and the wild and soft merge. The mad ones are like dragons entrenched, their fangs and claws go deep into the hinterland, and the soft ones are sleeping soundly like a goddess, slim and beautiful!
Among the strange and dangerous peaks with strange horses and different expressions, a green peak pierces the sky like a sharp sword, and this green peak is where Yueyang Mountain is located.

At the top of the peak, a wooden and stone house with blue tiles and vermilion lacquer extends out. This house is still built according to the situation. The stone cave is a natural combination, which is perfectly combined with wood!

It is called "Wanghai Pavilion"

Outside the pavilion, a tall and slender disciple stood quietly aside, with a sword hanging from his waist, a calm demeanor, and a handsome and gentle face exuding an old-fashioned air that did not belong to his age.

"Master Patriarch, all the new disciples have arrived this year, won't you go to watch the ceremony?"

He hesitated again and again, but he still opened his mouth. The teacher ancestor has been bored in the house for a year, not saying a word, walking alone, and ignoring anyone!
Inside the pavilion, a gray-haired old man stood quietly in front of the stone wall. On the stone wall was embedded a red sword. Under the light, it seemed that there was blood flowing.

The old man just stood there quietly, staring at the sword in front of him, seeming to be thinking and remembering.

"Om~" The blade of the sword vibrated, making loud noises.

The old man stretched out his withered hands, and gently stroked the blade. This was already the fifth time the sword blew!

It has been silent for more than five hundred years, as if in a deep sleep, it lost its brilliance and fell into the dark night!
But it started last year, and it has regained its brilliance, as bright as blood flow...

"Master Ancestor, I heard that this year we also received a Phoenix Spirit!"

He wanted to arouse the interest of the old man in the house.

But these words still couldn't shake the old man, he still stared silently like a sculpture, the sword body gradually settled down, and the sword sound stopped.

The old man turned around to fetch the incense stick, blew it out lightly, and when he was about to insert it into the incense burner, the sword clattered again, and the sword body shook violently!
Even the entire stone wall and altar were shaking.

"Teacher Patriarch, are you alright?" The disciple outside the door dared not go in, but the sound of the sword's cry and the cracking of the stone wall made him startled and worried.

The old man remained silent, as usual, he stretched out his withered hands to comfort the sword.

But at the moment when the fingertips touched the blade.

The sword light suddenly lit up, and the red light suddenly filled the whole room, as if sending out a warning!
Intense radiance shot out from the window lattice, as if a second sun had appeared on the top of the mountain!
"Master Ancestor!!" The disciple was burning with anxiety, and was about to rush into the house regardless.

Suddenly, a red sword light broke through the door, and the wooden door shattered like rice paper.

The sword light was like a fiery red shooting star passing across the sky, leaving a dazzling arc and disappearing into the vast sea of ​​clouds.

The old man stepped out quickly, blood was dripping from his fingertips, and there were bloodstains on his face, but he didn't care about it.

Flick the sleeves and summon the sword, Yujian chases after him!

"Grandfather, wait for me!" Although the disciple was very anxious, he was not in a hurry, and the saber came out in response to the call, and rushed to catch up.

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Inside the Hesong Tower, Liu Yun condensed a small strand of spiritual energy on his fingertips, and carved his name on the jade plaque.

She has learned both Yujian and figurative, so this jade tablet is destined to be hung here forever, so it is natural to write neatly, beautifully, and chicly!

Jade and dust fell under her fingertips, and she had just drawn the last stroke of the word "leaf".

Suddenly, I heard the sound of buzzing and swords coming from the mountains, rivers and deep streams!

The sound is not loud, but the air current shakes the mountains.

The cranes in front of the gate are flying in fear, but they are still leisurely and comfortable knowing the sound of the bell ringing just now!
Birds and beasts in the forest scattered and flew in shock, everyone stopped their movements one after another, fearing as if they were facing an enemy.

The head of the sect, Lu Yuanshan, did not dare to be careless, he stood in front of the gate and waited vigilantly between the mountains.

Yueyang Mountain has established a sect for more than [-] years, and there has never been such a vision!

Suddenly, the red sword light pierced through the clouds and mist at a speed as fast as lightning in the night sky, arriving in an instant.

"Not good!" Lu Yuanshan was shocked, and he summoned his sword to block.

He shot extremely fast, but he was still a step too slow.

The red sword light pierced his sleeve and went straight into the hall.

The sword light was dazzling, and all the disciples closed their eyes tightly in shock, and took out their swords one after another to protect themselves.

Liu Yun was no exception, he closed his eyes tightly, rushed out arrogantly, and blocked with a cross.

half a day...
There was no wailing or bloodshed, which didn't make sense.

With the power of this sword, if there is a massacre, no one in the house will be spared, including Lu Yuanshan!

The sound of the sword's cry was as weak as a cicada, and the sword's light gradually softened from its dazzling momentum.

Everyone slowly raised their heads, the sword light that could blind their eyes is now the light of a firefly candle.

The sharp sword hangs in the house, stopping in front of one person!
It was Ye Liuyun!
Liu Yun also put down the weapon in her hand, facing the tip of the sword in front of her, she was puzzled.

If she wanted to kill, she would have no strength to fight back. If she didn't kill, why would the point of the sword be between her eyebrows?
Everyone's heart was suspended, and so was Jiang Bai.

Autumn waters pass through all living beings, guarding behind her.

But in the next second, the sword body vibrated again, and it flew up and down around the flowing clouds, as if cheering, as if reunited after a long absence!
A moment later, the sharp sword was placed horizontally, quietly hanging in front of Liu Yun.

Two figures broke through the sea of ​​clouds and arrived in an instant. They were the old man and the disciple.

"Disciple pays homage to Master Patriarch!" Lu Yuanshan bowed his hands in worship.

The old man waved his hand to stop, expressing silence!

The sword body vibrated again, as if yearning, but also as if impatient!
The old man's cloudy eyes swept across the flowing clouds, doubts and astonishment flashed past, replaced by silence.

A stillness like stagnant water.

Lu Yuanshan stretched out his hand, he wanted to take the sword.

Suddenly, the blade of the sword burst into light again, it was resisting, resisting, and even warning!

The old man saw all of this.

He seemed to understand something, and those eyes that were as silent as stagnant water glowed with life.

It is hope, expectation and affirmation.

Liu Yun couldn't understand why he was staring at him so hopefully!

But she knew what to do next!
She stretched out her hand and slowly grasped the hilt of the sword without hesitation!

"Om!~" The sound of the sword fluttering as thin as a cicada's wings sounded again. This sword was very excited and happy, like an old friend who hadn't seen it for many years, and was ecstatic.

After the excitement, the sword's cry gradually stopped, and the sword's light was restrained. In her hands, she was as quiet as before!

She could sense that this sword had a soul!
"The name of this sword is Arrival!" The old man said slowly, vicissitudes but powerful: "It is the divine sword that the Nine Heavens Goddess sealed the Demon Realm and left behind in the world!"

"It! Belongs to you!!"