Sword Immortal Cultivation Handbook

Chapter 90 Disciple Trial

Shen Zhiyu turned his eyes, and after looking away, his eyes fell on the sword in Chen's hand.

Hey, where did I see it?

Shen Zhiyu asked involuntarily, "Ashu, your sword...?"

"Does it look familiar?" Luo Hongmian turned her head and asked with a smile.

Shen Zhiyu nodded.

"You haven't returned to the sect for more than two years. You probably don't know that Ashu has obtained the inheritance of the Xuanji sword." Luo Hongmian said with a smile, "It caused a lot of commotion in the sect, even the head of the sect. Startled."

Shen Zhiyu understood, no wonder she felt so familiar, it turned out to be the sword in the hand of the stone statue above Yanwu Square, no wonder she looked familiar.

"It turned out to be like this. No wonder those monks looked over just now, and I thought it was because of the casual clothes I was wearing." Shen Zhiyu now understood what was going on, "It turned out that they were looking at you."

Chen Chen scratched his head in embarrassment, and smiled.

"I don't think it's the same. Everyone is looking at Ashu." Luo Hongmian looked Shen Zhiyu up and down, "You have changed a lot in the past two years."

"Really?" Shen Zhiyu pinched out a water mirror with great interest, looked left and right, "I haven't changed much."

"Of course you can't feel it yourself." Luo Hongmian shook her head, "The aura on your body was not so strong before."

"As your cultivation has improved, your aura will of course become stronger." Shen Zhiyu didn't care.

Luo Hongmian stared at her for a long time, faintly feeling that her soul was cut by a sharp breath, she turned her eyes away.

Then shook his head again, "It's not the same." But he didn't elaborate.

Shen Zhiyu looked at herself in the mirror again, but she still didn't find any difference. She waved her hand to remove the water mirror, "Forget it, let's practice hard first and adjust the state. The disciple test will start in three days."

Shen Zhiyu sat cross-legged, calmed down, and began to meditate.

The zhenyuan continued to circulate through the meridians, until Shen Zhiyu opened his eyes again after two big circles.

She is currently at the middle stage of the tenth level of Qi training, and after a few more days of practice, she should be able to break through to the late stage.

There are still three days left, and I don't know how to break through before the disciples try.

She began to sort out her cultivation situation.

The tenth level of Qi training is not very high among all the Qi training disciples participating in the disciple test, not to mention the difficulty of the disciple test this time, and it is not known whether she has a chance to enter the top [-].

She is quite interested in that treasure house.

Now she has cultivated to the ninth form of "Breaking the Army", and after adding the change of Qingya Sword, she has been promoted to a low-level magic weapon, so her combat power is already considered above average among Qi training monks.

But this is also a relative term, after all, the strength of sword cultivators generally exceeds that of monks of the same level.But now her competitors are all the best in the Qi training period, so she has little advantage.

The rules of the disciple test are very simple, that is, all the people are put into the same arena, fight and fight, and the person who is still standing at the end is considered to be the winner. The specified number of winners this time is [-].

Disciple Trial is a method used by Tianji to compete for resources, and it is often used by two or more forces to compete for resources.However, if a high-level monk makes a move, there will be a lot of movement and influence, and the high-level monk's fight is extremely dangerous, and if he is anxious, it may even cause death or injury.

So someone proposed a method, each party sent disciples to compete with each other, and use the disciples to try to resolve disputes over resources.

Three days passed in a flash during the practice.

When the disciple test was about to start, Shen Zhiyu slowly opened his eyes and let out a breath.

In the past three days, someone had already divided the competition venue for the disciples. It is just to the south of the square where they are standing now. It is very spacious and can accommodate at least tens of thousands of people.

Soon, a Nascent Soul cultivator ascended into the air, glanced at the qi training cultivators in the square who were ready to go, and shouted in a cold voice.

"The disciple test is about to begin, and all the monks who signed up to take part have their own number plates and are ready to enter."

"The rules of the disciple test must be clear to all of you. If you lose your number plate, you will be considered a failure. The last five hundred monks left will be the winners, and you will be eligible to enter the market."

One day before, the monks who signed up had already received their number plates for the competition.

"In this disciple test, you can use any means to defeat the opponent and take the opponent's number plate. However, remember not to intentionally hurt people's lives, and you are not allowed to use too powerful and large-scale talisman and one-time attack magic weapon. Listen understand?"

"Yes!" Many Qi training monks answered in unison.

Then, the participating qi training monks began to enter the arena.

Shen Zhiyu raised her head and looked around for a week. She saw the well-trained sect disciples and family disciples in uniform and well-trained manners, and then looked at other casual cultivators in small groups who were obviously weak. Shen Zhiyu sighed softly in her heart. Wherever it is, it is easy to suffer losses if you fight alone.

After all the participating qi training monks entered the arena, bursts of light suddenly rose around them, and a transparent barrier wrapped the competition venue.

Cultivator Nascent Soul gave an order, "The apprentice test has officially begun!"

Shen Zhiyu called out the Qingya sword, held it in his hand, and stood back to back with Luo Hongmian, Chen Chen, Lu Baiheng, and Qin Xi, each on guard.

It has only just begun, and the monks around are just on guard against each other, and have not acted rashly.

But Shen Zhiyu knew that this was just the calm before the storm, and soon a cruel battle would come.

Sure enough, a violent fluctuation of spiritual power sounded not far from Shen Zhiyu, and at the same time, screams also rang out.

Shen Zhiyu was not interested in watching. She looked solemnly at the small forces and loose cultivators who were slowly gathering around the Xuanji Sword Sect.

Unsurprisingly, the other nine major sects are also treated in the same way. After all, there are the most casual cultivators on the field, but they have a large number but they do not have an advantage. A strong sect.

She stated that she was the weakest and was protected by four people, but she was not idle, and took out a large stack of talismans from the storage bag, and pasted several protective talismans on each of the four people.

At the same time, she took out a formation disk and threw it out, and then made a tactic, and formation flags flew out of the formation disk one after another. Soon, the formation formed and the formation light lit up.

Shen Zhiyu felt that four or five layers of protective shields were tightly covering her body, and at the same time, she also saw the formation of light spreading from the ground to slow down the speed of others, while the friendly troops in the formation were not affected under the control of the statement.

Soon, the besieged monks couldn't bear it anymore, looked at each other, and started to fight.

Magical artifacts are full of spiritual light.

(End of this chapter)