"My Thousand Feet Mountain has experienced tens of thousands of years of ups and downs, and has been passed down to the seventy-eighth generation…In order to test the cultivation results of our disciples and sharpen their sword hearts…I hereby announce that the grand competition of Thousand Feet Mountain, which is held once every three years, has officially begun!”
"Disciples, please follow the guidance of the sword token to the corresponding arena and begin the sword inquiry test!”
Ye Tianxiu took out a sword token that was equivalent to a sect ID card. Two numbers appeared on it-thirteen and nine four. He immediately walked toward arena thirteen.
On the arena stood a black-robed deacon who wiped the sword's edge. His expression was cold and inhuman.
"Number two."
The deacon read out coldly.
A disciple walked up the stage timidly.
"Pick up your sword and attack me with all your might.”
The deacon ordered.
The competition had been held so many times that everyone was well aware of the process. That disciple did not panic. He drew his sword out of its sheath and his spiritual power erupted. Just as he was about to attack the deacon, the deacon glanced at him.
In an instant, a strong killing intent enveloped the disciple, and a bone-chilling feeling stung his entire body.
The disciple immediately stood rooted to the ground, his expression abnormally terrified. He stood rooted to the ground for a while before barely mustering the courage to swing his sword and slash at the deacon. However, his performance had long lost its standard. His posture was not even formed, let alone the sword momentum.
Dang--!
The deacon casually blocked and raised the disciple's sword. He lowered his head and reached out to record on the sword token.
"Duan Fei, entered the sect for nine years, cultivation level-Qi Refinement eighth level, passed; State of mind-bad, unqualified; Swordsmanship--Extremely poor, unqualified…Overall evaluation: Not qualified."
The deacon raised his head and said expressionlessly.
Duan Fei's face turned pale all of a sudden, but his ears turned red. He picked up his sword and walked down the arena in a daze.
"Number three."
"…Overall evaluation: Passed."
"Number…"
As the surrounding people went up the stage one by one, some were happy while others were sad. The disciples who had only entered the sect for two or three years were still fine, but those who had entered the sect for many years and failed the initial test were so ashamed that they wanted to find a gap to hide in.
The eyes of the people around him gradually turned to Ye Tianxiu, who was standing quietly.
Ye Tianxiu was definitely a famous figure in Thousand Feet Mountain, but his reputation was mixed.
Some people thought that he was just putting on an act and fishing for fame, but in fact, he was an idiot.
There were also some people, just like the group of people who called him Eldest Senior Brother. They thought that he was an immortal who had descended to the mortal world and respected him greatly.
However, as he kept bringing back some talented disciples from the outside, many people began to change their opinion of him.
After all, those disciples who were brought back would soon become the core figures of a certain peak, and they were basically the worshippers of their eldest senior brother, which would also affect the young disciples of their own peak.
A few days ago, some groundless news had spread, undoubtedly giving Ye Tianxiu a layer of mystery.
Self-comprehended immortal cultivation techniques, casually bestowing celestial-grade bloodlines to others…The rumors were so godly, and there was even a group of people who guaranteed that they had seen it with their own eyes.
Now that the main character had appeared, many people wanted to go up and ask. However, when they saw this fairy-like young man in white fluttering in the wind, they felt ashamed and did not dare to talk to him.
But no matter what, it was true that this " Eldest Senior Brother " had never participated in the sect competition before. Many people used this as a weapon when fighting against the Eldest Senior Brother's fan club.
Therefore, the news of Eldest Brother's appearance spread among the disciples in an instant. Many people rushed to pass the Sword Whisper Trial and then rushed to the arena, wanting to see Eldest Brother's first time personally fighting.
"Eldest Senior Brother!"
A dark green light flashed in the sky above the square, attracting a lot of attention. Finally, it appeared beside Ye Tianxiu.
"Hen Chu."
" Yes," Ye Tianxiu nodded." You seem to have mastered your bloodline talent very well."”
"It's all thanks to Eldest Senior Brother's help."
Yu Hen Chu smiled brightly.
" Eldest Senior Brother, you…"
While the two of them were chatting, more and more people piled up near the 13th challenge ring. In the end, the qi layer disciples could only stay in the air with the Shunfeng Sword of their Foundation Establishment senior brothers and sisters. Otherwise, they would not be able to squeeze in.
This grand occasion directly attracted the attention of the disciples who were originally unaware of the situation.
"So many people came to see you, Eldest Senior Brother!”
Lu Ning 'er said excitedly.
"Yes."
Ye Tianxiu curled his lips. He was very satisfied with this situation. After all, he was about to start his show. The more the audience, the better.
"Brother, the first round is more about training your courage and testing your cultivation. As long as you can show half of your usual arrogance and suppress the deacon's killing intent, you won't be eliminated in the first round as long as the deacon doesn't nitpick!”
Qian Youdie reminded.
"Senior Qian, what do you mean?"
Who are you looking down on?"
Yu Hendu and Lu Ning 'er, who had originally felt that something was amiss, instantly stared at Qian Youdie together. The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder.
Ye Tianxiu raised his hand and stopped the battle that was about to break out. He smiled and nodded.
"Young Butterfly, just watch how your adopted brother stuns everyone. You will be proud of your brother.”
"What are you proud of? After twelve years of pride, he was still at the sixth level of Qi Refinement?”
Before Qian Youdie could say anything, a man's voice suddenly sounded, full of disdain and sarcasm.
"Ye Tianxiu, stop pretending. I'm about to vomit. Isn't it enough after acting for so many years? You're still acting when you're in trouble. I really admire you!”
A male disciple with a square face and a green robe walked out from the crowd. He was surrounded by a small group of people. He looked very imposing.
"Uh, you…who are you?" Ye Tianxiu frowned.”
The male disciple's face twisted in anger."" Ye Tianxiu, you're missing him…!"
Swoosh!
With a flash of light, a sword appeared on the man's neck. Yu Hen Chu appeared behind the male disciple and said coldly,""If you dare to disrespect Eldest Senior Brother, you will bear the consequences.”
" Junior Sister Yu, we're all from the same sect. There's no need to…" The male disciple broke out in cold sweat.
"Do you understand?"
Yu Hendu tightened his grip on his sword, and a trace of red seeped out from the blade.
"Understood!"
The male disciple immediately obeyed. Yu Hanchu then returned to Ye Tianxiu's side. He touched his neck with lingering fear, his eyes full of fear and embarrassment.
" Eldest Senior Brother!"
He deliberately emphasized his tone and shouted sarcastically,"I wish you a great victory, take the crown, and display the elegance of my Thousand Feet Mountain's young disciples! Don't let us Junior Brothers and Sisters down!”
"So, who are you?" Ye Tianxiu nodded.”
Puff!
The male disciple almost spat out a mouthful of blood. His face flushed red as he stared at Ye Tianxiu."Eldest Senior Brother is really forgetful. Three years ago, I, Yang Zian, will always remember the humiliation of the Sutra Library!”
"Oh? So it was that Chinese alligator who pretended to know?”
Ye Tianxiu understood.
"It's Yang Zian!"
Yang Zian was furious.
At this moment-
"Number 94!"
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