From Yitian, the sword pressed the heavens

Chapter 104 Saint Sword

"This kid is really stinky!" Over the sea of ​​swords, Taoist Tiansha couldn't help curling his lips.

"Old Ancestor, is this okay? He has cultivated all the four veins of the Dao of Sword as a foundation-building disciple, aren't you afraid that he won't be able to eat too much?" the Gushan Taoist next to him couldn't help but feel a little worried.

"Don't worry, judging from this kid's performance over the past ten years, his swordsmanship talent is unparalleled."

"Besides, I also really want to see where his limit is?" Taoist Tiansha took a meaningful look at the black iron sword in Zhang Wuji's hand, and the idea in his heart that made him extremely horrified became more and more true.

"Saint soldier...!"

"Hey, if that's the case, I'm afraid the immortals in the sky won't be able to sit still!"

The corner of Tian Slayer's mouth curled up into a smile, then turned his head and said solemnly: "I'll leave this kid to you, give me a good practice, after 20 years I want him to become the sharpest dark sword in Xuanyuan."

"Old Ancestor, don't worry!"

"I have the most experience in this kind of thing." Daoist Gu Shan glanced at Zhang Wuji, grinning happily.

"Also, only you know about the abnormality of his black iron sword. This is the sect's top secret and must not be disclosed. If there is a risk of exposure, you must protect this secret at all costs, understand?"

Gu Shan's heart trembled when he heard the words, but he quickly realized it and nodded solemnly.

Zhang Wuji became even busier.

Having learned all the four veins of kendo means that he needs to work four times harder than others.

His time seemed to never be enough, and Zhang Wuji was dazzled and dizzy with all kinds of sword tactics and sword scriptures in the Four Meridians.

Fortunately, no matter what the sword art is, he can learn the basics as soon as he learns it. Although the time is tight, it doesn't mean that he doesn't even have time to practice the Yin-Yang Dao Jing.

So his cultivation base is also making steady progress.

If it were someone else, not to mention learning all four veins of kendo, but also taking into account the improvement of cultivation base, I am afraid that after learning half a bottle of kendo in the end, the cultivation base would not be the same.

In the blink of an eye, another half a year has passed.

The three-year foundation-building round has officially kicked off.

Different from the last quiz, this time more than 1 Foundation Establishment disciples were all present, and the square above Tianjian Peak was densely packed with countless Foundation Establishment disciples sitting cross-legged.

Everyone sat cross-legged, their eyes fixed, and no one spoke.

Zhang Wuji was also sitting in it, and he felt a completely different atmosphere from the trial. That time it was a joke, but this time it was the real thing.

If I had to describe it, it was a small quiz in class, but this time it was an authentic final exam.

An old man appeared on the high platform without a sound, glanced at everyone and said in a deep voice: "The god of poverty, I will preside over this round of foundation building. Talk more, let's get started!"

Tianwen asked the National People's Congress to wave their sleeves, and a passage appeared in the sky. Many Foundation Establishment disciples looked up at the passage, and there was a flash of light in their eyes.

"Swoosh, whoosh, whoosh!" Countless sword lights shot up into the sky and disappeared into the passage.

Zhang Wuji also followed the large army into it in a flash.

The foundation building battle system is also carried out in a small world.

This world is very special. It is composed of 24 small spaces with a radius of twenty miles. The disciples who enter will be assigned to the small space in groups of two by the Tiandao people who preside over this small world. Down, the loser retreats.

Each person will experience about seven battles, and the ranking of rounds is based on the comprehensive performance of these seven battles by the Tianwen people.

With the strength of Daoist Yuanying's consciousness, sorting is not difficult for him.

Zhang Wuji only felt in a trance for a while, and when he reappeared, he was already in a desert.

A familiar figure gradually appeared opposite him.

"Brother, I didn't expect to meet you in the first battle!" Zhang Wuji shook his head and smiled wryly.

The person in front of him was none other than Taoist Qingshui who likes to tell stories on the Ninth Peak.

"Qingye, show me your strongest combat power, and let me see how strong you are!" Taoist Qingshui said with a smile.

Well, as long as he is not drinking, Senior Brother Qing Shui is so gentle.

"Senior brother, please advise!" Zhang Wuji bowed in salute, and when he got up again, he had already opened his mouth, and the heavy sword hidden front galloped out...

Ten minutes later, Zhang Wuji, who had resorted to all means, lay on the ground panting.

On the other hand, Qing Shui was still gentle and refined, as if defeating Zhang Wuji was an insignificant matter.

"Senior brother is so good, I am willing to bow down to junior brother!" Zhang Wuji praised sincerely.

When his figure disappeared into this space, Qing Shui's face turned pale, he sat down on the ground and began to pant heavily.

"This junior brother is too monstrous. I haven't seen him in half a year, but he has become so much stronger. Moreover, he has learned the four-meridian swordsmanship. What a ghost!"

Zhang Wuji failed in the first battle, but he was not depressed. His figure appeared in a void, and he sat cross-legged on the ground and began to summarize the gains and losses of this battle.

Soon he felt a slight pulling force again, obviously his second battle was coming.

He regained his vigor, and in a flash he entered a small world again...

At this moment, he has joined the Dark Sword Hall, and to be honest, the rankings are no longer attractive to him. The only thing he looks forward to participating in the ranking round is to find out his own shortcomings through fighting.

The round of foundation building battles proceeded very quickly. Under the control of the powerful spiritual consciousness of the strong Nascent Soul Realm, more than 1 disciples all completed their own battles in one day
When the sun sets, the leaderboard of the battle round will be displayed in front of the Tianjianfeng Hall by Daoist Yuan Ying with powerful magic power.

Zhang Wuji saw his ranking at a glance, one thousand and thirty-eight.

The one with the highest ranking among the new disciples in the past ten years, but among all the foundation disciples, there is nothing outstanding, just quite satisfactory.

No one can see the battle process of the foundation building round except Zongmen Yuanying real person, so apart from the ranking, no one knows what happened in the battle.

Zhang Wuji only knew that his record was seven battles and seven defeats.

As for how this ranking is made, only God knows.

Of course, this is not the point, the point is that the brothers who fought with him have all entered the hundred or less.

Does this mean that if he hadn't joined Dark Sword Peak, he would have achieved his small goal at this moment?

Thinking of this, Zhang Wuji felt a little flattered in his heart.

"Brother, it doesn't matter if I didn't make the top [-] this time, I didn't make it either, everyone, keep working hard!" Qing Hua came over with a sad face and patted Zhang Wuji on the shoulder.

But Zhang Wuji clearly saw gloating in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)