Bai Yueguang, who was dressed as a hero and died prematurely

Chapter 1 Wedges
The world of cultivating immortals, Xuancang Tianlu, Netherworld Sword Peak.

The white clouds are long and the sky is clear.

summer.

The lively crowd, even the air is full of heat, and occasionally a wisp of breeze blows, refreshing the heart.

The foot of the mountain is bustling with people of all shapes and colors lined up with red faces. There are women with baskets, teenagers and girls just over fifteen years old, poor people and rich people, all of them are looking forward. .

Today is the once-in-a-hundred-year day when Nether Sword Peak recruits disciples, so it is naturally very lively.

Who doesn't know that this ostentatious faction is the leader in the world of cultivating immortals, and this ostentatious faction is famous for its Nether Sword Art, so the entrance to recruit disciples is under the Nether Sword Peak.

In the chaotic era, monsters are rampant, and the world is not peaceful. A young man with peerless martial arts was born out of the sky. He repelled the monsters with a fierce sword and sealed them to Wuhuaya. The name "Swagger".

One hundred and five thousand years ago, Patriarch Wuwang ascended to Taoism and became No. 5000 in the world of cultivating immortals.

The "Swagger Sect" is powerful, and has been the number one sect in the world of cultivating immortals for thousands of years, and has never been surpassed.

The most different thing about the "Swagger School" from other sects is that here, it doesn't have any harsh tests, people of any age, regardless of their qualifications, as long as they are considered qualified, they will be accepted.

With such a great reputation and simple conditions, of course there is an endless stream of people who want to join the "Swagger School", and it can even be said that 100 years are more than 100 years.

However, there are very few people who can really enter after coming.

Why are the conditions so loose and so few people can get in?

A handsome young man stood in front of the mountain.

He was as tall as jade, and wore a black robe. On the chest and shoulders of the robe, there were three big characters flying like dragons and phoenixes, "Swagger School", and on the right sleeve, there was a golden and beautiful small character, "Ghost Sword Peak-Fuqiao".

Fuqiao is the boy's name.

The young Fuqiao was holding a colored glaze stone in his hand.

This glazed colored stone is extraordinary. It is an artifact used by the Swagger School to test their qualifications. It is called "Seven Colors", and it can detect the seven spiritual roots of gold, wood, water, fire, earth, ice, thunder.

The colored glazed stone is an artifact left by Wuwang Patriarch to test aptitude.

Usually there are casual cultivators who want to join the "Swagger School". Some people can pass the test, but some can't.

No matter how much the elders do their research, they still don't understand why some people are obviously qualified, but the glazed colored stones can't shine.

But no matter what, Patriarch Wuwang always has his reasons.

The person at Fuqiao Station is straight, whispering softly, the voice is not loud, but the sound is transmitted through the spiritual power of the elements, spreading to every corner of the mountain.

"Those who go to apprentice, come one by one, put their hands up, and if they can light up this glazed colored stone, they can stay and go up the mountain to practice immortality."

"The first one!"

The first one is a braided girl, wearing rough linen clothes, white from washing, but clean, with clear and bright eyes.

The girl looked no more than eleven or twelve, and she had been waiting at the foot of the mountain four months before the start of the test.

She timidly wiped her hand on the skirt of her shirt before gently placing it on the stone.

A pale green halo slowly emerged from the stone.

Fuqiao Qingjun's almond eyes bent down, he patted the little girl's shoulder, and nodded with satisfaction, "Acquired single spiritual root wood element, yes, good luck." After he patted the little girl's shoulder, something different flashed in his eyes The radiance, and then quickly subsided, as if she had never noticed the difference in the little girl.

Two disciples in gray robes stepped out from behind Fuqiao and led the little girl up the mountain.

The crowd behind exploded, overjoyed.

"Such an emaciated little girl has entered, let alone this young master!"

"I also heard that the Swagger faction is not easy to enter. Looking at it this way, we have a lot of hope!"

...

"second!"

"How can this lady practice immortality together with that dead girl!"

The girl in the rare embroidered satin dress wrinkled her nose, pouted her mouth, and put her hand on it reluctantly.

The stone glowed a little gray and then went out.

Fuqiao shook his head, "You have no qualifications, please go back."

The girl's eyes widened, and she yelled in that delicate and shrill voice, "What! That damned girl has already entered, why can't I get in! What goddamn artifacts are you!"

Fu Qiaoxiu frowned, "Miss, be careful, the colorful magic weapon has never made a mistake."

The girl was still unyielding, and shouted: "It must be broken! The fairy teacher who passed by this lady's mansion three years ago checked it for me, and she clearly said that this lady is a fire spirit root with excellent qualifications!"

Fuqiao lowered his eyes faintly: "No noise is allowed at Nether Sword Peak."

Two more disciples came out from behind Fuqiao and carried the girl away.

Only the girl's sharp voice remained: "If you don't keep Miss Ben, Miss Ben will make you flamboyant regret it!"

After half a day, more than a thousand people were tested one after another, but there was not a single qualified person.

Ten days passed quickly, and the recruitment of disciples was over.

This has always been the rule of the "Swagger School", no matter how many people there are, only test for ten days at a time.

The remaining hundreds of people went back with a sigh.

"I knew it would have come earlier."

"That's right, we'll all be old men in another 100 years, maybe we'll be buried in the ground."

"We can only warn our future generations to prepare earlier..."

The main peak of the swagger faction - Wuwang Peak.

The head, Chen Li, sat on the head, his resolute face full of dignity.

"How about it, how many disciples have you accepted this time?"

Fuqiao bowed his waist and cupped his hands and replied: "Returning to the master, a total of 12 people have been tested this time, and 76 disciples have been recruited."

Chen Li heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the words, "Not bad, not bad, this year's recruitment is quite good."

He took a sip of tea worryingly, alas, considering that his school is so beautiful, who would have thought that he could only accept dozens of people in a hundred years?It would be great if the ancestor Wuwang was still there.

Ye Feifeng, the female elder sitting on one side, said, "It's really good. There were only 100 in the last 52 years, which is quite a lot more than last year."

The elders looked at each other one after another, and they all saw the worry about the future of their own sect in each other's eyes.

Hua Wujia: "You said that we won't end up with the sect falling because we can't get disciples."

Chen Li patted the table and said solemnly: "What are you talking about? Master Wuwang has predicted that this year our sect will have a darling of heaven and destiny. Whether our sect can enter a more awesome mainland depends on this person." Can you take our sect to fly?"

Ye Fei's mouth twitched, "Sect Leader, can you look a little like a Sect Leader, this look of being taken away for nothing is really ugly."

Hua Wujia spread the fan in front of her mouth with one hand, and smiled, "Miss Xiaofei'er's mouth should not be so poisonous."

Ye Feifeng with a crisp voice trembled and rolled his eyes at him.

Chen Li looked up at the golden "Swagger" dancing on the hall.

"Anyway, whether or not our sect can maintain its prestige and reach a higher level depends entirely on this Son of Heaven."

Then his eyes fell on Fuqiao, "Fuqiao, if you live up to the trust of your patriarch, maybe you are that person."

Hearing these meaningful words, Fuqiao lowered his eyes and stood there quietly, his black pupils were radiant.

Great ambition, in his heart.

　Open the text spicy, give out red envelopes——

　　
　
(End of this chapter)