The heavens start from the eight parts of Tianlong

Chapter 431 The Eighth Young Master
Beili, Apocalypse City
It is the imperial capital of Beili, and it is also the largest capital city in the whole world, where the wealth of the world, the power of the world and the outstanding people of the world are gathered here.

Jixia School
A true gathering place for talents from all over the world, the school is divided into an inner hall and an outer hall. Those who can study in the outer hall are already the only talents selected from a hundred miles from the northern states. Only those who can enter the inner hall have the opportunity to worship the elders of the school, and even the school. Mr. Li is a teacher.

Ten days later, there will be the preliminary exam for the big school exam.

The posted notices have spread to the streets and alleys of Tianqi City. It is rumored that there are already more than 40 reference persons recommended by the famous families of Tianqi and the aristocratic families of the rivers and lakes this time, which is the most in history.

The reason is that there is a gossip that Mr. Li will accept the last student in this school's big exam.

In other words, if you want to worship Mr. Li as your teacher, this will be your last chance!
As a result, no matter whether it is a well-known orthodox school or heretics, they poured into Tianqi one after another, bringing infinite variables to this big school exam.

"Name?"

"Zhao Yujia."

"age?"

"24."

"Nation?"

"Wudang Mountain."

"Okay, here is the number plate. Please keep it. In ten days, take the number plate to Qianjin Terrace to take the preliminary examination of the school."

"Ok."

After Zhao Yujia finished reporting his name, he stood up and left. His appearance and temperament were ordinary, and there seemed to be nothing eye-catching about him.

But he didn't know that his every move just now had already fallen into the eyes of the caring people on the second floor of the registration office of the school.

One of them, with a jade flute hanging on his waist and a handsome face, is none other than Luo Xuan, the elegant young master among the eight young masters of Beili. The other, dressed entirely in black and wearing a bamboo hat, is the ugly young master Mo Xiaohei.

The elegance is unpredictable, the songs are elegant, and the ink is full of words.

Liu Yue's peerless Mo Chen is ugly, and the prime minister's talent remains unknown.

This children's poem describes the eight personal disciples of Mr. Li in the school.

Among the Eight Great Young Masters, the oldest one, Jun Yu, is known as the Unknown Young Master, and he only hears his name, but never sees him, and has never appeared in Tian Qi City.

The second son, Lei Mengsha, son Zhuomo, one of the four heroes of Leimen, was given the nickname "Thunder and Darkness, Killer in Sleep."

The third son Lingyun Gu Jianmen, the fourth son Liu Yue Liu Yue, the fifth son Mo Chen Mo Xiaohei, and the sixth son Luo Xuan Qingge.

The old seventh, Xiao Ruofeng, the ninth prince of Beili, was granted the title of King Langya. He is the only prince in Beili's generation of royal family who has practiced the sword technique of splitting the country. He is called the "Little Mister" of the school.

As for why Xiao Ruofeng ranked the smallest, it was because Xie Xuan, the eighth-ranked prince, hadn't officially started yet.

However, such a person as Li Changsheng, at least a long-lived person over 180 years old, the No. 1 in the world whose cultivation base has reached the Great Immortal Ascension Boundary.

Whoever he wants to accept as a disciple, it doesn't matter if the quota is empty.

At this moment, the one who pays special attention to Zhao Yujia is Mo Xiaohei, the ugly son of the eight princes.

"The person approved by the young gentleman is also going to Tianqi City. Speaking of which, I am very familiar with this person. He is the young master of Zhenxihou Mansion." Liu Yue said.

"Oh... that young man, I remember his name is Baili Dongjun?" Mo Xiaohei seemed a little absent-minded.

"It's Baili Dongjun. In Chaisang City a few months ago, this kid and that boy named Sikong Changfeng really stole the limelight from the third child."

Mr. Liu Yue said while thinking: "I remember that at that time, he didn't know martial arts yet, and I don't know what Mr. Xiao valued him."

"No, he knows martial arts. Lao Liu once saw him use the Western Chu Sword Song in Mingjian Villa." Mo Xiaohei added.

"The successor of the Sword Immortal of Western Chu, maybe he can really become our Ninth Junior Brother. Speaking of which, Master is really lazy. Entrusting such a big matter to me is really a headache."

Mo Xiaohei didn't answer, Liu Yue frowned and said, "Xiaohei, what's wrong with you today, why are you always absent-minded?"

"That person makes me feel very special." Mo Xiaohei pointed to Zhao Yujia who had just completed the registration.

As the eighth son of Beili, Mo Xiaohei has the strongest spiritual sense, and can check things that ordinary people don't. This is why Liu Yue wants to recruit Mo Xiaohei to be a strong man.

"Is that person?" Liu Yue said, "I think it's quite ordinary, but to be noticed by you, I think he has some unique skills."

"I'm going to check on him." After Mo Xiaohei finished speaking, without waiting for Liu Yue's reply, he jumped off the second floor and chased after Zhao Yujia in the direction he left.

"Don't worry!" Liu Yue thought for a while, gave some instructions to his men, and then chased after him.

After Zhao Yujia completed the registration, he planned to go to the Qin Tianjian to find the national teacher Qi Tianchen. After all, it was his main job to get involved in the school exam.

But after walking to a remote courtyard, he stopped directly and said: "My friend behind me, you have been following me for so long, is there anything wrong?"

Mo Xiaohei appeared and said after a long time: "I asked why it feels so strange. It turns out that this is not your true face. What a brilliant illusion!"

Mo Xiaohei bluntly said that Zhao Yujia used illusion, but Zhao Yujia across from him was not surprised at all.

Because he had only practiced this illusion for three days, it was not surprising that others would see through it.

"I used illusion to hide my true appearance, but I have no ill intentions towards the school. I came to Tianqi this time just to gain knowledge." Zhao Yujia said truthfully.

"Empty words are useless, let me break your illusion first!" Mo Xiaohei's body exploded as soon as Mo Xiaohei finished speaking, and the black ebony long sword in his hand suddenly came out of its sheath, and attacked Zhao Yujia.

"Why bother?" Zhao Yujia sighed softly, and the mahogany sword heart behind his back moved freely and fell into his palm.

Handing out a sword lightly, it seems to be slow but urgent, delicate and dense, penetrating into every hole.

The sword that Mo Xiaohei struck first was entangled in Zhao Yujia's mahogany sword. With one pull, the fierce attack was easily resolved.

"Huh?" Mo Xiaohei's eyes showed cold light, his body was like lightning, and he struck another sword with his backhand.

This sword, like freehand brushwork with splashed ink, the sword energy turned into ink marks and swept towards Zhao Yujia.

"The world is black!"

This is the name of this sword, with one strike, the sky is filled with ink to cover everything, devouring life.

Among Li Changsheng's disciples, there is no one who is easy to deal with. With this sword alone, he has firmly entered the realm of happiness.

Facing Mo Xiaohei's sword, Zhao Yujia's sword force changed from one side to another, seemingly urgent but actually slow, with an uncertain speed.

One sword after another, connected end to end, fully showing the changes of yin and yang in movement and stillness.

Once again, he blocked Mo Xiaohei's killing sword.

"I said that I have no intention of becoming an enemy of the school, and I will not be polite if I come again," Zhao Yujia said.

"I want to see how rude you are." Behind Mo Xiaohei, Liu Yue held a golden belt and slowly stepped forward. The two stood side by side, one on the left and the other on the right.

Young Master Liu Yue, the most beautiful young man in the world.

Young Master Mo Chen, a world-famous ugly young man.

Working together, there is a different kind of charm.

"He knows Wudang's Liangyi swordsmanship, but it's not authentic enough," Mo Xiaohei said.

"I know." Liu Yue said with a cold light in her eyes: "The rules of the school are to capture him first."

(End of this chapter)