Longevity Martial Arts: Beginning with Sword Drawing

Chapter 282 Above the Grandmaster, the futon is seventh!
After passing the illusion test, Lin Bei thought that there would be other tests, but unexpectedly, there was a broad vision in front of him.

There are no other tests as far as the eye can see, but a flat and open ground, as if it was cut by a sword.

In fact, it was indeed cut with a sword, and the smooth ground did not have the unevenness of an island.

For the abnormal ground, Lin Bei just swept it casually, and then turned his attention to other places.

The island seems to be divided into yin and yang, half of which is flat ground, while the other half is towering hills.

Lin Bei looked over the flat and open ground, and fell on the "wall" built by the hills at a glance.

In the center of the hill wall, the crude pulpit was cut like a sword.

And on the podium, an old man with white beard and white hair and white robe sat on it, and there were also seven white robe disciples standing behind him.

"Grandmaster of Array Sword!"

Lin Bei's eyes lit up, and he walked forward while sizing up this supreme master.

His complexion is brownish yellow, his nose is high and his eyes are deep, but his eyebrows are very sparse, not a pair of sword eyebrows as imagined. Although the outline of his face is good, it doesn't look good overall. It's just that he has the bearing of a master, which makes his whole body People give people a sharp aura that makes people dare not look directly at them.

And under the old man Zhenjian, there was a row of futons, a total of thirty futons.

Of the thirty futons, seven of them have already been seated.

"Seven futons have been occupied, all of them are Grandmasters..."

Lin Bei saw that the seven figures from behind had an extraordinary aura, obviously they were all masters.

Lin Bei didn't dare to delay, and walked quickly to the eighth futon to take a seat.

Since he was listening to the master's sermon, it is natural that the closer the front the better, there is no doubt about it, Lin Bei will not be humble, let alone deliberately choose the back position.

"I thought I would be ranked very low, but I didn't expect that I could grab the eighth seat..."

Lin Bei looked at the supreme master on the podium and the seven great masters behind him, feeling very surprised.

Except for the first illusion, he spent a long time in the illusion of the emperor of the ages and the illusion of the martial saint, so long that he wondered if he had missed the master's lecture.

But when he came out, he realized that other people were worse than him.

Of the eight great masters, only seven came out.

Sun Wujin, who is number one in Qianlong, and Luo Yiqing, who is number three in Qianlong, have not yet come out.

After Lin Bei sat on the futon, not long after, the last master appeared from the fog of formation.

The last one to come out was Grandmaster Murong. After he came out, he first glanced at the old man who was standing on the podium, and then moved his gaze down.

When his eyes fell on the eight figures sitting cross-legged on the futon, his face froze suddenly, his complexion changed a few times, and finally he didn't say anything, and walked quickly to No. 9 and sat down.

After him, it took nearly two quarters of an hour for another person to come out of the mist.

The person who came out was Qianlong's first grandson Wuban!
When Sun Wuji walked out of the mist, his face was still full of murderous aura, and he didn't calm down until he stood still for a few breaths.

He has been troubled by the illusion of childhood memories for a long time, and he is almost unable to step out.

And when he looked at the nine figures on the futon under the podium, his face became stiff like Grandmaster Murong's, the difference was that his complexion was changing, and his eyes were fixed on the familiar figure.

"It's that kid Lin Fan! How could it be him! How could he cast the mist formation before me!!"

Sun Wujin's face was gloomy, and his eyes revealed disbelief.

Although he also felt that he had been trapped in the misty illusion for a long time, so long that he suspected that he had missed the master's lecture, but when he saw that Lin Bei came out before him, he still felt unbelievable, and there was a trace of hostility and killing intent in his heart.

"This kid is obviously not my opponent. He was blocked by me. He stepped into the island one step slower than me, but he walked out of the illusion before me..."

Sun Wuban frowned, walked to the ninth futon and sat down.

"Huh? Killing intent!"

Lin Bei was sitting and guessing how the master of Zhenjian, the supreme master, would preach, when he suddenly felt a murderous and hostile gaze on him.

He turned his head to look, narrowed his eyes slightly, and was very surprised in his heart: "Sun Wuban! He actually has killing intent towards me..."

Sun Wuji issued a letter of challenge to him, and later targeted him when crossing the Nine Dragons and Crossing the River, but at that time he hadn't sensed the killing intent, he only felt that he was acting domineering.

"It seems that Luo Yiqing's analysis is correct! Because of his ugly appearance, Sun Wukong was excluded and ridiculed in childhood, which led to a dark mind, so his brain is a bit abnormal!"

Lin Bei thought of Luo Yiqing's introduction of Sun Wujin's life and character to him, and shook his head secretly.

He asked himself that he didn't offend Sun Wukong in any way, and the only thing he could think of was that because he killed Fei Tianxuezhi with one move, he was compared with Sun Wukong, who was number one in Qianlong, in terms of combat power, thinking that he had Ascend to the strength of Qianlong No. [-].

"Perhaps this lunatic challenged me just because of other people's comments, and when I walked out of the misty illusion before him, he wanted to kill me..."

Lin Bei thought that the speculation about the lunatic might be a bit extreme. The Sun Wuban he was facing at the moment was probably the kind of lunatic who would kill him with just one glance.

However, what he didn't know was that since Sun Wuban came to Linjiang and met Gu Zhengyan, he had already had the intention to kill him.

Now it's just not hiding anymore, revealing this killing intent.

Sun Wuban looked at Lin Bei with a dark gaze across Grandmaster Murong, thinking in his heart that when the sermon was over, he would end his life.

After Sun Wujin, Luo Yiqing also came out of the misty illusion and sat down on the tenth futon after only half a cup of tea.

Lin Bei couldn't help but glanced sideways, and saw that his eye sockets were slightly red and swollen, as if he had cried, and asked curiously, "What did Luo Yiqing experience in the illusion?"

In front of so many people, it was not easy for him to ask questions, so he could only keep it in his heart and ask Luo Yiqing after the sermon was over.

Half a stick of incense time after Luo Yiqing, Gu Zhengyan walked out of the misty illusion with a gloomy face, followed by Taoist Qingyu, the ninth Qianlong, and the eighteenth Qianlong...

When the Qianlong geniuses who broke through the entrance all came out of the mist, the masters of the older generation of the entrance came long overdue.

"This foggy illusion formation seems to have something to do with talent potential. Otherwise, with the firm heart of martial arts alone, the genius of Qianlong who became famous at a young age may not be as good as the old Xuanguan who has experienced ups and downs..."

"But it doesn't seem to be the case. The old-fashioned entrance has been stuck in the entrance for too long, and I'm afraid I have a little obsession in my heart, which is easily magnified in the illusion."

"The Qianlong geniuses are all arrogant, not to mention that they treat the master realm as nothing, at least they will not be obsessed with it, but think that they can cross the guru realm gap with a little effort!"

While Lin Beilue was doing his analysis, thirty futons were already filled.

And in the misty illusion, people came out of it one after another.

In the end, the fog gradually faded, and some of the martial artists who hadn't walked out looked around in confusion, some cried bitterly, and some laughed stupidly, showing an extremely ugly appearance.

The warrior with the lightest symptoms quickly ran to Pingdi Square to grab a seat.

The few seats that were originally there were quickly taken up, and the warriors, who were still blushing and unable to react, didn't realize that they were about to squeeze into the river until they woke up.

There are not enough places, these people were driven away, and missed the opportunity of the master's sermon.

And as the dojo was crowded with people, people's eyes also fell on the thirty futons in the front, mixed with envy and jealousy, but they were powerless to admire.

With the sound of a loud sword chant, the grand master's sermon officially kicked off!

(End of this chapter)