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Seeing Yuan Futu listening attentively, Lin Wan'er frowned and said, "Do you understand?"

Yuan Futu shook his head slightly, "I don't really understand, but I generally understand what the Twelve Sect Masters want to express. It's just that he has cultivated for so long, but he hasn't even reached the state where everything is hidden."

Lin Wan'er curled her lips, "Speak wildly, this sword formula is at the level of the sixth level, and it is unpredictable. It is said that even Fang Yuan has only cultivated to the state of hiding everything."

"So, there is no one in the Sword Sect who has a higher realm than Elder Fang, right?"

"That's true. Elder Fang Yuan is not only highly respected in the Sword Sect, but also a law enforcement officer. He replaced the sect to perform tasks in the imperial court. In this Sword Sect, only those with great strength can be competent as law enforcers."

"An enemy sect?" Yuan Futu asked suspiciously, "What does this mean?"

Lin Wan'er seemed very helpless about his ignorance, and explained: "There are many unknown scattered gangs near the sect, and there are even gangster gangs gathered by many practitioners. Sometimes they come here secretly to hunt spirit beasts and steal our Mineral veins, those gangs are not famous orthodox, but their strength should not be underestimated, and the grievances with the Tianxuan Sword Sect have a history of hundreds of years, and they are endless, which is a headache."

"I see." Yuan Futu rubbed his chin, and continued to listen to the explanation of the sword art by the Twelve Sect Masters.

In fact, this sword formula has no content at all, only a few lines left on the cliff of the back mountain, so all the subtleties are integrated in the words, but it is very troublesome to explain this artistic conception. The second suzerain still smiled and said: "These are the experience I have cultivated for many years. In fact, it may be very profound to you, but it is about chance, and it will not be understood after a long time. I will test it for you next time." , and answer what you understand."

"How to answer?" Immediately, the inner disciples below began to make noise.

Elder Shen Yuan narrowed his gaze, and said in a deep voice: "Naturally, I didn't say it with my mouth. I have a sword here. You only have one chance to swing the sword. If you can integrate what you just learned just now, those who can display the sword will be I will follow the twelve suzerains to the cliff of the back mountain to observe the sword art, and the suzerain will pass it on for three days."

As soon as the words fell, everyone was in an uproar. The strength of the Twelve Sect Masters was unpredictable. Although it was not as terrifying and powerful as Fang Yuan's Heaven Transformation Realm, he was still a first-class master in the imperial court. The practice in the future will definitely be of great benefit, and it can avoid many detours.

Standing beside Shen Yuan, Pang De looked at this group of new inner disciples with disdain on his face, recalling the scene when he stood out from the crowd, when he was the only one who showed fearless sword intent among hundreds of inner disciples. As a result, he was personally passed down by the suzerain, and his strength has improved by leaps and bounds until now, and he has not encountered a bottleneck until now.

"It's not so easy to comprehend the sword intent. There will never be someone as gifted as me in the world." A sneer appeared at the corner of Pang De's mouth.

Then the test officially started, Yuan Futu stared at the sword, its appearance suddenly felt very familiar.

The sword is the most common Qingfeng sword, the sword is covered with mottled rust, it seems to be very old.

The first inner disciple walked over, looking a little nervous. He drew the sword across his chest, closed his eyes slightly, and recalled the essence of what the Twelve Sect Masters explained. He stabbed the sword with all his strength, the blade pierced through the air, the body of the sword trembled and made a squeaky sound.

The Twelve Sect Masters shook their heads slightly, and said: "It is not possible to display the sword intent with all your strength. Even with the strength of ten thousand catties, it is difficult to resist a trace of the sword intent. It seems that you still don't understand."

The disciple lowered his head in shame, as if regretting the loss of such a great opportunity, he turned and backed away.

Immediately afterwards, the No. 2 inner disciple injected Yuanli into it. This sword thrust seemed to be quite powerful, but it was still refuted by the suzerain.

Yuan Futu deliberately hid in the back position, and when he heard the words of the Twelve Sect Masters, he pondered: "The sword intent... should be the feeling that the scholar gave me at that time. The artistic conception is not formed by the strength of the physical body, so it must have some relationship with Yuanli..."

Thinking of this, he seemed to understand something, and there was a look of excitement between his brows.

In a blink of an eye, twenty or thirty disciples of the inner sect had already passed the test, and the swords they pierced were mediocre, and none of them passed the test. Elder Shen Yuan looked at the sky with great interest, and the twelve sect masters were a little tired and stopped rebutting, just He waved his hand helplessly, as if he was no longer surprised by such a situation.

"Miss Wan'er, do you think I can pass the test?" Yuan Futu asked with a smirk.

Lin Wan'er smiled and said, "If you can pass the test, even sows will climb trees."

"Okay, what if I pass?" Yuan Futu knew that she was about to be hooked.

Lin Wan'er frowned and said, "What do you want to say?"

"It's nothing, I just want to gamble with you. If I pass the test later, let me stay in your house for one night tonight. If I fail, I will give you any Jade God Pill next time." you."

"This... Seriously?!" Lin Wan'er's complexion changed, and she thought: "Why would he make such a bet? Could it be that he is sure of winning... Impossible, after so many years, only Pang De won Given such an opportunity, his foundation is so poor, and he stepped into the ranks of cultivation only by relying on pills, it is absolutely impossible for him to comprehend the "Tianxuan Sword Art."

After thinking about it, he nodded and said, "I bet with you."

"Then it's a deal, don't go back on your word, hahahaha." Yuan Futu slapped his thigh, although he wasn't sure of winning, but even if he lost, it was just those few pills, it seemed that the pills were not good enough for this wild man. Obviously not as alluring as a coquettish beauty.

In a blink of an eye, there were only a few inner disciples in the front row. The previous disciple didn't even have the courage to stab a sword and left in disgrace. At this moment, Yuan Futu was left standing alone with the Qingfeng sword forward.

Seeing Yuan Futu, Jian Twelve said with a smile: "How are you doing these days in Jianzong, are you used to it?"

Yuan Futu arched his hands and said: "It's okay, it's just that the time for practicing is still short, and thanks to Miss Wan'er's careful explanation, I understand a little bit now."

Jian Twelve nodded, "That's good, Wan'er is a talented girl, and you can learn a lot from her."