Super Tiandao Academy

Chapter 901 This is not a place for you to sit
"Shh..."

With a swipe of Ye Mao's hand, the portal of time and space opened, and Bai Wenjian strode out, wearing a silver mask.

Bai Wenjian is the legitimate son of King Mubei of the Qian Dynasty, born with sword bones, and was sent to Kongliu Academy by Ye Mao in Frost Cave.

He has already completed his transformation and served Kongliu Academy for many years. His cultivation has reached the stage of Dao Fruit Realm Great Consummation, and the realm of Sword Dao has reached the peak of Unity Realm.

"This is the ruins of the Falling Rain Sword Sect. You are born with sword bones. I hope you can get a great chance here." Ye Mao said.

"Thank you, Lord!" Bai Wenjian's eyes were full of joy, he had wanted to come here a long time ago.

Ye Mao stepped on the "Drunken Step" and rushed to the place where the fierceness broke out.

This is a deep valley more than 300 feet deep, and the area is very large. Check the map Yun Luo gave him.

This place was not originally on the map.

He reached the bottom of the valley, walked forward, and a huge square that could accommodate tens of thousands of people appeared in front of him.

Right in front of the square, there are three ancient paintings suspended, all of which are scenes of rain.

At first glance, the three ancient paintings are exactly the same, but upon closer inspection, the three ancient paintings are different, each with its own mystery.

"This should be the legendary painting of the Raining Rain Sword, which is said to have been drawn by Master Luoyu, the patriarch of the Raining Rain Sword Sect.

These three paintings are extremely mysterious, and the sword skills realized by different people have completely different powers. "Bai Wenjian was so excited when he said that, he could not wait to step forward to understand it immediately.

The main purpose of Ye Mao's coming here is not to comprehend the way of swordsmanship, but to observe the terrain here. After this deep valley appeared, the road leading to the deep place disappeared.

There are thousands of sword cultivators here.

He stopped a man in gray and asked in a harmonious voice, "Hello, how can I get to the depths of the ruins?"

"Look at the big formation behind the ancient painting. It is the Rainfall Sword Formation that Master Luoyu used the sacred bones of beasts. If you have reached the Holy Realm and enter it, you will be directly transported to the Rainfall Sword Realm. Then you can go to the depths of the ruins."

The gray-clothed man paused for a moment, then continued: "If your cultivation has not reached the holy realm, you must comprehend these three pictures of the Falling Rain Sword and pass the test of the Falling Rain Sword Formation before you can enter the Falling Rain Sword Realm.

Just now, someone only comprehended a sword diagram, and then recklessly entered the formation, but was killed in an instant. "

"It turns out that the strong fierce aura just now erupted from the Rainfall Sword Formation. My martial arts cultivation has not reached the holy level, so I may cause problems if I rush in. This time I came to help my father out of trouble. I must try my best to be safe every step of the way. It seems that I I also have to learn about the Sword of Falling Rain." Ye Mao thanked the gray-clothed man after thinking up to this point, and walked towards the front of the square.

There were ten futons, eight of which were already occupied, and only two of which were empty.

"There are thousands of sword cultivators here, why do so many people prefer to sit on the ground instead of on the futon?" Although Ye Mao wondered in his heart, he didn't think deeply, and sat down on the futon with Bai Wenjian.

This futon is really wonderful. Sitting on it, looking at the first picture of the sword falling in the sky, there is a real sense of being in the picture.

Ye Mao felt like walking into a downpour, feeling wet, cold, and chilly, all of a sudden rushing towards him.

"Hey..." The man in gray noticed the actions of Ye Mao and his entourage, "What a reckless fool."

The futon can speed up the speed of comprehension of sword diagrams, but for weak people to sit on it is tantamount to courting death.

The people sitting on the eight futons were either some old fellows of first-class power, or the notorious butchers of the younger generation.

For example, Sima Qingyun of the Sima family has already reached the pinnacle of Ku Ji swordsmanship, and Lin Xiangrong, the great witch from the Taiyin Demon Palace of the Hai Clan, her bloodthirsty swordsmanship is overbearing and evil, and no one dares to provoke it...

Lin Xiangrong is the saint of the Taiyin Demon Palace, but this girl is very lucky.When the Taiyin Demon Palace was finished, she practiced in the human race and escaped that catastrophe.

The man in gray sighed softly, and concluded that Ye Mao would not live for three hours.

At this time, dozens of voices piercing the air galloped over, among them were Shen Qianfan, the number one genius sword repairer of the young generation of Jingxiu Hall of the Ministry of War, and Bai Xingye, the king of Nanyang County.

"It looks like I won't survive even half an hour." The man in gray sighed.

Shen Qianfan and Bai Xingye had high identities, as soon as they arrived, someone immediately stepped forward to quickly introduce the situation here.

"Looks like we have to comprehend the Sword of Falling Rain first!" Nanyang County Wang Bai Xingye glanced at Shen Qianfan with a smile, and when his gaze passed the ten people in front, he stopped on Ye Mao. I like to die."

"That's right, why don't we fulfill them." Shen Qianfan said with a smile.

A man in black immediately stepped forward. This man is from the Wuji Taoist sect. He has cultivated at the Dzogchen stage of the Dao Fruit Realm, and the Green Sword Realm of the Sword Dao.

"Brother Bai, Brother Shen, how can you both take action on this kind of small shrimp, Huo can kill him enough." The man surnamed Huo was full of confidence in his eyes.

"Then there will be brother Laohuo." Bai Xingye said with a smile.

Just as the man surnamed Huo was about to make a move, Yun Miao rushed over and said, "That is my cousin Yun Luo Sheng Zhe's friend, I hope you don't make things difficult for him."

"Fairy Yunluo's face must be given to Huo, I can let him go, but that futon is not something he can sit on, let him roll as far as I can." The man surnamed Huo said.

Yun Miao frowned, this Xia Mao is really capable of causing trouble, even she dare not sit on the futon there, this guy is good, the old god is sitting there, causing such a big trouble, and he doesn't know it.

She had no choice but to remind Xia Mao, but as soon as she approached that seat, a mysterious man with a silver mask next to him stood up and stopped her.

"My lord is currently practicing, so it's inconvenient to receive guests now." The masked man said coldly.

Yun Miao's face darkened suddenly, this guy turned around and got a servant to put on airs, she "hummed" displeased, and said: "This place is not for you to sit in, quickly move down."

"Hmph, we can't sit in this place, and no one in the world can do it." The masked man tugged.

As expected of being a master and servant, it is simply a virtue, and you can really brag.

Yun Miao said anxiously: "If you don't leave, even I will not be able to protect you."

"We appreciate your kindness." Bai Wenjian thanked politely, then raised his finger and pointed to the back, "Who are those lifeless ants who want to grab a seat, roll over here immediately, and I will send you to see the King of Hades."

Bai Wenjian is the son of King Mubei, who used to be a well-known figure in the dandyism circle of the Qian Dynasty. In terms of domineering, these people are only worthy of carrying shoes for him.

"Okay, how courageous!" The man surnamed Huo suffered contempt, and was instantly furious. His long sword came out of its sheath, and with a "shua shua", the sword light flickered and turned into fierce flaming sword aura, covering Bai Wenjian, making him feel ashamed. It is inevitable.

Bai Wenjian pinched a finger of his sword, and the flaming sword energy attacking him gathered into a flaming long sword, and cut it down instantly.

"Ah..." the man surnamed Huo screamed while clutching his right shoulder. One of his arms was cut off, and the blood sprayed and fell to the ground like red plums in snow.

"Very vulnerable, who else wants to lead the death?" Bai Wenjian raised his finger and pointed at Shen Qianfan and Bai Xingye's group, with a powerful and powerful, unparalleled domineering.

(End of this chapter)